I’m not wildly insecure, but I did just get cheated on. I’m probably a solid three levels below him, maybe more.
He leans over me, and I expect him to kiss me, hoping desperately that he does, only to be disappointed as he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. I inhale the woodsy bergamot scent of his cologne.
The silky blue lace is removed. I’m self-conscious by the exposure of my breasts, barely qualifying as C-cups. There’s nothing wrong with them, but compared to my backstabbing-roommate Maddie’s, they aren’t much.
I reach up to cover myself, and his eyes narrow at me.
“Don’t.”
His thumbs brush over my sensitive pink nipples, and my breath hitches.
This isn’t what I expected it would be. I wanted it fast and hard. I thought it would be over in a few minutes, like it always was with Stephen. I’m tempted to tell him not to take any moretime with me, but...I’m incredibly curious about what else will happen if he does.
His fingers pinch and drive me wild for a few seconds, and my eyes close as I feel myself getting more into it every passing moment. Then, his tongue gets involved, and I cry out at the unexpected wetness on my nipples.
“Ahhh . . .”
He lifts up, and I open my eyes to watch his next move. “Be still.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe.
I couldn’t disobey if I tried as my body freezes at his command. He pulls down the scrap between my cheeks, fingers scraping over my skin. I’m helpless, melting under him like paper on a hot coal.
His hands rub over my thighs, and I want nothing more than for him to keep touching me anywhere and everywhere that he desires.
Mold me like a lump of clay, baby.
He obeys my silent instruction, and my body responds with enthusiastic agreement.
He abandons the space between my legs to walk to the end table by the bed, causing the friction and warmth that’s built up to cool a bit.
He returns with a condom in his hand. He sets it on the bed before removing his boxers. A deep V draws my eyesight down. Thick blue veins are everywhere. My mouth waters when I see how hard and ready he is for me.
I expect him to rip the condom open and get right to work, like Stephen always did.
Instead, he reaches for my hips and drags me to the edge of the bed before he kneels down on the floor. My eyes widen when he kisses my inner thigh, his gaze on my face.
He gets closer and closer with each kiss. No one has ever gone down on me before.
Stephen never did this. Not once.
I have no expectations, but I’m completely blown out of the water when his lips make contact with my pussy. I gasp, immediately jerking away from his mouth. My senses are exploding. His tongue lavishes my clit. My eyes roll back in my head.
There’s something salacious and naughty about the fact that I don’t even know his name, and his head is between my thighs, eating me like a desert bar. He licks me from the bottom all the way to the top of my clit, and I cry out from the pleasure rapidly building in my core.
I thrash on the bed as he licks me until a mind-shattering orgasm crashes over me. My muscles tense, thighs clenching around his head as he milks every last drop of pleasure from me. I’m embarrassed by how quickly I detonated under his rapt, undivided attention. I gasp for air like I’m underwater, and he’s merciless, holding me down until the last quiver has run its course.
He doesn’t let up until I gently push on his head because I’m so sensitive it almost hurts. He pulls back, licking his lips.
His green eyes have darkened with arousal.
That turned him on.
The realization makes me wish I hadn’t stopped him. He stands up, still fully hard. He tears the condom open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his thickness. My lips part in anticipation at the salacious sight.
Dear sweet baby Moses.
He jerks my shaking legs toward his hips. He grabs the base of his dick and swirls the head around my entrance. I wait in tense anticipation until he finally shoves it all the way inside me with one thrust. I gasp for air.
