Page 27 of Duke

“I give the best back rubs. Have you seen these hands?”

His eyebrows wiggle at me as he holds one hand out from the steering wheel.

“Oh my, yes I bet you do.” I wiggle my eyebrows right back.

He grins and returns his eyes to the road. And I realize the last few minutes were the first where thoughts of Duke didn’t run through my head—on repeat.

Maybe Spence can make me forget about Duke and the way it feels every time he’s near.

It’s worth a try.

The candle flickers between us. Spence reaches across the small table and covers my hand with his. I smile at him over the rim of my wine glass. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m about to fall off the edge of a cliff but as his thumb strokes over the inside of my wrist: I know he’s not innocent. He might not be as bad as Duke, but he still has moves.

Spence’s eyes smolder at me and I know I’m going to let him kiss me later. I need him to help me forget about Duke. Besides, I’ve been flirting and texting with Spence well before I even met Duke. We’ve been in at least one class together a semester and Spence at least has the manners to take me on a date; treating me like a lady. He takes out his wallet and hands our waitress a black American Express card.

The expensive bottle of Cabernet, Spence bought for us has made me drowsy and relaxed especially after a long day on campus. I can’t help but to yawn and smile sweetly at him.

“Come on sweetie. It’s a long drive home.”

He stands up holding out a hand. I take it and he tugs me, pulling me flush against his muscular body. He’s not a giant like Duke, but is still lean and cut. My nose finds his neck and I inhale his expensive cologne feeling a tingle between my legs.

Ever since Duke put his hands on me, he’s awakened the sexual goddess inside I’ve kept dormant.

I rub against Spence, like a cat purring and rubbing against her owner, begging to be pet. The wine has relaxed me beyond the point of caring that we are in a fancy restaurant. It’s dark and romantic in here. I’m sending Spence an unmistakable signal that I’m open for him to touch.

But as he pulls back and cups my face with his hands before bringing his lips down on mine; I can’t tell if it’s him I want or the satisfaction of knowing that letting Spence touch me is going to burn Duke; the way he’s been making me burn.

Spence’s lips nip at mine playfully before I open and let him thrust his tongue inside. He tastes like wine and smells like Ralph Lauren.

His tongue sweeps in finding mine, skillfully dueling with it.

It’s a spark but not a fire.

The waitress clears her throat. Spence breaks our kiss turning to take his card back, but not before giving me a quick wink.

He slips his card back in his wallet and puts an arm around me. I lean my head against him as he tucks me closer to his side leading me to the car.

Like a true gentleman, he opens the door for me. As I sit in the cool leather seat, he reaches for the belt buckle and slowly slides it across my breasts. The sound of it clicking firmly into place causes him to grunt. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”

He takes one hand and slides it to the front of his crisp trouser pants. My eyes widen seeing the outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric.

He removes his hand and slides it down the front of my shirt that now hugs my breasts tighter than before since the seat belt constricted it.

I moan as Spence’s fingers find my nipples and rub round and round. The sensation feels so good; the dull ache between my thighs throbs like the beat of a drum. And suddenly it dawns on me: Maybe it’s not Duke. Maybe, he doesn’t hold some dark magic over me. Maybe—I’ve just been repressed for too long. I’m young and fertile and haven’t known a man’s touch before. The feeling of hands that aren’t my own tugging and pulling on my tits feels foreign and decadent.

I moan, thrashing my head from side to side.

“Just wait Shanna. Fuck. I shouldn’t have started this here.”

He moves away from me shutting the door and quickly rounds the car yanking the driver’s side open.

Wordlessly, he turns the car on and parks on the far side of the lot away from prying eyes. He unbuckles both our belts and twists his hands through my hair as he yanks my face closer.

This time his kisses are wild. His fingers unzip my jeans and pushes aside my panties so he can dive right through my folds. He fingers me while his tongue thrusts in and out of my mouth.

I push a hand between us and work it inside his fly trying to take him in one hand.

He’s not as hard and thick as Duke. I try not to be disappointed but at least if I let Spence take me he wouldn’t split me in half since he’s about half Duke’s size.

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