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I want to be filled. Worshipped. Savored.

Eyes closed, I slide my fingers through the slickness there, gathering the arousal, then rubbing circles around my clit.

When I press against the exposed bundle of nerves while squeezing my nipple hard, I jolt.

Yes. Right there.

Right fucking there.

Quickly, I find my rhythm, bucking my hips and hitting that spot over and over.

My breathing quickens and heat rises up my chest and neck until beads of sweat gather on my hairline.

Little spasms fire off in my limbs, the telltale tingles traveling up my calves as pressure coils in my core.

I hold off as long as I can, eager to make it last.

Bucking. Grinding. Rubbing. Pulsing.

The sensation builds and builds, and I will my mind to go blank.

To push out every thought, whether rational or irrational.

To empty and tostayempty.

But as I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and give my clit a final pinch, my mind conjures a vision.

As it comes into focus, I squeeze my nipple and plunge two fingers into my weeping hole, my mouth open in a silent cry.

Dark onyx eyes bore into mine, his stare feral as I come undone.

That’s all it takes.

The orgasm owns me, consuming me from the inside out.

My body clenches and spasms as I hit my peak and blast off into a white-hot headspace where only his undivided attention and my wanton pleasure exist.

“Ty,” I pant as my resolve snaps and release washes over me.

“Ty. Ty. Ty. Ty.”

I chant his name as I ride out the orgasm, his seething stare branded in my mind, the figment of his intense gaze never wavering as I gush and pulse and come to the idea of Ty watching me.

Chapter fourteen

Tytus

Ipull my shoulders back roughly and jerk my neck to the side, relishing the satisfying crack.

Coach Connors has been grinding us to the point of exhaustion since our first day of practice. He’s a six-time Frozen Four contender with three championships to his name, so it’s an honor to be playing for him.

Even so, the man’s a masochist.

He canceled this morning’s early skate in honor of the first day of classes, but he extended our afternoon skate time to make up for it.

As I take the stairs two at a time to the second floor of Downy Hall, I’m once again reminded that Sawyer and I live in completely different buildings.

It makes sense that while Atty and I share a room in the athletic dorms, she’s in a residence hall for graduate students, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.