Thirsty

CHAPTER 11

Thirsty

•••SKYLAR•••

"Really?" he asked, lifting a brow. "This doesn't do anything to you?" He began unbuttoning his shirt before I could protect, revealing tan skin.

My eyes hungrily traced his set of toned abs, those earned from hours of workout, with a defined ridge that led straight down to a deep V line.

I gulped the saliva filling my mouth as I imagined the monster that slept peacefully below that waistband.

I have heard the rumors from his conquests around college, gushing of the "one fuck and you are hooked" p**n star cock.

My tongue unconsciously licked my dry lips, wishing a drink was close by. This must be fake. Who was I kidding? They were definitely real. I had seen those sinful abs when he posted shirtless thirst traps on his Inst**ram.

I had always thought they were edited with those photo apps. That didn't stop my nasty mind from starring him in my fantasies.

Scenes of us fucking in the back of his car, my palms on that chest as I rode him cowgirl style, screaming his name at the top of my lungs in plain sight of anyone until I came.

My hardening tits, poking my dress, pleading for his fingers, liked that idea very much.

Thank Heavens he hadn't told me to kneel and suck his dick right then and there, because I wouldn't have hesitated, crawling all over this dirty floor like a slut and doing just that.

I heard distant noises that sounded like catcalls from the girls around us, most angling their phones at him to capture his cut torso.

I saw his lips moving, but I couldn't hear a word. "…ou."

"What?" I said, dragging myself to the present from my trance.

"I said, 'Told you,'" he repeated, buttoning up his shirt.

"I have seen better," I whispered, acting like the lacy pink thong underneath my dress wasn't damp from my juice.

His eyes looked down at my chest with a dangerous fire in those green irises. "Sure, princess, whatever you say," he responded, a smirk on his face that said he wasn't buying my shit.

"Jeez, hate to break up this cute bickering," April mumbled, trying to use this chance to escape. "I have to go."

I looked at April, who gave me her knowing grin. The song titled "Nobody Can Resist Liam" was for sure playing in her head. This was all her fault.

I had been fine with my late night reading life until he came along, lighting it up to ashes, with a little help from this frenemy. For goodness' sake, my hormones couldn't think straight around him anymore.

"Nope, we need to talk," I said.

"Come on, I need to check on Chris to feed Bruno before he leaves. You know how forgetful he is."

"Bruno?"

"His pet goldfish. We picked him out yesterday," she replied, blinking. "At the aquarium store. It totally slipped my mind to mention it earlier."

"Cut the bullshit. I can easily tell when you're lying. He doesn't have a goldfish."

She sighed as her phone rang, blasting a Post Malone song. "It's my mom. I have to take this. I missed her call earlier, so she must be worried sick," she said, running off to the VIP section.

I stared after her, that sneaky witch. "Now I get why she wouldn't stop nagging me. You bribed her to drag me here."

"I never told her to drag you here. I only suggested she convince you to come."

"Is there a difference?"

"Yeah, 'drag' is to forcefully pull someone in a certain direction, while 'convince' is to persuad–."

"Zip it!" The nerve of this motherfucker. At least he didn't deny the bribery. "Tickets are what you think will get you a steamy round of sex?" I asked angrily.

"Relax, princess. I did try to be less manipulative. I can't rewire my brain to respect boundaries. It's used to getting any girl I want, and your naked body under me, taking my dick like a slut, is what it craves."

"You're nuts. I would never go for someone like you. I should report you for sexual harassment. Maybe that will end this craziness," I threatened, crossing my arms.

"Do it. Walk into the student counseling office tomorrow and file a Title IX claim. I dare you to prove me wrong. You don't want this as much as I do."