Somethin' About That Boy

I closed my eyes and lost it.

There was no other word for it.

My orgasm slammed into me out of nowhere.

One second I was there, feeling the orgasm on my periphery, and the next I was flying so high I feared I’d never come down.

He growled against my neck, slightly picking up the pace.

But not enough that the bed shook with his movements.

But it was enough to ride me throughout my orgasm, prolonging it with each thrust he took.

When I finally came back to Earth, he was still stroking his cock inside of me, and I became more than determined to make him lose control.

“Banner,” I whispered against his neck.

He moved his face once again to mine.

“Yeah?” he whispered, voice sounding so gravelly and deep that it made me nearly smile.

“I want you to come,” I breathed. “I want to feel you jerk inside of me. Filling me up. But I also want to taste you. I want to feel you come down the back of my throat.”

He breathed out shakily against my lips.

“I want to wrap my mouth around your cock and suck,” I whispered. “Tomorrow, when we’re at school, I want to sneak under the bleachers and drop down to my knees. I want to unzip your pants, pull out your cock and…”

He grunted out his release, his entire body tightening as his orgasm took him over just like mine had minutes before.

Grinning that I’d made him lose his control, I held him tight as he released into my body.

His cock jerked and jumped, and the feeling was foreign.

But I liked it.

I liked that he was coming inside of me, and even more, I liked that we had nothing between us.

I licked my lips, then turned my head so that I could press them to his throat.

His pulse pounded underneath my lips, and I sucked the skin into my mouth and did the same thing that he’d done to me earlier.

There was no way in hell that he wouldn’t have a hickey in the morning.

And there was also no way in hell that people wouldn’t notice.

I’d have to apply makeup to mine.

Banner could just proudly wear his, seeing as I doubted he’d want to cover it up.

When his hips finally stilled, I closed my eyes and released his skin from between my teeth.

He turned his face and offered me another kiss, which I gladly took.

“Sometimes,” he said. “I get these feelings.”

“Yeah?” I said.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “And I’m getting one right now.”

“Yeah?” I said. “What’s that feeling telling you?”

He let my legs go and moved his hands up until they cupped my face.

“The feeling is telling me that we’re going to have to find a way to have sex a lot.” He chuckled. “And that I’m going to likely get a lot of shit for this hickey you put on my neck. Oh, and that I’m totally and completely falling for you.”

I felt an immediate surge of elation pour through me at his words.

“I’m falling for you, too,” I told him. “Fast.”

It took me a long time to go to sleep that night.

After sneaking out of my room to clean up, I’d come back to the room to find Banner knocked out.

He’d been on his back, softly snoring, arm up high over his head as if, even in sleep, he was making room for me.

I carefully closed and locked the door and stared at the bed as I realized the magnitude of what I’d just done.

And it felt… right.

For the first time in a long time, I knew that tomorrow when I woke up, I’d be happy. I wouldn’t worry about going to school, because I knew when I got there, Banner would be at my side.Chapter 16

Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.

-my dick any time Perry is around.

Banner

I wasn’t sure what I expected when I woke up the next morning, but Perry to be long gone from her bed, and the door to be wide ass open? Definitely not one of them.

I realized why the door was wide-ass open about ten minutes later after I was partially-dressed and I had my teeth brushed—thank God Perry had some extras in her bathroom cabinets, or we’d be making a pitstop at my place before school.

Walking down the stairs, I made sure to be extra quiet in case Perry’s parents were still home, but when I got down there, I found her standing at the kitchen sink in only my t-shirt. She was spooning a generous amount of peanut butter out of the jar.

“Damn,” I said as I looked at the scoop. “Why don’t you just get a bowl?”

She rolled her eyes and started to lick the peanut butter off of the spoon.

“It’s only a spoonful,” she said between licks.

I walked forward, took the peanut butter container from her, and then started opening drawers until I found the one I was looking for.