My hand slips between my legs, over my trimmed curls, and into the slippery wetness that spontaneously happens whenever I think of him.
All those muscles straining…would he lean forward, brace himself against the wall as his hand moved faster? I rub my clit and close my eyes, picturing him jerking off on his bed instead. Laying on his back, watching me through almost-closed eyes as I perch between his legs and tell him to make himself come. Tell him I want to taste it once he does.
My cheeks burn at the idea.
Maybe tonight I’ll invite him over so I can give him a blow job.
Then I’ll crawl into his lap and ride his hand again. I try to slide two fingers into myself, but it’s not the same. His touch lights me up in a way I can’t replicate, so I don’t try. I find my clit again and roll two fingers over it now, imagining they’re the thick pad of his thumb. That he’s right beneath me, teasing me with his cock.
I want him inside me like I’ve wanted nothing else in my entire life. I start to clench for him, clench at nothing, and the ache of that sends me spinning into a bright, hungry climax that makes me shudder and quake, but still leaves me wanting more.
I slump to the floor of the shower and tip my face into the water.
Good Lord. I hope he’s not busy tonight.
He’s going to get a hell of a text once I’ve finished my International Relations crib notes.
—sixteen—
Scott
9:05 pm.
That’s what the time on my phone reads when Ali texts me. The time when I realize, this is actually happening. We’ve danced around it for ages, but now we see each other, truly, and we still dig each other.
A: I’ve been studying all day.
S: Good girl.
A: I have been. Worked really hard. And now…
My heart thuds in my chest. My cock thickens, straining at my fly.
S: Now?
A: Wanna come over?
I’m at her door twenty minutes later. She answers in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“Hey,” she says, and that’s as much conversation as is going to happen before I’m balls deep in her.
Maybe.
f*ck
, I’m nervous. I’ve run into gunfights with more confidence than I have as I peel off her shirt, baring a black satin bra that’s simple and fancy as f*ck
at the same time.
I’m not sure if I can take her virginity, but I can sure as hell make her come again. Christ, I’ve missed the feel of her clenching hard around my fingers. I want to taste that flood as she rides my face.
“Bed,” she gasps as I lift her up, palming her ass through soft cotton that has to go, now. I kiss her neck, sucking on the flesh there, then lower, tasting her collarbone and her shoulder. I use my teeth to pull down her bra strap, and she grabs at the other one, baring both of her breasts.
I almost drop her as her tits bounce into view.
She’s perfect. They’re perfect. Round and firm, topped with nipples that are already tightening under my gaze. I set her down and drop to my knees. I nuzzle the skin between her breasts, then take my time kissing both mounds before I suck one tight peak into my mouth.
I almost jizz in my pants at the sweet fullness in my mouth, the rub of her taut nipple against my tongue. So f*ck
ing good. Sexy and lush, I can’t wait to have these beauties slapping me in the face as she bounces on top of me. I ease off her pants, then stand, replacing my mouth with my hands. No way am I leaving her breasts unattended. I’ll be their faithful servant for the rest of the night.
For f*ck
ing ever if she wants.
Ali palms my dick through my pants and I hoarsely tell her to get me naked. She starts with my shirt, unbuttoning it. Her fingers are shaking, and I stop her long enough to pull her hand to my mouth and kiss the tips. “We’ll go slow,” I promise.
She laughs. “Slow is the last thing I want. I’m so excited I can’t handle it.”
Well, all right then.
Eyes on her the whole time, I wrench down her panties and lift her up, my palms big and rough on her hips. f*ck
, she’s tiny. And she’s breathing fast, because some brute is manhandling her onto her bed.
But when she lands on her back, she doesn’t scurry away from me. Slow as honey, she rolls her knees up between us, her ankles crossing—obscuring my view of her p*ussy
.
My p*ussy
. For tonight, it’s mine.
I’m going to lick it.
Suck it.
Finger it until she screams.
Claim it in every way I can without ruining her forever.
I get rid of my clothes and crawl on top of her, our mouths finding each other, her hands wrapping around my back as I tangle my fingers in her hair.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I forget about all my virtuous plans to make her come on my fingers and with my tongue, because she’s already wet, and I can feel her p*ussy
against my balls.
She freezes.
I kiss her harder, not ready to talk about going to the next step—or not.