Chapter 4 : Julian Mason

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"We've got to stop meeting like this."

Oh, how I wanted to smack that smirk from his goddamn face.

I was having such a peaceful morning up until this moment. This current moment of my body being pressed against Nolan Daniels'. In any other circumstances, I wouldn't be so upset. Who wouldn't want to be stuck in this position? Body pressed tightly against rock hard muscle with a pair of gray eyes boring down on you. I could definitely appreciate it, doesn't mean I will admit to that though.

It was still early morning and I had been making my way to my first class, marching up the stairs when my foot got caught on a step and I was suddenly weightless, about to go falling backwards. And an arm was the only thing between me and a broken neck. And attached to said arm of pure muscle, was Nolan Daniels and his stupid smirk.

An image of me licking at that smirk suddenly flitted through my mind, but I stomped on the thought before it could itch at my actions.

I pushed hard against his chest, trying to make him let go of me, but it only resulted in me to teeter backwards again. He stubbornly hadn't let go of me, only pulling me even closer to himself, our chests pressing together. He was rock solid underneath my hands, now on his pecs. To feel his body against mine like that was starting to make my mouth water. My body was betraying the screams in my mind to get away from him by heating up, blood rushing to the wrong places between my legs. I wondered if he was feeling the same heat in his body. I wanted him to feel the same heat. And I wanted to be the one to cause that heat.

"Let me go," I managed to breathe out. It was a bad idea to look up at him. I knew that, and had been avoiding doing so, but I couldn't help it. Not when I could feel his gaze drilling holes into me.

I regretted looking up at him immediately. His gray eyes were dark, lids lowered in a hungry gaze, his chin tilted down to add more to the affect. The arm around my waist tightened a big, his hand moving to clasp at the dip in my lower back while the other tried not to squeeze my hip. His eyes dropped lower to stare at my lips, and he stupidly licked his own, his tongue darting across his lower lip before swooping across his top one. I tried not to groan, I really did. But in my efforts to try not to make any noises, I think a little whimper escaped me instead. And I thought Nolan was really going to lose it. Because the man growled, his chest vibrating and shaking under my touch.

Was this part of our little game? Was I allowed to imagine him taking me right here, on the stairs in this public space? It certainly wasn't appropriate, both my fantasies of me draped over the railing while he pounded into me and the way we were practically eye fucking each other right now.

It took everything I had to step away, to take my hands off of his chest, and to ban most dirty thoughts from my mind. It was too hard to get rid of them all, persistent fuckers.

I couldn't let myself get carried away, I reminded myself. This is just a game. A game I was going to win. I had to. But I couldn't get ahead of myself. The point was to get Nolan so riled up that... that what? What was my endgame here? What outcome was I looking for? Get Nolan so riled up he's fuck me until I could never walk again? No, I couldn't have sex with Nolan. I could imagine and fantasize about it all I wanted...maybe even jerk off to those fantasies at times, but I couldn't actually be with him, not like that.

It's just a game. But maybe I should have thought this through. How could I start something I didn't know how to finish? If getting Nolan riled up was the point of the game, what was going to happen to me? I was getting myself into a tizzy along with Nolan. And then something we might both regret is going to happen.

Maybe I should go out this weekend. Go to the bar or something. Find someone and get a good lay in. Maybe that's it. I'm just deprived of sex is all. When was the last time I had sex? It's been awhile, hasn't it. At least it's been awhile since I was pleasured to all of my...tastes.

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