Campus Flirt (The Campus)

The tortured whimper that escapes is music to my ears. Her fingers tunnel through my hair in an attempt to lock me in place.

“You taste so damn good, baby.” I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so delectable in my life.

It doesn’t take long before her muscles tighten and her hips lift. I circle her clit, applying more pressure until she cries out, shattering beneath my touch. Her inner muscles spasm as I lap at her shuddering softness. With a sigh, she melts bonelessly into the mattress. I press one last kiss against her before crawling up her body. My cock is so fucking hard. All I want to do is rip off the athletic shorts and boxers that separate us before sliding deep inside the warmth of her body.

Instead, I roll onto my side and take her with me so she’s sprawled across my bare chest. My heart feels like it’s going to pound right out of my ribcage. I’m so fucking turned on that it’s painful. It wouldn’t surprise me if the tip of my dick blew off. After spending weeks not feeling much of anything in that department, this is a revelation. One I don’t ever want to let go of.

For a long moment, we lay wrapped in each other’s arms. The silence that settles around us isn’t uncomfortable, but it’s different than what it’s always been. Something new has been born this night.

Sasha lifts her head to study me. Even in the darkness, I see the questions that lurk in her eyes. “Should we talk about this?”

I shake my head. “Nope. We can do that in the morning.”

“But—”

My fingers slide through her inky-colored strands before I draw her face to mine, silencing any further conversation between us. Only when her body relaxes do I draw away and pull her back to my chest.

Which is exactly how we fall asleep.

7

Sasha

My eyelids flutter open as I gradually wake to my surroundings. When was the last time I felt this well rested? It’s like I just had the best sleep of my life. As I stretch, my arm knocks into a hard slab of—

Muscle.

That’s the moment I realize I’m not alone. All of the pleasant fuzziness clouding my brain evaporates. Carefully, I swivel my head until my gaze lands on a naked male chest. That’s when everything from the night before rushes in and I’m bombarded with the reality of this situation.

Easton.

He stayed over and—

A rush of heat fills my cheeks.

Went down on me.

Even thinking about the way he touched my body ignites a firestorm of need inside me. My inner thighs clench in an unconscious attempt to stifle the sensation inundating my system, but it doesn’t help.

My fingers rise until they can drift across my lips. In all the years we’ve been friends, he’s never kissed me like that. There have been pecks here and there, but nothing like last night.

As I shift against the sheets, I’m reminded of my naked state. Afterward, I thought about pulling on a tank top and underwear, but I was too comfortable to move a single muscle. Careful not to disturb him, I lift the sheet and peek beneath the cotton, only to catch an eyeful. Some time during the night, his boxers and shorts were shed.

My teeth sink into my lower lip, pinning it in place as my attention stays fixated on his length. Even in repose, he’s big. I’ve had my fair share of guys, and he’s one of the more...er, girthier ones I’ve seen. It’s all too tempting to inspect him closer.

Our families have taken trips together and I’ve seen him countless times in boardshorts, but I’ve never caught a glimpse of him in the buff. Without a doubt, he’s a sight to behold.

A gasp escapes from me when he moves and his cock stiffens, rising to a full-on salute.

Holy cow. Yeah, he’s...big.

“Like what you see?”

The low timbre of his voice strums something deep inside me and arousal bursts to life in my core. If I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked. I slam the sheet back into place, although that does nothing to hide the boner tenting the material.

How embarrassing. I’ve just been caught ogling my best friend. That thought drives home the gravity of our situation. What happened last night was a mistake. As nice as it was—oh, who am I kidding? It was much better than nice. Hands down, it was one of the best orgasms of my life, and we didn’t even have sex. But still...

How stupid would it be to jeopardize our friendship?

It was a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing. Maybe a spark of jealousy ignited inside him when he saw me with Ryder. I have no idea. What I do know is that it can’t happen again. One time can be chalked up as an error in judgment. Anything more...