Chapter 13 #2
“Restraint, Miss Price,” he reminded me, quickly cupping my chin before dropping his hand. I knew that he was keenly aware of any potential pair of prying eyes. Anything could end up going back to Halliwell, especially given recent campus events.
But this was still innocuous. At least for now.
“My car. Wait until everyone else is gone,” he said. “I’m parked near the entrance, on the left side. You won’t miss it.”
I nodded, then turned back to finish helping with the last of the loading up. By the time we were finally done, and I’d agreed to meet up with friends for a celebration party at a nearby bar in an hour, I was speedwalking to the now-familiar Volvo.
The field was completely empty save a few groundskeepers and I doubted they were the sort to either notice or care about whatever was going to happen in Ronan’s car.
“I have a few minutes free. Then I need to get to my dorm to clean up before I meet my friends,” I announced as I slid into the passenger seat. So many familiar scenarios today, and yet the energy felt different.
Ronan grinned at me.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“Such a gentleman, giving me the choice,” I commented. But there was something I had in mind that I didn’t have a chance to do yet. “I want to taste you.”
He looked briefly surprised but not opposed to the idea at all. “That’s what you want?”
“Yes,” I said, leaning over to undo the button of his pants. “I’ve been thinking about this since you fucked me in this car that night outside the bar.”
“What happened to you, Miss Price?” he chuckled. “Such a filthy mouth.”
He was already hard, his erection springing free from the confines of his clothing. He put a hand to the side of my neck, and rubbed a thumb over my lips. I pressed a kiss to his finger before I leaned down to his lap.
I had a brief moment of admiring his cock before I took it in one hand and dragged my flat tongue from the base to the tip. Ronan hissed in pleasure, leaning his head against the backrest.
I hadn’t had many practical test partners for this. But I’d done my share of theory.
I teased him for as long as we both could stand, savoring the salty, masculine taste of him. His hand fisted in my hair, and I felt myself get wet when he began to gently move my head in time to his easy thrusts.
I popped off his dick with an obscene sound, rubbing my thumb across the head. He was breathing heavily, but unlike Lucas, Ronan saved his vocal repertoire for dirty talking. Besides a few groans here and there, it was his body language that gave him away.
The reluctant but helpless squirming.
“You like being in control, don’t you?” I asked him. I swiped across the slit at the very tip and his hips lurched. He laughed in disbelief, dragging a hand down his face.
“I have my preferences,” he said. “But I’m flexible. And right now, I just want you to get me off, baby. When we have more time one of these days… I plan on showing you exactly how I want you.”
That I could do.
I took him in my mouth again, recalling the things I learned from books and articles and videos. Following his lead and reading his body the way he’d read mine, ever eager in the way of new lovers exploring uncharted territory.
And even though I could tell that he was holding himself back, it was very clear that he was trying hard not to grab my head and face-fuck me as he held my hair and thrust into my mouth.
“One of these days,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. His hand came to my throat, fingers gently resting there. “One day I’m going to train this throat of yours until it becomes second nature to take my cock.”
I moaned, rubbing my thighs together.
“You like the sound of that, huh?” he asked, a hand coming around my body to grab my ass. “Oh, June, the things I’m going to teach you.”
I swirled my tongue on the underside of his cock, and when I found a particular pattern that had the grip he had on my ass tighten to the point of pain, I knew I was close to the finish line.
He came with a loud groan of my name, his head thrown back in bliss as I wrung him dry. I waited until he was completely spent and useless before I pulled my mouth off him.
“That okay?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
For all the bravado I’d showcased earlier, I was suddenly self-conscious of my performance.
Ronan grabbed my face and kissed me passionately.
I marveled at the fact he was tasting his own cum, seemingly not averse to it whereas most guys seemed to balk at the very idea.
I thought it was hot as hell.
“Perfect,” he replied. “Now tell me when I get to have my turn?”
It was my turn to smirk at him. “Not today. Think you could drop me off at the dorms so I can get ready?”
Conflict played on his face but he eventually agreed and I just knew that he was going to make it a goal of his to ensure we got even. I owed Lucas… Ronan owed me… oddly, it just felt right. Like pieces of a puzzle falling into place, or a series of cogs beginning to slot in together.
And as I was on my way to the dorm room, one more piece presented itself. Oren, on an evening stroll through campus. When he saw me, his face broke into a big smile.
“I was hoping I’d get to congratulate you in person,” he told me. I was beginning to understand how each of the three of them preferred to engage with me, the degrees of comfort they had with speaking with me in public.
But so far, I’d only known how Lucas and Ronan behaved behind closed doors. Oren was still a mystery I was intent on solving.
“Thank you,” I replied, returning his smile. Then I decided to take one final leap. This was the last cog in the machine, the last puzzle piece of my heart I wanted to pursue. “I actually meant to speak to you as well. I think I want to take the offer to meet with your friend.”
Even in the encroaching darkness, I could see his eyes light up. “Miss Price, that’s fantastic! I’ll let them know you’re still interested in the lunch date.”
“On one condition and one condition only.”
Oren hesitated, his smile faltering a little in surprise. “Oh?”
“You coach me.”
The ultimatum hung heavy in the air, dappled with more than just the professional meaning. Oren caught it, sharp as ever. And when he smiled this time, it was a far cry from the usual soft ones he usually gave me.
“I’d love to, Miss Price.”