The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag 3)

“Fuck Laurel,” I groan loudly. My eyes give in, rolling to the back of my head, stars flashing behind my eyelids. “Fu…k.”

When she hums from the back of her throat, I lose it. Lose my shit, thrusting into her mouth, once, twice. Balls tighten, cock twitching. Nerves sending spasms throughout my lower body when I come.

Tiny jolts of pleasure.

Nothing has ever felt so good in my entire fucking life.

Laurel

When Rhett comes, he makes the most amazing sounds. Euphoric, sexy, dragged-out moaning, his hands bearing down on the sheets. White-knuckling.

God it’s sexy, this power. This control.

I run my hands along the smooth skin of his thighs, the white flesh sprinkled with dark hair. Masculine and musky, his dick still hard.

It’s an incredible dick, slightly larger than average, blunt and ribbed in all the right spots, I know it’s going to be orgasmic when we finally have sex. I bet he can make me come twice with glute muscles like this, I muse, sliding my palms around to his firm ass, imagining it pumping into me over and over, missionary, the thought getting me hot.

I flop down on the bed next to him, letting my hand land on his stomach. He takes hold, tracing my palm with his index finger, breathing labored.

Rolls to face me, lowering his head to my breast. Flicks my nipple with his tongue. Sucks until it’s good and swollen, pulling back and blowing cool air over the tip.

I love it. I love how Rhett makes me feel.

How the smallest little things he does send waves of longing through me.

Waves of desire.

Joy.

Rises to his haunches, that big body hovering. Studying. Brown eyes learning every one of my soft curves, from the smooth expanse of my clavicle down to my knees. Up and back again until those eyes land on my underwear.

Comes back down on all fours, mouth playing near my ear. Day-old stubble tickling my neck.

“Do you want me to…” He swallows, hesitating.

I wait, wanting to hear him ask before I start begging. Wiggle my hips, wanting him to get me off.

God I’ve been so horny since I met him.

“Say it.” I turn my head a fraction, lips brushing his ear. “Ask me.”

“Veux-tu que je te fasse un cunni?” His husky whisper hits the shell of my ear, vibrating in my core. “Do you want me to go down on you?”

“When you put it like that? God yes.”

“I’ve never, uh, done it before.”

Why does this not surprise me? “Really?”

“No.” He crawls down my body in the same unhurried way I crawled down his, fingers hooking the elastic of my sheer panties but not pulling them down. “These are sexy.”

His voice is sexy. Intoxicating.

His warm breath doesn’t just melt my girl parts; it makes them squirm. Huge hands part my legs, the rough patches on the pads of his fingers a tingling contrast on my skin.

He hasn’t even put his mouth on me yet.

I crane my head to see what he’s doing, why he’s stopped. “Babe, what are you doing?”

Trying to drive me insane?

“Lookin’.”

Lookin’. Oh jeez, that accent.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Lips kiss my inner thigh. Pelvis. Nose runs up and down my underwear, causing a loud gasp to escape my throat. “You already smell like sex.”

Elbows bumping my knees apart, he slides his face home. Gets comfortable near the foot of the bed. Fingers pull the fabric on my underwear aside, tongue drags up the middle of my slit without preamble.

Instinctively, I grab a fistful of his hair, spread legs already shaking from the ministrations of his tongue. Incapable of speech as he goes to town down under, my mouth falls open.

No sound comes out.

For the next few minutes or seconds or decades, I lay shaking on the bed as Rhett makes me come with his tongue, mouth, and fingers, his palms gripping my ass. Forearms keeping my legs open.

My head thrashes, shoulders coming off the bed.

“Rhett.” I want him to stop—stop and climb up my body and give it to me good with that hard dick of his. “I w-want…”

His reply? Sucking harder on my clit.

I immediately come. “Oh shhh…it…ohhhh…”

Pound the mattress, trying to get a grip on my uncontrolled hormones. My quivering body feels like it’s hooked up to an outlet, hundreds of electrical bolts surging through it. Every nerve ending fires at once, and I lie here, shuddering. Tingling.

When Rhett comes up for air, he wipes his hand across his mouth, creeping up my body. Lies on top, planting a kiss on my lips. Open-mouthed, I grip the back of his neck, pulling him in, tongues fusing.

The weight of his body is like a drug, his dick sliding into the space between my legs but not inside me.

Not yet, anyway.

His lips kiss my temple. “Did I do that right?”

“I think I just died.” My breasts are crushed against his chest and it’s kind of turning me on—again. I writhe beneath him. “This is me talking to you from the afterlife.”

“I thought it would take you longer to come,” he admits.

“Me too, jeez. That was embarrassing.” I sigh. Kiss his chin. “I was hoping it would last longer.” Brush the hair out of his eyes. “How did you learn how to do that if you’ve never done it before?”

“Uh…”

I narrow my eyes. “Do you watch porn?”

His laugh is deep, amused. Guilty. “Sometimes, yeah.”

“Good. So do I.”

Rhett’s grin is so damn cute, my stomach knots. “We should get some sleep, huh?”

“Yeah. I’ll go wash up and then we should hit the sack. The guys will be back in the morning.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

When I roll away, he plants his palm in the center of my ass, smacking it. “Do we, uh, want to put our clothes back on?”

I raise a brow. “Do you?”

“Not really. I’ve always wanted to sleep naked with someone.”

My brows go up. “This is a real night of firsts for you, isn’t it?”

“You makin’ fun of me?”

“No. If you want to be naked with me, then I want to be naked with you.”

“All right. No puttin’ our clothes back on.” He helps me out of bed and I pad behind him into the bathroom, admiring his round ass, the muscles constricting in his hamstrings and quads.

“Clothes would be a travesty at this point.”

We go through the motions of brushing our teeth again. I leave so he can pee in privacy. Return to bed, slide to the far side, drag the covers up past my boobs.

Fall into a blissful sleep.

Laurel

“God. I think I’m actually, you know…” I wave a hand in the air, unable to find the words.

My cousin rolls her eyes. “No. I don’t know.”

Is she really going to make me say it? Ugh.

“I think I’m falling in you know what with Rhett.”

“In love?”

“Shh, yes.” At least, I think that’s what this is.

He’s all I can think about; everything about the guy makes me so freaking happy I can’t even stand myself lately.

“Instalove is so tacky, Laurel.”

“I’m not saying that’s what this is. I’m just saying…I really like him. God, I cannot wait to see him, and when I do, I want to barf from all the nerves.”

Alex stares. “You’re making it sound like you’re pregnant.”

Why do I keep torturing myself by having these lunches with her? She’s not a nice person.

I should be having this conversation with Lana or Donovan—or both.

“Would you be serious for a second? And keep your voice down—this is how rumors get started.”

“Why should I keep my voice down? You’re fucking a solid five on a scale of ten. I have a right to be upset.”

I reel back, shocked. “What did you just say?”

Her chin tips up. “You can do a whole lot better than the Get Laid poster guy.”

I narrow my eyes. “He is the top wrestler at two D1 schools—that hardly makes him a charity case.”