Campus Player

When she shakes her head, the tension filling my muscles evaporates.

“The last thing I want to do is scare you,” I mutter, feeling self-conscious.

“I’m not scared.” She presses her lips together before admitting, “I like that you waited because you wanted to be with me. It only makes me want you more.”

Heat fills her eyes, and it is so damn sexy. A groan rumbles up from deep in my throat as my cock stiffens. All I want to do is sink deep inside her.

“You have,” her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, “done stuff, right?”

“Yeah, I’m not a total nube,” I mutter.

“Like what?” Her eyes light with undisguised interest. “Tell me.”

Heat floods my cheeks as I shrug, embarrassment swamping me, threatening to drag me under. This is a humiliating conversation to have with the one girl I’ve always fantasized about. I don’t want Demi to think I’m not man enough to please her because I haven’t screwed a ton of girls.

Or, in my case, any.

With my hands cupping the sides of her skull and our foreheads touching, she tilts her head until her mouth can slide over mine. As soon as her tongue brushes across the seam of my lips, I open until they can tangle. I’m about to lose myself in the caress when she pulls away.

Her breath comes out in short sharp pants that drift across my lips. It’s almost drugging. “There’s no reason we can’t have an open conversation about this, right?”

Ugh. The sexual haze surrounding me disintegrates.

“Yeah, I guess.” Like I want her to realize just how inexperienced I am? I’ve already put that out there. Is there any reason to rub it in?

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

It’s much too late for that. Somewhere, deep inside, I’m dying.

Slowly.

“I want to be upfront about everything.” Quickly she adds, “You can ask me questions, too.” With our bodies fused together, she pulls away until there’s a bit of distance between our chests.

Mentally I steel myself for the oncoming humiliation. If this is what it will take to make this girl mine, then I’ll do it. “All right, fire away.”

And that’s exactly how it feels...like I’m standing in front of a firing squad with no chance of escaping unscathed. She’s either going to find my inexperience a turn-on or not. I can’t help but wonder for the umpteenth time why the hell I blurted out my virginal status. That wasn’t something she needed to know.

“Have you ever had a blow job?”

I jerk my head into a nod.

When I remain silent, her voice drops. “A lot of them?”

“Yeah.” It’s not something I’ve ever kept track of, but there has been a good amount. The first time a girl went down on me was sophomore year of high school. She bore an uncanny resemblance to Demi. I’m not proud of it, but with the girl’s head buried in my lap, I could stroke my fingers through her long dark hair and pretend she was someone else. I remember exploding in her mouth and her sucking me down until every muscle turned limp.

Best fucking feeling in the world.

Maybe I wasn’t out boning every girl I could get my hands on, but when I needed a release, that did the trick.

Carefully I pick through the thoughts that flicker across her face. “Does that change the way you feel about me?”

She shakes her head. “Of course not.”

Time to turn the tables. “What about you? How many guys have you blown?”

Her gaze darts away as heat rises in her cheeks.

“Hey.” My hand settles on the curve of her jaw. “It goes both ways, remember? There’s no reason to be embarrassed. We can be honest with each other.”

“A couple.” When I raise a brow, wanting specifics, she adds, “Three.” Her shoulders jerk. “Oral sex seems so much more intimate than...”

“Actual sex?”

“Yeah.”

The question shoots from my mouth before I can stop it. “How many guys have gone down on you?” I want to know everything about this girl—all the nitty-gritty details.

“None.”

“Really?” My brows shoot up. From my limited experience, girls seem to enjoy it. A lot. Hell, some like it more than sex. I’m a little surprised but, then again, I like that she hasn’t done it with anyone else. It’s something new we can explore together.

A blush hits her cheeks as she shakes her head. “I’ve slept with five guys, and the relationships never lasted more than three or four months. Most of my boyfriends were more interested in getting off rather than making sure it was good for me.”

I hate to admit it, but college-aged dudes are selfish assholes when it comes to sex. There’s a reason they say—young, dumb, and full of cum. Because most of them are.

“Have you,” her voice drops, “gone down on a girl before?”

“If you’re asking if I’ve returned the favor, then yeah...I have. It only seemed fair.” The edges of my lips curl into a smile as I whisper against the shell of her ear, “I don’t want to brag, but I’ve got some serious tongue skills in that department.” I suck the delicate lobe into my mouth before biting down on it. “I love everything there is about eating pussy.” When her breath catches, I continue. “I love thrusting my tongue deep inside and hitting that little spot that drives girls crazy.”