Ritual - Palm South University

“Not yet,” I admit. “But… I’m hoping this can kind of be the start of that. And I want you to be a part of it.”

She peeks up at me from where I hold her then, a soft smile on her lips. “I think it sounds fun.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Yeah. I’ll let the girls know.” Then, she presses her soft, warm lips to mine, leaving them there long enough to send blood rushing to my groin. “Now, you ready to make true on your promise to hold me and kiss me and touch me tonight?”

I groan, rolling her over until I’m pressed between her thighs, hiking one up high so I can nestle into her heat. “I’ve been ready since the second I walked through that door.”

Becca answers me with her hands on my face, pulling me into her kiss, her heel digging into my ass and pulling me in closer. I roll my hips against her heat, and she shudders, gasping into my mouth which is enough to have my erection straining against my basketball shorts.

We took it slow for so long, that even a kiss has me hard and ready to go, and the memory of the first time I tasted her at the beginning of the semester makes me even harder. She was so slick and tight, and the thought of tasting her again is too much to resist.

I kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, helping her sit up enough for me to slide my hoodie over her head, and groaning in appreciation when I see she’s not wearing anything under it. Immediately, I drop down on my hands on either side of her, bending to suck and kiss the soft skin of her swelled breasts. Her dark nipples pebble under the touch, and I gently bite each one, sucking the peaks between my teeth.

I’m on my way down her navel, ready to spend the rest of the night, and maybe the rest of my life, with my mouth between her legs when she grabs my shoulders to stop me.

“Bear…”

Her eyes hold mine, her mouth parted, chest heaving. And I know without her saying a word what she wants.

“Tonight?”

She nods, and I don’t miss the hard swallow, the way her heart picks up its pace under my lips when I kiss her breast again.

Slowly, I peel her leggings off, dropping them on the floor and taking a moment to kiss up and down her thighs, her calves, even the bones of her ankles. She’s completely naked and writhing under my touch, and I allow myself the pleasure of torturing her until she’s shoving me to stand up and ripping my clothes off, too.

When we’re both bare, she opens her bed table drawer and pulls out a golden foil package, ripping it open without haste and sliding the condom over my length.

It’s the first time she’s touched me, and her hand rolling that latex over me is nearly enough to make me come already.

I groan, holding her wrist to keep her there even once the condom is in place. Her eyes widen, and she looks up at me through heavy lashes, squeezing a little more, wrapping her small fist around my shaft as best she can.

“Does that feel good?” she whispers, and that from her mouth has me groaning and flexing into her hand, my climax building before I’ve even pressed my tip inside her.

“Yes, baby. Grip it tighter.”

She answers my demand, and her lips find my neck on the next thrust into her hand, leaving me biting my lip and imagining how good it’s going to feel to finally fuck her after months of taking it slow.

“Do you want me to suck it?” Becca asks in my ear, and I swear to God I have to yank back and throw her on the bed because I feel my orgasm edging for release. She smiles wickedly at me, balanced on her elbows, her legs falling open, perfect brown pussy waiting.

“I don’t fuck the way I eat,” I say, grabbing her by the hips and yanking her down until her ass is hanging off the bed. I grab my cock in my hand, stroking it once before I line it up at her entrance, both of us moaning at the feel of her slick heat covering the tip. “This won’t be gentle.”

“Shut up and fuck me already.”

I answer with a slam of my hips, filling her to the brim, and she cries out in what I know is both a mixture of ecstasy and pain. And it’s not that I want to hurt her. It’s just that I don’t know how else to take her but hard, fast, and rough — my favorite fucking way.

I groan at the feel of her tight pussy wrapping around me, withdrawing and sinking back into her even deeper. Becca’s back arches off the bed, fingers wrapping in the sheets and twisting, neck exposed.