Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men Book 9) (24 page)

All my fellow students turned to gape at me, and even Dr. Taris stopped talking to arch an eyebrow in my direction.

“Though I’m sure the fact that Socrates was attracted to teenage boys might be amusing to
some
of you,” the professor intoned, staring down his nose disdainfully at me, “if you could contain your mirth for the duration of the lecture, that’d be
great
.”

I slapped my hand over my mouth and slumped low in my chair before mumbling, “Sorry.”

I’d had no idea we’d been discussing a philosopher’s freaking sexual proclivities in the middle of class. With my cheeks scorching with embarrassment, I risked a glance toward Colton.

He wasn’t looking at me, but there was a grin stretched across his face from ear to ear.

The bastard.

He added a winkie face, and that was the end of our foreplay in philosophy class. When we were finally dismissed a few minutes later, Colton left without approaching me or talking to me. But I received one more message that said:

And that was it.

Honestly, it was probably for the best that we didn’t get too close to each other right now. We really
would’ve
skipped class again and ended up at my place. But the sneaky devious devil, he must’ve known that he could wind me up without even speaking to me. I think I was more anxious to see him now than if he’d come straight up to me and started making out with me in the middle of class.

By the time five o’clock rolled around and he knocked on my door, I flung it open, beyond eager for round two of our sex-only agreement.

“Hey,” he started to greet me, only to be cut short by me grabbing a handful of his shirt. Then I jerked him into my apartment and kissed him. Hard. Before he could really orient himself, I dragged him back to my room, pushed him onto my mattress and crawled onto his lap, flashing him a glimpse of my pussy when my skirt came up enough to reveal I’d already taken my panties off.

“You have thirty seconds to get inside me, or I’m kicking you right back out of my bed,” I ordered as I ripped open his fly. “Is that perfectly clear?”

He was already hard when I pulled him into my hand.

Purring appreciatively, I wrapped my fingers around the base and stroked up until a bead of precum appeared from the tip.

“Christ, baby doll.” He grunted and dropped the condom he was trying to open.

“I’ll take care of that.” Snagging the package off his abs where he’d dropped it, I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on.

Colton had been half sitting up on his elbows, watching me. But then he fell back onto the pillows and gaped up at the ceiling with his lips parted and eyes dazed. When I sank down on him, he gasped and his incredulous gaze went to my face. “What the…uhhh.”

His eyes rolled back in his head as I moved, taking him deep and then pulling almost all the way off before lowering myself back onto him.

“Holy shit,” he rasped before tumbling us across the bed until he was on top. Then he sat up and began to thrust fast and hard, his gaze glued to my face the entire time. “You started this,” he warned breathlessly, telling me he’d reached a point beyond his control and was feverish to finish.

I just laughed and arched up my hips to meet each plunge, taking all of it in. Reaching around, I sank my nails into his bare ass and pulled him even more flush against me. Bracing his hands on either side of my face, he stared down at me and pierced my pussy hard with each word he gritted out. “Best…fuck…ever.”

When my cervix contracted and an orgasm started, I spread my arms wide and split my legs apart, letting it devour me. It flowed through every nerve ending in my body and felt like some kind of divine consumption. I relished every second.

God, I loved sex with Colton.

Panting above me as he spent himself, he hung his head and gasped for a breath, before exhaling and meeting my gaze. “Okay, these clothes need to come off.”

He sat back on his haunches so he could yank my skirt down my legs and then had me sit up so he could remove my top and bra.

I sent him an odd look but complied without protest. “But we’re already finished.”

He snorted. “With round one, yeah. Next time I plan to enjoy a couple more body parts along the way.” Then he hopped off the bed to remove his clothes as well as dispose of his condom. When he returned, he collapsed next to me on his side and grinned.

“So, hi,” he said, still a bit out of breath. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” I answered, rolling toward him and running my hand up his chest, then grinning over the skin I’d caused to get all flushed and moist. “How was yours?”

“It’s looking up.” He gripped my shoulder when I pushed him onto his back and then leaned over him so I could trail kisses up his torso.

“Yeah,” I had to agree. “Things are definitely improving as the day progresses.” Moving my attention up until I was hovering over his face and grinning down at him, I spiked my fingers into his hair and kissed him flush on the mouth.

“Mmmph.” His surprise muffled through his throat until he kissed me back.

Our tongues tangled and fingers gripped. Flesh slipped against flesh until he rolled me onto my back and he was on top again. He caged my face in his hands and kissed me a moment longer before pulling back and pressing his lips briefly to my forehead. Then he gazed into my eyes as if seeing me for the first time.

“Um…not that I’m complaining, but Jesus Christ, baby doll. What the hell’s gotten into you tonight? I could’ve sworn there for a minute that you were actually glad to see me.”

I wrinkled my nose, dismissing that idea. “Of course not. I think you just made me momentarily soft with that stupid cuddling bullshit you forced me to take part in last time. I’m sure I’ll get it out of my system soon.”

His grin flashed. “In that case.” He hopped off me and turned me onto my side so we were spooning. “We need to restock more cuddling powers into you so you’ll stay like this longer.” Then he sighed and relaxed into me, caressing his leg up the back of mine and fitting his resting junk right up against my ass crack as his chest pressed into my back. “Yeah, that hits the spot, doesn’t it?”

Yes, it did.

“Hmm, it’s not awful,” I allowed as I clutched his arm and held him right where he was. “I may even allow cuddling into our arrangement if you don’t fuck anything up in the next few minutes. But I still fully plan to pay you back for making me laugh in class at the worst moment ever.” Except even as I warned that, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back to rest it against his shoulder, totally unable to be mad at him for anything.

“And I’m still looking forward to it,” he answered, his fingers trailing up from my waist until he was cupping my breasts. Then he was rolling the ends of my nipple under his thumb. Arousal pierced me. I pressed my butt more firmly against his lap and shifted my legs restlessly alongside his. His other hand snuck down and found my clit.

“Damn you,” I said with a gasp, unable to keep from arching my hips into his hand. “How do you always make me like whatever you do?”

“I think it’s because you like
me
.”

I shook my head, totally denying that notion. “Impossible.”

He chuckled. “I am
so
going to make you admit it,” he warned, rolling us until he was on his back and I was on my back too, but on top of him. We both faced the ceiling as he toyed with my breasts and pussy simultaneously. “But until then, I’m going to fuck you, just like this.”

I blinked, not sure how he was going to accomplish that. But he showed me by grabbing another condom and then tilting my hips after he was suited up and pushing into me from behind. I arched up my back, surprised by the entrance. He couldn’t go very deep from this angle, but with his fingers on my clit and nipples, it only felt like that much more of a tease.

The tension in me built quickly, needing more and not quite getting it. I arched on top of him, trying to contort my body so that he could go deeper, but it wasn’t enough.

“Dammit,” he finally exploded before he rolled us across the mattress. As soon as I found myself on my stomach with him behind me, Colton came up onto his knees and started to pound, deep and fast.

I cried out, grateful to finally be getting what I needed. Gripping the sheets, I pressed my face into the bed and ground my ass back, forcing him to the hilt, and then I was finally able to come like I’d been aching to.

His fingers bit into my hips as he slammed forward. With a roar of release, he followed me into oblivion.

Once his passion sated, he collapsed on top of me, smooshing me into my mattress, though surprisingly, it was comfortable.

“Admit it,” he whispered pleadingly, pressing his face against the back of my shoulder.

“Okay, maybe I like you,” I whispered back.

I felt him smile in return.

“A
re you staying the night?”

Colton glanced up from his textbook where he lay stretched out on the other side of my bed. “I don’t know. Am I?”

He’d stuck around after our two-timer, and somehow we’d ended up doing homework, of all things, on my bed together. For some reason, I hadn’t asked him to leave and he hadn’t suggested it. So for the longest time, we sat side by side, quietly studying with the occasional footsie game, until we both grew hungry. Then and only then did we leave the room—him to use the bathroom, me to make a plate full of cheese, crackers, and apple slices…oh, and Doritos along with a couple cans of pop. You know, survival food.