Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set) (162 page)

He reaches into his bedside drawer. His hand fumbles for something and then emerges holding a small square packet.

He starts to open the condom. I grab it from him before he can.

“Wait,” I say. I take it from him, then lay it down beside us on the bed.

My hands go to his shoulders and run down the length of his sexy body. I shimmy down, kissing him here, biting him there, until my face is level with his cock.

My tongue flicks out, and I lick the tip. He watches me, intensely turned on. So am I. I start swirling my tongue around the head. I pucker my lips and take him inside my mouth, just to the crest. He moans. I lick down along the base, holding him with one hand. Down one side and up the other, all the while staring into his eyes.

Those eyes are clouded with lust. “Ride me,” he rasps.

“Patience,” I croon, and start stroking him gently. My thumb plays with the vein running along the underside. I keep the head in my mouth, bobbing up and down every time my fist slides up along him.

The wet sounds my mouth makes against his dick are so erotic, so alluring. I’m soaking wet. I need him between my legs.

I right myself. I’ve always come best on top, when I can control the motion, when I can roll and move my hips in exactly the way I need for him to hit that perfect spot. The condom is back in my hand, and I roll it over his cock.

His head comes up. His ab muscles strain deliciously to keep him like that. I love that I can see every hard ridge. I love that when I reach down and touch him, I can
feel
every hard ridge.

This isn’t fantasy anymore. Nor is it simple remembrance. I position myself above him, holding him at the entrance. The tip of his dick brushes against my folds. I’m highly sensitive and oh-so-ready. I give a little moan of self-indulgent pleasure, meet his gaze, and ruthlessly sink down on his length.

My eyes go to the back of my head as he fills me. The stretch, the pressure, the tightness all feel like sin. I lower myself all the way, slowly, savoring the initial moment, ignoring any bit of discomfort. The look in his eyes tells me that he cannot wait anymore.

Neither can I. I place both hands on his chest and start to ride.

I gasp each time he fills me, consumed by ecstasy and pleasure. His hands go to my hips and he directs my movements. Together, we ramp up speed, going faster, faster, faster. We lose ourselves in the moment. His breathing becomes hard and heavy as we get closer to our release. My breasts slap against me. He pulls me down to suck roughly on my nipples. I keep pulsing my hips, gasping for air, gasping for
him
. “Oh yes,” I beg. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…!”

Just as I start to glimpse the climax building in the distance, he rips out and pulls me over. Before I know what’s what, he starts fucking me from behind. His hips slam against my ass. I cry out in unabated pleasure.

“Yes, James, YES!”

I’m so close… dear God, I’m so close.

His hand wraps in my hair, and he pulls my head back. That’s exactly the type of dominance I need. I explode on the spot and shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. I cry out for him as my head falls into the pillow. He pulls out, rips the condom off, and comes hard all over my back.

I’m left reeling. He’s left gasping. I’m ready to collapse into the bed, but just before I do, he leans close and whispers in my ear:

“That was spectacular…
lover
.”

12.

I drift off into a languid daydream on the bed. I don’t mean to, but I’m so spent, so satisfied, so very much content that it just happens.

Then the severity of what I just did hits me, and I bolt up with sudden alarm.

I just fucked my professor!

Maybe it’s the alcohol wearing off, or maybe it’s just me coming to my senses, but all I know then is that I need to get away. I can’t stay here, not with him, not overnight, not like this…!

I fling the sheets off and jump out of bed. James, startled by the sudden movement, jerks his head toward me. A flicker of concern shows on his face.

“Where are you going?” he asks. I can
feel
his eyes on my naked body, feel the lust in them, and feel my growing weakness for him.

I need out. Stat.

“Away,” I breathe, and look for something I can wrap around myself while I retrieve my clothes from the other room.

“Away?” He chuckles. “You think you can get away from me? You think that I’m just going to let you go?”

“I don’t know what I think,” I bark. My head is spinning, my mind consumed with images of him, and my body’s still buzzing. I spot his shirt on the ground and make a grab for it. I throw it over my shoulders and rush out of the room.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” James calls. I stop outside the threshold and look back. He’s pushed himself up in bed. His clear, green eyes shine in the night. His hair is all tousled. By the set of his jaw, I can
tell
he’s ready for another fuck.

As am I. God do I want to do it again.

But he can’t know that. He
won’t
know that, because I’ll never tell him. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have given in to my desires.

Oh God, what’s Summer going to think if she finds out?

But that’s just the thing. I don’t intend for her to find out. I don’t intend for
anyone
to find out. Not ever. I’m not going to be seen as just another notch on James’ sizeable belt. In fact, after tonight, I’m cutting things off.

“What?” I say, angry and agitated and on edge all at once. I feel
guilty
, most of all. Guilty for breaking my promise to myself to reform my act. Guilty for sneaking around behind my best friend’s back with a man she has eyes for. Guilty for letting the situation with him deteriorate into… into… well, into
this
.

Casually, he reaches under his pillow. He takes out my phone and dangles it between two fingertips. “This,” he says.

I storm back into the room. “How did you get that?” I snap, snatching it from him. He lets go without a second’s pause.

“Don’t be mad.” He smiles. “It was in the back pocket of your jeans. Don’t think I’d let you leave without it.”

“Why did you even take it?” I demand. I turn it on, quickly swipe past the unlock screen—damn, I should have set a password—and my stomach sinks when I see all the missed texts from Summer.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks. “I didn’t want us to be interrupted.”

“You took my phone!” I check the ringer. “And you set it on silent! You fucking asshole, nothing gives you the right!”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, Celeste.” He shifts higher, and the cover falls to his waist. I force myself
not
to look at his naked body… but it’s damn hard.

One peek, I think. I can indulge in one peek.

But he catches me looking and smiles in a coy, satisfied way. “You like what you see?”

“Don’t change the subject!” I exclaim. “You took my phone without me knowing. Dammit, James, don’t you have any respect for privacy?”

“That’s not what this is about,” he says. He’s cool and level-headed, while I’m freaking out. Seeing him so calm only pisses me off more.

“Then what is it about?” I ask, exasperated. The phone buzzes with another text from Summer. She’s wondering where the hell I am—for the dozenth time.

Sorry, I text back. Phone was on silent. All good. Are you with Mike?

Mike’s a fucking asshole!!! She texts me immediately. I’m waiting for you outside.

Where?

Second level.

K. Be there soon.

I turn the phone off and focus my attention on James.

“Your friend?” he asks.

“Answer the fucking question!” I scream.

“Oh.” He smiles again. “That. Well, you see, Celeste—” He gets out of bed, completely naked, his body glorious in the dim light.

“Don’t
come any closer!” I warn, stopping him mid-track. I cross my arms over my chest and wish his damn shirt were longer. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about his eyes roaming over my bare legs.

He stops and puts both hands up. “Fine,” he agrees. He smirks. “But you know what gives me the right?
Fucking you
gives me the right.”

I snort in disbelief and roll my eyes at him. “Whatever,” I say, turning away. “This was a mistake. And it
won’t
be happening again.”

He catches my hand just as I’m about to cross into the lobby. “No,” he growls. “This
will
be happening again.”

And then he tugs me into him and kisses me once more. I have every intention of resisting… but when his lips meet mine, I melt. I give in to temptation. All the while, a voice at the back of my head keeps screaming,
You’re weak! You’re weak you’re weak you’re weak!

James releases me. He looks me straight in the eyes. “
That
,” he says, “was my second promise to you. We are fucking again. I do not make promises I cannot keep, Celeste.” He pinches my nipple through the clothes. “
Lover
.”

My head’s reeling. I’m angry and giddy all at once. My emotions are all screwed up, and I can’t seem to give myself the space I need to figure it out. I just stand there, sort of dazed, kind of staring at him, impressed and surprised and blown away at his incessant passion.

He turns me around and smacks my ass. “Now go,” he says. “I know your friend is waiting.”

13.

Ten minutes later I’m back out on the rooftop, weaving my way through the crowd. It’s thinner than before, but thankfully, the party hasn’t yet ended. It gives me a plausible excuse for disappearing for so long.

I catch my reflection in the glass just as I’m about to head up the stairs. Jesus Christ. I look freshly fucked. My cheeks are rosy, my lips swollen, my hair a complete mess.

I try to pat it down but it’s an exercise in futility. Thank God it’s dark, at least. Maybe Summer won’t be totally suspicious.

“Hah!” I snort a laugh.
Yeah fucking right
. She’ll know exactly what I’ve been up to the moment she sees me.

Whatever. I can’t very well help it now, can I? I put one hand on the railing and start up the stairs. I have to support myself with each step because my legs are still weak.

But on the second level, I see that I was freaking out for no reason. Summer’s still there by the bar—and she’s completely wasted. There’s a row of empty drinks in front of her. I know that can only signal one thing.

I walk up to her. “Hey,” I say gently.

She looks over and her eyes bulge out. “Ermagawd it’s
you
!” she exclaims. She throws her hands around my neck and sways a little when she lets go. “Where th’hell have you been?” She’s slurring her words. “Bitch.”

“I went to the bathroom… and got kind of lost in the crowd,” I say, making up a paper thin explanation on the spot. “A guy offered to buy me a drink on the way back. I sorta agreed. We started chatting, and I guess I just lost track of time. Sorry.”

“Was he hot, at least?” she wonders. “Was this man hot who you would ditch your friend for? Cause if he wasn’t…” She points a finger at me and sways on the spot. “If he wasn’t, and you left me for some ugly dude… I’m going to be very, very pissy with you, Celeste!”

She tries to sit down, misses the stool, and falls flat on her ass.

“Shit!” I exclaim. I bend down to help, but she swats me away and just laughs.

Sloppily, she picks herself up.

“Jesus, how much have you had to drink?” I ask. I count the empty glasses on the bar.

“Me?” she points at herself. “Barely anything! It’s how much
you
had to drink that should be the questions. Or really, how
little
.” She slaps her hand on the counter, just like a guy, and calls out, “Bartender! More… liquor!”

“No, no, no,” I say, taking her shoulders and turning her away. “You’ve had enough for one night.” I share a sympathetic look with the bartender and assure him, “I’ll take care of her.”

“I can take care of myself!” she protests. She pushes herself off me and takes a few woozy steps ahead. Her heel catches and her ankle twists. She starts to fall. This time, I’m right there to catch her before she does.

“Oh no,” I tell her. “You definitely need me. We’re going home. It’s been a long, long night.”

She mumbles some sort of disagreement under her breath but lets me lead her away without putting up much of a fight.

As we edge our way through the throng of people, I ask Summer, “So, what happened with Mike?”

“A
mega
asshole,” she enunciates. “He wanted me to go back with him to his place, but I said I had to find you, first. Five minutes later? He gets up and leaves! And I saw him eyeballing this other chick the whole time he was talking to me. Guess what he did after he got up? Went to her and started making out! Just like that—“ she snaps her fingers. “—as if I didn’t even exist, as if he wasn’t locking lips with me five minutes earlier.”

“You wouldn’t want to hook up with a guy like that, anyway,” I say. “He sounds nasty. Who knows how many diseases he’s carrying?”

I cringe at my own hypocrisy. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that I kissed a man after he had his mouth on some other woman’s pussy?

Jesus.
I shudder and refuse to think about all the places James’s cock… mouth… hands… have been.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she says. She blows out her cheeks. “Dammit, but he was hot!”

“You’ll be the one laughing in a week or two when his dick falls off after too many careless fucks,” I assure her.

She bursts out laughing.

“Aww, I’ve missed you, honey,” Summer says, and emphasizes the words by throwing her arms around me in a great big hug. I hug her back.

Then, all of a sudden, she pushes off, keels over, and vomits all over the floor.

“Shit,” she mutters. “S—sorry.”

“You okay?”

“Ugh. Um. Yeah.” She wipes her mouth. “Gross. But look!” she points at my heels. “Nothing on your pretty shoes!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I say, patting her back. “Come on. Now it’s
really
time to get you home.”

***

Summer spends the whole night barfing. I barely sleep.