Curiosity

Zoey has hated Connor since they were in junior high. So she can't understand why, during the middle of their freshman year in college, she's suddenly struck with a curiosity about his body. An attraction she can't ignore. Determined to get over it in the only way she knows how, she propositions him, certain that one taste of him between her lips will be enough to stop this desire in its tracks. But it doesn't work that way. And now she's not the only one who's curious. Now Connor intends to have her. Preferably bare and unprotected...

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“Repeat what you just said.”

I sensed that Connor was smirking at me. I could hear it in his voice, even if I could no longer bring myself to look him in the eye. “I asked if you would let me suck your cock.”

“Why, Zoey, I had no idea you felt that way about me.”

I stiffened when he placed his fingers under my chin, lifting my face so that I could not avoid his gaze. “Feeling has nothing to do with it.”

His laugh had little to no amusement. “Then why?”

“Curiosity.” I don’t know what had gotten into me. I didn’t like this guy. I’d never liked this guy, ever since we’d first met back in junior high. Yet here we were, in our freshman year of college, and I’d been struck with an unexplainable craving for his cock that I had been unable to shake for months. “I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t want to be thinking about your dick all the time, and I figure if I do this once, that will be enough to make me not want it again.”

“Hardly flattering, sweetheart.”

I winced at the endearment. “I didn’t mean it to be.”

“I’ll admit I’m a little curious too.”

“What?”

“I want to know what you look like on your knees in front of me. Right. Now.”

“Here?” We were in one of the main lecture halls on campus, half-hidden in a stairwell. Though it was late enough in the day for the building to be mostly deserted, that didn’t completely rule out the chance that someone might not wander by and see us. “Seriously?”

“Why not?”

“But…”

He ran his hand over the distended fly. Somehow, it surprised me that he was actually turned on by this. I figured he’d only been mocking me by making the demand, for he’d spent many years teasing me about how ‘unattractive’ he found me.

Or maybe he figured a blow job from anyone, even from me, was better than nothing.

I didn’t know. “Fine,” I said. I got down on my knees and reached for the zipper on his jeans. Tugged it down. “Are you ready?”