Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Jacob’s eyes flash like frozen steel. “No point investing in a woman if she isn’t going to put out.”
“Oh my god. You’re the absolute worst.” I grab my change from Daryl and slide off the stool. “I don’t need or want you to buy me a drink. I’d rather choke on a dick.”
“If you’re offering…” Jacob rests his hand on his belt.
And this is the man that the majority of women at this university, and some of the men, are vying for. They can have him.
“Let me just reiterate something to you, Jacob Drayton. I know who you are, and I don’t like it. So leave me the fuck alone.”
Even in my heels, I’m nearly a foot shorter than him, but I square my shoulders and draw myself to my full height. He’s still grinning like he’s Teflon, and my words are sliding right off his shiny, perfect surface.
“Shiiiit,” Hayes groans. “She kicked you in the nuts, dude.”
“There isn’t a challenge I haven’t beaten, girl-with-a-cleavage-deep-enough-to-titty-fuck my whole dick. Enjoy standing because I’ll get you on your back one way or another.”
“Starting to sound rapey, Jacob.” I turn my finger in a circle, pasting on my most bored expression. “It’s time to wrap it up.”
I stride around the wall of obnoxious hockey gods, spotting Imani grinning at me from her observation post on the other side of the dancefloor.
For all my bravado, my heart is racing like a jackhammer, and my head swims like I might faint.
It turns out that Imani was right, but the attention of the Drayton triplets is the opposite of what I want.
And I have a feeling this is going to be a very long night.
2
SHAWN
“Oh yeah, baby. Suck my dick. Suck it just like that.”
The brunette, currently on her knees in front of me, bobs her head enthusiastically. I grip her hair, more for effect than because I’m intending to ram my cock into her throat. I don’t enjoy watching girls gag on my dick. It’s too big for even the real pros to deep throat, and too much slobber gives me the ick. But even though this girl is pretty good at the task at hand, I’m bored as fuck.
Across the hall, Jacob’s headboard is knocking into the wall with rhythmic determination. After he got rejected by the curvy bombshell in the black dress, he picked up his usual fare: a skinny blonde with average-sized tits and killer legs. He’s not going without tonight, but I don’t think it’s going to ease the rejection. I’ve never seen him turned down before.
He’s never gone through what I experienced with my ex, Lucy. It still stings that she dumped me for Harris, and stings even more than he chose her pussy over my friendship.
That won’t happen again. Not now that I’m primed for the draft. Girls are falling over themselves to get into my bed. They have a thing for athletes, like our skill on the field or the ice will translate to skills between the sheets. It translates into killer stamina, but a lot of athletic dudes get lazy in the sack. When there are girls on tap every night, worrying about their pleasure can take a back seat.
I’m not like that, but some of my teammates brag about leaving girls wet and wanting like it’s a badge of achievement to take pleasure and not give it in return.
I want to come, but I’m not getting there like this. After three years of this shit, there’s something missing about sex. I used to go off like a rocket, but now it takes serious focus and a lot of effort on a girl’s part. It’s like the gloss has worn off fucking, and all that’s left is the functionality. And let’s be honest, sex is fucking weird when you think about it: taking a stranger home so you can stick your dick in parts of her body and rub yourselves together, reveling in sweat and other bodily fluids. It has its moments, but the less I’m into it, the more aware I am of the unsexy stuff.
I tug her face from my cock and wipe her puffy lips with my thumb. “That was good, baby, but I want to feel you come on my dick.”
She’s on her back in a flash, which isn’t my favorite position for a one-night stand. There’s too much potential eye contact, and she’ll want to kiss me with the mouth that’s just been wrapped around my dick. I’m not weirded out by my body, but I can’t be fucked to pretend this is more than a quick fuck to scratch an itch.
I climb over her naked body and roll her over, pressing my knees into her thighs so I can keep her legs nice and tight. I get my dick wrapped and inside her in record time and focus on the wall above my bed as I pound into her. When she’s moaning and writhing, I slick my finger and slide my hand beneath her hip, finding her clit. It takes some concentration and coordination to make her come, but it’s worth it because when she clamps down on my dick, pulsing in contracting waves, I unload deep in her pussy. See, a woman’s pleasure hasn’t gotten old for me. It’s the one thing that can trip my switch without effort. My legs shake and my chest heaves. Sweat drips down the groove in my spine, leaving a cold trail. The girl—I can’t remember her name—tries to roll over, but I press my hand to her spine to catch my breath.