Greek (Palm South University)

“Mmmm,” I say, inhaling the intoxicating scent as I pull out the first one. “Blueberry cake. How did you remember my favorite?”

“Come on, like I could ever forget. You ate five in one sitting the first time we went.”

I laugh around the mouthful I’ve already started chewing on. “Hey, I never said I was a lady.”

“I never said I wanted you to be one.”

Jarrett takes a bite off the other end of the donut, and I swat away his victorious smile when he takes half the thing with him.

When we’re done chewing, Jarrett sits on my bed, patting the seat next to him until I do, too.

“I feel like we didn’t get to talk much,” he says with a wry smile. “On Halloween, that is.”

My cheeks heat. “I don’t think either one of us had an issue with that.”

“At the time, no,” he agrees. “But… I don’t want you to think that’s all I want. That that’s all you are to me.”

I frown. “I didn’t. But now…”

Jarrett laughs under his breath, opening his arm and pulling me under it. His lips press against my temple, and I melt at the touch, at how soft and sweet it is, at how good and lovely and right it feels when his hand rests on my waist.

“I want to take you on a date,” he says, but already I can feel it — that magnetic field between us firing to life. His hand tightens where it holds me, eyes falling to my lips. “An actual date where we talk and catch up and maybe get to know something new about each other, too.”

“Okay,” I say breathlessly, and my fingers trail up the buttons of his shirt, hooking over the collar. “When?”

“As soon as you’ll let me,” he purrs, his free hand finding my knee. It trails up, slow and steady, leaving chills in its wake.

I unfasten the first button of his shirt, then the second. “This week is kind of busy at work… can I let you know?”

Jarrett’s hand splays over my thigh, fingertips so long they brush the hem of my tiny shorts. “As long as you actually let me know, yes.”

“I will,” I promise, mouth parting, eyes flicking to his. “We could talk now, you know,” I offer, but even as I say the words, I’m undoing the last of his shirt buttons and shoving the fabric back, over his shoulders, down to his elbows where it catches.

“We could,” he muses with a smirk, helping me get his shirt the rest of the way off. As soon as he’s topless, my eyes roaming the painted valleys and ridges of his abdomen, he grabs my hips and tosses me like a teddy bear back into my pillows. “Or you could take your shorts off, pull those perfect tits out of that thin little thank top they’ve been teasing me through, and let me make you come a couple times before I have to go to work.”

My pussy tightens at the words, and without me having to answer, he’s already slipping his fingers under the bands of my shorts and tugging. I lift my hips to allow him access to strip them off, and then he reaches for my tank top, roughly yanking until my tits pop up through the neckline.

He bites his lip on a moan, sucking my left nipple hard between his teeth before moving on to the right. When they’re both puckered and I’m writhing beneath him, he kisses his way down, and then flips us so that I’m on top.

Straddling that beautiful face of his.

“You’re always so hungry in the morning,” I tease, but the words lose their bark at the end when he flicks his tongue against me, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me into him.

“Insatiable, really,” he growls.

My hands fly to the headboard to keep me steady when he licks me long and slow, seam to bud, and then sucks my clit with just enough pressure to make my legs quake around him.

And just like that, any attempt at talking is forgotten.

Jarrett’s hands are steadfast on my ass as he helps me ride his face, sucking and licking and biting and kissing like eating pussy for breakfast is his favorite pastime. I lose myself completely with him, succumbing to not one, not two, but three orgasms. The first one comes from his tongue, the second from him taking me from behind, and the third time in the shower where we’re both trying to be good and get clean.

But we’re naked, and wet, and steamy… like we could keep our hands off each other.

By the time he forces me to let him go so he can get dressed and go to work, I’m sore and aching in all the best places, my eyes ready to close for a long nap when he kisses my forehead and lets himself out.