“One more date.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but was equally surprised when anxiety didn’t come. Whatever. Tonight, I wouldn’t worry about it, and tomorrow I could figure out what to do. I strived for a joking tone. “I’m in college, isn’t that what I’m supposed to do, experiment? Do all the stuff I’m not supposed to?”
His grin was sexy evil. He sat back on his heels, yanked my shorts off, and hurled them to the ground with force. And then his gaze settled on me, and the grin turned serious. It was cooling off outside, but my body hadn’t gotten the news. I felt flushed. My tank top was pushed up and my bra pulled down, exposing me, and now with my shorts off, only a thin pair of panties covered me. His gaze seemed to trace every thread of the black lace he’d revealed.
I was breathless. “What’s the likelihood someone’s going to wander by and see us?”
“We’ll hear them if they do and have plenty of warning.” He grasped my ankle and lifted it, and the action made my legs open to him. My pulse roared in my ears, and nervous, excited flutters tickled from inside as his lips brushed against my skin.
Jay kissed a line along my calf, and I bit down on my trembling bottom lip. His soft, warm mouth worked along my skin, heading toward my knee.
“You got my pants off in record time, Eighty-Eight,” I whispered.
“Pretty sure it was a team effort.”
It had been. I swallowed a gulp of air as his kisses marched along the inside of my thigh, and he settled down on his elbows, perched between my legs. I was nervous. Excited. A little terrified. “I don’t want to have sex.”
He had a face like someone planted a helmet square between his jersey numbers.
It was an enormous struggle to find the right words. “I don’t do that with someone unless he’s my boyfriend.”
The shock wore off and his face went blank. “I get it.”
The faint hum of the bugs in the trees dropped out. The breeze stopped, the stars faded, and the moon ducked behind a black cloud. It felt like the world stopped turning, because for the briefest of moments, I considered what it would be like having a Michigan football player as my boyfriend.
It’d be horrifying.
Maybe what I was thinking was clear on my face, because his mouth quirked up into a smile. “At least let me try out for it.” He coursed a hand up my thigh, coming to rest at the spot my leg met my body, and his tone was mischievous. “What skills do you need me to demonstrate?”
My face burned a million degrees. I wished I had a witty comeback, but his touch disabled thought. “We can do everything but sex.”
A pleased smile warmed his face. “Good. I want to go down on you. I’ve felt you come on my fingers, and now I want to taste you coming on my tongue.”
Whoa.
Every muscle from my belly button down clenched in response. Oh, I wanted that, but he seemed to be waiting for my consent. I nodded quickly. His face flooded with desire, and I’d never seen anything sexier. It was devastating, too much to look at, so I dropped my head back onto the blanket.
He touched me first. Jay’s fingers grazed over my center, massaging the damp lace, causing me to shudder. A moan leaked from my mouth as he increased the pressure. I throbbed against the fabric, beneath the pads of his fingertips.
His touch went away, replaced by his mouth, and the stroke of his tongue sizzled across my nerves. I was soaking, and could feel the tip of his tongue swiping through the lace. My back arched off the blanket, pulled up to the sky like I was a marionette and his mouth was plucking at the strings.
I cried out when he slid my panties to the side and licked me with nothing between us. My eyes had slammed shut, and sparks danced behind my eyelids, timed perfectly with his manipulations. My heart raced, pounding out a building tempo.
He held my panties out of his way with one hand, but the other pressed my trembling thigh open further as he sucked at me. I loved the sensation of his rough palm against the inside of my leg. His tongue did cartwheels on my skin. White-hot pleasure flashed through my mind, burning everything away but the desperate need to find release. I tensed, like I was about to do a roundoff-back handspring, about to go tumbling and flying from his intense kiss.
“Oh my God,” I groaned. I clutched at him, filling my hands with his hair.
The palm moved off my leg, and a thick finger speared inside me.
I moved my hips, bucking beneath his mouth. His gentle thrusts injected me with heat. Like a real tryout, he was doing an impressive job of showing off what he could do. Lust swamped my brain. “Please,” I begged. “Faster. More. Oh, Jay, please.”
He grunted like he’d been hit, only it’d been with unexpected pleasure. As if my uncontrollable begging had knocked him sideways.
A second finger joined the first, and I sank deeper down into enjoyment. Desire wrapped all around, smothering me like a heavy blanket and pinning me to the ground beneath his tongue. And his fingers . . . they slid in and out, moving faster and faster until I couldn’t breathe.
Holy hell. It took no time at all to push me past the point of no return.
I cried out, the sound echoing off the nearby trees and filling the night air as I came apart. My orgasm boiled through my veins. It swept along, flames licking at me as I convulsed. Each wave of pleasure was sharp, followed by a burst of blissful numbness.
It was such a cruel twist of fate that this guy was so perfect for me, but in this moment, I no longer cared. All that existed was us.
-15-
JAY
Kayla came so hard, I was surprised the ground didn’t shake beneath her. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing ever. Her moans rang loud as a whistle and I slowed to a halt. Then, I just enjoyed the show.
Her legs quivered around my head. She flinched and jerked. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers, squeezing rhythmically. So hard and strong. I grinned. Giving a girl an orgasm was great. A total confidence boost. But giving Kayla one? It was fucking amazing. Her back rounded up off the blanket, nearly blocking my view of her perfect tits, but then she collapsed down and let out a long breath.
I pulled my fingers from her and released my grip on her underwear, letting the fabric snap back in place as I sat up. I wiped my palm over my lips. She’d been wet before I started fucking her with my mouth, and she was a helluva lot wetter now.
Watching her come made me want to slide my dick inside her until I was balls-deep, and my cock throbbed, demanding satisfaction. She’d taken sex off the menu, which I understood, but said everything else was okay. If she didn’t offer, was there a way to ask for a blow job without sounding like a desperate fucking tool? Because I was dying for her mouth to be wrapped around me.