“That’s okay. I don’t have a lot of time either. Study group in thirty minutes.” I shove my hands in my pockets to stop from fidgeting. I’m nervous and I have no idea why. I’ve never had a problem talking to chicks before.
“What’s up?” She nonchalantly grasps the front of her robe, as if she’s realized it’s dangerously close to gaping open.
“You didn’t finish, did you?” The question flies out before I can stop it.
“Finish what—” She halts, a flush rising in her cheeks as understanding dawns. “Oh. You mean…？”
I grit my teeth and nod.
“Well…no,” she confesses. “I didn’t.”
I struggle to keep my mouth in a neutral, non-frown position. “Why’d you tell me you did?”
“I don’t know.” She sighs. “You were already done. And I guess I didn’t want to damage your ego or anything. I was reading this article the other day about how men are sensitive about that kind of stuff. How it triggers feelings of inadequacy if a woman doesn’t reach orgasm. But did you know that something like ten percent of women don’t have an orgasm during sexual activity? So going by that statistic, men really shouldn’t feel like—”
“You’re doing that babbling thing again.”
Her expression is sheepish. “Sorry.”
“I don’t mind it. I’m glad you’re worried about my ego.” I grin at her. “You should be.”
She looks startled. “Why?”
“Because I’ve been thinking non-stop about how I didn’t make you come last time.” I shrug. “And how badly I want to change that.”
7
Logan
Grace’s cheeks go from lily-white to pale-pink in a matter of seconds. She’s got the most expressive face I’ve ever seen, so quick to display everything she’s feeling. I appreciate how easy it is to read her, otherwise her prolonged silence to my last remark might’ve worried me. But the glimmer of intrigue in her eyes confirms I haven’t scared her off.
“Really?” She wrinkles her forehead.
“Yeah.” My lips curve in a small smile as I take a step toward her. “So are you gonna let me or what?”
Alarm flits across her face. “Let you do what?”
“Make you come.”
I’m gratified to see the unease in her expression melt into molten hot excitement. Oh yeah, I’m not scaring her at all. She’s turned on.
“Um…” She lets out a strangled laugh. “This is the first time a guy has ever shown up at my door asking me that. You realize how frickin’ crazy that sounds, right?”
“You want to talk crazy? I’ve spent the whole fucking weekend fantasizing about doing this.” Frustration rises in my chest. “I’m not usually such an asshole, okay? I might fuck around, but I always make sure the women I’m with have a good time.”
She sighs. “I did have a good time.”
“You would’ve had a better time if I didn’t blow my load and take off.”
Now she laughs again, which makes me sigh. “You’re killing me here, gorgeous. I’m talking about how much I want to give you a screaming orgasm, and you’re laughing at me?” I grin. “Did we not just establish that my ego is fragile?”
Her lips continue to twitch. “I thought you had to go,” she reminds me.
“It takes ten minutes to get to the library from here. Which means I have twenty minutes.” My smile becomes downright devilish. “If I can’t make you come in twenty minutes, then I’m definitely doing something wrong.”
Grace toys with a strand of wet, dark hair, visibly nervous. My gaze lowers to her lips, which glisten as her tongue darts out to moisten them. The urge to kiss her hums in my blood, and the anticipation hanging in the air is thick enough to tighten my throat.
I take another step. “So?”
“Um…” Her breath shudders out in a rush. “Sure. If you want to.”
A laugh pops out. “Fuck yeah I want to. But do you want it?”
“Y-yes.” She clears her throat. “Yes.”
I move closer and her eyes flare again. She wants me. I want her too, but I order my rapidly hardening cock to behave. This ain’t about us, bro. Only her.
My dick twitches in response, but there’s no way it’s getting any action right now. If this was any other girl, I might suggest a quickie, but unless my V-dar is on the fritz, then Grace is most definitely a virgin. Not only do I not have that kind of time on my hands right now, but I’m also not particularly eager to take on the responsibility of being her first.