The Junior (College Years 3)
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I’m gonna make you hotter,” I warn her, scooting down so I can rain kisses across her chest, just above her tank top. “You’ll be burning up in a few minutes.”
“Is that a promise?” She sounds so hopeful.
“That’s a fucking guarantee.” I shove her tank top up over her breasts, diving in so I can feast on them. Her nipples drive me out of my mind with lust. I suck and lick and bite. I pinch and nibble and flick my tongue over them. I kiss the valley between her breasts, then slide down her body, kissing her stomach. Her cute little belly button. The sensitive skin just beneath it.
With hurried fingers, I tug her panties down and she helps me, getting rid of them in seconds. I run my hands along the inside of her thighs, spreading them wide, kissing her everywhere but on her glistening pussy.
She rests her hands on top of my head, trying to guide me, but I resist. She groans in frustration and I lap at her clit. One quick flick of my tongue before I move away, kissing the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.
“You’re mean,” she whispers.
“It’ll be worth it,” I murmur against her skin.
“You better deliver,” she says, her voice stronger. As if she’s trying to threaten me.
Ha. She’s funny.
“Just you wait. I’m about to make you come so hard you’ll see stars,” I promise, shifting down to kiss the inside of her knees.
“Ooh, promise?” She rakes her fingers through my hair and I glance up, meeting her gaze. She’s watching me with an unfamiliar emotion in her eyes and a foreign feeling rises up in me, making me pause.
What the hell is happening to me right now?
Twenty-Four
Gracie
He is driving me crazy in the absolute best way.
Teasing licks and touches. His mouth so very, very close to where I want him. He pauses for a moment, his head lifting, gaze meeting mine. He stares at me for a beat, sliding his hand up at the same time, and it finds mine. He entwines our fingers, as if he needs the connection, just before he dips his head and runs his tongue through my folds.
I arch my back, seeking that magical tongue, needing more of it. He licks and sucks, his free hand moving between my legs to spread me open. I watch him the entire time, entranced with what he’s doing, how he seems to actually enjoy it, relishing my taste and response.
This man is just…a complete surprise. All the joking and sexual innuendos almost feel like a façade. A wall to the real Caleb, hiding behind the dirty comments and silly smirks. This guy has fucking depth.
Who knew?
Maybe I just didn’t give him enough credit.
Wait, I definitely didn’t give him enough credit.
He lets go of my hand to slip a finger deep inside me. I’m wet and open and I can hear his finger move as he pushes it in and out. I close my eyes, lost in the sensations of his fingers and mouth. It feels so good. I’m already on the verge of an orgasm, and usually it takes me a while.
But it’s like I get with Caleb and he turns me into this needy, horny addict. It’s so wild. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always had a healthy sexual appetite, but now that Caleb and I have broken past the barriers and given in to our attraction?
It’s like all I want is for him to touch me. Fuck me. Whatever. Whenever.
His tongue increases its pace and he adds another finger. My hand lands on the top of his head and I give his hair a tug, nudging him to the exact spot I want him.
“Right here?” he asks, his voice muffled.
“Yesss…” Oh God, he hits me right where I want him and I’m glad I’m not shy. You must show them where you want them and thankfully Caleb is a quick learner. He puts all of his effort on my clit while slightly curling his fingers inside me, nudging a spot that has me…yep.
Seeing stars.
Just as he promised.