“You came.”
“I had to wait to make sure your window stayed open.”
“Huh?”
“I was down there the entire time, Laylah. Open, close, open close.”
She chuckled.
The moment he stood, she grabbed his jacket and kissed him.
His hands went straight to her ass, pulling her close. Her first instinct was to push him away, but at the same time, she didn’t want to. She wanted to know what it would feel like to be next to him. To have him touch her.
She liked how his hands cupped her ass.
Running her fingers beneath his jacket, she shoved it past his shoulders and he let her go long enough to get it off his body. As she walked back, the bed made her fall, and Blue followed her down. His large palm cupped her cheek. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
His cock pressed against her core. Even through their clothing, she felt how hard he was.
She whimpered. He trailed his lips down to her neck, sucking on her pulse. Heat suffused her entire body. Closing her eyes, she arched up.
“Fuck, Laylah, you have no idea what you do to me.”
She opened her eyes to stare into his. Licking her lips, she reached for his hand, and slowly, hesitantly, she placed it on her breast.
For a few seconds, they didn’t do anything. They just stared at each other. No movement. No blinking. Just their deep breaths. Then, like pulling out of a trance, Blue squeezed her tit and she groaned, arching up toward him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He kissed her neck. “I have to say, you’ve got a sexy taste in nightwear.”
“Oh, shut up,” she said with a giggle.
He opened each button of her shirt. Her heart raced as he did this slowly. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Blue pushed her shirt past her shoulders and she nibbled on her lip, waiting for his reaction.
He groaned. “Fuck.”
“Are you going to keep saying that?”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about these.” He stroked the tips of his fingers over her tits. “And they’re even better than I could have imagined.”
“You imagined me?”
“I’ve got a very wild imagination. I’ve seen you coming to me, Laylah, begging me to fuck you.”
She whimpered. “Really?”
“Yeah, and what’s more, I’m hungry for every single morsel you’ll give me.” He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
She arched up, crying out at the instant hit of pleasure rushing around her body.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
She wasn’t ready for him to stop at all. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to get some kind of friction against her core.
Blue wouldn’t let her. He pressed a knee between her thighs, moving it up to rub against her core. She whimpered his name, crying out from the pulse and beat of pleasure.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
She nodded her head. Just because she was a virgin didn’t mean she didn’t understand him.
Slowly, he trailed his lips down her body.
Nerves assaulted her as he got to the top of her pajama bottoms.
Excitement rushed through her even as she was nervous, but he pulled her bottoms down her body, exposing her to him. When he looked at her, she felt a confidence rush through her that she hadn’t experienced before.
He spread her thighs wide and when he moved a little closer, she closed her thighs with a frown. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to do something to you that you’re going to be thinking about for days to come.” He winked at her. “Trust me, Laylah. You’re going to love this.”
She doubted it, but she didn’t know why she lowered her knees.
He moved closer. She kept on watching him.
Then his tongue teased across her clit and fire shot through her body. It was intense, instant, and damn it, she’d never felt anything so amazing as his tongue teased her pussy, awakening a need within her that she didn’t think was possible.
Blue wasn’t wrong. There was no way she was going to be forgetting about this any time soon.
Chapter Seven
The following week, Blue watched his girl as she did track during the gym class.
Mitchell threw a towel at him, which hit his head.
“Will you stop looking like a damn lovesick puppy? It’s gross, dude. Chicks are going to start demanding more from us than a simple fuck.”
He threw the towel back. “Shut up.”
“I get it. You’re happy that you’ve finally got your girl, but we’ve got reps to think about.”
“I can’t help it if I’m happy.” He couldn’t resist another glance over at her. She was bent over with John and Becky.
He hated running track, but the shirt she wore left nothing to the imagination, and he could think of a whole lot of stuff he wanted to do to her.
The taste of her pussy… He could still think of her coming on his tongue. Since then, they hadn’t been alone, but he’d used the memory to work his cock each time he was in the shower. He’d been taking a lot of showers.