Page 42 of Reverse Pass
“When.” She levels me with a look that says she won’t listen to a counter argument.
“Now you’re just trying to stroke my ego.”
“Is it working?”
“Maybe.” I smile at her.
There’s a beat of silence and it lasts just long enough to make the tension mount between us. She worries her lip between her teeth and my eyes are drawn to it. It makes me want to do the one thing I know I shouldn’t.
“I feel like I need shots for this.” She breaks my daydream.
“Why?”
“I’m just... awkward. Out of practice.”
“It’s just me, Vi.”
“You say that like you’re not one of the hottest men on campus. Probably in the city.”
“And you’re gorgeous as fuck and get me hard every time I look at you.”
She looks at me surprised, almost as if she doesn’t believe me.
“Honest.” I put my hand over my heart.
“Doesn’t change the fact that it’s intimidating.”
“I intimidate you?” I laugh. “If you only fucking knew, Violet. I’m usually good with women. I can string words together, say and do the right things at the right time. With you I just fumble around hoping I don’t fuck it up.”
“I wish you would. It would make me feel better if you had some flaws. Might make it less awkward too.”
“Was it awkward before?”
“Are you seriously asking me if it was awkward that my friend’s brother walked in on me touching myself? Because yes, Ben. Like, definitely top three of my life.”
“It was top three hottest of mine,” I admit.
“I’m sure.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m serious. My heart fucking stopped in my chest when I walked in. I felt a little guilty at first, but then it was like winning the fucking lottery. Sitting there listening to you… I needed the shower afterwards. Even after I jacked off… it was torture sleeping next to you.”
She makes a face like she’s not sure, and it grates on me that she doesn’t believe she has that effect on me.
I sit up and pull her down onto my lap, letting her feel how hard I am even now, just thinking about it. I use the opportunity to run my fingers over her lower back, her soft skin warm under my touch.
“Believe me now?” I ask, my voice rougher than before because the feel of her cradling my cock makes me want her so much, I can hardly stand it.
She nods and gives the slightest roll of her hips. Giving me friction I desperately want from her. Testing me she rolls them again, and she must like what she sees on my face because she starts a steady rhythm. It’s just enough to tease my cock, not enough to really sate the need and she knows it.
“That how you’re going to play it?” I ask her, trying to hide the need in my voice.
She nods, a grin teasing at her lips.
I sit up higher, bringing our bodies dangerously close and gripping the hem of the jersey.
“Let me see?” It’s as much a question as it is a statement of need, and she nods her okay.
I pull it off, slowly, over her head and then toss it on the bed beside us. It’s better than I imagined, like it always is with her. Nude with black lace overlayed on top. Perfectly holding her breasts as they sway with the rocking of her hips. She would have been hot in an old T-shirt, but her wearing this for me makes my stomach twist. Makes me ache that much more to put my hands on her, to be inside her, to fucking kiss her.
