Chapter 20: Chapter 20

How is it possible that her mouth tastes just as sweet as I remember?

Actually, that’s a lie.

It somehow tastes even sweeter.

I was really hoping that it wouldn’t.

That I’d overembellished it in my memories.

What I want most of all is to fuck this girl out of my system once and for all so I stop thinking about her every waking second of the day. Along with the not-so-waking ones.

I don’t want to catch glimpses of her around every corner on campus. Or smell her delicate floral scent when I step into my room.

I want to banish her from my thoughts and memories.

She shouldn’t mean a damn thing to me. And yet, the harder I try to convince myself of that, the more I realize just how much of a lie it is and the tightly clenched jaws it has me in.

At some point, I need to face facts.

Because the scary truth—the one I’ve tried desperately to pretend doesn’t exist—is that I’m obsessed with this girl.

And I still don’t know what her name is.

The other thing I’m aware of?

That she belongs to River fucking Thompson.

Even the thought of him touching her the way I do, making her scream out her orgasm, makes me want to lose my shit.

Those thoughts are all it takes for my kiss to turn harsh and demanding. Maybe what I’m really trying to do is punish her for sneaking into my thoughts and setting up residence.

I’m beginning to wonder if there’s anything I can do to evict her from my brain.

Or wipe her from my memories.

My tongue tangles with hers as our teeth scrape. If I’d thought she would shrink away from my silent demands, that doesn’t happen. When a throaty moan tries to escape from her, I swallow it down, taking it deep inside me where it’ll never see the light of day.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I realize that I’m being too rough, but I can’t seem to help myself.

When I grow lightheaded from lack of oxygen, I pull away with a growl and nip the point of her chin. Instead of pushing me away, she surprises me by bearing the delicate flesh of her throat in silent offering. I didn’t think there was anything that could soothe the beast fighting to break free and escape its confines, but that does the trick.

I suck a deep breath into my lungs in order to calm the chaos that rages beneath my skin. Any moment, I’ll burst from it. My touch gentles as I slide down the slender column, kissing and licking my way to the zipper of her jacket.

Fuck.

I didn’t realize she was still wearing it.

All of this needs to go.

Now.

I rear back, attacking the layers of clothing that keep her hidden away from me.

Once she’s divested of the jacket, I drag her sweater up her torso and over her head before tossing it to the carpet.

My gaze drops to her breasts. The lacy material does nothing to shield them from view. Or maybe the point is to showcase way more than it conceals.

As much as I love it, I fucking hate the idea of her wearing the pretty little garment for anyone other than me.

Instead of dwelling on that thought, I shove it from my brain and lower my face to the valley of her cleavage. I press my lips against the soft flesh between her breasts before nipping at one of the stiffened peaks poking through the sheer material. I make sure to give the same attention to the other side.

The need to see her bare-chested pounds through me like a steady drumbeat until it’s all I can think about. I slip my hands around her ribcage and unhook the clasp. As soon as the stretchy material springs free, I pluck the straps from her arms, drawing away the bra.

It meets the same fate as the jacket and sweater.

Her breasts are gorgeous, with tiny blush-colored nipples that are too tempting to ignore. I’m salivating for another taste.

I press the outer sides of each one together before drawing one stiff bud between my lips. Her spine arches off the mattress as I take her deep into my mouth.

“Please,” she gasps, fingers tangling in my hair, as if to hold me in place.

Doesn’t she realize that it’s unnecessary?

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with her.

I release the puckered tip with a soft pop. “Please what? What do you want, sunshine? I’m going to need you to spell it out for me.”

A frustrated explosion of sound escapes from her.

I nip at the other hard peak with sharp teeth. “Not good enough.”

“I want you to touch me,” she says on a gasp.

My tongue darts out to swirl around the areola. “Isn’t that what I’m doing? Touching you?”

“Not like that.”

“Then how? Tell me.”

“I want you to suck on my breasts.”

Color stains her cheeks. It’s the most adorable thing ever.

“Like this?” I circle my tongue around the little bud before drawing it deep into my mouth.

Another choked response escapes from her as her fingers tighten, the nails scraping against my scalp.

The pain of it grounds me in the moment unfolding between us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She’s the only thing I’m cognizant of.

All I want to do is give her more pleasure than she knows what to do with.

I want her addicted to my hands, mouth, and cock.

More than anything, I want to make sure that I’m as stuck in her brain as she is in mine.

Is that even possible?

I have no idea.

Once I release her nipple, I lift my head to meet her dazed eyes. They’re heavy lidded. She looks blitzed out of her mind. Pride swells within me that I’m the one who put that expression on her face.

“Is that what you needed, sunshine?”

She blinks away the mental fog until her gaze can once again focus on mine. “Yes.”

“Do you want more of what only I can give you?”

“I do.”

“Then say it.”

When her lips press together, I nip the tip of her breast.

She squeaks as the response trembles on her lips. “I want what only you can give me.”

I rise, hovering over her until my mouth can ghost across her plush one. Back and forth I strum, barely making contact. When she attempts to close the distance between us, I retreat, not allowing it. That’s all it takes for a frustrated groan to break free from her.

I can’t help but smirk. “So fucking greedy, aren’t you?”

“Not usually.”

That admittance calms everything that rages dangerously inside me.

“But you’re greedy for me…aren’t you, sunshine?”

This time, coercion isn’t necessary.

“I am.”

“Good answer.” My mouth crashes onto hers.

I want to blot out thoughts of all the other guys who’ve come before me.

When I’m done with her, I’ll be the only man who matters.

And that includes River fucking Thompson.

My tongue strokes across the velvety softness of her own.

It wouldn’t take much for me to drown within her sweetness.

It takes effort to rip myself away. “You’re still wearing entirely too much clothing.”

That being said, I crawl down her lithe form, licking and kissing as I go.

Fuck, but she’s sweet all over.

Every damn inch of her is sugary goodness.

When I reach the waistband of her dark-wash denim, I pop open the button and drag down the zipper. The grind of metal along with the harshness of her breath is all that can be heard in the silence of the room.

The effect I have on her is music to my ears.

As soon as the turquoise fabric of her panties peeks through the opening, I yank the thick material down her slender hips and thighs before tossing them over my shoulder. I sit back and allow my gaze to lick over her nearly-naked form.

Have I ever seen anyone as gorgeous as this girl?

With her long golden hair spread out around her, it almost glows against the navy comforter she’s sprawled out on.

Her nipples are rosy and hard from being played with.

My fingers slip beneath the elastic band that encircles her waist. It’s the final scrap of material that bars me from seeing all of her.

As soon as that thought pops into my brain, I draw the silky fabric down her long, lean legs until she’s completely bared to my sight.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I’m just as entranced by her now as I was the first time.

I force out a gradual breath, only wanting to slow everything down and take my time.

“Spread your legs, sunshine,” I rasp. “I want to see all of you.”

For a heartbeat, then two, she holds my gaze before sliding her knees upward and allowing them to fall open. Her delicate lips part, allowing me to glimpse her little pink pussy.

Heaven.

That’s the only thought filling my head.

My mouth waters for a taste of her honey.

I slide my hands beneath her ass cheeks to lift her pelvis. My tongue swipes from the bottom of her slit to the top where her clit is buried. I circle the tip around the tiny bundle of nerves before drawing it into my mouth and sucking.

The tortured whimper that escapes from her is music to my ears. I want her cries to make a sweet symphony that stretches on for hours.

I continue lapping at her shuddering softness until she’s writhing beneath me.

The more I lick, the creamier she becomes. The taste of her arousal is more delicious than anything I’ve ever had on my lips.

How the fuck will I ever get enough of her?

Slender fingers tunnel through my hair, locking me in place as I eat her soft flesh.

Before I can even think about making her beg for her orgasm, she cries out, “Please, please, please.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I stab my tongue deep inside her before pressing my thumb against her clit and rubbing soft circles at the same time. It’s more than enough to send her careening over the edge and into oblivion.

Her muscles tighten as she moans out her orgasm. Her pussy spasms the entire time. Not once do I let up on my gentle assault. I don’t stop dipping my tongue inside her heat as I stroke her clit. It’s only when her body loses its rigidity that I press a kiss against her slit, licking up the honey before straightening to my full height. I pop the button on my jeans before dragging down the zipper. My cock is painfully hard as it throbs with a life of its own.

If I’m not careful, I’ll come in my boxers.

When was the last time that happened?

High school?

The more I stare at her slim body, the harder I get.

I kick off my shoes along with the denim before shoving my underwear down my hips and thighs until I’m just as naked as she is. I take a step toward her before remembering that we need protection. With a quick pivot, I round the bed and yank open the nightstand drawer before pulling out a small foil package. I tear it open before returning to the end of the bed.

Instead of remaining sprawled out, she’s pulled herself up to a lounging position, resting on her elbows and watching me with eyelids at half-mast. Her legs are still spread wide, allowing me a glimpse of heaven. Unlike before, her pussy is swollen and drenched from my attention.

Another shot of arousal slams into me.

My fingers shake as I prepare to slide the latex over my erection.

“Wait.”

My brows draw together as she scoots to the edge of the bed. Her gaze stays pinned to my boner before she flicks her eyes upward to meet mine.

“Can I do it?”

I shake my head, only wanting to slide the rubber into place and sink into her tight heat.

It’s all I’ve been able to think about.

“You don’t have to.”

Her luminous blue eyes plead with mine. “I want to.”

How the hell am I supposed to say no to the beseeching expression on her face?

She’s like a damn angel that fell from heaven right into my bed.

I want to tie her up and keep her there forever.

That thought is jarring enough to have everything going silent inside me.

I have no idea where that even came from.

It’s so primitive and dark.

Her attention settles on my erection as it bobs inches from her mouth. Before I can say anything else, her tongue darts out to swipe over the tip.

My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.

Holy hell.

“Mmmm…delicious.”

I’m not proud of the garbled sound that escapes from me.

Her wide blue eyes fasten on mine as she draws me inside the warmth of her mouth. It’s slowly that she slides up and down the length.

A groan rumbles up from my chest as she sucks the tip, swirling her tongue around it before taking me deep inside. It doesn’t take long before I’m nudging the back of her throat and the muscles are constricting around me.

Fuck.

I’ve had my fair share of blowjobs over the years, but nothing has ever felt as good as this.

It’s so damn tempting to tip my head back and close my eyes. All I want to do is immerse myself in the pleasure that threatens to swallow me whole, but there’s no way I can look away from the sight before me. The way she holds my gaze while taking my length inside her hot little mouth is nothing short of pure nirvana.

The way she looks sucking my cock is a mental snapshot I won’t ever forget.

It’ll be one I take out and relive a thousand times over.

Just as my balls tighten, she pops my cock free from her mouth. Her tongue slides along my length to the base before retracing her path to the tip. She plucks the condom from my fingers as she draws the head into her mouth again. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back as she releases me for a second time before slipping the thin latex over my erection and drawing it down carefully so it doesn’t tear.

When I’m fully covered, she smirks before scooting back on the mattress and reclining against it again. Another growl vibrates from my chest and a wave of need crashes over me when she spreads her legs wide.

Fuck, this girl…

Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Pent-up need crashes through me as I crawl onto the bed.

Unable to resist teasing her in the same manner she did me, I tongue her pussy until she’s the one breathing hard and squirming. She might have just come, but I’ll be damned if I don’t wring at least one more from her body.

Maybe two.

When her muscles tighten, I know she’s close.

Which is good.

After that blowjob, there’s no way in hell I’ll last long.

Maybe a dozen strokes or so.

What I refuse to do is come before she does.

With a final kiss, I crawl up her body until the head of my cock is nestled against her entrance. Even through the latex, I feel the way her drenched heat surrounds me.

I bite my lower lip in an effort to maintain some semblance of control and not drive inside her softness.

All I want to do is fuck her into oblivion.

Even that might not be enough.

I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I got my first taste of her.

Thank fuck it isn’t my last.

My muscles turn whipcord tight as I hold myself steadily above her. “Now that you’ve had that sweet little pussy licked and eaten, are you ready to get fucked?”

In answer, she raises her ass off the mattress, trying to impale herself on my cock.

Every instinct within screams at me to take her, to mark her as my own.

Instead, I lock my jaw and mutter through gritted teeth, “I could have sworn that we had a convo about how you need to use your words.”

A whine escapes from her as she wiggles against me, trying to draw me into her tight heat. I don’t think I’ve ever been more at war with myself than I am at this moment.

“Please, I want you to fuck me.” Her voice dips, trembling with the need I’ve stoked to life inside her. “Isn’t that what you want? To hear me beg?”

Those pretty words go straight to my head.

The other head.

“Hell yeah. You want my hard dick deep inside your cunt the same way I was down your throat? Then beg for it.”

Her eyes widen before her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. I can’t resist teasing her entrance, dipping inside an inch or so, only to withdraw, leaving her frustrated and achy.

Her pupils dilate as I continue to torment her. “Please give me your cock.”

When her eyelids feather closed, I snap, “Eyes on me. I want to see every expression that flashes in those gorgeous blue depths. Now, try again.”

“Please fuck me with your big dick.” She gulps before admitting, “I need it.”

The way her cheeks flush as I force the dirty words from her mouth turns me on more than anything. I could come in this condom without even being inside her.

As much as I’m tormenting her, it doesn’t escape me that I’m doing the same damn thing to myself.

And I love every second of it.

“Tell me how much you need to be fucked.”

When I pull away, leaving her bereft, she widens her legs before arching, attempting to close the distance between us.

My eyes narrow. “Watch it, sunshine. Or I’ll slap that little pussy for trying to lure me back inside.”

The way she thrusts out her lower lip in a pout is adorable. It’s tempting to nip at the plump flesh. I’m even more compelled to plunge inside her before I totally lose my mind.

I’m tap dancing on the precipice.

“I want you to fuck me. Just you. Only you. I loved having your cock in my mouth and sucking it. The saltiness that leaked from you drove me crazy and made me so horny. Hornier than I’ve ever been. Please, I need more. I need you to fill my pussy to the very brim until I can’t think about anything other than the way you fuck me.”

Possessiveness rushes through my blood as the beast clawing beneath my skin, searching for a way out, manages to tear his way free. With a roar, every tightly held constraint falls away as I drive inside her shuddering softness.

She screams as I bury myself deep inside her body until there’s no way to tell where I end and she begins.

Just like she begged me so prettily to do.

For a second or two, I don’t move a single muscle.

I simply soak in the way her body wraps around my thick length. When I finally find the strength to pull out, teasing her entrance with the tip, her pussy contracts, drawing me back inside.

Did I really think I could go twelve strokes before losing it?

Ha!

I’ll be lucky if I make it half a dozen.

It’ll be humiliating if I can’t even last that long.

Her pussy feels too damn good.

She feels too damn good.

Everything about this girl does.

Even though I try to fight through it, my balls tighten as I stare into her eyes. Our bodies fit together perfectly, rocking against each other as if we were made for one another.

I can’t get that thought out of my head as I continue to fuck her, attempting to force another orgasm from her body.

A muttered prayer of thanks leaves my lips when she moans and her inner muscles spasm. As much as I want to hold out, that’s impossible. I do the only thing I can and follow her over the edge and into oblivion. The way her pussy milks my cock, strangling it, has me seeing stars. They dance across my vision. If I weren’t having the best damn come of my life, I’d be concerned that I was in the middle of a medical emergency.

It’s almost painful.

I ride the wave as long as possible until we’re both exhausted from the enormity of what transpired. And then I do the only thing I can and bury my face against the delicate hollow of her throat, inhaling a breath of her sweet floral scent before holding it captive deep in my lungs.

If I thought I wanted her before, it’s nothing compared to the need that careens through my veins now, destroying everything in its path as it demands that I lock her down and make her mine.