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Chapter 20

Darcy

I wake up fully in West’s arms. His phone is vibrating like crazy, which is probably what woke me up to begin with. West is sleeping like a log, though, with his arms wrapped like a vise around me.

I try to ignore the phone and sink back against his body, my eyes falling closed as I press my nose into the hollow of his throat. God, he’s warm in the mornings. I love it here. The steady rise and fall of his chest against mine is soothing, and it’s no time at all before it’s lulling me back to sleep.

The rattle of his phone on the end table jars me from my sleep, making my body twitch with that strange falling sensation. Ugh. I wiggle closer, smiling sleepily when West grumbles something unintelligible and tightens his hold on me .

Finally, the vibration stops, and I let out a little sigh, content to doze here in his arms until later. His phone shatters the silence yet again. What the heck is going on right now?

I sit up, pulling myself from West’s arms as I glance over and see Dad flashing across the screen. His eyes fly open. The vibration didn’t do a single thing to disturb his sleep, but my moving did. “Your phone keeps going off,” I murmur.

He groans, rolling to the side and answering. “What?”

I’m not at all used to the sharp tone of his voice, and it has me a little shell-shocked. I know he said he had issues with his dad, but still.

“No, Dad. I was asleep.” His jaw clenches as he presses the phone tighter to his ear.

West holds an arm out, and it takes me far too long to realize what he wants. But when I do, I settle back against him, smiling at his happy little sigh when he wraps his arm around me and holds me against his body, his fingers tapping against my skin.

I can’t quite hear what West’s dad is saying, but I can hear his tone and it’s not pleasant.

I’m proven right when West laughs. “Ungrateful? I’m ungrateful. That’s really what you’re going with now? What exactly am I ungrateful for?”

There’s murmuring on the other end and West seems to keep interrupting. “No. My scholarship is,” and, “No. I paid for that myself,” and “That’s rich considering you didn’t even show up to any games.”

I take it all in as I try to piece together what his dad must be saying on the other side, given his responses.

West’s entire body tenses and when he whispers a quiet, “Wow,” the hurt in his voice is impossible to miss. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. I’m an adult and I don’t need to put up with this.” There’s a quiet sort of resignation in his voice that makes my heart hurt when he pulls the phone away from his ear and hangs up before powering it off and tossing it back onto the end table.

“West—” I start, but I’m cut off when West rolls to his side and pulls me in close to him. He hides his face against my neck, and I let him, happy to have him seek solace and comfort in me. I have no idea what that was all about, but it didn’t sound good at all.

His breathing is slow and measured. Fake. Like he’s trying entirely too hard to make it seem normal, and after a few minutes of holding me almost too tightly, he slumps, tension bleeding from him as his entire body relaxes.

I bring a hand to his hair and slide my fingers into the strands, marveling at how soft it is. “You okay?” I ask after a couple of seconds.

He nods from his hiding spot. It’s the only answer I get and for now, that’s fine. I do hope he chooses to open up to me, though. I’m finding that I want him to. I want him to lean on me, to rely on me, to find peace and safety with me. I want to be all those things to him and more, and his dad is disrupting his peace and happiness. It seems like he always is. “Your dad’s a real asshole,” I mutter, running my fingers through his hair.

West huffs out a laugh. “Cussing over sex. Cussing over my dad. I’m seriously corrupting you, huh?”

I roll my eyes. “No. You’re not corrupting me. Sometimes you have to call a spade a spade. Or, in this case, an asshole an asshole.” I twirl my fingers around his hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hums, squeezing me a little tighter. “No. Not really.”

“Well, you know I’m here if you need to.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, making me shiver when he brushes his lips against my throat. “I will eventually, but right now, I kind of just want to forget about him and his shit and enjoy my time with you before you make me do history. ”

That gets a laugh out of me. “Are you saying you don’t like my lessons?”

“Oh, Professor, I most certainly do.”

I shudder, my cock thickening at the heat in his voice. “Okay. You’re gonna have to stop that. I’m going to be a professor and I don’t need to start my job with a freaking professor-student kink.”

West pulls back, grinning at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll fulfill all your naughty teacher fantasies.”

Yeah, I’m not so sure about that. “Shhh,” I whisper, wiggling my hand until I can get it free and press it to his lips.

West laughs as I pull my finger away, and the sound ricochets through me. I love how he sounds when he’s happy. I love that I can make him happy even after the crap with his dad. “So, what I’m hearing is that you do have a professor fantasy.”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

He hums, darting forward and nipping at my jaw. “So that’s a yes.” The low rasp of his voice sends sparks through me, but I stay silent. He doesn’t let it stop him. He drags his lips along my jaw and down my throat, sucking and biting at my skin before working his way back up.

If it wasn’t for how much I love his mouth on me, I’d be pushing him away for teasing me so much.

“You know,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip. “I’m a very eager pupil.”

I should be taking this opportunity to remind him that if he truly were, he wouldn’t be trying to distract me from what could be his tutoring session. But then his fingers are dipping into the waistband of my briefs and his lips are on mine, and my cock is basically aching for more. So instead, I roll him to his back and straddle him .

He stares up at me with lust-filled eyes. “I want more, Darce. Let’s have sex.”

My stomach twists anxiously. “I want to blow you,” I say, hoping that’ll be enough.

The disappointment is easy to see, and the knife in my gut goes deeper. He nods, so I work my way down his body and swallow him to the back of my throat.

Studying can wait.

I’m walking out of my last class of the day, about to head to West’s place for Thursday night football, when I get a text.

West

Passed my midterm with a 94%

I knew he would. Heck, I barely even teach him these days. We go over the material together, but it’s more a joint study session than it is me teaching him anything.

Me

That’s amazing. I knew you would.

West

So what are we going to do to celebrate?

I grin down at my phone. He’s all about his celebrations. It must be a football thing.

Me

What do you want to do to celebrate?

West

I have some ideas. Hurry up.

He’ll have to wait until after football for any kind of celebration. The man has me obsessed. It’s stupid, but fun. I’ll deny it to my last breath, but not to West. He knows he’s got me addicted to football. And while the pants are definitely a nice bonus, they aren’t even the main motivator these days. It’s just a fun sport to watch. Especially when it’s him playing.

I do hurry my pace, though. Not because I’m ready for a celebration. Well, I mean, I am. But I can tell West is getting anxious, that he wants more and I’m not sure what to really do about that. So even though I’m here for it and excited, I’m also a little apprehensive.

When I get to West’s, I’m surprised to not only find Parker and Benson there, but also the TV in the living room. Park and Ben are on the couch together, heads close, talking quietly. So much for celebrating. Rich coming from someone who quite literally just said celebrating would have to wait until after football.

“Hey, everyone,” I say, waving as I look around for West.

“He’s in his room,” Park says, not even sparing me a glance as they go back to talking to Ben.

The two of them are an interesting match, to say the least. I’m almost positive that Ben is more into it than Parker is, but then again, I’ve also never seen Parker hook up with the same person more than once, let alone spend time with them outside of sex.

Ignoring them, I make my way into West’s bedroom.

He looks up at me from where he’s sitting on the edge of his bed with a bright smile. “Hey, professor.”

I roll my eyes. “That is not going to be a thing.”

“It’s already a thing. Sorry.”

When I’m in front of him, I shove his legs apart with my knee so I can step between them. His arms twine around my waist as he pulls me closer, and I find his lips with mine. This man has ruined me for anyone else, and I’m not sure if he knows that.

He moans, but much to my displeasure, he’s pulling away too soon. “We should have sex,” he says for the second time this week.

I almost choke on my breath. I hesitate before answering. “We do have sex, West.”

He opens his mouth to argue with me, so I cut him off with another kiss. It’s easy enough to distract him, even if that makes me feel like shit to say. Gripping a handful of his hair, I pull his head back and work my way down his jaw and throat with sloppy kisses.

His raspy groan has me smiling against his skin. I sink to my knees in front of him and brace my hands on his knees. He drags in a quick breath, the muscles under my fingers twitching.

“Let’s celebrate that midterm, yeah?” I ask. His throat bobs as he nods. I keep my eyes locked on his as I work the button of his jeans open. When his hard cock springs free, I drop my eyes to it. There’s already a bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip, so I lick it off. He whimpers and yeah, I’m a fan of that. Big fan. I drag the flat of my tongue along the underside of his head. His hips jerk up as another small whine falls from his lips .

I’m doing my level best to not be smug, but really? I so am. “Baby,” he moans, rocking his hips and making his cock bump against my lower lip. “I thought this was supposed to be a celebration. Why are you teasing me?”

If he thinks this is teasing, I’m not sure what to tell him. I bat my eyelashes at him. “I didn’t know you required instant gratification.”

He attempts to scowl at me, but it honestly just makes him look adorable. This is s upposed to be a celebration, though, he’s right. So I close my lips around his cock and sink down, working him into my throat until I have my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes.

“Holy shit, Darce. I—shit. Fuck. Still don’t know how you do that.”

If I didn’t have a mouth full of cock, I’d probably be grinning. As it stands, I swallow, making my throat constrict around him. He chokes on a breath, tangling his fingers in my hair. I breathe deeply through my nose and pull almost all the way off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head before swallowing him down again.

His body twitches, another rough sound tearing through him. If he gets much louder, Park and Ben are going to hear us. Not sure that I really care about that. His hips jerk, pushing his cock deeper, his fingers flexing in my hair. Yeah, no. I definitely don’t care about that.

I moan around him, bobbing my head. It’s easy to tell he’s working incredibly hard to keep himself from getting loud, and the half-bitten off groans and whimpers are so hot they have my cock aching. We are for sure doing this again when we have more privacy.

Within minutes, he’s chanting my name under his breath. Judging by the way his cock is pulsing and the taste of his pre-cum at the back of my tongue, he’s close. His breath catches when I hum. His hips buck one more time and he’s pulling frantically at my hair. “Coming. Oh, comingcomingcoming . ”

I pull off his cock far enough that when the first jet of cum shoots out, it lands on my tongue. I swallow quickly, trying to keep up while he thrusts and spills down my throat. I keep going long past what is probably comfortable and when his sounds shift from enjoyment to slight pain, I let his soft cock fall from my lips. Sitting back on my heels, I stare up at him, unable to stop myself from smiling at the way his chest is heaving and his cheeks are flushed.

“How?” he asks again, narrowing his eyes in mock-suspicion.

“Practice,” I say, shaking my head in amusement when he pouts.

“Nope. Don’t need to hear about your practice.”

I laugh. “Come on. We probably missed kick-off.” Plus, there’s no way we aren’t going to get crap from Park and Ben. Oh well. Worth it.

Once West has his dick tucked away, he side-eyes me. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You didn’t get off.”

“I’m fine. It was your celebration, not mine. Besides, I enjoyed it plenty.”

“But…” West’s voice trails off as he turns pleading eyes on me.

Lord almighty. “If it means that much to you, you can return the favor after the game. Come on. I’m serious. I don’t want to miss any of it.”

West follows me out of the room, grumbling complaints about me caring more about football than him under his breath.