And just to be clear- that has never happened before.
Ever.
Even though my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders right now, I remember to ask, “Are you on the pill?”
She shakes her head frantically. “No. We need to use a condom.”
My eyes slice from the glistening lips of her pussy, spread so beautifully for me, to those dazed green eyes of her.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Yes, I think that just about sums up the situation perfectly.
“Don’t you have any in your room?”
Now why the hell would I have a stash of condoms here? Quickly I shake my head as I rack my brain for an answer. Because if I don’t come up with one fast, I’m probably going to lose my fucking mind. “I don’t bring girls here.”
Even though this suddenly feels like a dire predicament, a slow smile blooms its way across her flushed face. “I’m the first girl you’ve ever brought here?”
My eyes fasten onto hers. “You’re the only one,” I confirm softly. For so many things, but I don’t add that.
Alright, back to the situation at hand.
Condoms.
Do I have any?
I know there weren’t any in the pockets of my shorts or wallet. I can’t believe I forgot to bring the fucking condoms! Unbelievable. Wait a minute… Truck. I think there might be a few in the glove compartment.
“I, ah, think there are some in the truck. I’ll be right back.”
Before she can even blink her eyes, I’m up and running through the cabin and out the front door. My junk is flopping around but I don’t give a shit. Then I’m racing across the gravel drive (shit- that fucking hurts!), and yanking open the passenger side door before delving into the glove compartment like my goddamn life depends on it.
Three.
I send up a very quick prayer of thanks.
Wrapping my fingers around all three, I race back to the cabin before diving onto the bed, ready to take up the precise position I was in. Which was, in case you forgot, my still throbbing cock poised at the entrance of her gloriously spread pussy. The condoms are still fisted in my hand as if I’m afraid I might lose even one. When I finally meet her eyes again, she looks like she’s just on the cusp of losing it.
“I could hear you swearing a blue streak out there.”
Now that I have her back in my arms and I am absolutely one hundred percent certain this is going to happen, I huff out a relieved breath before my lips start twitching. “Fucking gravel,” I chuckle. “I think there might be a piece embedded in my foot.”
With her eyes clinging to mine, her body begins to shake with silent laughter. I can’t help but follow suit. Jesus Christ. Now we’re both dying. Since the last thing I need to do is stab her with my rock hard cock, I roll off her and onto my back. She immediately curls up into a ball besides me, her body practically convulsing.
It takes a couple of minutes for our laughter to subside. When it finally does, Ivy rolls towards me. She drapes her arm across my abs as her head rests against my chest.
Moments ago, I was so jacked up I thought I was literally going to be a one pump chump. Now, Ivy is wrapped up in my arms, we’re still chuckling about what just happened and I honestly couldn’t feel more content.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
It’s like the King of Campus doesn’t have eyes for anyone other than Ivy Kaster. I guess that old saying is true- when they finally fall, they fall hard… KingOfCampus.com
“Ivy, can you stick around after class for a few minutes?”
Toweling off my face, I give Eric a quick nod. We’ve just spent the last hour and a half learning new chorography. It’s always a challenge, but one I absolutely love. A few girls are trying to convince me to come out with them tonight and see a local band that’s playing near campus, but I can’t. Roan and I are still adding a few finishing touches to our project which is due on Friday.
Once they head out, Eric quickly approaches. “You know how I said I have a friend who’s a choreographer with the Cincinnati Ballet?” He leaves that question hang in the air between us.
My heart stutters for a few beats before rioting almost painfully against my chest. I want to say- yes, of course! But I don’t. I can’t do anything more than stare at him with eyes that feel like they’re going to pop right out of my head.
A small smirk nudges his lips upwards as he holds my gaze. “So…” he finally drawls out, “they’re going to be holding an audition in two weeks. They’ve just lost two dancers to injury from the corps de ballet.” He pauses, allowing the bomb he just dropped to fully sink in before adding, “I think you should go to Cincinnati for the audition, Ivy. This could be the break you’ve been waiting for.”