Page 72 of Palm South University: Season 2
“I want you so bad,” I whisper, palming my breasts and imagining his hands on me, instead. Each time he strokes, he grows harder, longer, thicker, his fist opening around his shaft as his thumb grazes the tip. I drop to my knees in front of the phone and insert two fingers between my lips, eyes on the lens as I suck my own flesh. Jarrett groans, flipping the camera and adjusting his phone so that I have the most glorious view — his hard cock in his hand, his slick abs and chest, his bottom lip pinned between his teeth as he strokes and watches me.
“Take those wet fingers and fuck yourself with them,” he demands, his forearm muscles flexing under the tattooed skin. Grabbing my phone, I lean back against the door and spread my legs wide, taking my time dragging the lens down my body until it lands between my legs. Slowly, my eyes still on his dick, I spread my lips and slide one finger inside, my head falling back at the sensation.
“Oh fuck,” Jarrett breathes. “You’re always so tight.”
“You’re always too big,” I moan, dipping another finger inside as Jarrett quickens his pace.
“I want to bury my face in that pussy,” he husks and the filth turns me on. I let my legs fall open wider, moving up to circle my clit before plunging my fingers back inside. “Taste yourself.”
I pull my fingers out and slowly trail them up my stomach, pausing to work my nipples between the slick tips before sliding them in my mouth. Jarrett groans and the guttural noise sends a jolt through me. I’m so fucking hot it’s uncomfortable. Squirming, I bite my lip and fuck myself with my fingers again, this time steadying my rhythm, reaching for the orgasm I feel mounting.
“Do you even know how sexy you are?” Jarrett asks, his voice raspy as he pumps. When his hand rolls over the tip of his cock it grazes the abs just above his naval. His every inch is on full display, and all I want is him inside me right now. “You make me so weak, Jess. So fucking weak.”
I try so hard to stay quiet, but I know Ashlei must hear my screams as I tumble over the edge, pulling my fingers out to circle my clit and lengthen the ride. Jarrett comes with me, flexing his hips into his hand one last time before grunting out his release. I never thought it would be so seductive to watch him shudder and hear him moan my name as he busts on his abs. I keep my eyes glued on the screen, fascinated, feeling powerful and sexy as hell.
Our breaths are both loud, our limbs weak as we clean up. Jarrett brings the screen to his face, biting his lip. “Hurry home tomorrow.”
“Cancel all your plans until Monday.”
He chuckles, his eyes low and sedated. “Have fun tonight.”
I blow him a kiss and end the call, staring at all my clothes on the floor and laughing to myself.Did I just video sex my boyfriend in a bathroom?
Oh my God, did I just call him my boyfriend?
Shaking my head, I quickly dress and burst through the bathroom door, ready to storm upstairs and drag Ashlei down to Duval Street. Instead, I find a sticky note on my purse.
Left without you. Didn’t want to interrupt. ;) – Lei
“That little bitch,” I whisper with a laugh, wondering if she’s still mad at me. I hate fighting with her, and now that I’ve worked off some tension, I realize I was a little harsh upstairs. Locking up behind me, I scamper down to the street and flag down the first cab I see to shuttle me down to the bars. I’ll make it up to Ashlei tonight. Ourlastnight. Spring Break is almost over.
My phone pings and when I slide the screen, a full photo of Jarrett in just his board shorts pops up. He’s holding the phone to show his reflection in the mirror and my eyes stick hard on the area where his lower abs meet his hip flexors, forming that glorious V.
– A little something to get you through the night. –
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, shaking my head before tucking my phone away. For once, I can’t wait to get back to campus.