“I got that out of the way so that we can spend some time doing this.”
Her lips inadvertently met my chin instead of my lips, but on her second try she was bull’s-eye. When our mouths met, all memoirs of Alpine returned in spades; her scent, her touch and taste. In no time, our tongues twisted with fury. Zo packed a lot into that kiss and I tried to swallow her whole. She unzipped and gently pulled off my sweat jacket.
My dick lifted in my sweats and it was almost as if Zoey instinctively sensed it. Her hands went into my lap and she rubbed my wood through the cotton material. When she moaned my eyes flew open in the dark. I didn’t want to alert her roommate. I was treading on dangerous territory, on a college campus, fucking making out with a student. A smart one. A sexy one. And apparently an ablaze one.
Before I knew it, Zoey had her little warm hand beneath the elastic of my sweats and reaching for my cock. I felt her pull on me. My abs lurched at her grip. Evidence of the trance this girl was capable of putting me in, the next thing I felt was her maneuvering her little body between my legs. Now, in my defense, her lips smacking against mine robbed my attention from all other happenings for a while. That was until I felt her withdraw from my mouth and a warm, wet, incredibly soft sensation coaxed the crown of my cock.
I exhaled forcefully, slowly and hardly processing that my sweet Ni?a was sucking me off. Or attempting to. She had no particular rhythm and her grip wasn’t strong or fluid, but she was getting busy. Her efforts, though not seasoned, were pleasurable because she was mine. Her every sexual experience belonged to me. And so did her every pleasure. I reveled in her efforts as I tried to relax into it. Zoey picked up the pace and her suctioning staccato snapped my ass back to reality.
Once again, fucking with Zoey, I put myself at risk of scandal. I had to remember, one shot of my genitals being bared to a coed could have my ass in deep water and back in the headlines again.
“Zoey!” I whispered, taking her at the jaw.
“What?” This was the first time she didn’t whisper. I could sense not only her slight annoyance, but her embarrassment as well.
“Your roommate!” I whisper again.
Zoey quickly tucked me in and shuffled beneath me. Next, I heard a clicking, and the next thing I saw was the room illuminating. My sensitive pupils darted over to Zoey grimacing. She jumped to her feet and went over to the bed across from me. It was neatly made…and empty.
She sauntered over to me with a glower in tow, her arms crossed angrily in front of her. “Do you honestly think I would even you over here if Rebecca was here, considering your issues with the public, much less have you exposed?” Her tone and poise expressed incredulity. “Stenton, I told you she left for New Zealand with her class two days ago!”
All of a sudden, I felt like shit. But then I thought again.
“Then why in the hell were you whispering since we walked in? And why keep the lights off?”
“Because I didn’t exactly want to do that,” she pointed to my rock hard cock, “with the lights on!”
“Did you… Did you plan this?” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Again, Zoey?”
Zoey didn’t answer for a while. She stood there, tapping her foot, stubbornly, and chewing the inside of her lip.
I shook my head, fighting the state of frustration against my arousal. “Look, Zoey, I get you’re a headstrong woman. And I so love that you know what you want and it’s me…” I tugged her toward me. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Her eyes slammed into mine and immediately, I saw shame. I didn’t mean for it to go there, but Zoey needed to let me lead. “If you wanted to fuck, you should have just told me and I would’ve made it happen.”