“Where’s the line, Blue?” I ask, pulling back to search her face.
Her lips curve into a grin. “If we’re using your baseball analogy, how do you feel about third base?”
“Damn good!”
“Then let’s go to your room.”
Fuck. I’m so hard I might not be able to walk, but I’ll crawl if I have to. Lexie in my bed is something I’ve been fantasizing about on the daily for weeks, and it’s finally going to happen. I walk her backward, tugging her hair free of the band to run my hands through the strands. Then I yank her sweatshirt up over the curve of her ass, finding cotton panties.
When we reach the room, she steps away to remove her glasses and pulls the top over her head. I dim the lights low enough for ambiance but bright enough to still see every delicious inch of her.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
The shape of her full breasts is visible beneath her cotton bra, decorated with little pink bows that match her panties. She puts her hands on my chest, her teeth grazing my lower lip. I rub my palm over her belly and glance down at her nipples, straining the fabric.
“Take it off.” My voice is rough.
She reaches for the hem of my tank and slides it up.
“I meant your bra.”
“I know. But you first.” I help her get it off, her warm hands roving over my chest and down my stomach, going to the waistband of my sweatpants. She undoes the string, and lust tightens my spine.
“Lex,” I warn.
“Fine.” Her grin dissolves into a moan when I press my mouth to hers again.
“Take it off,” I repeat.
She removes her bra, and ah, fuck. Her tits are peaches and cream, round and softly sloped.
“Touch them.”
She hesitates for only a moment, her chest moving in and out. Her hair brushes her shoulders as she places her hands beneath the curves, squeezing them, then plucking the hard nipples. Hot eyes on me, lips parted, releasing soft pants.
My dick throbs. I could come just from watching her. But that’s not my plan. I grasp her hip in one hand, my other palming her breast as my lips fasten around her nipple with a firm tug.
“Chaz,” she gasps, driving her fingers into my hair, holding my head against her while her little mewling noises flood me with heat.
I move my hand from her hip to between her legs. She’s warm and wet through her panties. I fall to my knees and pull them over her hips, dragging them down to her ankles. She kicksthem off, and I kiss my way back up her long, silky legs, rubbing my hands up the backs of her thighs to cup and squeeze her ass. My eyes are fixed on her bare pussy. She’s not shaved; instead, she’s cropped low to the skin.
“Christ, I want you.” I press a kiss to her mons and, standing, yank down the comforter and ease her onto the sheets. Her breasts are pinkened from my mouth and beard. She’s all flushed and naked, and I can’t stop staring at her.
She pulls me on top, kissing me, swirling her tongue against mine. Her hands are on a mission, racing down my torso and inside my pants. She wraps her fingers around my cock. I stop thinking. My body tenses as I thrust into her tight, warm fist several times. Afraid I’m going to lose it, I remove her hand and kiss her palm.
“I need to touch you. Feel you all wet and hot for me.”
“Touch me,” she urges, settling back against the pillows.
She looks like a goddess with her tousled hair, eyes glazed, and lips crooked with a come-and-get-me smile.
I lower onto the bed beside her. Run my hand over her breasts, her stomach, and between her legs. She’s warm and soft all over. I roll my tongue around her nipple, tasting vanilla and Lexie. Her hand grips my hair again as my fingers spread apart her lips—her lower lips.
“Damn,” I murmur, her legs falling open, giving me greater access. “Can I finger-fuck you, baby?”
“Yes . . . ohhh.” The moan catches in her throat as I slide one finger inside her.
My eyes close for a moment just to concentrate on how tight and juicy she is around that one digit.
