The Freshman (College Years 1)

Leaning in, I kiss him this time. And oh God.

Oh God.

Sparks fly between our lips. The kiss is electrifying. Even better than that kiss we shared in his bedroom a few nights ago. A whimper of surprise escapes me. He groans low in his throat, cupping my cheek with his free hand, his touch firm as he parts my lips with his tongue. It goes on for long, delicious moments. Lips connecting, breaking apart, reconnecting. Tongues sliding. Circling. He licks at my upper lip teasingly. I bite his lower lip, my teeth coming together slowly, tugging.

Again, he breaks away first, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every panting breath. “That wasn’t a friendly kiss.”

I slowly shake my head, enjoying how rattled he appears. I wonder if I look the same. “Not at all,” I agree.

“I thought that was all you wanted.”

“Don’t forget I was the one who asked if the friends with benefits deal was still on the table.” Reaching out, I rest my hand against his firm chest, his rapidly beating heart pounding a steady rhythm beneath my palm. “You’re very persuasive.”

He actually grins. “You think I’m persuasive?”

“I think your lips are,” I tell him truthfully.

He leans in for a brief kiss, and I feel the brush of his lips all the way down to my toes. “Wait until you meet the rest of me.”

Thirteen

Tony

We end up in the back seat of my Rover. The moment she shuts the door, I’m pulling her close. Until she’s on top of me, straddling me, her hot body pressed to mine, our mouths locked. The longer we kiss, the steamier the interior of my car gets, until the windows are fogged and my hand is up her shirt, fingers curled around the thin lace of her bra.

She laughs against my mouth. Gasps when I press my thumb against her hard nipple. “I’m not fucking you in the back seat of your car, Sorrento.”

“Didn’t want to fuck you back here,” I murmur against her lips, just before I dive in for another kiss. She has this way of curling her tongue around mine that makes me shiver.

Makes me pretty fucking hard too.

Or maybe I’m hard because of the way she grinds on me. Her lower body is flush against mine, and I swear I can feel the heat of her, even through her jeans and mine. I slide my hands down her back, until they rest on her ass. It’s round and perfect and squeezable and I do just that, pulling her into me. As close as she can get.

She gasps into my mouth, a shuddery sigh escaping her. “What are we doing?”

I chuckle. “You haven’t figured it out yet?”

She tilts her head to the right, her mouth landing on my neck. She kisses and licks me there, and fuck me, that feels good. “You are too good looking.”

“Thank you?” Is she trying to insult me?

“And you smell fucking amazing.” She sniffs my neck. Nips my earlobe. “Your hair is so soft.”

She runs her fingers through it, making me shiver.

“And your dick is really.” She shifts her hips. “Really.” She presses firmly against me, whimpering. “Hard.”

I tighten my grip on her ass, lifting her. Lowering her. She takes the hint, rubbing against me in earnest, her mouth on mine once more. We’re going at it. Dry humping in the back seat of my car, our breaths accelerating, my heart thumping. I do not want to come in my jeans. Fuck that. But if she keeps this up.

I’m probably going to.

Her rhythm quickens and I remove a hand from her ass, slipping it up the front of her shirt, curling my fingers around her breast once more. I tug the lace down, toying with her nipple, circling it again and again. A strangled cry sounds low in her throat, her entire body going still for only a moment, just before she starts to quake.

“Oh God,” she whispers against my lips and I crack open my eyes, pulling away from her slightly so I can watch.

Watch Hayden come.

Her eyes are still closed, her lips parted. Her hands grip on my shoulders and her lower body still grinds against me. I’m still grinding against her, my hand still under her shirt, cupping her. She’s panting. And once the shivering subsides, her lips curl into the faintest smile as she slowly opens her eyes.