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Not that I ever would. Ew.

Back at my dorm, Theo walked me backward into the same wall Amir had trapped me against just over a week ago. Hidden by a tree, Theo went at me, wrecking my mouth, grabbing my ass, my belly, my tits—everywhere he could get his hands. I attacked back, shoving my hands under his shirt, biting his lips, sucking his tongue, grinding my pussy against his dick.

Just two pals saying goodbye. Nothing special.

He groaned with my breast in his hand. “Gotta stop. I need to go. I don’t have time to take you upstairs.”

“’Kay. Then you’re going to have to get your hand out of my pants.” Yeah, his other hand was currently down the back of my pants, gripping a handful of my ass.

“You’re going to have to getyourhand out of my pants, Helen.”

Oh yeah. I was totally feeling up his butt too, but it was such a nice one, all bubbly and muscular.

We stepped away from each other, me zipping up my hoodie, Theo adjusting his dick. Watching him do that, I wanted to jump him again, so I stuffed my hands in my pockets and hurried out from behind the tree to the sidewalk.

It took Theo a minute, then he joined me. “I’m gonna go.”

I smirked. “You should.”

He stared me down. I stared right back. With a pained groan, he grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me into his chest, kissing me hard and fast. Then he dropped his hands and walked away, shaking his head the entire way to his car. I had to clamp down on my bottom lip to keep the smile at bay.

Theo Whitlock wasn’t going to be my boyfriend. That was a fact. But whatever this was, it was nothing like my friendships from high school.

I swiveled on my toes, heading back to my dorm for a shower and study session. No need to analyze the hell out of anything. I’d let this ride while it was fun and hot. When it changed—which it inevitably would—I’d end it.

Theo had me on all fours. He was behind me, driving into me relentlessly.

“You can’t be loud,” I panted.

“That’s you being loud.”

“But you’re making me loud.”

He smacked my ass. “Shut up. No one’s home.”

I arched my back, and he went impossibly deeper. “They might come home. They’ll hear us.”

He smacked me again. “I don’t care,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust.

“Oh god,” my neck arched when he hit something raw inside me, “who knew you’d be a bad influence?”

One more slap, then his arms banded around me, pulling me upright and onto his lap. My knees were on the outside of his, but he controlled my movements, bouncing me on his cock. Every time my butt slapped his thighs, breath knocked out of my lungs in frantic pants.

“No more talking unless you’re telling me what you need, baby.”

My head fell back on his shoulder. I turned to lick a line along his throat. “Need you to make me come.” He’d already done that with his tongue, but the fire in my core was burning so hot, if I didn’t find release, I’d combust.

He dipped down to cover my mouth at the same time he started working my clit with his fingers. Theo ate my moans, swallowed down my cries while he pounded into me from below.

I came hard, my entire body quaking. He rode me through it, never letting up on his savage rhythm. He was rough with me, gripping my flesh with a firmness just short of painful. He fucked me like he knew I wasn’t going to break but kissed me like I was a treasure. The sweetest dichotomy kept me coming and moaning until Theo emptied himself inside me with one more wild thrust, then he stilled, pulsing deep, holding me in place.

We fell sideways in a sweaty lump. My head hit my textbook, making me groan. Theo grunted and pushed the book off my bed, then he curled around my back and nuzzled my nape.

“That hurt,” I whined.

“Sorry, baby.” He rubbed the side of my head, making it better.

A paper crinkled under my boob. It was the syllabus from my art history class. The class I was supposed to be studying for. Instead, I was well fucked and ready for a nap.


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