“If you don’t put that impressive phallus of yours inside me right now, I’m going to... to—”
Glancing up at her from my happy place between her thighs, I asked, “You’re going to what?”
“I’m going to eat all the cookies.”
“Not a problem, babe. I’ll have you for dessert.”
The cute way she growled my name would have cracked me up except for the naughty dare that came into her eyes the second before she put her hands on her tits. When she went to town rolling and tugging those pretty girls for my viewing pleasure, I had no choice but to give her what we both desperately wanted.
Grasping my dick, I rubbed the tip over her clit, and she leaned up on her elbows to watch. Then she rolled her hips—a not-so-subtle request for me to stop teasing. I didn’t know what turned me on more, her stunningly responsive body or her impatience to have me inside her. I’d dreamed about having sex with Chessly, but the reality was so much hotter, and I hadn’t even made it inside her yet.
Then I pushed in and, oh,fuck.
“Chess, are you okay? You’re so incredibly tight. Jesus.”
Widening her thighs and tilting her hips, she invited me deeper. “There is a lot of you, Finn.” She let out a tiny satisfied sigh. “And you feel amazing. Keep going.”
I pulled out a bit and thrust in deeper. Her tight heat gripping my cock drove all rational thought from my head. Thrusting again, and yet again, I seated myself to my balls inside her utterly perfect pussy. When she started pulsing around me, she left me no choice but to move, and soon I was pounding into her. She flattened her hands on the headboard, those sounds coming from her spurring me on.
“Chess, come, please. Please, baby, I need you to come.”
“Clit,” she ground out through her teeth.
I pressed my thumb to that sweet little nub and watched in wonder as she climaxed like Fourth of July fireworks. Her eyes held mine for a long second before she arched up, her head fell back, and she keened my name directly into the wall behind the headboard.
A couple of short thrusts later, I shouted my release to the ceiling and collapsed on top of her, my breath sawing in and out of me like a freight train. As the aftershocks rolled through her, she clamped down hard on me, forcing me to move again inside her, and I swear I experienced a second mini-orgasm.
Holyfuck.
Catching the sound of Chess sipping air, I groaned and rolled onto my back, taking her with me. I wasn’t ready yet to pull out and end the connection I’d forged with this girl. Never in my life could I have prepared for the way she wrung me inside out then pulled me back into shape better than I was before.
When our breathing returned to something resembling normal, I rolled her to my side so I could tie off and trash the condom. Then I cuddled her close, my fingers drawing lazy patterns on the soft skin of her arm. After all the noise we’d been making, the aftermath in my room was weirdly silent.
“I didn’t plan for this to happen today,” I whispered into the quiet.
“Me neither,” she whispered back.
Tipping my head up to look into her face, I asked, “Are you sorry?”
She huffed out a laugh. “Not even a little bit.”
Letting my head drop back onto the pillow, I relaxed. “Me neither.” I grinned. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
“Confession.”
I tensed again.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever come when a man’s gone down on me.”
I tipped my head up to look at her again. “For real?”
Nodding against my chest, she said, “For real. I’ve never really even enjoyed a guy going down on me.” She traced her fingers through the hair on my chest. “Until you. That was—wow. And then you topped it.” She mumbled the next part, but I heard it anyway. “I have no idea what to do with you now.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chessly
After the mostepic sex of my life—he hadn’t promised that, but he’d certainly delivered—surprisingly, we fell back into the easy friendship we’d been forming over the past few months since the semester started. One might think from watching and listening to us that we were an established couple rather than whatever we were. I hadn’t figured that out yet.
