Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)
Chapter 72
Chapter 72
4: Stella.
I'm in the front row of my political science class, head bowed forward so I can create a little world of my own inside the safety of my hair. It shields me from the rest of the class and stops me from getting too overwhelmed by the sheer number of people surrounding me. If I think about it too much, my stomach will pitch and I won't be able to concentrate on a single word the professor is saying. Although this morning, it's difficult to concentrate no matter what, isn't it?
What happened last night?
Humiliation is a rotating ball of fire in my belly. I can't believe...so many things.
Where do I start?
One, after doing some Googling while waiting for class to start, I found out how weird it is to orgasm so quickly and without any stimulation between my legs. I'm a freak. A total freak. The star of the football team breathed on me and I basically acted like I was possessed.
As if that wasn't bad enough, I fell asleep.
He brought me home for sex, obviously. He's a virile athlete and he was erect -II felt it—and I was too exhausted from being touched, from the rush of exhilaration and pleasure, to even keep my eyes open. God, he must have been disappointed. He brought home a dud. A dud given to bouts of narcolepsy.
My face is crawling with fire ants. I sink lower into my seat. Tug down my skirt to cover my knees, because I can tell they're pink, as well. I'm flushed everywhere. Not only from the memory of him looking at my breasts. Licking them. No, the memory of him holding me as I slept is enough to make me achy and restless. I've never been held before. Not like that. Not so tightly, every inch of me fitted to hard male muscle. Not to mention that big, stiff part of him that was wedged between my butt cheeks when I woke up.
Did he really want to put it inside of me?
Like, all of it?
I'm ripped from my ongoing worries when everyone around me breaks into hoots and whistles and applause. What's going on?
I glance up and find my political science professor looking reluctantly amused, his gaze fastened to the entrance. Carefully, I push aside some of my hair so I can figure out what is causing the commotion.
My breath is swiped clean out of my lungs when I see Gage leaning against the wall, just inside the door of my lecture hall. Arms crossed, stance cocky.
He looks like the cover of those Sports Illustrated magazines I see sometimes at the drugstore. Everyone is going wild, pounding their desks and chanting his name, reciting some football cheer I've never heard. He salutes the admiring crowd and they go absolutely wild. Girls are screaming and fanning themselves. A group of guys are trying to start a wave. But Gage...
His attention is zeroed in on me.
I attempt to breathe, but I can't. My nipples bead inside my big, loose button- down shirt-a hand-me-down from one of the smaller priests at the monastery. Fists pound the desks behind me, matching the rapid beats of my heart.
Oh God.
if he's here to make fun of me?
he carried across campus last night, completely
instead of giving it to him. On top of that, I had the nerve to leave him a note. Hope I see you later. He probably thinks I'm
professor, signaling for the class to quiet down. "To what do we owe the honor of your
wets his bottom lip, those eyes never leaving me once. "Just here to pick up my girl," he explains in that deep, rich voice. "We have
of denial rising up around me. In the matter of a split second, I'm the center of attention. People are speculating on my name, they're judging my attire and asking where I came from.
of black Nike running shoes appear in front of
is dead silent
"Ready to go, honey?"
the
my professor. "We're in the middle
man, holding his hand out to me. When I say that my body gravitates toward him like the ocean to the shore, it's
of hair and his intensity sinks into me, hot and deep,
savior. It's what my heart and body and mind, maybe even my soul, insisted on calling him last night. I'm right back there now, getting lost in the burn of his light
"Stella," he says.
hand locked inside his much larger one. He picks up
burns at the attention and I have the impulse to bury my face in
if Gage can read my mind, he hauls me into his side, using his
But it's too late for that, isn't it? I've just walked
with the campus hero. Farewell
doing?" I whisper, once we're in
beat, that square jaw
wall, his hard body pressing me
he's holding are dropped to the ground and he moans, dipping his hips and rocking
hard for you,
I know...you probably...I didn't mean to
gaze pins me sharply.
kind of an, um...unspoken understanding that we're
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