It’s working.
I give Dean an enthusiastic eyebrow wiggle, but his intense gaze tells me this is no joke. He licks his lips, and it reminds me that I’m not only performing for our listeners, but for him, too.
I take a deep breath. “My favorite part was…” I say, trying to avoid the intensity of his stare. But I can’t deny the magnetic pull of his sapphire eyes. I lose myself in the moment and grab his hand, placing it on my breast. “I really liked it when you did this.” I rub his finger over my already erect nipple. His mouth drops. I should be gapingly shocked at my own actions right now, too, but it’s incredible how much confidence this radio sex goddess persona has given me. I nod for him to say something.
“You like it when I touch you there?” His voice comes out scratchy and hoarse.
I make him squeeze me tighter, sucking in a breath at the sensation of his manly, warm hands finally on me. Heat blossoms between my legs. “I want you to touch me everywhere, Dean.” My voice comes out as barely a whisper, finally voicing my desire for him to ravage me.
“Then that’s what I’ll do.” Dean leans over and cups my face, giving me one sincere look in my eyes before planting his sultry lips on mine. The moment our lips meet, everything else melts away—the show, our listeners, the pretense that this is a performance—leaving only a burning desire that finally consumes us.
Chapter Four
Dean
Amanda’s lips are as soft as… fuck, what’s something soft? Jesus, I can’t think about anything else right now I’m so in shock that Amanda’s into me. At least, that’s what I assume. For the briefest of moments, the thought that this is all bullshit stops me in my tracks. But the way Amanda kisses me like she’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have, tells me it has to be real.
Confidence surges through my veins. I rip off my headphones, and Amanda does the same, as impatient as I am to finally have this moment. My hands immediately go to her perky breasts, held back by a tight-ass pink sports bra that matches the thong I saw her wearing yesterday. The imagery instantly has my cock hard, and I can’t wait another moment to feel her bare breasts in my hands. I toy with the elastic hem of her bra, thrusting my fingers up underneath so I can feel her skin on mine.
“Dean,” Amanda breathes. My dick presses hard against my pants, so fucking eager for more of her.
“Come here,” I say. Amanda doesn’t hesitate to climb on my lap, running her hands through my hair as she does. It drives me wild. The moment she lowers herself on top of me, she gasps, my erection pressing into her. She writhes her hips, pushing hard against me, driving me mad.
“I want you so bad, Amanda.”
She runs her hand between her legs, and a soft moan slips out. “Touch me here.”
I do as she says, slipping my fingers into her yoga pants, keen to explore the swollen wet folds between her legs. She’s hot and slick and so fucking smooth. It’s like every wet dream of mine come true. I watch her lips part as I thrust my fingers inside her. Amanda sucks in another sharp breath.
“You like that?” I ask, no longer in character. I’m so focused on making her feel good, I’ve forgotten all about the show, our listeners, the three credits, graduating. All that matters right now is making this beautiful girl come on my lap.
“I fucking love it,” Amanda moans. She bucks her hips against me and lets her head fall back, revealing her naked neck like she did the other day.
This time, I act on my impulses, kissing that sweet skin all the way up to her lips while I finger fuck her to the edge. Her breathing grows shallow, quick, loud. She pulls my hair like a madwoman, yanking my head to the side with those beautiful arm muscles. She licks all the way from my collarbone to the base of my ear, nipping at my earlobe.
Holy hell, this kiss has taken a hot as fuck unexpected turn. My dick surges with heat and the need to be inside her, but I can’t do anything about it. I’m entirely mesmerized as she dances on my lap.
“Don’t stop,” Amanda says, thrusting against my fingers, letting herself be swept away in the moment. I pull her bra up and over one of her boobs, lowering my mouth to her sweet, dusky pink nipple and sucking hard. She lets out a deep, sensual groan and closes her eyes. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I can’t wait anymore. I have to feel her hands on my cock. I fumble with the zipper of my pants, when—
BRRRRINNNGGG!
We both jump in my seat, eyes adjusting to our surroundings. Oh yeah. We’re in the recording booth. Amanda blinks and looks down at me. A blush spreads on her cheeks, and she quickly pulls her bra back down into place and scrambles off me.
BRRRRINNNGGG!
“What the hell is that?” I curse, angry at whatever caused the most exciting kiss of my life to end.
Amanda laughs. “It’s the telephone. Someone’s calling in for the first time ever.”
Of course, now of all times is when we get our first caller. “How do we answer it?”
Amanda explores the options on the control board, adjusts some dials, and answers the call. We bring our headsets to our ears, and she clears her throat before saying, “We have our first caller. Hello, and what’s your name?”
A growl of a voice comes through our headsets. “Would you finish up and get the heck out of there?”
We share a questioning look. “Uh, excuse me?” Amanda says.
“This is Brandon, from the show after yours. You’re running into my airtime, and I’ve been knocking for the last ten minutes!” On cue, an angry knocking sounds at the door.
Amanda and I glance at the clock on our computer dashboard—our entire hour slot went by in what seemed like only minutes. But that’s not all that catches my eye. I point to the one hundred seventy-nine listeners still tuned in. A new record!
Amanda raises her eyebrows at our stats. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that, Brandon. Until next time everyone.” Amanda signs off and logs out, avoiding my gaze the whole time. A deep pink blush spreads on her chest and neck.
“Well, that was—” I start, but she yanks the door open, ducks under Brandon’s knocking hand, and scurries out.
Still in shock at what transpired in this tiny room, I watch in a daze through the window of the building as Amanda hurries away, her ass looking so full and perfect in those Yoga pants.
“It’s about time.” Brandon pushes past me into the recording booth, letting out a snort at the sight of my still raging hard-on. “And I thought it was all just a show,” he says. The door closes behind him with a loud slam.
Shit, so did I.
Chapter Five
Amanda
Downward Dog usually clears my head, but as I push myself into the familiar Yoga position, all I can think of is Dean and how it felt to be touched by him. I let out a deep breath and pull my right leg forward into Pigeon pose, hoping some extra stretching will help. I glance around my dorm room, grateful that my roommates haven’t come back from class yet. I was hoping these moments of quiet would help me refocus on my other classwork, but I keep replaying the events from earlier today. I can’t believe what happened—I practically forced Dean onto me!
I groan and switch to my other leg, which is just a smidgeon less flexible than my right. When I lower myself into position, my heel brushes up against that magical spot between my legs, and I’m immediately flooded with the warm, fluttery sensation from earlier. I can still feel Dean’s fingers inside me, his lips and his hot breath on my breast, his big, manly hands on my ass.
Closing my eyes, I let the images play, rocking my hips against my heel. Waves of pleasure spread through my body as I massage my clit. In no time, I’m getting myself off to the thought of Dean fucking me in that damn recording booth.
I let out a deep breath and crumple to the floor, somewhat ashamed of myself. There’s no denying my attraction to him, the way my body responds to the mere thought of him. But does Dean feel the same way, or is he merely egging me on for our listenership? That’s what this was supposed to be about in the first plac
e, right?
I think back on our last show together, remembering how eager Dean seemed to touch me. Then I remember how good it felt to be pressed up against his hard-on. That erection was no joke, and not even Leonardo DiCaprio could deliver a performance that real.
Heat flushes my cheeks as I imagine being with Dean again, but this time I slip my fingers under my panties, taking things much further in my head than we went today. Where would things have ended up if Brandon hadn’t called in? I let my imagination take the reins, and pretty soon, I’m convincing myself that he wants me too.
During tomorrow’s show, I’m going to find out for sure.
Chapter Six
Dean
“You like that?” A low voice growls from my phone speakers.
“I fucking love it. Don’t stop.” Amanda’s breathy growl fills the small space of my dorm bathroom. My hand grips my dick so fucking tightly as I pump myself harder with each pant of hers. “Yes. Fuck, yes,” she cries.
I knew the replay of today’s show would turn me on, but I didn’t anticipate the vivid imagery from today to start replaying in my head, turning me into a fucking rabid horn dog. I struggle to keep my breathing quiet, shoving the phone speakers right up to my ears so my roommates won’t hear.
God, her performance sounds so real, even I’m convinced we had sex. But Amanda was playing it up for the audience, I remind myself. Who fucking loved it. We went from the worst show to the best in two days. I came into this semester worried about graduating, and now all I care about is being with Amanda, for real. And it all started with her epic performance.
Is that why she left in a hurry? To make sure I know there’s nothing real between us? Was it just a performance that went too far? But as the recording continues and my heart pumps faster than a V12 engine, I decide she definitely wasn’t faking it.
It doesn’t matter either way. Because tomorrow I’m going to see her again, and when I do, I’m going to make her mine. I have to. There’s no way I can’t have her, not after this.
A commanding, possessiveness I’ve never felt before takes over me. Amanda’s cries of ecstasy bring me to a climax so hard I’m practically spasming on the bathroom floor. Breathless and panting and unbelievably aroused, I rewind the recording and play it from the start, swearing to myself that during tomorrow’s show, Amanda and I will finish what we started.
Chapter Seven
Amanda
I knew I couldn’t wait to see Dean today, but I didn’t realize how excited he’d be to see me.
The moment he steps through the door to the Radio Room, Dean locks the deadbolt in place behind him and stares me down with dark eyes that scream lust, sex, and world-shattering orgasms. I practically burst into flames on the spot. Though he’s still three feet away from me, it feels as though Dean’s hands are trailing up my body as he appraises my carefully chosen Yoga outfit from bottom to top. His eyes linger on my ass, perfectly framed by the curvy pattern on my dark-green and grey pants. His blue eyes slide up my flat stomach and pause at my breasts, which are supported by a sexier than functional strappy top.
A smirk spreads on my lips. I knew he’d love this look.
Dean licks his lips in a slow, sultry way and says my name in the deepest of growls that has me wishing we were already naked and on top of each other. He’s by my side in two strides, and I can barely catch my breath before Dean’s hands are on my waist, and his lips are on mine.
I sink into his kiss, letting his tongue explore my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck. I climb onto him and grip my legs around Dean’s hips, thankful for the strength in my thighs that lets me use my hands to run through his hair. He grabs my ass and traces a finger over my trembling center, taking the breath right out from my lungs. My heart beats ever faster, threatening to burst from my chest, and a pulsating heat blooms in my core.
With my legs still wrapped around him, I pull Dean’s shirt up and over his head. I let out an audible whimper at the sight of his perfect body. My hands absentmindedly trace the outlines of his pecks and his abs.
“You like what you see?” he asks.
I flash him a smirk of his own caliber before yanking off my bra and dropping it to the floor, revealing my bare chest fully. “Do you?”
Dean lets out a guttural groan. He squeezes my breasts in his hands and pushes me up against the wall, pressing his erection hard between my legs. I can already feel how wet I am for him. Unable to wait any longer, I loosen my legs around his waist just enough to let me fumble with the button on his pants.
“Wait,” Dean breathes. “We should go live first.”
I hesitate, his words calling back to my doubt last night. “Is this real to you?” I ask before I can think twice about what I’m saying. Why does it matter to me, anyway? Getting better listenership was why we started this whole charade in the first place, wasn’t it?
Dean searches my eyes. “Do you want it to be?”
My heart sinks. Of course, it isn’t real to him. This was his idea in the first place! Why am I feeling this way, dammit? It’s only lust between us, and it always has been. I drop from his waist, feeling dejected regardless, crossing my arms over my breasts.
“Amanda, what’s going on?”
I’m suddenly on the brink of tears. What is wrong with me? I’m shirtless and braless, and I’ve made this moment as awkward as it could possibly get. I hug myself tighter and fight to keep my voice level. “You’re not really into me, are you?”
Dean shakes his head, and I want to crawl into a ball and die. But then he smiles and says, “I’ve been into you for so long, Amanda.” His voice is soft and sincere. It’s a different tone than I’m used to hearing from him. When he speaks again, Dean starts talking with his hands, and my heart constricts with hope. Those passionate hands are all the convincing I need to know he’s telling the truth. “I’ve been into you since we met. You’re smart and dedicated, and you know what you want. It inspires me, you know?”
I look up at him, surprised at how much his words mean to me. “For real?”
He nods and flashes me his beautiful pearly whites. “I didn’t realize you felt this way,” he says. “I thought it was you who was pretending.”
I shake my head and let out an embarrassed laugh. “I did, too.”
We stand there, awkwardly, for what feels like an eternity. Then Dean runs a hand through his hair. God, I love it when he does that. It makes my fingers twitch with the need to do it myself. “Look,” he says, stepping toward me, “I understand if you don’t want to do this again. Screw our listeners, screw graduating on time, I just want you.”
A smile spreads on my face as his words light me up inside.
“I want you, too.” I step toward him, closing the space between us, and reach my arms around his neck. He pulls me into a tight embrace, kissing me softly, sincerely. It feels unbelievably calming to know where we stand now. To know he’s felt the same all along.
When we part, it takes a moment for my eyes to focus on him in front of me. When they do, I say, “Does this mean you’re mine?”
“Only if you’re mine.”
I smile. “I’ve been waiting to be yours for a while, Dean.”
He shakes his head in disbelief. “Shit, we’ve been pining for each other for half a semester, and neither of us did anything about it.”
I smile, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. “Well, now that we know this performance isn’t actually a performance,” I press my breasts against his chest and place my hand on the bulge in his pants. His cock immediately responds, pushing against my palm. “I’d say it’s time we finish what we started.”
Dean leans down and rubs his lips against mine. “You don’t mind that strangers will be listening?”
I playfully nip his bottom lip and run my tongue over it, getting wetter by the second. “It turns me on to know we have an audience.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot, Amanda.” Dean’s voice is coarse. He leans over the tech board and taps the r
ed button, sending a live feed from this steamy room to four hundred and fifty listeners, all as eager as I am to find out what happens next in the Dean and Amanda show.
I wouldn’t want to disappoint them.
Dean pulls me into his arms for a deep, slow, sensual kiss that has me weak in the knees. A moan slips from my throat, and I can’t help but smile against his lips. It’s crazy to think a few fake moans stirred the pot in what’s quickly turning out to be the most sexual relationship I’ve ever been in, not to mention the most listened to radio show on campus.
I pull back from him and drop my pants to the floor, now entirely naked for him. It’s an odd sensation, knowing hundreds of listeners can hear this intimate moment between us, yet only Dean can see and feel the real me.
“What’s hot is when you take me from behind,” I say, turning to face the tech board. I place the mic a few inches in front of me and spread my legs for Dean. Not only will I give the listeners a show, but I’ll give Dean a performance he’ll never forget. I want him to know how long I’ve waited for this, and I want him to feel it just as intensely as I know I will.
He lets out a low growl, and a moment later, his pants audibly drop to the floor.
“Not yet, baby.” When he calls me that, I shiver, excited by the new reality that I am his baby now. He can call me that any time he wants.
Dean swipes his fingers over my slick, wet center, and I let out an unintentional moan. My own sexual sounds turn me on, and I’m reminded that there are listeners to appease. I ramp up my arousal for the sake of the show, and when Dean runs his tongue over my slit, I almost come entirely undone right then.
“Oh,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath. He slips a finger inside me, thrusting quickly and lapping at my clit with his tongue. He adds a second finger, and I almost see stars. “That feels so good,” I whine, bucking my hips toward him. He thrusts faster and faster, running circles around my clit with his hot, wet tongue. My breathing turns to panting, and he’s not even inside me yet. “More,” I cry out. “I need more of you, Dean.”
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