She nods, her gaze flicking between my eyes as I grab her wrist to swivel her around. “Panties and bra off. Put your hands on the table and whatever you do, don’t move them.”
I reach my hand behind my neck to remove my shirt and chuck it to the floor. I kick my pants off after I grab a condom from my wallet and prop it behind my ear. I plan on being as safe as possible with her, but first…
I grip the base of my cock with one hand and pump as my other moves to her ass cheek.Smack.So goddamn thick and juicy.
She jumps, but I don’t go easy on her.
I swat her again, thethwackof my hand against her leaving a red handprint on her ivory skin.
“This ass,” I groan, giving it a squeeze. “So fucking nice.”
When she pushes back, I follow and watch as each of her cheeks jumps the tiniest bit. Like she’s tightening her muscles for me.
“You keep doing that and your pretty little ass will be scarlet from teasing me,” I warn her.
She smirks at me over her shoulder. “Maybe that’s the point.”
Dirty fucking girl.
I watch as she moves for me again, manipulating her ass in a way that has my eager cock longing to feel her pussy lips wrapped around it, and when I can’t take it, I push forward, moving my head over her slick cunt.
I need more. Namely her entire pussy filled with me while her ass grinds back into me. I nudge forward to tease my head along her entrance then drop to my knees behind her, spread herbutt cheeks, and drag my tongue from her clit back to her soaked pussy.
The pressure tangling in my lower spine threatens to combust with her taste lingering in my mouth. She’s sweet yet tangy. A salted caramel truffle of delight melting over my tongue.
It’s too good to pull away from, and I’m greedy, so I lick and take and devour until she’s grinding into me, squirming for a second release. When her orgasm blankets her, I drink that up, too.
My hand rubs up her spine, and I grip the back of her neck, smirking over her hands still flat against the table. “Ready for this?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, her features absolutely fucking mesmerizing with the glow of her orgasm tinting her cheeks. “Stop making me wait.”
“Next time I’ll make you taste yourself. That way you know just how delicious you are and why it’s taken this long to fill you.” I roll the condom on and slip my crown through her needy center, then all at once, I push into her, my cock pulsing from how goddamn tight she squeezes me.
She moans, strangled whimpers escaping her lips as I rock my hips into her. My hands naturally find her ass, gripping and kneading her from behind. Her chest flattens on the table and not being able to help myself, my hand rears back and smacks her ass again.
She stiffens for a split second. Her pussy tightens. My cock flinches in delight.
I reach forward, pull her hair band free and watch her hair fall down her back. A lick of sweat beads at my temple, and understandably so. I’m fucking the girl I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks, her pussy sucking me just right. More than that, it’s this connection we’ve bonded over since day one that has thepressure building steadily and surely as I wrap her hair around my fist and gently jerk her head up.
My stomach molds to her back as my thrusts find the perfect rhythm, the tension in my balls building as I press a kiss behind her ear. “Vi, you’re going to make me burst. Tell me it feels as good to you as it does for me.”
“Unmatched,” she whimpers as I forge forward with more speed behind my thrusts. “You fill me so good, Colson.”
I jut my hips into her once more before my orgasm grips me and drags me under. The pressure releases in spurts, and all at once, I’m both satisfied and hungrier than ever.
THIRTY-FIVE
VIOLET
I watchas the overhead fan spins, blowing cool air over my body, but my focus is a thousand percent on Colson’s strong arm keeping me close.
Did I expect him to seduce me on our study table?
Hell no.
I expected him to stay true to what he said in Harrison Heights. I could feel him pushing me away with each mile we drove, my heart twisting into a mess over it, but when he kissed me in the hall, I couldn’t help but melt into him.
We’ve been inevitable since the day we met, and I think he’s finally accepted that. This connection we have is meant to be explored, to be strengthened. Not torn down or ignored. I can only hope that he stays true to his words and actions, that he doesn’t let his insecurities win him over and flee before he gives us a real chance.
