The Freshman (College Years 1)
“Good. Then ravish me, my stoic, virginal duke,” I tease.
He rolls his eyes, and then he does the craziest thing.
Without warning he reaches for me, picking me up and slinging my entire body over his shoulder. I can’t help the shriek that escapes me, and I smack the solid wall that is his back as he takes me to the bed and dumps me unceremoniously on the mattress. I practically bounce when I hit the thing, and I push my hair out of my face, ready to give him shit, but the words get stuck in my throat when I see what he’s doing.
He tugs the black T-shirt off, revealing a lean yet muscular chest. The boy has abs. A six pack, and I stare at them, tempted to lick all over his stomach and search those muscular ridges of flesh. His jeans gape a little at the waist, revealing nothing but a shadow beneath and anticipation curls within me.
Pretty sure Tony has the best bod out of any dude I’ve ever been with.
I lie back on the bed in just my panties and watch him, unable to fight the smile curling my lips. He smiles in return, reaching for the drawer on the bedside table and pulling it open, yanking out a box of condoms. He sets it on top of the table and I check the label.
“Twenty-four?” My brows shoot up. “Someone’s hopeful.”
“Uh huh.” He reaches for the snap on his jeans and undoes it, getting rid of them in seconds. Not sure when he took off his shoes, but it doesn’t matter.
He’s standing before me in just his boxer briefs, and it’s a glorious sight. Especially the way his cock strains against the black fabric.
“Want me to be honest?” he asks.
“Of course,” I say with a nod.
“I’m worried the second I get inside you, I’ll come.” His gaze sweeps over my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My heart constricts at his confession and the compliment. “I can help with that. Get over here.” I pat the empty space on the mattress beside me.
He joins me, crawling onto the bed. Crawling over me, until his face is in front of mine and our bodies are lined up perfectly. “Like this?” he whispers, just before he kisses me.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me, needing the warmth. The weight. He’s deliciously heavy and I wind my legs around his, rubbing the heel of my foot against the back of his hairy calf. I noticed he has a little bit of hair on his chest too, and there was a dark trail of it that led from the bottom of his navel to beneath his boxer briefs.
I want to follow that trail with my tongue. I want to do all sorts of things to him.
All of them deliciously dirty.
Nineteen
Tony
Maybe it was a mistake, being honest with Hayden. Yes, I’ve done a lot with other girls, even Sophie. Even Hayden. Pretty much everything you can think of sexually—except for that one thing. I’ve never really felt like a virgin before until this very moment, when I confessed I actually was.
Dumb, right? It’s no big deal. I’m only eighteen. But then again, it’s a huge deal, because I have no idea what it feels like to sink inside a woman and fuck her. To come inside her—come inside a condom, whatever. I’ve fingered girls. I’ve gone down on one. I’ve received a couple of blow jobs. I’ve been given hand jobs. I’ve grinded and dry humped a few too.
But yeah. Never the real deal. And here is Hayden, with far more sexual experience than me, and a confidence that I can’t help but find incredibly attractive. She’s unlike any girl I’ve ever been with before.
There’s the difference. I need to stop thinking of her as a girl. She’s a woman. She’s a twenty-year-old woman who is the sexiest thing ever, and I can’t wait to see what she’s going to do to help me with my potential lack of control.
Shifting, I try to keep my weight off of her so I don’t crush her into the mattress. But she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s wound herself all around me, and when our lips meet in a hungry kiss, she somehow uses her strength and rolls us on our sides so that we’re facing each other, our mouths still fused. Our hands still busy. Her legs clamp around my hips and then she’s moving us yet again, so now she’s on top of me and I’m lying flat on my back.
I might’ve also gone willingly. No surprise.
She breaks the kiss and rises above me, resting her hands on my chest, her gaze warm as she studies me. “Last Saturday wasn’t your first blow job, was it? I wasn’t even giving you my best.”
Damn. If that wasn’t her best, I can’t wait to see what she has in store for me tonight.
I slowly shake my head, reaching for her. She bats my hands away. “I want to touch you.”
“Nope.” Hayden circles her hips, rubbing herself against my cock. My eyes almost cross, it feels so good. “This is all about you right now.”
Grinning, I cross my arms behind my head, as if I have all the time in the world. “Can’t wait.”