“Hen—drix …” She moans, now bouncing her pussy right on my tongue. “Fuck … I’m …”
I feel her begin to quiver, and she squeezes me roughly, greedily pulling me deeper. I don’t need to lick her because she’s doing all the fucking work and taking exactly what she needs from me. So, I let her because, goddamn, it’s fucking sexy.
As she tries to silence her loud moans, rocking harder against my mouth, my balls begin to tingle, but I try to relax because there’s no fucking way I’m about to come in my pants simply from eating Isla Hardy’s pussy.
I’m proven wrong, and my vision grows blurry as my cock erupts, shooting hot cum right into my boxers, dripping down my dick. A loud groan, mixed with a whimper, erupts from my throat, but thank fuck, she’s still riding my face so hard that it’s silenced.
I’ve hooked up with my fair share of girls, yet I’ve never fucking come in my pants without even having my dick stroked.
All I know is, I’m appreciative as hell that my sweatpants are black because if not, how the fuck would I sneak out of the field house today and not have everyone see a huge wet spot on my crotch?
Isla’s movements slow, and while holding her legs, I feel her body grow more rigid by the second. She scurries off me,blinking a few times while staring down. And just like I knew she would, she’s slowly coming back to reality—instantly regretting what just happened between us.
Because in reality … Isla Hardy doesn’t ride the faces of bad boys like me.
“I …” she breathes out. “I need to go.”
Swallowing thickly, she reaches down and grabs her panties and leggings before yanking them back on and stepping into her sandals faster than I’ve ever seen anyone dress before. I stand up, wanting nothing more than to change my fucking sweats.
She looks at me, but her eyes dart away from mine as soon as they meet.
“I need to go,” she repeats, quickly smoothing her wild, curly hair out with her fingers and pulling it into a low ponytail. “Thank you for … whatever. But … I can’t be in here … with you.”
I open my mouth to say something to make her feel better, but before any words come out, she’s gone. And the only sound I hear is her sandals against the hallway as she runs. She fucking runs away.
I told her I’d give her something to regret, and I guess I did.
THREE
ISLA
EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER
“I can’t believemy baby is already a sophomore in college,” my mom says, looking at my dad with a pouty expression. “I’m old.We’reold.”
I don’t even need my dad to answer to know what he’s going to do or say. And just like I could have predicted, he pulls her against him, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
“We are not. And Addy, you’re still the hottest chick I know.”
My mom, Addison, giggles with flushed cheeks, and I roll my eyes, even though it doesn’t bother me. They’ve been like this for most of my life, and it beats the alternative of them hating each other, like so many of my friends’ parents do.
“Ew, stop.”
I turn around before he lays a big kiss on her because even though I’m used to it, it’s still kind of gross to watch them kiss.
I look up at the house that is known as The Nest—a huge home that’s practically a mansion. It looks a bit run-down with its chipped paint and crooked stairs, but the beautiful lawn and porch help its appearance for sure.
This house is a bit unconventional compared to the house I lived in while at my previous college. Instead of just holding hockey players inside, it houses some of NE University’s best female athletes from all different sports. Which is good because my friend Haven is on the softball team and will be staying here too.
Four or five houses down, a bunch of guys act like morons on the lawn in front of one of the male versions of The Nest, called The Tower, and next to that house is another filled with jocks, called The Lookout.
Instantly, my dad eyes them over, narrowing his gaze.
“Not gonna lie, I. I don’t love that the female athletes’ house is on the same fucking street as the male ones.” He shakes his head, watching them as they continue to goof off. “Fucking idiots,” he scoffs. “Don’t get caught up in that, okay?” He looks at me. “You have to be careful of college athletes. Some of them are only looking for one thing.”
My mom nudges me, giggling. “Trust me, your dad would know.” She pats his shoulder. “You know, babe, she is twenty years old now. Do you remember what you were doing when you were twenty and a sophomore in college?”
His face visibly pales, and he swallows, giving The Tower one last look. “Don’t remind me,” he utters, turning toward my new home. “All right, kiddo, let’s get you inside.” His voice drops lower. “Before I change my mind and decide to buy a house across the street or something.”
