“Yeah, it was.”
“College must have seemed like a waste of time,” she concluded.
“Something like that,” I agreed. “Plus, I didn’t know how I’d afford another year, and starting a band seemed like a much more exciting life choice. It was questionable logic at best.”
“I think it was a brave choice. Not one I could ever make.”
My brows furrowed. “I think you’ve made a lot of brave choices.” I hated how she seemed so unaware of how amazing she really was.
She glanced down at my hand, still resting on her creamy, bare leg, and her lips parted. When her eyes met mine again, they burned with intent. She placed a palm on my shoulder and swung her legs until she was straddling me, her short dress rising high on her thighs, revealing a triangle of black panties.
I swore, my hands instinctively moving to her waist to hold her steady. The lights were dark enough to give us some privacy, but any one of her friends could come back at any moment and catch her splayed across my lap.
She leaned in, placing her mouth below my ear. “Is this one of them?”
Despite the confident words, her voice shook, just barely. Shewasnervous. Maybe I’d been wrong about her being experienced. Was this another one of her attempts to push past her comfort zone?
Her lips closed around my earlobe, and she tugged on it with her teeth. I hissed, dropping my head back and fighting to hold onto the few coherent thoughts I still had.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?” I was no stranger to doing things with a woman in public, but that waver in her voice nagged at me. I didn’t want her to have any regrets in the morning.
“No one’s looking at us.” Her lips traced my jaw before finding my mouth, and I kissed her slowly, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and kneading her tongue with mine. She tasted sweet, like a succulent fruit, ripe for eating. Is this what her pussy would taste like?
I groaned into her mouth and pulled away. She was breathless, her expression dazed as I reached for my discarded jacket and threw it over her shoulders. It was big enough to hide most of her from anyone else’s sight.
My hands moved to her ass. “Ivy…”
Her lips were parted, pink and swollen, and her eyes shone with desire. I forgot what I wanted to say. She pressed back into my palms and lowered her face to my neck.
The first nip of her teeth made my dick twitch so violently I was sure she’d felt it through my jeans. I dragged one hand up along her ribcage and palmed her right breast over the delicate fabric of her dress. It fit perfectly inside my palm, soft and heavy. I contemplated the perfection of her small tits as she kept sucking on my neck. The thought of her leaving a mark there made my head spin. I wanted her to lay claim to me.
When I pinched a hard nipple, she moaned into my ear. “Touch me.”
My hand migrated from her breast to the soft skin of her inner thigh, and my fingertips fuckingtingledwith the anticipation of touching her pussy. God, she was driving me crazy.
Ivy inhaled deeply and nudged herself closer until all I could do was give her what she wanted. Her underwear was wet and hot under my palm. “Fuck, Ivy,” I croaked into her hair. Pushing the fabric aside, I dragged my fingers from her ass all the way to the hard bundle of her clit. She moaned loudly into my ear, her entire body shivering and making my dick so hard I thought it might fall off.
When I thrust my finger into her tight pussy, she leaned back, and held my gaze with hooded eyes. I pulled her closer with my other arm. “You’re so fucking wet,” I whispered, brushing my lips against hers.
“Keep talking,” she said with a moan. “I love the sound of your voice.”
Pleasure surged through me at her words. She wasn’t the first one to tell me that, but the way she said it, almost reverently, stroked my ego. I added another finger and began to thrust into her, moving my thumb in circles around her clit and whispering filth into her ear.
“Do you know how fucking hard I am for you? I wish I could find out just how good your pussy tastes.”
It didn’t take long before her core started to clench, the orgasm rolling though her body. I watched her as she bit her full bottom lip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Come on my hand, Ivy. I’m going to lick it clean, and you’re going to watch me do it.”
She dropped her forehead onto my chest and moaned against the fabric of my shirt, riding the orgasm as my hand kept moving inside of her. When the tremors stopped, I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth, licking her juices off. I was right, they tasted just as sweet as her mouth. She watched me transfixed.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said breathlessly.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere I can get you naked,” she said before laughing at her own boldness.
God, I wanted to be inside of her so badly, but memories of my past were starting to prickle at my consciousness. Empty sex followed by waking up in a cold, empty bed. I knew this was different, but we had gone from first to third base in the span of thirty minutes, and I wasn’t ready to hit a home run before the hour was done. I wanted to savor her, damn it. To draw this out as long as she’d let me, so that when she inevitably left, I wouldn’t feel so empty inside.
“Tomorrow.”
