Campus King | 18+

Chapter One

Tristan

"I can't wait to suck your cock. I bet it's soooo big."

Damn.

I raised a brow at the brazenness of the blonde bombshell next to me. Someone's daddy didn't raise them right — or maybe he did.

With a small, self-satisfied smile — one I recognized as a victory smirk — she boldly placed her hand on my thigh, long pink nails grazing the skin above my knee. Her nails were insanely long and impractical, but they'd look hot wrapped around my dick.

The last couple of weeks certainly gave me added incentive to accept her offer. There was nothing like spending time in a camp full of men to make you miss the touch of a woman, even when she was coming onto you harder than a Jehovah's Witness.

Not going to lie, I was intrigued. Yeah, she was a little forward but that told me all I needed to know — she was down to fuck wherever and whenever. And she'd probably be fine when I didn't call her back the next day. She was also hot enough for me to look past her brazenness. Huge tits and pouty lips. I was actually surprised I hadn't hit that before.

Wait. Maybe I have.

I tilted my head and looked her over for anything remotely recognizable, but I came up with too many familiar traits.

Okay, so maybe I have a type. And maybe I've fucked a lot of girls who look like her and I can't tell them apart anymore — but in my defense, they all start to blur together when you've had as many women as I have approach you.

Sitting low in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest and legs spread wide, I followed the movements of her hand. Yeah, I was being a douche by manspreading, but my balls needed to breathe. No way was I sitting on this tiny, squeaky chair for close to an hour with my boys unhappy. Though, it seemed like they were gonna get a whole lot happier soon...

Dragging my gaze off her hand, I checked to make sure the professor hadn't caught on to what was happening at the back of his classroom. But the old guy was engrossed in his lesson, reading off the projector about T-cell receptors and immune responses. Yawn. The blonde was much more interesting.

The corner of my lips tipped up as her fingers slowly inched up my thigh, tracing the muscles until she reached the edge of my shorts. She rubbed the fabric between her fingers while her knuckles brushed against my leg hair.

The girl — I didn't even know her name yet — leaned closer, her minty breath brushing against my jaw. I pushed back the unease her sudden proximity brought and grinned at her instead. She took it as encouragement and returned the smile with hooded eyes, looking down at my lips with a hungry gaze. Then, she deliberately nibbled on her lower lip, knowing exactly where my gaze would land, prompting my dick to give an interested twitch in my pants. Yeah, they'd make nice cushions for him.