Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(81)

The fact she even has to question me tightens the muscles in my chest. Rubbing the tension away with my closed fist, I shake my head. “Look, I don’t know what truth lies in that. Wallace is usually all talk and no show, but if he is doing that, then it needs to be reported to campus police.”

“There’s no evidence.”

We lock eyes again, hers weary. “It may not matter if there is or not,” I reason quietly, letting go of her inquiry. She’s never out for malicious intent. “But if there’s a report with his name attached to it, then there’s something to work with just in case an incident comes up.”

She thinks about it before nodding. Her forehead rests against the crook of my neck, a sigh loosening from her. “I guess.”

I move my hand from her hip to her back, rubbing circles on it until she eases into me. “It’s nice that you want to help Aliyah even though you’re not close. You’re a good person, Sky.”

This time, she’s quiet.

We stay like that for a while, listening to the shuffle of feet pass by her door, and the opening and closing of the side exit as people come and go. Her nose brushes against the column of my throat, making me bite back a groan when I feel her shift until warm lips brush against the same slice of skin.

“What are you doing?” I ask, voice shaky as her lips move downward.

“Warming up,” she says against my skin.

I tip my head back and feel her teeth graze the edge of my throat before skimming toward my collarbone. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

I feel her smile against me as her fingertips dance along the front of my stomach. “Trust me, I’m nice and toasty right now.”

I fucking bet.

Her fingers stop just above the waistband of the joggers I slipped on before coming here. I look down and see her eyes staring at the obvious bulge growing between us. “Sorry, I can’t really help it. You’re touching me and all I can think about is—”

“I can stop if you want,” she tells me nervously, glancing up through her lashes. “But I don’t want to. I want to return the favor from last time. To…touch you. Maybe not, um, the other thing. Yet. But you could teach me how to get you off with my hand.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I wheeze, dropping my head onto her pillow.

“Is that a yes?”

I swipe her face with my thumb, tweaking her bottom lip. “Do you really want to? Because I didn’t come here for any of that. I just wanted to hang out. Cuddle. Didn’t realize how much of a cuddler I was until you. But that’s all.”

She watches me for a second before nodding slowly. “I know. But I want to. I’m just not sure how exactly. Show me how you like it.”

I close my eyes for a second to try calming the beast down. One little touch could set me off, that’s how hard I am right now. My reply comes out husky as I say, “Okay.”

She helps me lower the hem of my sweats, paying extra attention to the way the long pipe between my legs is trying to greet her as it tents my boxers. Normally, I go commando when I’m not in jeans, but it’s cold as fuck out and I didn’t feel like embarrassing myself if things decided to seek warmth.

“We don’t have to,” I remind her, hands stilling on the elastic of my underwear. She doesn’t say anything as she carefully lowers those too until my erection is freed.

Her small intake of breath has me pinching my eyes closed. I can’t handle the way she’s looking at me right now. It’s too damn much.

I jerk instantly when I feel her hand wrap around my shaft and squeeze lightly. “God dammit.”

She quickly let’s go. “Did I hurt—”

“Do it again,” I beg, guiding her hand back to my aching dick. “Like this. Squeeze here and pump up. Just like—fuuuuck. Yeah, baby, just like that.” Her hand feels like heaven as it pumps me from base to tip. I keep my hand on hers, guiding the movement, helping her find the grip, tightening it for the perfect pressure, twisting it at the perfect place, and moving it at a tortuous pace.

My hips move to fill our palms, my dick twitching as she jerks me faster. I’m so goddamn close I’m embarrassed when I start leaking precum. And when her thumb brushes my tip to trail it down and lubricate me, it’s what does me in.

“Coming,” I warn, hips frantically thrusting into her palm as she clenches me tighter and keeps stroking.

The gargled noise coming from my throat as I empty onto our fists has her staring at the mess, then up at me like she’s mesmerized by it.

With my clean hand, I swipe down my face and shake my head. My legs feel numb as I stare up at the ceiling. “That was better than I fantasized about,” I tell her, glancing down at her. I peck her lips and grab a tissue from the corner of the desk, wiping us both off.

Blowing out a breath, I pull my boxers and joggers back on, dispose of the dirty tissues, and crawl back onto the bed. “Can I touch you?”

She looks hesitant. “That was supposed to be for you since you—”

“Sky,” I press my lips to hers to stop her from talking. “There is no ‘payback’ when it comes to intimacy. We get each other off because we want to, not because we’re obligated. And I really, really want to fuck you with my fingers until I feel you clenching them so hard I come in my pants again. Feel me?”