Taylor says nothing as I gather my dishes, but she doesn’t exactly look happy either. I’m going to have to find a way to make it up to them. Taylor and I have had our differences, but she’s still my friend. And Bailey is my best friend. She’s saved my ass more times than I can count, and if I tell her the truth, maybe she could help.
But more likely, not. Not when Malcolm’s dad is the chancellor of the fucking school. Granted, I never checked his story. I dump my dishes and leave the cafeteria, heading to student services. I need to talk to them about my housing.
And while I go, I pull up the school website on my phone. Sure enough, Joseph Levar is listed as the chancellor. And he looks exactly like an older version of Malcolm would look: handsome for his age, and you could tell in his prime that he was gorgeous.
I am totally and monumentally screwed now. There’s no way out of this. All I can hope now is to make the best of it. I came to this school with goals, and where I sleep will not change those goals a fraction. I still have the library to study, even if I’m sleeping on Malcolm’s floor.
I may be his personal plaything, and he may think that he’s able to boss me around, but I’m not going to let anything get in the way of why I’m here. I met Malcolm Levar, but Malcolm Levar hasn’t met me.
Not yet.
6
Malcolm
The minute that my door closes after Juno leaves, my eyes are open. I’m a light sleeper, and the minute that her alarm went off, I was awake, and I was hard. Hard from the dreams that I had about her underneath me making those sounds, and hard from the memory of her breath last night.
She thought I was asleep because I let her think it. After I scandalized her by coming in front of her, I evened out my breathing and made her think that I had faded down into sleep, but I hadn’t. I wanted to see if she would sneak out of the house after I slept.
I never imagined that I would hear the rustling of fabric that the faintest sigh of breath. Even though I had already come, I was instantly turned on again.
Juno was incredibly beautiful, with her thick dark hair and curves and a dress that clearly wasn’t hers. And lips that melted against mine in the most perfect way imaginable. I craved the way that she blushed, and the way she had looked at me naked. I saw her watching me in the mirror, even though she didn’t think I did.
Listening to her try to keep herself quiet, the whispered slick movements and gasping breath that told me she found me entirely arousing as I found her. That was enough to make me want to pull her off the floor and into my bed and do absolutely everything that I had promised.
Fuck, my cock was already hard with morning wood, and all these tangled thoughts of Juno are making it impossible to even think about going back to sleep. I fling the blankets off me and grab my towel. I’m up way earlier than anyone else in the house, especially after the party raged well into the morning.
I definitely won’t be competing for hot water.
Turning it on, I make it scaldingly hot. Hotter than it needs to be so I can burn her out of my system. Even though she’s agreed to my terms, I shouldn’t be so distracted by her. I’ll take what I want, but I can’t be too distracted.
Though my cock thoroughly disagrees with that sentiment.
Grabbing the body wash, I’m barely underneath the water before I’m stroking myself, my head filling in visions of Juno for me. She’s visceral and real, and all I want to think about. Every drag of my hand just feels better thinking about her.
In my head I see her stretched on my bed, and I bind her hands with one of my ties. “My pet,” I say to her, and her eyes shine with lust, writhing that perfect body in-between my legs. She’s begging for more with every breath, licking her lips and moaning. There’s no doubt that she wants to be there. Wants me.
I love the idea of my name on her lips, and in my mind’s eye she opens those lips wide for me as I feed her my cock. Perfect, hot, wet suction. More and more and more. “Take me,” I tell her.
I’m not going to last, even in this fantasy where I can have as much stamina as I want. I imagine her lips wrapped around me, and sheer heat runs through my spine, my orgasm exploding in wave after wave and disappearing down the drain. Just the thought of her tasting me makes me go blind and numb and delirious with pleasure.