Page 46 of Operation: Ogre

But this thing between us was so good that I’d give up my life at Creelin U to keep Chris all to myself. I’d never felt anything like his skin on mine, his warmth snuggled against me, and his breath slowly wafting over me. I continued to trail my fingers over his spine, feeling each of his vertebrae in smooth movements, not wanting to stir him as I memorized every sensation, every inch.

It was shocking that Chris hadn’t woken up yet. He was the morning person after all, not me. Typically, he would’ve already been awake and had worked out. Without looking at the clock, I could tell it was late enough for us to have missed our first classes. Chris would be horrified—he never missed class. Not even once. He should be awake. I must’ve worn him out.

A smug smirk tugged on the corner of my mouth. Hopefully, he would let me keep wearing him out. To say I had enjoyed last night was an understatement of enormous magnitude. It had been perfect. I wanted to go on my knees for Chris all the time. I wanted to do more. I wanted him to slide inside of me. Fuck. I shivered. I hoped we could do that soon. I needed him to claim me, even if he wouldn’t bite me like an ogre sealed a mate bond. It was too early for that, anyway.

I shifted slightly, something moving deep inside of me. An instinct. A need. I had to have Chris claim me in some way.

Chris groaned, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I kissed the top of his head. He threw a leg over one of mine and pressed even closer, grinding his morning wood into my thigh. My own dick responded in kind, twitching. Not wanting to pressure him or to move on from this moment, I shifted my hips away from him and continued to drag my fingertips over his back, and he arched into the touch like a cat, which made me grin. Did he learn that from his family? Or was it just him? Both? Neither?

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

“Late.”

He shot up, his hair sticking out from where I’d been playing with it. Chris looked around frantically until his gaze connected with my alarm clock. “Shit,” he bit out. “We missed class.”

“So it doesn’t matter how long we lie here,” I remarked, hooking my arms around his waist and yanking him down.

He frowned, but I could tell he wasn't serious because his eyes sparkled and his body melted against me. Chris wanted to be here as much as I did. Resettling him on top of me, I rested one of my hands on his firm ass, and he swallowed. His hard cock was pressing even further into me.

“Do you want me to take care of that?” I asked, my voice a deep rumble, and my cock kicked.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.” I really did. Chris stared at me, biting his lip, and I frowned at his hesitation. “What?”

“I’m… jealous.”

“Of what?” I literally couldn’t think of anything or anyone Chris should be jealous of.

“Whoever else you’ve done this with.”

Okay, fair. I’d been jealous when I’d thought Chris had slept with other people. It was foolish, on both of our parts, but I thought it was rather natural. We wanted each other to ourselves—or at least, I hoped he wanted me to himself. I nudged his chin up so I could kiss him, and Chris groaned into my mouth. I kept the touch soft and undemanding, merely wanting to be with him right now.

After I’d pulled back a couple of inches, I said, “There have been two other guys.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he whispered, his cheeks pinking. “I’m being stupid.”

I wasn’t bothered by my past, and if he wanted to know, that was fine with me. “My first was my friend Devin in high school. Neither of us liked each other like that, but we wanted to see what the fuss was about.” It had sucked. I easily recalled how awkward I’d felt and how Devin had come after like twenty seconds in my ass. He’d gotten me off after that, but the whole experience had lasted maybe five minutes and been extremely lackluster.

Chris just nodded, not looking at me.

“The other guy was last year.”

He jerked up to meet my gaze. “Who?”

The rough, possessive demand sent a delighted shiver through me. I tried to hide my smile, but I doubted I was successful; I was just too happy. Sliding my hand over his muscular back, I replied, “A senior. James McDougall.”

The frown Chris gave me was so severe I winced. He asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrugged. “We’d never talked about our sex lives before.”

And we hadn’t. I’d known the story of Chris being an expert, but that was as far as it had ever gone. He’d never asked, and I hadn’t been interested in sharing about my own sex life or hearing about his trysts. I paused. Had I liked Chris longer than I thought? Even back then, I’d hated the thought of Chris with anyone, and my short situationship with James hadn’t been much of a thing. Just mainly me sucking him off or us fucking when one of us was desperate.

When Chris stayed silent, I cupped his cheek. “Are you mad?”

“No. I just…”

“What?” I asked with a frown.