"Oh."
"It's okay if you aren't ready. I can afford it on my own." I slide my arms around her waist. Bring my lips to her neck. "But, fuck, Leigh, I want to wake up next to you so fucking badly."
She leans into my touch. "I want that too."
"Let me show you something."
"Okay."
I take her hand. Lead her to the other room.
Her jaw drops as she takes it in. "You got a new bed."
"It was time."
"It's huge."
"You don't like that?"
"What if I don't?"
"I'll convince you otherwise."
She turns to me. "How?"
"I'll strip."
"You could do that now." She closes the distance between us. "Right here." She plants her hands on my chest. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my hoodie.
"Do this?" Slowly, I undo the zipper of my hoodie. I shrug it off my arms. Stare into her eyes as the fabric hits the ground.
"Yes." Her fingers curl into my t-shirt. "Do that."
"Uh-uh." I shake my head. "This first." My fingers go to the hem of her cropped sweater. I peel it over her chest.
She raises her hands so I can get it over her shoulders and arms.
I drop it on the floor.
"Now this." She tugs my t-shirt over my head.
"And this." I undo the clasp of her lacy bra.
She stares into my eyes as she peels it off her chest.
Fuck, she has amazing tits.
I need my hands around them.
I need her legs wrapped around my hips.
I need her screaming my name.
Still, I continue her game. I kick off my shoes. Peel off my socks. Drop to my feet to undo the zipper of her boots.
The right.
Then the left.
She steps out of both. Kicks them aside. "Your turn."
I undo the button of my jeans. Push them off my hips.
Her eyes go wide. "Fuck. Have I told you how much I love that you go commando?"
"Yeah." I reach under her skirt. Find the waistband of her black tights and peel them, and her panties, over her ass.
They collect at her thighs.
Her hand knots in my hair. "Bed. Now."
I back her onto it. Drop to my knees between her legs. Peel her tights off her right leg. Then the left.
She squirms as I drag my lips up the inside of her calf. Her knee. Her thigh.
My fingers curl into her soft skin.
I pin her legs to the bed as I bring my mouth to her.
Fuck, she tastes good.
I lick her from up to down again and again.
I tease her until she's groaning.
Until she's tugging at my hair.
"Fuck, Ryan." She groans as my nails curl into her thighs.
I hold her in place as I bring my tongue to her clit.
I can't tease her anymore today. I need her bliss. I need her coming. I need her screaming my name.
Her breath hitches as I hit the speed she likes.
I go a little faster.
A little harder.
Up.
Right.
"Don't stop." She tugs at my hair. "Fuck."
I lick her just how she needs me.
Her thighs fight my hands.
Her groans bounce around the room.
Around our room.
I'm eating out my girlfriend on our bed.
It's everything.
She's everything.
I pin her harder.
Lick her faster.
A few more flicks of my tongue and she's there.
"Ryan." Her nails find my back. Sink into my skin.
She claws at me as she comes on my lips. I can feel her orgasm in the way she pulses. Taste it in the way she gets sweeter. Hear it in the way her groans run together.
"Fuck me. Now," she demands.
I pull back. Plant a kiss on her pelvis. Push her skirt to her waist as I climb up her body.
Her eyes find mine as I plant my hands outside her shoulders.
She wraps her legs around my hips.
Fuck.
Pleasure floods my senses as my tip strains against her. She feels so fucking good. Warm. Wet. Mine.
It echoes though my thoughts.
Around the room.
Around the entire apartment.
Our apartment.
Our fucking universe.
No teasing today.
I drive into her with a steady stroke.
Her nails sink into my back.
Her other hand finds my hair.
She pulls me into a long, deep kiss.
Lifts her hips to take me deeper.
I sink into her. Claim her mouth. Her cunt. Her soul.
We stay locked like that, moving together, breathing together until she's there.
She groans against my mouth as she comes.
Her pulses pushing me over the edge.
I wrap my arms around her.
Fill her with steady thrusts.
Pleasure floods my body as I come.
Once I've spilled every drop, I collapse next to her.
"I love you so much." She nestles into my chest.
"You saying that ‘cause I made you come?"
"No. But it doesn't hurt."
"I love you too."
She looks up at me like she's exactly where she wants to be.
I brush her hair behind her ear.
I stare into her eyes until her lids flutter closed.
She kisses me hard and deep.
She kisses me like she's claiming me.
No, she is claiming me.
But she doesn't have to.
I'm already hers.
Wherever life takes us, I'm hers.
And she's mine.
And that's fucking everything.
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Why do people drink?
This stuff tastes awful.
I force myself to swallow another mouthful of orange juice and vodka.
My throat burns.
My head spins.
I reach for something to hold onto. Find the white banister. It's smooth, ornate, pure money.
This entire house is pure money. Pristine carpet. Glass tables. Three-thousand-dollar leather upholstery.
Six-dollar Trader Joe's vodka.
The cheap booze ruins the aesthetic. It clashes with the skylights, the sliding glass doors, the glowing aqua pool.
Not that anyone notices. My classmates are used to expensive furniture and two-million-dollar mansions.
But cheap vodka and an empty upstairs?
That thrills them.
I've heard enough rumors to know the drill. Rich kids. Nice house. Cheap booze. Parents out of town. I heard Dean fucked Judy…
Not that it's always Dean.
It's just those are the only rumors I pay attention to.
A giggle cuts through the big, white room. It bounces off the high ceilings. It bounces right into my ears.