And she's mine.
"Shit, I'm sorry," I blurt out, pulling her to her feet. I grab a tissue from the box on her desk and dab it at her face.
"I liked it," she says, handing me her glasses as she laughs uncomfortably. "Is that bad?"
I look at the cum splattered over her tits. I marked my territory, that's for damn sure. I grab another tissue and clean the rest of her off.
"No," I growl, kissing her lips. I pull her against me because I don't want to stop touching her. "I haven't hooked up with anyone since... well, it's been a while, so there's a lot."
She laughs, her hand on my chest. "Colton King, world famous player, is telling me he hasn't hooked up with anyone in a while?"
"Not since you." I don't even try to play it cool, don't even try to act nonchalant like it's no big deal. This time, I just say it because it's true.
"Don't give me a bullshit line," she whispers. "I'm not some stupid girl. I know you're a player. I know what I'm getting into."
"It's not bullshit," I insist. I hold her against me because I don't want her to walk away. I want her to stay right here. "I'm not giving you a line just because I want to fuck you. I already told you, the only way you're getting my cock is if you want it. It's all you, Cassie."
I mean that it's all her choice if she wants to fuck me or not and when she wants to do it. Except when I say the words out loud – It's all you, Cassie – I get a twinge of something, a sense in my gut that tells me maybe I mean more than that.
"How was it?" I ask. "Did the world famous player live up to his reputation?"
Cassie presses her body against mine, and my cock stirs the second she touches me. Because my cock apparently cannot get enough of this girl. "I'm not sure," she says, her hand on my ass cheek, pulling me tighter against her. "I'm not sure I have enough information to make that determination just yet."
"Then I'd better give you more," I say. "Information, I mean."
24
Cassie
Colton grabs my hand. "Come to the shower with me and I'll make sure I live up to my reputation."
"You can't just walk out into the hallway naked," I protest, giggling as he pulls me to the door. I giggle because I can't stop giggling, because apparently two orgasms have sucked all of the brain cells out of my head and turned me into a dippy girl who giggles. "Sable might come home."
"Sable might be here already," Colton says. "I'm sure she enjoyed how loud you were."
"Do you think she came home during —" I start, but Colton interrupts.
"Relax," he says. "I was just kidding. Sable is not coming home tonight."
"How do you know?"
Colton pushes the bathroom door open and looks around. "Nice," he remarks. "God, this is a lot cleaner than my place."
"I shudder to think about the cleanliness of your shower," I say. "How do you know Sable isn't going to be here tonight?"
Colton turns on the water. "Because she's with Tank," he says, raising his eyebrows and giving me a meaningful look.
"Oh. Tank told you that?"
Colton laughs as he pulls me into the shower with him. "No, your roommate told me. She barged into my room and told me she was going to do Tank."
"That's... weird."
"Well, she also barged into my room and told me that I needed to stop being a dick and go give you some dick instead." Colton pulls my ass against his cock for emphasis.
"So you came here to throw me a bone," I say.
"A boner."
"You're too kind."
"I can be kinder," he says, reaching between my legs as the water from the shower drenches us.
We only make it out of the shower when the water runs cold.
Afterwards, I rummage through my underwear drawer looking for a bra and a sexy pair of panties. Damn it, I should have sexy underwear, thongs and matching bras. I pull out a pair of plain black cotton panties and turn to put them on, catching Colton standing in my bedroom doorway watching me.
Naked, of course.
And not making any move to put clothes on.
"You're staring," I complain.
"I'd say sorry but I'm not."
"Are you going to get dressed?"
"Nope." He turns around without saying anything else and walks out of my bedroom.
I slide a t-shirt on over my head and find him in my kitchen, rummaging through my cabinets. I don't say anything for a minute because honestly, I'm pretty distracted by his perfect bare ass.
"I'm starving," he says, pulling out a bag of chips from the pantry and reaching his hand inside. He pops one into his mouth and grimaces. "What the hell is this?"
"Chips."
"What's this, some kind of chip imitation?" he asks, coughing. "This is horrible. Why would you eat this?"
"It's healthy," I say, grabbing it from him and shoving it back into the pantry. "And low-fat."
"You're not dieting, are you?" Colton asks, slapping my ass as I lean around him.
"Did you just slap my ass?"