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Final Ivy's Geek 500The geek in the room next door is Ivy’s dream. Driven together because Clay’s roommate always has a sock on the door, will Ivy finally confess to the crush she’s nurtured for a whole semester?

Warnings: m/f, sexy geek who takes his time to do it right

Word Count: 6526

Excerpt:

The knock came at the expected time. For the past fifteen minutes, Ivy had been listening to the headboard in the next room bang against the wall. On days like this, Clay came over to hang out while his manwhore of a roommate finished getting it on with his flavor of the week. She double-checked her reflection to make sure nothing was out of place. Her straight, wheat-brown hair spilled tamely down her back, and the light dusting of makeup she’d used wasn’t very noticeable, but it brought out the green in her eyes. She put on some lip balm, and then she opened her door.

“Hi, Clay. Come on in. Cooper’s in rare form today. She sounds like an ape.”

Clay huffed out a laugh as he set his backpack on the floor next to the futon sofa. “Or he does. I don’t know why he has to do this when he knows I’m coming back from class.”

Ivy shrugged and sat on the sofa, curling her legs under her bottom. She didn’t mind Cooper’s timing because it meant she got to spend some time with Clay. His tall, thin build and his wire-rimmed glasses landed him on the geek side of the equation, and his flyaway, straw-colored hair kept him there. Though he was on the lean side, Ivy knew he had great bone structure, and he’d fill out in the next couple of years. She could see both his inner beauty and the handsome devil he’d become—though she thought he was pretty hot as-is.

Clay settled next to her, leaning his head along the back of the sofa and closing his eyes.

“Were you up late?”

“Had a physics test today. I aced it.”

Ivy smiled, and Clay opened his eyes as he threw her a similar look. “Congratulations. I’m not looking forward to taking that class.”

“Don’t worry.” He set his hand on top of hers, which gave her a thrill because her hand was on her thigh—and that meant he was touching her thigh. “I’ll help you.”

“It’s all math, isn’t it?”

“Mostly.”

A particularly vicious thump banged the wall behind them. Both Ivy and Clay turned to see if damage had been caused, and the thump came again. This time, a loud moan accompanied it. Ivy knelt up on the sofa and pressed her ear to the wall. The girl made oh-oh-oh noises, and the apelike grunts punctuated her feminine sounds.

Ivy looked to see that Clay had done the same thing, only he faced her. They watched one another as they listened to Cooper entertain some lucky girl. Her sounds came louder and faster, and so did the banging. The crescendo followed rather quickly, and the noises subsided.

Clay sat back on the sofa, shaking his head. “For a second, I wondered if he was going to plow a path through the wall.”

“That sounded amazing.” Ivy sank down next to him, not bothering to hide the wistfulness in her voice that was probably reflected in her eyes.

He snorted. “Not really. She didn’t climax.”

Ivy gaped at him. “How can you say that? You could hear her as well as I could. I think the whole floor heard her.”

Clay shook his head. “She enjoyed it, sure, but she didn’t come.”

Even if she were inclined to argue, Ivy had nothing with which to compare it. “How can you tell? I mean, Cooper obviously can’t.”

“Experience.”

Ivy regarded him, stunned. She would have pegged him for a virgin.

Clay blushed. “I have four older brothers. Our parents were gone for a week in December when we were home for break. One of my brothers had his girlfriend there, and my other brothers listened whenever they got loud and critiqued his performance. When my brother’s girlfriend heard what they were saying, she laughed and told them they were right.”

“What were they right about?”

“That she was enjoying it, but she wasn’t having orgasms. So my brother did a little research—so did I—and for the rest of the week, his girlfriend went around with the biggest smile on her face.” Clay shrugged. “Girls are too nice to tell a guy he needs to do it harder, faster, or move a little to the left.”

Ivy thought about it. “I think if we like a guy enough to sleep with him, we don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

Clay put his hand over hers again. “Guys who really care about a girl want to know the best way to please you. We can’t do that without feedback.”

Ivy studied his hand. She’d been resting hers on the sofa, so he wasn’t touching her leg. “Have you ever made a girl come like that?”

“Not yet.”

Ivy admired his confidence—it wasn’t a matter of if, but when. When she looked up, she found Clay regarding her intensely. “What?”

“I’d like to make you come like that.”

 

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