Page 86 of Campus Crush
I was trying not to distract her, but it was getting harder to ignore her beside me. Every so often, she’d shift on my bed, her leg sliding against mine, and my cock would strain against the seam of my zipper.
I discreetly glanced over and caught her nibbling on her lip.
Biting back a groan, I tipped my head back and stared at my ceiling, begging for strength I wasn’t sure any man could possess.
What made Abby so attractive was that she had no fucking idea what she did to me. How men glanced at her whenever we went out together. How her smile had people stopping in their tracks.
She thought she was plain, but in the dictionary of Abby, plain didn’t exist.
She was vibrant, smart, sexy, and so completely unaware of her own power that it wrecked me.
She didn’t try to be anything other than exactly who she was—no filters, no pretending.
I was so sunk for her, it wasn’t even funny.
“Foster?”
“Hmm?”
Her brown eyes were mesmerizing until I recognized the vulnerability shining in them.
“What is it?”
“Could you…um…could you teach me something?”
I frowned, confused. “Maybe. Depends what it is?”
What on earth could I possibly teach the smartest girl on campus?
A blush creeped up her neck that had heat zinging down my spine. “Could you teach me how to give head?”
I cough-choked as I sat up, sure I’d misheard her. My dick, on the other hand, was already harder than stone and eagerly anticipating her mouth.
“You want me to teach you how to give a blow job?”
She nodded.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to pull myself together enough to go slow with this. Not that I was complaining that she wanted to learn. I was more than eager to feel her mouth on me, but I wanted her to be sure.
“You know you don’t have to, right? I’m more than happy with our sex life.”
She placed a hand on my arm, her eyes sincere. “I know I don’t have to. Iwantto. I want to make you feel good like you make me. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. But I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to do it wrong.”
Her words sent a rush of heat through me. I loved that she wanted to please me, but I also wanted her to enjoy the process. The best oral came when the other person was into it.
I took her hand in mine, tracing circles on her palm with my thumb. “Okay, but we go at your pace. If you want to stop at any point, just say the word,” I assured her.
She nodded, a determined look in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep. My tongue licked across the seam of her lips, and she parted them on a gasp. I slipped inside, massaging her tongue with mine until she was melting against me and whimpering into my mouth.
“Fuck, Baby,” I murmured as I broke our kiss.
Before I could get anymore carried away kissing her, I stood up from the bed and stripped off my shirt, then pushed down my sweats and boxers and kicked them aside. Abby’s heated gaze slid down my naked body before meeting mine.
“First things first,” I said, my voice already a little hoarse from desire. “You don’t have to take all of it. The tip is the most sensitive, so don’t feel like you have to deepthroat or anything. Just do what feels comfortable for you.”
Her gaze was locked on my cock, and she licked her lips before nodding absentmindedly like she was listening, but already thinking ten steps ahead. Knowing Abby, she probably was.
I took her hand and wrapped it around the base, guidingher to stroke me gently. Her touch was tentative but eager, and I couldn’t help but groan at the sensation.
