Page 39 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 2

Their footsteps were fast and followed me as I reached the top of the stairs. I didn’t look back. Instead, I made my way to Avery’s room while Beckett and Caden tumbled up the stairs and went in the opposite direction. Thankfully. Whatever they were about to do, I did not want to overhear it while doing similar things with my man. Or not. I didn’t care what we did. I just wanted to gaze at him all night long.

I knocked on Avery’s door and he opened it a moment later. “Finally,” he whispered.

It had been three days since I’d last seen him. College, practice, and an out-of-town game pulled us apart, but I was back and ready to spend all my waking moments with him.

Avery was breathtaking. His cologne filled the dimly lit room and the music playing from the speaker on a shelf lured me in with the old hits. My boyfriend had a fresh haircut. He wore a button-down shirt, deep green to match the silver earring with a small, tear-shaped emerald stone, and he had tucked it into his light brown pants. They fit him to holy perfection, emphasizing his curves and cupping his round ass so well that my dick stirred. Last time, he had done wonders when we reversed the roles; so much so that I still dreamed of it. It turned me on as soon as it crossed my mind.

I closed the door as soon as I stepped into his room. My back leaned against the door and Avery stepped close to me. Slowly, he leaned in, his chest touching mine, and pressed his sexy lips against mine. He kissed me deeply and with an endless, simmering passion until it awakened something wild inside of me and empowered me to spin us around. I pinned him against the door, grabbing his wrists and holding him trapped under my weight. I kissed him, then kissed him harder, until his lips parted and he let my tongue explore his warm, wet mouth.

“Hello,” he said against my mouth as soon as I pulled back an inch.

It drew a smile from me. “Hello, beautiful.”

“So, three days is enough to get you this wild?” he asked. His hips moved and his crotch pressed against mine. His eyebrows rose in amusement. “This wild,” he corrected himself.

I snorted. “One day is enough,” I said. “Two days is too much. And three? It’s a wonder I’m alive.”

“I’m glad you survived it,” he said, freeing his hands with a swift move and twist, then grabbing my hips and asserting dominance. I loved it when he did that. I loved the power plays almost as much as I loved losing to him. The dominant Avery was the most fun. Determined, focused, and sexy as hell, he could rock my world and surprise me seemingly without any effort.

Another hard rub of his crotch against mine and I throbbed painfully. “Is this what you imagined when you said cozy?”

He laughed softly. “We have time to be cozy later.”

“I expected fuzzy pajamas,” I said, gasping as he pressed his chest against mine. “Not to get wrecked and unable to walk for three days.” But the twitching corners of my lips betrayed how badly I hoped to get just that.

Avery smirked, licked his lips, and kissed me again. The wetness of his red lips was enough to send the soul out of my body. I gasped and kissed him back, letting the tip of my tongue venture out and meet his. He licked it greedily, turning me on harder than I’d known he could. In one dirty, heated moment, he licked my tongue and smashed our mouths together.

I threw my arms around his neck, holding onto him, and pressing my front against him to grind us harder.

While kissing me, Avery moved one of his hands to the doorknob, locking us inside. In the next instant, he pulled the hem of my shirt out of my pants, then swiftly undid all the buttons until I could shrug the shirt off my shoulders. It fell on the floor as I breathed deeply, my chest rising and falling, and Avery’s pupils dilated. “I’ve been dreaming about this while you were away,” he said in a low purr.

“No need to dream any longer,” I said, observing him as he took his shirt off. Each button he popped added to the tingling sensation that climbed up my arms. I had watched him at the gym countless times in the weeks we had been together. I had watched him sweating, straining, his cheeks aflame with exhaustion, his T-shirt soaked with sweat. I had seen him showering that sweat off and joined him for heated make-out sessions. I had watched him sculpt the muscles he revealed, the muscles I kissed and licked now as I fell to my knees and pressed my face hard against his torso.

The tip of my tongue traced the middle of his stomach, his abs knotted with tension. A shudder passed through his sexy body and I felt the trembling against my face. His fingers ran through my rich, blond hair, squeezing fistfuls and holding me close.

My hands traveled along the sides of his torso, feeling his smooth, heated skin. I kissed him wherever I could reach him, rising higher and dropping lower. I could never get enough of him, no matter how much he gave me.

Avery surrendered to my slow exploration of his body. His fingers ran through my hair back and forth. He swayed on his feet and my head went lower until my lips touched the hard bulge trapped in his pants. “Fuck, I missed you,” I whispered, then pressed my mouth against his throbbing length.

“I’m here,” he said in a smoky voice.

He was. Right here with me. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. I wouldn’t give it up for anyone. His body under my fingertips was exactly where it belonged.

I kissed the length of his bulge harder and harder until Avery sucked his teeth and tensed his abs. He stepped back, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. The button popped and he was all mine. His pants opened over the tent he pitched in his underwear. The black fabric stretched thin where the tip of his cock pushed it off his hip. The faint scent of his musk made me hungry for his body. It opened my appetite so much that I found myself wishing I could stay in this room for the rest of time, never stop exploring him and being explored by him in turn.

How had I lived without this sense of completeness? How had I lived without another person that belonged to me in all the ways that mattered? Where had I found the strength to keep looking and failing and looking more?

Avery was the fulfillment of all my dreams and I treated him as such. Carefully, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his length, soaking the fabric of his underwear with my saliva. I drooled for him like I had never drooled in my life. I longed to taste him like I had never tasted him before.

My hands moved to cup his firm ass, sliding under the tight boxer briefs and feeling his smooth skin. For three days, I had been imagining him next to me while we constantly exchanged texts. I showered him with my ridiculous questions, gaining no insight into his life from them save that he was someone who could put up with my randomness until the end of days.

Avery thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against my mouth. It made me sigh with pleasure and I slipped my hands free, then pulled his waistband over his peachy ass. It rolled with his underwear all the way to the lower curve of his butt, the front pulling down with his hard dick caught in the fabric. The skin around his cock was covered with very short, black hair, trimmed neatly but not totally shaved. I loved feeling its coarse texture under my soft lips. I kissed him there and then moved lower, pressing my lips against the base of his cock. And when I pulled the waistband over his tip, my lips followed his length and found the slick tip.

Avery’s pants folded around his ankles, his underwear following, while I closed my lips around the thick head of his cock and leaned into him. My head dipped a few inches, swallowing his girth, and I savored the rich flavors of his excitement. His precum soaked into my tongue, its saltiness and sweetness spreading through my nervous system. His soft sighs of joy intensified the harder I moved my head on his cock. In his passion, he rose to the tips of his toes, towering over me like a monument. He ran wild with lust, sliding himself into me and lodging his big dick in my throat, cutting the flow of air seamlessly and putting me at his mercy.

He was so beautiful from below. His torso leaned back and his hips thrust forward. The light from the lamps around the room softened his features, casting hazy shadows between his muscles, and highlighting the appealing hills and valleys of his body. He entered me deeper, making me relax my muscles else I choked, and I embraced him. I welcomed him openly and fully.

I cupped his cheeks again, pressuring him to ram into me harder, to spare nothing, to use me as his sex toy. We had plenty of time for gentle care afterward.