“Yeah,” Matthew says with a hesitant smile. “I guess so.”
* * *
I’ve spent every single free moment this week with Ivy. Even when I’m not with her, I’m thinking about her. She’s so fucking perfect.
I can’t keep my hands off her.
I can’t keep my mind off of her.
It’s just intensified my need to keep her.
On Tuesday, I walked her to her morning lecture, strutting like a damn peacock because it was my hand she was holding, and it was my lips she kissed goodbye, and I didn’t give any fucks that it looked like I was a love-sick, simpering fool. Because I am a love-sick, simpering fool, and I’m totally cool with it.
Wednesday, she met me after soccer, and we ended up making out and groping each other like teenagers in my car at the intramural fields. My windows were fogged, my dick was rock hard, and I had to jerk off twice in the shower after I dropped her off at home. It was fucking torture in the best way.
Thursday, I surprised her at the library, barricaded us in her study room, laid her out on the table, and covered her mouth with my hand while I ate her pussy until she came all over my face.
Twice.
Tonight, I have every intention of repeating that in the comfort of my room, where I don’t have to stifle her moans. Jesse is going out with some of his pre-med friends, so I have the condo to myself. She can be as loud as she needs to be, and I plan to make her scream.
Just thinking about this shit makes me hard, and I have to discreetly shift in my seat to alleviate the tightness in my jeans from my semi. While my educational psychology professor goes over the assignment that’s due next week—the assignment I’ve already finished—I slide my phone out of my pocket and text Ivy under the table.
Me: So, I’ve been thinking about this girl.
Ivy Bean: What about her?
Me: When she smiles, she has this adorable dimple in her cheek that pops out.
Me: I fucking love that stupid dimple.
Ivy Bean: Yeah? What else?
Me: She has these gorgeous blue eyes that sparkle when she laughs. They get darker when she’s turned on. I like being the reason her blue eyes get darker.
Ivy Bean: Keep going.
I grin proudly, knowing that Ivy is probably eating this up. I picture her staring at her phone, smiling really big, with her dimple on full display.
Me: I’m kind of hoping I’ll get to see her tonight.
Me: I’ve got plans that are sure to turn her eyes to the darkest midnight blue.
Ivy Bean: I think she is intrigued by your plans.
Me: Really? How do you know?
Me: You know her?
Ivy Bean: .....
Me: Oh you thought I was talking about you?
Ivy Bean: ..........
Me: Damn. You’re so conceited.
Me: You give a girl two good tongue fuckings and suddenly she’s obsessed with you...