“Don’t what?”
“Don’t choose.”
He leaned in and planted a single, sensual kiss that left me absolutely breathless.
“I—I…” I was still in a daze. “What do you mean don’t choose?”
“Exactly what I said. Instead of choosing, instead of dating one of us, maybe you just date us all.”
My heart was racing. I couldn’t tell if it was from the kiss, or—
“Maybe we just keep doing this,” Jeremy offered, pointing at the floor. “Maybe it all works out.”
I opened my mouth, but he silenced my protest with a smoldering look. Then he kissed me again, this time even more deeply, more passionately.
Just keep doing this…
Could I? I mean, could we? Certainly the guys wouldn’t be interested in sharing me amongst themselves. Not back in civilization. Certainly not back on campus.
Maybe it all works out?
It was so preposterous, I pushed the idea away. Shoved it into the darkest, most fantastic recesses of my mind.
Even so, a tiny corner of the idea kept peeking out…
Jeremy’s body was molded into mine. Our arms and legs entangled sexily, and I found my hands wandering his body of their own accord.
He looked a shade or two redder now. I could tell he was holding back.
“Look, I… I just wanted to talk,” he murmured silently. “I wasn’t trying to… you know…”
My hand pierced the waistband of his boxers to settle over his cock.
“Get with me?”
He gasped half a breath, then let it out as a hiss. “Yeah. That.”
I stroked him, and he grew hard in my hand. It made me feel potent. Powerful.
“So you’re saying if I did this…”
I pulled
him closer, throwing one leg over his body. Jeremy’s cock was pressed right up against the fabric of my thong. I yanked it to one side, watching his eyes change as we were suddenly flesh to flesh.
“Or this…”
Taking control of the shaft, I rubbed the head up and down through my warm, wet furrow. He went breathless as I slipped him inside.
“That you’ll actually object?”
He sat utterly motionless as I shifted forward, bringing him all the way in. My hand closed over his face and I kissed him like a lover, like a girlfriend. Screwing him face to face, just watching his eyes.
“Should I stop?” I asked teasingly. “Would you rather I—”
“God no.”
We lay there interconnected, mouth against mouth, our eyes buried in each other’s soul.