I arch into him wanting more. More of his mouth and more of the dirty, obscene things coming out of it. I don’t know how much of it he’s actually serious about, but the idea of him going down on me like this not giving one single fuck that people might watch is hot. Not that I actually want to give in to the fantasy.
He wraps his arms around my legs spreading me wider and lifting me to his mouth. His moans and grunts rival mine as the orgasm builds. I come once, crying out and trying to move away. It’s so intense and my body can’t decide if it wants more or to curl up in a ball and let the sensations slowly disappear. Heath doesn’t give me an option. He keeps his grip tight on my legs, holding me in place.
He eases the pressure on my sensitive clit. His tongue laps slowly and tenderly until another orgasm begins to build and I start to writhe beneath him. He adds a finger, ever so slowly, matching the tempo of his mouth.
I reach for him, for any part of him to cling to like a lifeline as the second wave slams into me. I pull at his glorious hair and his ears, his shoulders. I’m not sure I’ve ever maimed a guy while he went down on me before.
I roll away from him as my body quivers and I try to catch my breath. Heath chuckles and lets me loose this time. He lies beside me and wraps his arm around my waist.
I shiver at the contact. “Even that feels like I might get off another time.”
“Cuddle orgasms. I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“There’s nothing cuddly about you. Even your cuddles feel like foreplay.”
“Oh, it’s foreplay. It’s all foreplay.”
“I need like two minutes for my soul to float back inside of me and then it’s your turn.”
“Your soul floated away? Damn, girl, can I get that in a Yelp review?”
“Five orgasmic stars,” I mumble as I wiggle back against him and his thick erection. I must doze off because when I wake up it’s to Heath pulling on his T-shirt and answering the bedroom door. He talks so quietly I can’t make out who he is talking to or what they’re saying. He shuts the door and locks it and returns to bed.
“Who was that?”
“Rauthruss. They’re playing Xbox, asked if I wanted to join.”
“I haven’t made good on my end of the bargain yet.” I yawn again as I reach for him, which makes Heath chuckle.
He wraps me in his arms, and I tip my head up to look at him. “It’s okay. I’m getting used to you leaving me with blue balls.”
My jaw drops and he shakes his head. “I’m kidding, baby doll. Come on, I’ll distract them while you make a getaway.”
As I get to my feet, Mav’s deep voice shouts from the living room. I can’t make out his words, but it’s his presence that makes me pause. “Oh, crap. I totally forgot about helping Maverick with his literature class.”
“I’ll help him.”
“You’re gonna read aloud to him in that sexy British accent?” Swoon. Maybe I can stay for that.
“Don’t look at me like that Genevieve or I’ll never let you out of here.”
He goes first while I hide in his room, peeking out the crack of his mostly closed door. He calls for Rhett and then walks into the bathroom.
Rauthruss’s tone sounds confused as he asks why he’s going into the bathroom, but I don’t stick around to figure out what Heath says to keep him in there while I hurry out of the apartment.
When Ava and I get to the dining hall the next morning, Heath is waiting outside, leaning against the wall, his phone in hand. He looks up as I approach and a smile spreads across his face.
“Took you two long enough. I’m starving.”
I hadn’t asked him to wait for me, so I find it particularly endearing that he did. Especially when I know how important food is to him.
“I’m going to grab something quick and sit outside to call Trent,” Ava says before we split to grab breakfast.
“You don’t need to do that. We can all sit together.”
“Eh, it’s fine. I get all tongue-tied around your brother and his hockey friends anyway and end up feeling like a bumbling idiot.”
I fill a tray and find Heath at our usual table, already digging into his first plate of food.
He raises his brows and smiles around a big mouthful as I sit. His long legs find mine under the table and he spreads them to frame mine from either side.
We eat in silence. Heath somehow devours all his food before I do, and he leans back and eyes my tray as if he’s hoping I might leave him some.
“Stop eye fucking my food, Payne.”
“That strawberry jelly looks good.”
“Should have gotten some then,” I say and take a big bite of my jelly toast.
I’m teasing him, but now that he’s watching my mouth while I chew, I’m a little turned on. Leave it to Heath to turn cafeteria breakfast into foreplay. In his words, it’s all foreplay.
20
Heath
“Has anyone seen my hat?” Rauthruss walks around the living room moving cushions and checking under the couch.
“Bathroom,” Mav and I say at the same time.
He narrows his gaze. “Why the hell is it in the bathroom?” He disappears and returns with the faded Bruins hat on his head.
“Hell if I know. You and Heath went in there and you came back with a frustrated scowl and without a hat. Did he violate you? You could tell me, you know?”
“I needed him to rub a little Icy Hot on my back,” I say
“Mhmmm. And he took his hat off for that?” Mav grins big and looks to me. He knows damn well why
