King of Campus

As I do, her hand fists the top of my shirt as if to keep me anchored in place. After a few heated moments, I finally pull back. We’re both soaking wet. Hell, water is puddling in my Timberlands since I just stepped out of the lake and I’m still fully dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt.

“I guess we’ll have to borrow some of my dad’s clothes and throw these in the dryer.”

Her eyes hold mine for just a moment before she says with just enough heat to have my cock twitching in my shorts. “Or maybe we just throw them in the dryer.”

Before I’m even able to process the words, she grabs the hem of her shirt before slowly dragging the drenched material over her head. Feeling suddenly paralyzed, all I can do is stand there with my breath caught in my throat as she begins unbuttoning the red little shorts that are currently plastered against her tight tummy and hip bones.

Have I mentioned just how amazingly long those sexy little shorts make her legs look?

Like they go on for miles and miles.

Still holding my eyes, she steps out of the shorts until she’s standing in nothing more than a lacy pale pink bra and a tiny frothy scrap of material I’m going to guess are panties.

Holy shit this girl is hot. All the saliva in my mouth instantly dries as my eyes eat her alive. Even though my cargo shorts are freezing cold, I’m now sporting a massive hard on.

She glances down at the boots still adorning her feet. “I guess it’s not so sexy with these on, huh?”

My gaze falls to the tan leather Timberlands strapped to her feet before slowly traveling up her toned athletic body. “Actually,” I swallow thickly, “its way sexier than you can even imagine.” I’m not lying either. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.

One side of her mouth tilts up at my horse sounding words. Her eyes take on this sexy light as if she knows her own sex appeal and enjoys flaunting it. And yeah… that’s freaking hot as well.

“So… would it be even sexier if I took off the bra and underwear?”

Damn, I can’t tell if she’s fucking with me or not.

I’m barely able to choke out the words as I imagine what that would look like. “God, yes.”

The smile slowly falls from her lips as she reaches around her narrow body and unclasps the back of her lacy little bra. As it snaps apart, the thin straps torment me by sliding oh-so-leisurely down her arms until her breasts are finally bared.

I’m not going to lie- I’ve been fantasizing about what Ivy looked like since she slammed into me on campus. What I find is even better than my imagination could possibly conjure, because standing before me is absolute fucking perfection. I didn’t think I could get any harder. I was wrong. I’m so stiff it’s actually painful. And the last thing I need is to freaking come in my shorts like some goddamn prepubescent teenager.

How fucking humiliating would that be?

Yeah, we’re not even going to go there.

Her breasts are small, tight, and slightly rounded. They’re topped with gorgeous little blush colored nipples that are already thrusting out at me as if begging for attention. I just want to wrap my lips around one of them and suckle it into my mouth. Then I want to lick and suck the other rosy bud until she’s moaning to feel my hot mouth everywhere else on her tight willowy body. I must groan or something because fire suddenly leaps into her eyes as if she’s just as turned on and impatient as I am.

Which, let me tell you, isn’t possible.

Before I can babble out some kind of ridiculous nonsense about thanking god or her or someone for the amazing moment I’m having here, she wiggles her way out of that little pink scrap of fabric covering up the only part of her my eyes haven’t touched. As she kicks them off, I realize it’s a teeny tiny thong.

Once again my gaze slides greedily down her gorgeous body. Long and lean. A flat belly that dips in at her hip bones and…

I swallow thickly as my eyes slide down to her gorgeous pussy.

Two words for you- completely bare.

Which is sexy as fuck.

I want to plow my hand through my hair, but I don’t. Instead I whip off my shirt before tossing it somewhere over my shoulder. Then my trembling fingers… yeah, for fuck’s sake, my fingers are actually shaking, I fumble around with the belt before unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. They crash to the ground at my feet before I hastily kick them away. When I’m in nothing more than my boxer briefs, I quickly unlace my boots.

When both my boots and socks have been tossed aside, I look up at her standing before me in nothing more than her Timberlands.

Goddamn, that’s one sexy mental snapshot.