Greek (Palm South University)

Picks. Me. Up.

And throws me into the pillows, dropping down on top of me before the mattress has even adjusted to the weight. He kisses me hard and long, our teeth clashing, and then he’s trailing little bites and sucks of skin all the way down.

Before I can prepare for it, he drags the flat of his tongue along my slick pussy, groaning as he laps up my desire. “Fuck, I never forgot how much I loved breakfast in bed with you.”

“It’s nighttime,” I remind him.

“It’s after midnight, technically. And besides,” he adds with a quirk of his brow. “Haven’t you ever had breakfast for dinner?”

He steals my breath to answer with another lash of his tongue, and then his fingers are spreading me wide, creating better access for him to tease and suck my clit.

It’s fire and ice, my body heating to unbearable temperatures before a chill shudders through me, over and over again.

He knows just how to lick me, suck me, touch me.

And I know before we even get there that he knows just how to fuck me, too.

For a split second, a flash of guilt surges in my stomach. It’s so fierce I sit up and grab Jarrett, but then it’s gone, replaced by the hunger raging through me as Jarrett takes that as his cue that I’ve had enough foreplay and am ready for him to be inside me.

He answers the plea by grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him, and then he pushes my feet toward my face, like I’m doing the fucking happy baby yoga pose.

“Hold on,” he says, waiting until I grab my feet — literally the yoga pose.

Then, he presses up onto his knees, grabs the condom I didn’t realize he’d slapped on the bedside table, and rolls it on.

“Spread,” he commands, and I pull harder on my feet, opening myself completely. I mean, there is no more vulnerable position for me to be in. I’m spread with my vagina just waiting there, catching a draft, my legs restrained by my own strength like a good little girl.

I shiver as he lowers himself down once more, just long enough to slick his tongue over my asshole, my pussy, sucking my clit long and hard and releasing it with a yelp from my lips.

Then, he’s at my entrance, one hand holding my thigh as the other presses the tip of his cock inside me.

And he nails it home.

I gasp at the sensation, at the fullness of him inside me, at the forbidden juiciness of not having him for so long, of him somehow being off-limits and yet never anyone else’s but mine.

Jarrett groans when he withdraws and presses inside again, feeling every inch of me taking him in. “I hope you’re as ready as I am,” he breathes like he’s in pain. “Because I’m not going to last long.”

He slips out and back in, finding a rhythm — slow at first as he reaches down and strokes my clit with his thumb. He knows just how to circle, just where to apply the pressure so it builds my orgasm without hitting any too-sensitive spots.

It’s like fucking magic, how fast I build for him, how fast my heart races and blood pumps right where I need it.

“Come on,” is all he says, and as if that invitation was what I was waiting for, I explode, holding onto my feet even tighter and spreading my legs wide enough to know I’ll be sore in the morning. My glutes clench as I ride the wave, reaching for more, begging for the orgasm not to recede too early.

Jarrett takes my moans as permission to find his own release, and I’m glad Erin is with Bear tonight when he comes, because his screams are as loud as mine, the deep baritone of his voice rumbling off the walls like a fucking lion’s roar.

I don’t have time to come down, to pant, to wrap my slick body around him and laugh at how fast we both came. As soon as he finishes, Jarrett pulls out, disposes of the condom in the trashcan by my bed, and rolls another one back on in its place.

I gape at the sight, and he just arches a brow, smirking at my dumbfounded expression.

“I know you didn’t think one round would be enough,” he says, shaking his head before descending on me like a predator. “It’s been too long since I’ve touched you, kissed you,” he says, pressing his lips to mine before he whispers, “fucked you. I’m nowhere near satiated.”

My body heats to life again at his words, at how much this man desires me, how badly he craves my body. And with another bruising kiss and lust-drunk moan, Jarrett flips me, pulling me into his lap.

He grabs my hips and guides me down, my sore, wet pussy opening for him once again.