Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
Ruby
College Lesson #4: Frat guys suck.
M y heart melts as soon as I see him. His big smile lighting up his face. A giant bouquet of roses in his hand. He even wore my favorite black shirt. The one that hugs his muscles perfectly. My stomach flutters wildly as I practically run and jump into his arms.
Our mouths come crashing together and everything is forgotten. The thousands of travelers fade into the background as our tongues reunite. It's been two and a half months, and the absence is definitely felt between my legs. When someone comments for us to get a room, Chase finally puts me down.
"Sorry," he smiles down at me. "I couldn't help myself."
"I missed you." I snuggle in closer, feeling his hard shaft pressing into my hip.
"Do you have any bags, baby?" His voice is breathless, his eyes as dark as a night sky.
"No, I just have my carry-on. We can go."
I'm suddenly upended, tossed over his shoulder with one hand while his other grabs the roses and my bag. I'm sure people are looking at us, but the only thing I'm looking at is his fine, round glutes, which are being hugged by a set of gray jogging pants. Which means he has no boxers on underneath. He places me down when we're at his truck.
"Give me one more for the road, babe."
He slowly descends, torturing me with anticipation. The smooth collision, sweeping me up into my obsession. I'm lost to his taste. His touch. My body a puddle of liquid heat. Then he's gone. Lifting me up and placing me right inside his truck. "We can't check into the hotel until after three, so I'm taking you back to the frat house until it's time." Just as long as I get to be alone with him, I don't care where he takes me. "Damn, baby." He stares up at me. "You keep getting prettier and prettier."
"And you"—I lean out of the truck, wrapping my arms around his neck—"are such a tease. Now, take me back to your place, Chase. I have a surprise for you."
That gets him moving. He shuts my door and runs around to his side, driving faster than the legal speed limit back to the frat house. We come to a stoplight, and I lean over and snuggle into him, breathing in his sexy rugged scent. He wore my favorite cologne too. I think I'm going to buy myself a bottle of it so I can spray it all over my sheets when I get back home.
For the first time in months, I feel settled. It's felt like I've been suffering from a permanent case of homesickness, but my stomach is finally off the hook. At least, for a couple days.
"I missed you so much, baby." He locks his fingers around mine, kissing our joined hands before he's driving again.
"I missed you, too, Chase. Does it ever get easier?"
"It will once football season is over. I'll be able to come see you every weekend."
That means I just have to get to winter break and then my loneliness will be over.
"Promise me that you'll let me help pay for the tickets."
He squeezes my hand. "Not a chance, baby."
I knew he'd say that. He wouldn't even let me help pay for the hotel this weekend. I know he's got more than enough money, but I never want him to feel like it's one-sided. Like I'm mooching off him. But maybe…I can repay him in other ways.
"Well, then…" I release my hand from his grip and reach between his legs, giving his hard dick a squeeze through the cotton. "My payment to you will be made with my mouth." He lets out a low groan and I feel his thighs tense under my touch.
"Shit, babe. One squeeze and I'm about to come."
Mmm….I wonder what one kiss will do. I reach inside his pants, moaning when I feel his smooth shaft. It's been way too long. Nights of my fingers trying to fill the void, but not even coming close. The puddle forms between my legs. My memories don't even do him justice. He's thicker than I remember. And longer. I start to lower my head, and he grips my hair.
"What are you doing, Ruby? Baby, I'm on a highway."
"You better put both hands on the steering wheel then."
His hand slowly unlocks from my hair, moving to the steering column, twisting it tighter as I lower right over his cock. The screech of the leather sounds right as I make contact. His heady taste hits my tongue, and my moan rumbles with the sound of his grunt. It's been too long since I've tasted him. Too long since I've felt his power at the back of my throat, fucking me hard, constricting my airways. There's something about the force of his need that drives me crazy.
I swirl my tongue over his little slit, licking up more. It's not enough. I need him to feed me. My lips slide down, taking him deeper. My throat muscles opening in anticipation, ready for the reflexive buck of his hips, his thick cock driving in deep and making my eyes water.
"Baby, fuck." His hand is in my hair again, gripping me tight. Forcing me further down his shaft. "This fucking mouth."
He's trying hard to keep his foot on the gas, trying not to thrust into me. I do it for him. Sliding back up and then all the way back down until my lips are being tickled by his hair. I do it again and again, suctioning tighter, bobbing faster.
"Fuck. Here it comes," he groans. "Open up, baby."
His cum shoots down the back of my throat, and his body spasms under me. I swallow him down, breathing through my nose and savoring the abuse. My body is on fire. My clit already pulsing between my legs. My panties are completely soaked.
He gives my hair a tug, trying to pull me off. I slowly slide back up his shaft, sucking on the end right before I release him. I sit up, licking my lips. When I look out the windshield, I see we're parked on the side of the road. I hadn't even felt us come to a stop. I was too far gone to even notice.
"Damn, baby. I don't know how you do it. Your mouth is so perfect." He pulls me in for a kiss and I can only handle a few seconds before the ache becomes too much.
"Need you to get us to your place, Chase. I need to ride your tongue."
There's determination on his brow as he weaves in and out of traffic, going faster than before.