Page 43 of Of Course, Cutie
Basketball Jersey groaned and rubbed his chiseled jaw. “Of course you have a boyfriend. Could have told me that on Halloween.” He rolled his eyes and turned away from me. “Didn’t have to give me a fake name.”
“I didn’t have the boyfriend then.” I traced the Guns N’ Roses logo on my notebook with my pointer finger.
Basketball Jersey leaned forward. “That’s a cool notebook. Where’d you get it?”
“My boyfriend.”
“Let me see.” He reached out and snatched it off my desk like a child. Basketball Jersey grinned at me and flipped it open.
I glared at him. “That’s private. Give it back.”
He laughed. “Are there love poems for your boyfriend in here? Maybe a story about the night you meant an awesome guy named Simon?”
The first few pages were empty. I wrote my thoughts about love and sex on a random page in the middle, where no one would think to look. I blinked at Basketball Jersey. “Who’s Simon?”
He gave me a sour, childish look. “Me. Damn. You’re cold. You don’t even remember my name.” Simon tossed the notebook back on my desk and turned away, sulking. Wow. And to think I could have had sex with someone like him! The thrill.
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I headed to Burke’s apartment right after class since he didn’t have to be at the bar until 4 pm on Tuesdays. He wasn’t expecting me, and I didn’t call, but he’d be happy to see me, right?
He answered the door shirtless in a pair of gray sweatpants. Good god, he was a sexy, impressive fucking man. Burke didn’t smile, and for a second, I thought he was angry. But then he growled, “Get your ass in here.”
I obeyed.
Burke closed the door behind me, slid both hands around my neck, and pressed his lips to my ear. “Take your clothes off. Now.” He took my mouth in a rough hungry kiss. “I haven’t fucked you in a few days, cutie. Don’t ever make me wait that long again.”
I gasped when his hands slid up the front of my shirt. “Mmm…” I bit my lip. “I won’t.”
“Why the hell are your clothes still on. I thought I told you to take them off. Are you trying to make me angry? Do you want me to get rough?”
Burke’s hands slid into my bra, and I moaned and closed my eyes. “Yes.”
He took my face in both hands and slid one into my hair, tugging my head back. “Look at me, Charlie.” I opened my eyes and met Burke’s burning gaze. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk after. Would you like that, cutie? Can you handle that?”
My panties were soaked— like not just damp— ruined. My breathing was heavy, and another moan escaped my lips. “Yes, Burke,” I almost whispered.
He slid his hands down my back and pulled my body against his. I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach. I wanted to feel it inside of me. “Say it a little louder for me, cutie.” His low voice right in my ear sent chills scattering down my spine and butterflies rushing through my stomach.
I grabbed his face with both hands and roughly yanked it down to make him look into my eyes. “Yes, Burke. Fuck me until I can’t walk.” My voice sounded low and husky like it belonged to a stranger.
Burked groaned and caught my mouth in another rough kiss before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to his bed. He had my clothes off in thirty seconds flat, then he flipped me over and yanked my hips up like I was a rag doll. I moaned and sank my teeth into his pillow.
He gripped my hips and pressed his hard cock against my ass. Burke wasn’t wearing a condom yet when he slid into me the first time, and suddenly I knew why other methods of birth control existed. Bare felt so much more intimate.
Burke released my hips for a split second to retrieve a condom, then pushed himself back inside of me, harder this time. One of his hands gripped my hips, and the other wrapped around me and located my clit. He rubbed gently as he thrust into me. After a moment, his thrusts grew harder and faster.
Fuck yes. He let go of his control a little bit more every time, and it was sexy as hell. Burke’s fingers dug into my hips, and he drove so deep into me that I almost saw stars when I closed my eyes. “Oh, god! Burke!” I moaned. It felt so fucking good that I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. It wasn’t like, orgasm good. It was like the feeling of being desired, consumed, and completely used up by the man I loved.
Because I loved Burke. I fucking loved him. The thought terrified and excited me at the same time.
He came and then collapsed on the bed. “Fuuuuck, Charlie. You feel so good.” Burke’s breathing was heavy, and sweat glistened on his chest.
As we lay beside each other, panting, I glanced over at him and said, “That was so hot! Shit, I like it rough. Your ex-wife is fucking crazy, Burke. How in the hell could she go looking for other dick when she was getting this?” I laughed and stared up at the ceiling.
Burke let out a deep breath and tugged me into his arms. “She wasn’t getting this, not even close. You’re the only one that brings this out in me, cutie.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I don’t believe that. You are like all sexy, badass man. If that dick comes out, some lucky girl is going for the ride of her life.”