Campus Hottie (Campus)

By now, my panties are completely soaked as his boner presses insistently against the cotton, sinking no more than an inch inside my body. I can’t help but squirm as he pins me to the mattress.

“Mmmm,” he groans. “You feel so damn good.”

Tiny fireworks explode deep within my womb. There’s too much pleasure rushing through my veins, suffusing every cell to wrap my mind around one coherent thought.

I can’t imagine anything feeling better than the press of his hard body against mine, taking me to places I’ve only—

A startled gasp escapes from me as his heavy weight disappears and he rolls onto the sliver of mattress next to me before throwing one brawny arm over his eyes. His breath is short and choppy, as if it’s a struggle to maintain control over himself.

He groans when I shift against his nearly naked body. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire from the way he was touching me moments ago. Even though he hadn’t been buried deep inside me, I’d been so close to coming. A few more strokes and I would have shattered around him.

Sexual tension crackles in the air, turning the atmosphere explosive. I’m so turned on that it’s painful.

“Carson,” I whisper. “Why did you stop?”

With a huff of breath, he lifts his arm from his face before rolling toward me and smacking a kiss against my lips. “As much as I need you, I don’t want your first time to be like this. Nothing more than a rush when we’re barely awake. I want to take my time and enjoy this. Enjoy you. Okay?”

I squirm, my clit throbbing as if it has a life of its own. The only thing I’m able to focus on is getting a little bit of relief any way I can. I don’t want to be left hanging. Not like this. “I don’t care about that. I need you. Now.” I emphasize the last word, hoping he understands that he’s the one who stoked the fire raging inside me to a veritable inferno. Now he needs to do something about it.

One side of his mouth quirks as his hazel eyes flare with humor. “Aww, is my poor baby frustrated?”

I pout. “It’s not funny. You ramped me up. Now you’re just going to leave me high and dry?”

The warmth of his large palm skates over the curve of my hip before cupping my panty-covered pussy and squeezing. “That’s funny. You don’t feel so dry to me.”

A moan escapes before I can stop it as my hips lift, attempting to get closer.

He rubs gentle circles over my center as his voice sharpens, becoming so low that it claws at my insides. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Closing the distance between us, he brushes a kiss against my mouth before drawing my lower lip between his teeth and biting down on it. The pulse between my legs becomes more insistent until it echoes in my ears.

Once he releases the plump flesh, he murmurs, “I love that you saved yourself for me and that my cock will be the only one you’ve ever had.”

Oh god...

“Please...” Even though the firm pressure of his fingers is a constant presence, it’s not enough to send me careening over the edge. It’s like he’s deliberately holding back. Only giving me enough to stoke the flames of my desire but nothing more.

“Do you want to come?” His warm breath ghosts over the outer shell of my ear.

My breathing kicks up a notch as my eyes roll back in my head. “You know I do.”

“Then take your panties off.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My fingers tremble as they slip beneath the elastic band, shoving the material over my hips and down my thighs before kicking it off. His hand is no longer stroking over me, and I want it back.

Desperately.

I’m almost to the point of begging.

“Take off the bra, too. I want you spread out before me like a goddamn feast.”

I blink, bowing my back so my hands can slip around my ribcage before fumbling with the clasp. Just as I grow impatient, the pale pink fabric springs apart and I’m able to pull the straps from my arms and toss it to the floor.

Bright sunlight pours through the unadorned window, spilling over me as I lie perfectly still against the mattress. A potent concoction of nerves, adrenaline, and desire rushes through my veins, flooding every cell in my body with painful awareness. Carson remains stretched out beside me. His head is propped up on one arm as his heated gaze takes a leisurely tour of my body, licking over every inch on display. I can almost feel his laser focus as it singes me alive.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His gaze flicks to mine. “And now you belong to me.”

The possessive sentiment has warmth blooming in my chest before spreading outward until it reaches my fingertips and toes. I’ve been waiting my entire life for him to say that.