Lover (Court University 4)

This Ramses didn’t seem like any other guy, my eyes closing as I lost myself beneath him. His labored thrusts ached forcefully between my legs, so good, so perfect, and the minute he came, I felt it.

I’d been right there with him, my walls expanding and contracting as his dick twitched and filled the condom between us. He spasmed hard between my legs, my heated juices flooding around him. I was covered in sweat myself and reeked of charged sex. Both of us did, Ramses’s scent a thick combination of male, aftershave, and whatever ocean breeze notes he used in his hair.

His dark waves hung in a curled veil over his eyes, sticking to his brow and mine. He lay me down and kissed me while still inside me, the pair of us burrowing into his coat.

“So, do you have a bed?” he laughed, making me laugh. I suppose I hadn’t answered him, coming right out and all that. Caging my face, he kissed me over to my ear, and I nodded, letting him know I did. I felt him smile against my ear, and more laughter touched the shell before he buried his face in my neck.

“Good,” he said, his teeth pinching my radiating flesh. He grinned. “I’m not quite sure we’ll leave it. At least, not tonight.”

His hand slid between my legs, a promise as he guided himself out only to pinch me there, pinch me hot. Apparently, something else I needed to know about Ramses surrounded his stamina, his finger entering me to the knuckle. His used his right hand, the finger he wore a ring on. I’d noticed it when we had pizza, a dark silver with an animal on the front.

He used it now to pleasure me, angry like the animal had been on the ring. I think it’d been a gorilla, its presence in my body tight within my already spasming walls. He used that ring to get me there again, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive this night with him…

But I had a feeling the sex may be only partly the reason.

Chapter Seven

Ramses

Disorientation occurred first. Realization of my feet hanging off the end of a bed only a fraction of my size? Hard second. My third thought surrounded the recollection of sex.

Lots and lots of sex.

Oh, yeah. Right. That.

The smile pulled lazily at my lips, my fingertips grazing the hardwood floor. My face lodged in a pillow, my nostrils filled with the most glorious scent, bottled fucking flowers.

My smile attempted to widen, but I frowned—hard—at finding the bed consisting of nothing but me, my hand empty of hips and/or Bri’s ridiculously beautiful ass. The woman had a great ass, and I’d brought us in here around 4 AM. I planned to drive back to campus today, an almost two-hour drive. Classes hadn’t started yet, but I’d been finding I stayed there more often than not as the date crept closer. In any sense, I hadn’t been trying to make that drive stiff as a board. I had a feeling Bri might have thanked me too for taking us in here this morning. A crick in the neck was a son of a bitch.

Fuck, had you really slept with her?

Lots and lots of times, yes, and shit, had she been a trooper. Ramses, erm, um, 2.0 below hadn’t even freaked her out last night. I’d hurt her. Well aware of that, but she’d been game and most importantly, there for it. I hadn’t been able to shy her away. Go figure.

Fuuuck, what are you doing?

Emotions obviously filled the evening last night. I caught the woman trying to attempt to jump off the high dive with a bottle of wine. Then she got me to admit some fucking feelings I hadn’t wanted to admit. Add that to the fact that I’d turned her down, came right back to her, and the two of us fucked each other’s brains out until we both forgot about the reasons we’d entered into whatever this was together?

Yeah, completely and epically fucked, and don’t even get me started on the fact that this scenario, i.e. her and me, hinted at shit I really wasn’t trying to deal with.

Don’t even go there. Don’t.

One of the first things I’d asked Brielle, one of the first things I needed to know, she’d cleared up over a pizza, and that right there put my mind at ease in regards to that latter bit at least. She had no reason to lie to me, a stranger.

This isn’t like what happened before.

It wasn’t, in so many ways. For starters, last night had just been easy. It’d been hella tense too. Don’t get me wrong there, but it’d been casual and when we did get together, come back to her place, even more casual. We were just in sync or something.

Like I said, easy.

I angled my face toward the door at the sound of a clatter but smirked at the sight hanging on said door. She had my entire suit hung, and it appeared to be crisp and pressed next to her vanity mirror. I wouldn’t put it past her if she’d ironed it.

Getting up, her comforter cinched at my waist in a fist, I ran a thumb across the skinny tie.

Yup, she’d pressed it.

This woman and her control, this woman and her clanking. Creaking open the door, the metallic tune of pots and pans reverberated from somewhere in her condo and gave me a little indicator as to what she was doing.

As well as the bacon.