A smile pulls at my lips. “You think about me?”
She nods. “I wonder how these little braids happen.” She touches my hair. “If it’s a nervous habit, you do them on purpose, or maybe a little girl you babysit plays with your hair…” I hover so close to her mouth I can feel its heat. “I stare at them in math class,” she whispers.
It feels like bubbles popping under my skin, thinking about her longing for me. Wanting me. I want her fucking spread wide on my desk while Callum Ames loiters in the hall, oblivious to what she really likes to do.
“I think about you in the mornings,” she goes on. “Right after I wake up. I can’t wait to see you.”
I take her hands, pinning them over her head as I roll my hips and rub on her, faster and faster. She turns her head to check her friends, and I trail kisses over her jaw and down her neck.
“I wanted to be in that car with you,” she murmurs.
You were.
She arches her back, sucking in air through her teeth. “I want to eat you up so badly,” she groans, “I can feel your body between my teeth.”
Lightning flashes, her hot, little mouth hanging open an inch from mine as I thrust. Thunder cracks, covering her groan, and the sheet falls down my back as I move, dry-fucking her and grinding my pussy into hers.
Releasing her wrists, I trail down her body, squeezing her breast as I cover her nipple with my mouth. The little point is so hard on my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck. My clit throbs—everything so hot. So soft. God, she’s soft.
She starts to cry out, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, not breaking stride for one second as I kiss and suck, nibble and tug. Her body is a goddamn feast. She’s so perfect. The arches, the curves, the beautiful hair and mouth and…cunt.
God, I want to taste her. The pulse between my legs beats like a drum, my thighs on fire.
I dart my gaze over to see Krisjen turn onto her stomach, feeling Clay’s body tense underneath mine. Krisjen’s mouth falls open a little, and I hear the steady rhythm of her breathing continue.
I take a mouthful of Clay, fisting her other breast and trying to keep my nails out of her flesh. I switch sides, eating up the other one as my palm glides up and down her body, touching, grabbing, savoring…
“How do we do it?” she asks. “I need more. How…?”
I lick her stomach, inching farther and farther down, my heart jackhammering like I’m having a heart attack at the thought of licking her for the first time. I don’t know if I can keep her quiet for that. I don’t know if I want to.
Moving back up her body, I press my breasts into hers, holding her head in my hands as I grind between her legs. I don’t know why, but I like that she’s worried about them waking up. It’s not that Clay thinks she’s doing something bad that turns me on. It’s that she can’t stop herself. “We can do to each other anything a guy can do to us,” I whisper, repeating the same thing I said on the field. “I can be inside you.” I flick her ear with my tongue as I slide my hand down between our legs. “You can ride me.”
And I find the little dip through the fabric of her shorts, pressing my fingers into her.
“I can do anything you want me to,” I whisper.
She stares up at me, the dim light piercing the clouds outside lighting up her face a little more, and then…she brushes her fingers down my body and holds my eyes as she pushes my shorts down, panties and all.
“Don’t leave my body,” she says. “That’s all I want.”
She closes her eyes, fists my hair, and pulls my head back down, kissing my neck as she yanks off my clothes with her other hand.
Yes.
I kiss her deep, dipping my tongue inside and tasting hers as I gently palm her breast. I slide off the rest of my clothes, leaving breathy, little kisses on her mouth, and keeping my body on hers just like she wants before I peel her shorts down.
Her skin sticks to mine, everything already so hot.
I slide my fingers between us, down inside her panties and inside her, and she gasps, her hands immediately diving down to cover herself.
I hide my smile in her neck as I leave little kisses. I like that she’s shy. Like she would be with anyone.
This is real for her.
Gently, I pry her hands off as I nibble her ear. “Let go, Clay.”
Her chest shakes, her breathing ragged. “I don’t want them to see.”