Page 19 of This I Promise You
I tighten up when his mouth makes contact and his tongue slathers against me. My mouth gapes open and my eyes roll back into my skull. I enjoy it for the whole ten seconds it lasts before he gets up on the bed and rubs lube on my ass. That’s when I feel bare skin on me.
“Woah, hold up.” I crane my neck around. “Condom, big boy.”
“Seriously?” he huffs. “I’m fucking clean.”
“Condom or I’m out.” I put a little force in my voice. Sure, I like to be used, but I’m not stupid.
“Whatever,” he huffs again, and the bed jumps as he gets off to fetch the condom that apparently was lying on his nightstand the entire time. Like, how hard was that?
A moment later he’s behind me again and I feel his dick brush against my ass.
“Give it to me, Daddy.” I roll my eyes since he can’t see and grab the sheets around me.
A few minutes later my body aches in the best way possible and he releases deep inside me. “Fuck yeah.” He breathes hard and proudly shows me the result in his condom before slapping my ass again. He gets off the bed and starts dressing. “Swear you’ve got one of the roundest asses and tightest holes I’ve ever used.”
I smile like it means the world to me, while inside I’m screaming,Why would I ever do this?What is my problem?“Glad you liked it.”
“Hell yeah, I’ll have to have you over again soon.” He grins and throws my clothes next to me on the bed. “Time to go.”
And just like that, I’m putting my clothes back on and doing the walk of shame back to my car.
Easton
There’s Just Something About a Man with Tattoos
Not going to lie, this class is already way more boring than I thought it’d be. If it weren’t for Aidan I’d be dropping it right now.
I figured a nursing major would want to take some physiology class, or maybe another biology or nutrition science class, but no. Not Aidan. He wanted an astronomy class. So here I am, and have no doubt I’m going to complain about it. Hell, I’m a political science major with a minor in history. This isn’t what I’d call fun.
It’s one of those big auditorium classrooms where the professor doesn’t give a shit if you’re paying attention, which I’m not. Sure I’m looking down at the platform, but I’m not seeing any of it.
Instead my head is filled with a movie-like reel of that Paul dude from this morning. I saw him on campus again, but I don’t think he saw me. He must have been on a run, because he was dressed in tight spandex, long sleeves, really short shorts, and his forehead was glistening with sweat despite the cold. His headphones were in, muscular thighs pumping, and oh my, I love the tattoos. There’s just something about a man with tattoos, and I swear every thick sinew of his left arm is covered with them.
In my mind he’s running in slow motion, and instead of not noticing me, his head turns and we lock eyes. God, he’s pretty. I have to remind myself that I hate him. He’s a brute, an egotistical ass. But douches can be hot too, right? I just—
“Hey.” A whisper and poke on my shoulder knocks me from my daydream.
“Huh? What did I miss?” I jump and say a little too loudly. I turn to see what’s going on and slink lower in my chair with an awkward grin.
“You totally zoned out,” Aidan says. “Please tell me you’re not thinking about what’s-his-face.”
I might have mentioned to A that he’d been on my mind yesterday. He wasn’t exactly excited about it, and for good reason. I don’t blame him, but I can still fantasize, right?
“No,” I lie, mouth skewing stiffly. He raises his brow and cocks his head. “Okay, yeah.”
“You know he’s bad news, East.” Aidan leans in and punches my shoulder playfully.
“But he’s suchhotbad news.” Let me dream.
“Ugh, God. He’s not even that hot.”
“Excuse me?” I lean back, trying to keep my voice low. Why am I defending this asshole?
“Really?” Aidan frowns at me.
“Would you two shut up?” some girl behind us whispers.
“Sorry,” Aidan and I apologize simultaneously.
