Surviving Year One (Grim Reaper Academy 1)

“I see…” I gave him a once-over. “Are you wearing anything under that?”

He grinned. “Well, well, well… I didn’t think you cared.”

I blushed.

“I’m not naked. I’ll prove it to you.”

He grabbed the edge of the duvet, and I couldn’t look away. He pulled it off him, and revealed that he was, indeed, wearing a pair of black shorts, but not much else. The shorts were pretty tight, too, because I could see the shape of his erection. Morning… This was the first time I was waking up next to a guy in the morning, and it was too bad he wasn’t my boyfriend. I would have really loved to re-enact all those romance stories I’d read about the woman waking up to feel her man’s erection pressed against her back. And while he was still sleeping, she’d sneak a hand under the covers and…

“See? Told you! I’m not the shameless jerk you think I am.”

I snapped out of my dirty thoughts. Had I been staring at his cock all this time? Oh, God! I hope not. I blinked and nodded.

“Thank you.”

We stayed like that for another minute, neither of us sure of what our next step should me. I could see he wanted something, maybe more than I could imagine, and I appreciated that he wasn’t pushing me. The thing was… I wanted something, too. But what? I didn’t think I had it in me to take it. Or, maybe I did. I wasn’t a prude. But, was it safe? Was it safe to lean in and kiss him? Was it safe to pull his body against mine and finally feel those perfect muscles and that perfect cock…? He’d saved my life the night before. Maybe it was.

I swallowed hard, sent a little prayer to whomever was there to hear it, and made my move. I ran my hand up his arm, and he followed it with his eyes, but didn’t move or say anything. His skin was soft under my fingers, and as I moved up to his shoulder, I became increasingly aware of the buzz of electricity between my fingertips and his body. I reached his shoulder, and a bit lost at what I was supposed to do next, I tucked a strand of reddish-blond hair behind his ear. He exhaled slowly and looked me in the eyes.

“What do you want to do?” His voice sounded so serious and considerate! So… unlike him. So unlike GC Apis, the false god who could bed whomever he happened to have a boner for.

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “Kiss?”

He smiled and scooted closer. My arm went around his neck as he leaned in and captured my lips in the slowest, most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. He didn’t push his tongue between my lips at first, he waited for me to get accustomed to him, to what was happening. He waited for me to be ready, because he instinctively knew that when I’d be ready…

I moaned and pushed myself against him, letting my body mold itself against his ripped muscles, my breasts round and soft against his strong chest, my leg kicking the duvet off to wrap around his waist. My tongue parted his lips, and he gave me access enthusiastically. His arms came to wrap around my waist, then I felt his hands on my back, on my ribs, rubbing up and down. He was unsure whether he was allowed to move further down and grope my ass, or explore underneath my T-shirt – his T-shirt – and cup my breasts. His hard cock was resting on my belly. I moaned again and rubbed myself against him, and that was when he decided. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me in, his hips making a circling motion.

I needed air. I pulled away, and when our lips lost contact, he started working on my jaw and neck. I let him, my eyes closed and my body trembling as I enjoyed every second of what he was doing.

“What’s up with the wristbands, anyway?” he said against my skin.

“What?” I was too distracted to pay attention.

“The wristbands. Why don’t you ever take them off? They’re ugly, and they kind of smell.”

“Nothing,” I moaned. I was dripping wet, and if he kept it up, I was sure I’d have an orgasm without us actually doing anything. His right hand found its way between my legs, and I parted them slightly. I didn’t yet know how far I wanted to go, but at least I knew I didn’t want to stop just yet.

“What?”

“Nothing is up with them.”

He dropped it. Understandably, since he had better things to concern himself with.

He pulled my panties to the side, and his finger found the wetness between my folds. I quivered in his arms and let out a loud moan. God, this feels incredible! No one had touched me like that. I’d gone out with guys before, kissed behind the old, crumbling building of my former high school, and one of my exes had even found his way inside my pants once. But he was so clumsy and unskilled… Oh, fuck! I didn’t even want to think about it. He’d tried something, his sharp fingernail had scratched me too close to my most sensitive, extra special place, and I’d pushed him away, then broke up with him the next day. Horrible experience.

GC was nothing like that. Nothing like any of the guys I’d been with before. He knew what he was doing, and I briefly wondered how many times he’d done it before, with how many girls. But those thoughts went right out the window when his thumb found my clit and pressed down lightly. That was all it took. I was so horny, so wet, so desperate for his touch, that one single stroke sent me over the edge. I grabbed onto him tighter and bit down on my lower lip, so I wouldn’t scream. He smiled against my neck, placed one last kiss where my shoulder met the clavicle, and held me like that for a few long minutes.

“Are we together now?” I hated how needy I sounded. The second I said the words, I wanted to take them back. That was what happened post-orgasm. I couldn’t think clearly.

“Yes. If that’s what you want.”

It took me a moment to wrap my head around the fact that he’d said yes. Yes. GC, the greatest manwhore of the Academy, had said yes.

“It is what I want. But… together together. As in…”

He looked into my eyes. “As in I don’t date other girls, and you don’t date other guys. Got it.”

“And you agree?”