His Little Secret by Aubree Valentine
Chapter Three
Keegan
Can I just go ahead and plead insanity right now?
I’m waiting outside my apartment building for Brooke to show up because my roommate is home and while I highly doubt that Lawson gives too shits what I’m up to or that Brooke is a student – since he doesn’t even attend Thackery, I still don’t want to introduce her to him…yet.
I like the idea of keeping her to myself for a while.
Walking down the street toward me, her whole face lights up when she spots me. She’s ten minutes early, I like that. It’s a small sign that she’s just as eager as me for this date.
“Hi,” she blushes.
“How are you feeling?” I can’t help but tease. I knew she wasn’t sick all along. If she did feel like crap, it was my fault and not a stomach bug or migraine.
“Much better now that we’ve talked,” she winks at me.
Spinning my keys around my finger, I nod. “Should we get going then? There’s this awesome Italian place about thirty minutes from here that makes the best lasagna and pasta dishes. Do you like Italian?”
“Mm. I haven’t pasta in a long time.”
“Then Pasta Palace it is.” I take her hand in mine and guide her to my old Honda Civic. Poor Civy has seen better days, but she still runs like a beauty and has been good to me. I already dread the day that it’s finally time to trade her in.
“Please tell me your car won’t sound like a lawnmower when you fire it up,” Brooke smirks at me.
“She better not. Civy purrs more like a kitten, but only if you’re nice to her.”
“Civy? You named your car?”
“Yes. I named her. She has feelings, you know.”
Brooke shakes her head. “You’re so unexpected, Keegan Fuller.”
“The very same could be said about you.”
The car ride to Pasta Palace is uneventful. There’s no awkward silences and we manage to learn a lot about each other when we end up stuck in traffic for twenty minutes.
“Guess it’s a good thing I don’t have any classes tomorrow,” Brooke teases.
“I forgot about Friday night traffic. I’m sorry.”
“It’s no biggie. Just means I get to spend more time with you.”
I can’t fight the goofy grin on my face.
When we finally get to Pasta Palace, the sign on the door says CLOSED in big bold letters. I curse under my breath and wonder if this is a sign from the universe that we really should not be doing this.
“I saw a steakhouse back that way about a mile. You’re not vegan, are you?” Brooke says with her arm wrapped around mine.
“Vegan,” I shudder. “Hell no. No offense to anyone that is, but I don’t think I can live without meat in my life.”
“Same here! So why don’t we just go there instead? If cost is an issue, we can always split the check. Or there’s a Chipotle nearby too. I’m always up for Mexican.”
Her roll with the punches attitude is refreshing.
“Either one works for me. As long as we’re clear that you’re not paying for your dinner,” I instinctively kiss her forehead.
Brooke freezes and looks up at me.
“Did I do something?”
She shakes her head. “Do it again. This time right here,” she points to her lips.
Well, if she insists.
I lean down and press a kiss to her lips.
And that is how we end up making out like a bunch of horny teenagers in the backseat of my car in the parking lot of Pasta Palace. The dress that Brooke is wearing is perfect for me to slip my hand underneath and stroke her heat. Feeling her grinding against my hand is almost enough to make my come in my pants. Thank goodness I’ve had plenty of practice on holding out.
“Keegan,” she pants as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
Brooke’s fingers dig into my scalp.
“You’re so hot when you’re coming undone,” I tell her.
“Ohhhhh,” she moans and buries her head in my shoulder. “Oh God,” the groan rolls off her lips.
I kiss the side of her neck gently and stroke her back as she regains her composure.
“You’re not going to push me out of the car or tell me that you should take me home now, are you?” She teases with a playful smile when all her senses return.
I’m clearly going to be paying for that faux pas for a while. “Wouldn’t dream of it. “
Brooke reaches for my belt buckle. “Good, because I’ve been dying to do this.”
I put a hand on top of hers to stop her. “Not here. Not when I can’t fuck you properly when you’re done.”
“But you’re…”
“Hard as a rock. I know. I’ll deal.”
“Could we maybe skip dinner and go back to your place? Grab a pizza on the way or something?”
I quirk a brow. “You good with that?”
“Hell yes.”
“Back to my place it is then.”
Hopefully Lawson will be locked in his room with his latest conquest or out at a party somewhere. A guy can hope anyway.
By the time we get back to my apartment, all the lights are off which means Lawson isn’t home. Thank fuck.
“No roommate again tonight?”
“Lawson’s a bit of a party boy. He’ll probably roll in around four in the morning with a random woman on his arms and then I won’t see or hear from him again until around noon or later.”
“He sounds charming,” Brooke snarks.
“He pays his bills and cleans up after himself. I can’t complain.” I tell her before I scoop her up in my arms and carry her down the hall. “I don’t really want to talk about him anyway.”
“Oh?”
“Hm. I can think of other ways to occupy my mouth.” Putting my money where my mouth is, I pull her dress over her head.
“Your turn,” she purrs and slides the gray Henley I’m wearing up my chest. In one swift movement, I tug it over the back of my head and toss it to the floor.
“Loose the bra,” I command.
Brooke shakes her head with a firm no. “You’re still overdressed. Drop the pants.”
The power play between us turns me on even more. “Who’s in charge here, Brooke?”
“Depends. Are you taking off the pants or do I need to take matters into my own hands?”
Fuck. Maybe I should let her have at it. I’ve gotten a glimpse of Brooke in charge back when she came on to me in my office. Brooke at her full potential could be mind blowing.
Raising my hands up over my head, I grin. “Do your worst.”
And she does.
Brooke unfastens my belt and yanks it through the belt loops, letting it drop to the floor with a clank. Then she pops the buttons on my jeans and slides down the zipper. The look of shock on her face when my cock springs free from behind the denim amuses me.
“Have you been walking around like this, all day?” she asks.
“Fuck no. I changed after class.” I’m not about to tell her that I’m free balling because I’m out of clean boxers.
“Hm. I like it, either way,” she replies before licking the tip of my dick.
Keeping my hands behind my head is one hell of a challenge. A challenge that I fail miserably at when she wraps one hand around my cock and sucks me to the back of her throat.
“Dear God, Brooke.” My hands wrap in her hair and guide her up and down my shaft.
When she hums around me, I feel my balls tighten. There’s no way in hell I’m going to last long like this.
“Yes. Just like that baby.”
Brooke sucks a little harder and all I can see as stars.
“Going blow,” I warn and pull her back.
My dick slips from her lips with a pop and my legs begin to shake as her hand still slides up and down. I come with a roar, ropey white liquid splattering her chest.
“That was hot as hell,” Brooke says with a satisfied smile.
“Get on the bed, I’m going to get a rag to clean you up,” I tell her, praying my legs will still carry me.
When I come back from the bathroom, Brooke is completely naked and spread eagle on my bed.
The head between my legs lets me know that he’s more than ready to go again as I crawl between her legs and wipe my cum from her chest. Once I’ve cleaned the sticky mess off her, I lean to the side and pull a condom from my nightstand.
I roll the latex down my shaft then bury myself in her wet pussy before making love to her until the sun comes up.
As she drifts to sleep in my arms, she lets out a giggle and reminds me that we never picked up the pizza we ordered. So much for first dates.