The Biggest Licker - Page 477

I couldn’t agree more. “Yes. Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me hard.”

He does, pounding into me over and over until I feel like I’m about to explode. And as he swells inside me, his cock becoming impossibly thicker, I feel myself clenching and pulsing, an electric current running through my body, setting off sparks as I cum so damn hard. And Evan’s coming too. Pumping deep inside me while we both cry out in pleasure.

I gasp for breath, my body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm, and then he’s there beside me, scooping me up and cradling me against him.

Oh my god. I just had sex with Evan Anderson.

I laugh. It seems impossible.

He nuzzles my neck. “That was incredible.”

I sigh contentedly. “I think I saw stars.” I angle my head to look at him, shaking it with disbelief. “Well, one, anyway.”

He kisses my shoulder. “Just wait, baby. I have big plans for you. I’m not going to let you out of this bed for any reason until I have to leave for my show tomorrow night.”

Gravity is playing back-to-back sold-out shows because they’re so huge.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

He makes good on it. And I go to his show the next day, watching from backstage. Then we go back and do it all over again.

Ana & Oliver

Ana

I scroll through my phone, looking for something fun to do later after school. It’s going to be a long freaking day. I hate the first day of classes. It’s always just a bunch of introductions and syllabus handouts. I’d much rather stay in bed.

Sighing, I glance up and look around me on the train. It would be a whole lot easier to live on campus instead of at my sister’s place out in Brooklyn. It’s a lot closer to all the action. I love going to NYU. Well, all except the classes part.

My eyes pause on a man sitting across from me reading on an e-reader. Short cropped hair, just a bit longer on top like he’s going for professional but not quite there. Wire-rimmed glasses, button up shirt, and a man bag sitting near his feet scream that the dude is a grad student. Probably in the psych department, if I had to guess.

As if he feels my scrutiny, he glances up from whatever he’s reading—probably some Freudian mumbo jumbo—and his eyes lock with mine.

I feel all the breath fly from my lungs. Holy hell. Those eyes. They’re the deepest brown. Almost black. And they’re looking at me as if he can see straight through me. I feel like I’m being sucked right in.

Then he smiles, slow and knowing, a flash of straight white teeth that make me wonder what they’d feel like scraping along my skin.

Shaking myself, stunned by the instant jolt of awareness swirling between us, I quirk my lips up in a grin.

“You a student?” His voice is smooth and strong, and it rolls over me like honey.

I arch a brow. “Is it obvious?”

He gestures at my body, and I look down, confused.

Yeah, I guess I exude that college girl vibe. Cutoff shorts and an NYU t-shirt, flip-flops, and hair pulled back in a messy bun like I can’t be bothered to take the time to put more effort into my appearance for a class. Which, of course, is totally true. Maybe it’s the backpack that’s the dead giveaway.

I smile and tip my head to the side, tapping my finger to my cheek as if I don’t already have him pegged. “Let me guess. Grad student. Psychology. Going for your doctorate.”

He lets out a baffled laugh. “How the hell could you know that?”

So maybe human nature fascinates me. Especially the way the mind works. Most people write me off as a party girl. Ana, the girl who doesn’t take anything seriously except finding the next good time. They aren’t wrong.

But that’s only because my take on the human condition is that you better live your life while you can. Don’t waste a second. Live in the moment. That’s my motto. Something I constantly struggle to get my friend Tatum to do.

As for reading this guy? That’s something that seems to come naturally. The whole world is like a huge social experiment to me, and I’ve become a pro, my fascination with observation making reading people second nature.

My grin widens, and I make sure to show my dimples, knowing guys are suckers for them. “So, I’m right?”

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