Is he touching himself now? That cock. I wanted it inside me.
“You like that?” he asked then moaned.
“Yesss…”
Dirty words were replaced with moans and groans for a minute or so.
“Say my name,” I begged.
“Oh, Brooke…”
“Yes…”
“I’m fucking you so hard.”
“Fuck me, Austin.”
He grunted. The primal sound pushed me over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
I stifled my cries, almost forgetting Jocelyn in the next room.
“So,” he said, trying to catch his breath. “That’s safe-sex, huh?”
I laughed, overwhelmed with joy, confusion, fear and other emotions without names.
“Oh my, I can’t believe we…”
“Shhh,” he said, cutting me off. “How do you feel about pizza on campus tomorrow night?”
“At Marticello's? You’re not ashamed of taking me there with all your friends?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I were ashamed of you in any way. Don’t you get it? You’re so damn hot, and smart.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I’ve just heard things about you.”
Why do I keep laying everythi
ng on the line with him?
“Yeah, I have a reputation, but I’m always safe. I work hard and play even harder.”
This was something, I don’t know what exactly this was, but I should go. “I’d love to have pizza with you tomorrow.”
“I’ll send you a text in the morning.”
“Do that,” I said. “And let’s keep this…”
“…a secret.”
Did he just finish my sentence?
“Goodnight, Austin.”
“Night, Brooke.”
I had no idea what had gotten into me. But if things with Austin were supposed to be fun and simple, seeing him two nights in a row was anything but.