Page 9 of Shiver
And now my dick is more than twitching. I can feel it pressing against the zipper of my jeans. That almost sounds like begging. Hell, it is begging, just not for the thing my dick is interested in.
I study his face for a minute longer and imagine it covered in my cum. Dropping my eyes to my phone, I decide that if I’m going to cut something, it’s going to be my straight man challenge. Except, I’m not cutting it. I’m moving away from the nameless soccer player and settling on a gray-eyed hockey player. Hopefully, my uncle will be forgiving. Egon will stay on the teamandpass his classes, after all.
“After practice, you’ll come to my apartment. Bring your books. We’ll start with the last two days this week, so I can assess where you need help. We’ll finalize a schedule from there,” I tell him.
Egon sighs in relief. The small smile that adorns his lips isn’t a conscious decision. As his face relaxes, I find it’s rather… beautiful. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“I’ll text you the address.” I turn away, folding his schedule and slipping it into my bag. Really, fitting him in won’t be too difficult. Especially since I’m choking two birds with one stone. Yes, I mean choking.
My lips twitch into a smile. Those I pass take a double take, then stare. I know I can choose any one of them to take home, but I now have a goal in mind. Striking gray eyes looking up at me as his perfect mouth circles my dick while he chokes on my cum.
FOUR
RAKESH
HavingEgon’s schedule means I can trail him to learn his habits. It’s not stalking. It’s observing. There’s a difference. I’m researching so I can better meet both of our needs.
What I find is that he’s exactly where he says he’s going to be at each minute of the day. He doesn’t stray. He’s at the arena gym at six to begin his day with conditioning. Then stops for breakfast on the way to his first class. More gym. Class. Lunch. Study. Class. Gym. Practice. Dinner. Study.
I rarely see him socialize. Even when passing the hockey guys they stop and do the whole hand clasp thing, before moving it along. An occasional acquaintance from class that he talks with on the way out. But they break ways when Egon needs to go in a different direction.
The only disruption to his day is the girl, whom I’m assuming is his girlfriend.
She looks like every other puck bunny. Short shorts that don’t cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. A shirt that doesn’t reach the top of her shorts and displays ample cleavage. Long sun-kissed blonde hair that falls in loose waves and curls. She’s slim but has curves and a rather large chest.
Orisit large? Frowning, I look around me at other women as they pass, letting my gaze linger on their chests. Mentally categorizing them into small, medium, large, and way too fucking big to be real or healthy.
After a couple dozen or so, I determine that his girlfriend is in the ‘large’ category. With that settled, I return to mentally cataloging her. Long lashes that I know are fake, because they don’t actually grow like that. Her face is more painted than natural. She wears heeled boots so she’s taller than her below average height and yet, doesn’t reach more than Egon’s shoulder.
Frowning, once more I try to determine if that’s attractive. Given that he’s a hockey player and they, theoretically, attract pretty people to them, I have to assume she is. Listening to her fake laugh, I determine that’s all she is, then. Hopefully she’s at least good in bed.
I’m satisfied when Egon doesn’t give into her pouting when he tells her he has to go to the gym. No amount of suggestive promises, wet kisses, or protruding lower lips convince him otherwise and he moves down the sidewalk toward the arena.
When he disappears inside, I turn to the Rutherford building where my office is. He hadn’t mentioned he has a girlfriend when we spoke, but I suppose that’s not something you add into a schedule. Absently, I wonder why he wouldn’t. Relationships require time and dedicated energy. Hell, I was even scheduling in specific time to seduce my straight soccer jock before Egon dropped into my lap.
I pause at the top of the stairs and turn toward the window. This is probably one of those morally gray areas where I should find another target because he’s in a relationship, isn’t it?
Then again, this is college. They’re not married. They’re just fucking exclusively, maybe.
With that settled, I head into my office to pass the afternoon. From my window, I can see when Egon leaves the arena to head for class and I’m back in time to spot him returning for practice. Satisfied that he’s followed his schedule thus far, I head home to prepare for his classes. I haven’t taken two of them, so I should at least brush up on the subject matter.
* * *
Egon is early.At quarter to seven there is a knock on my door. I flick off the television and cross the small space to open it.
His face is flushed as if he ran here instead of driving. Maybe he did. It’s a good way to get some cardio in when he’s replacing his evening’s gym routine with sitting on his ass. Later, I’ll replace the need for running with a different kind of cardio. But for now, it’s time to further study my subject and see if he is, in fact, an intelligent man.
He grins at me. “Hi, Mr. Aahnu. I hope I’m not too early.”
“Rakesh. Or Rake is fine,” I tell him, backing away and letting him enter. I watch his gaze flit around my space as I close the door behind him.
“It’s quiet here,” he says.
I nod. “One of its many perks. I also have my own bathroom.”
He laughs. “While that seems like such a ridiculous luxury, as someone who’s used to sharing communal bathrooms, I understand why you appreciate it.”
“Men are disgusting.”
