“Bend forward,” he urges, one hand at the center of my back. I do as he says, moaning when that hand strokes down my back, coasting over my butt.
It all feels so amazing, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to withstand this much longer.
Shep
The girl is trying to kill me. Her smooth as silk, pale as cream body is driving me out of my mind. I demanded she bend forward because I can see my cock disappear inside her body when she’s positioned like that and fuck, watching as I sink into her again and again is making me want to come.
I clench my jaw and pray I can keep my shit together for at least a few more minutes. I’ve already come twice. You’d think it would be no big deal, that I’m already so wrung out I should be able to make this last as long as I want, right?
But with Jade, it’s different. What do I know about slow, leisurely sex when I fuck a girl from behind? Every other chick I’ve fucked like this, I do it so I don’t have to look at her face. I’m just using her, plain and simple.
Not with Jade. I’m getting off on the slowness. How I can feel her pussy grip my dick. The way she trembles in my arms when I push forward, her butt pressed against me as I completely surround her.
It’s a totally new experience. Slow sex isn’t my style. This though…it’s like a fucking wonder. I’ve just had my eyes opened to a whole new world thanks to this girl.
Unbelievable.
I settle both of my hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading her plump flesh. She groans at my touch and I grip her hips, holding her steady as I start to increase my strokes. The need already claws at me, scraping up my spine, settling just under my skin. I have no control when it comes to her. She makes me insane. I keep telling her that but I don’t think she believes me.
She should. One minute between her legs and it’s like she’s all I want, all I can think about. I was already completely sucked in just spending time with her but now that I’ve actually had her? I don’t want to let her go, don’t want her out of my damn sight. I crave her constantly. It’s fucking nuts. With her, I’m insatiable.
Completely and totally insatiable.
I’d fully planned on relaxing tonight. Hang out with her, talk a little bit or watch a movie, maybe grab a snack considering I’m always hungry. I’d eventually get her into my bed, get her naked and fuck her. Then we could fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Nope. Not even close. I practically jumped her in the garage. Dragged her up to my room, stripped her naked and barely got out of my shorts before I had my cock inside her and she was begging me to fuck her harder. We went another round right after that. She slowly undressed me, seemingly fascinated with unbuttoning my shirt, her shaky fingers fumbling with the buttons, brushing against my skin and making me fucking insane. I let her have her way with me, demanded that she be on top and that had been hot. Watching her move and sway, her breasts in my face, her hips working as she slid up and down my cock.
She’d looked so smug afterward, so pretty and flustered yet confident—a look I haven’t really seen her wear when we’re involved sexually—I couldn’t resist her. I had to show her I could make her come as many times as possible. So I went down on her, licked that delicious little pussy until I had her writhing beneath my mouth and screaming my name.
See? I can’t resist her. Like, ever. I’m a goner. I make fun of assholes that are like this with a girl. Now I’ve become one of those assholes.
And I’m okay with it.
“Shep,” she whispers, her soft voice echoing through my head, making me fumble. That’s another thing. I’m a smooth motherfucker with girls. But not with this one. She makes my hands shake and my brain scramble and sometimes I’m at a loss for words and that never happens.
Ever.
She whimpers my name again and I reach for the ends of her hair, lightly tugging on it so she lifts her head, bringing herself closer to me. “Yeah, baby?” I press my cheek to hers, inhale her addictive scent, closing my eyes as I lift my hips and give her an extra hard thrust.
“I like it better when you’re closer,” she admits, reaching behind her so she can wrap her arms around my neck. The position gives me a great view of her tits, her perfect pink nipples and I stare down the length of her body, my eyes cataloging every freckle I can see.
Still haven’t had a chance to count them all yet. Need to make more of an effort, but it’s so damn difficult. Every time I get her naked the last thing I’m thinking about is counting her freckles…
“Nothing better than having you in my arms,” I murmur as my hands roam over her silky soft skin until I’m cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Damn, with her arms around me, her chest thrust out, my dick buried deep in her tight, wet warmth, I’m gonna blow. Soon. I thought this slow and easy stuff would be just that—slow and easy.
But that’s not happening. Without thought I increase my pace, tightening my hands on her breasts, making her whimper. She tosses her head back, resting it on my shoulder and I lean down, pressing my mouth to her cheek. “You close?” I ask.
She nods frantically, strands of red hair falling into my face. “Y-yes.”
I should’ve known. She gets close and her voice starts to shake. Her entire body trembles and there’s a little hitch in her breath I find impossibly sexy. That I’m the one who can make the snarky, feisty Jade Frost fall apart like this, makes me feel like a fucking God.
No girl has ever affected me like this.
Ever.
Twenty-Three
Shep
“So what’s it like?”
I turn to glare at Gabe who’s watching me with a neutral smile on his face. I don’t like that smile. It looks suspicious. Reeks of suspicion actually. “What’s what like?”
Monday morning, nine a.m. and we’re at the diner for breakfast as usual. It’s packed. As the semester winds down, there are less people on campus and more people…everywhere else.
“Banging the same chick every night for over a week straight. Curious minds want to know.” Gabe shoves a piece of toast in his mouth and chews, his gaze never leaving mine.
After a few seconds of irritation at his shitty question, I realize the bastard is serious. He genuinely is curious. Because everyone knows Gabe hasn’t been with a girl beyond one day, let alone a week. Same with Tristan.
Fine, same with me. But I’m a changed man, damn it. Thanks to Jade.
Hmm, Jade. Thinking of her immediately has my dick twitching. The shape of her mouth and the way it stretches when she smiles. How the color of her lips is the same pale pink shade as her nipples. The taste of her nipples, the way she moans and writhes beneath me when I suck on them. How slick and wet she is every time I slip my fingers between her legs. Every time. Always wet, only for me. Drives me out of my fucking mind.
Just thinking about her like this, with my friends in the middle of a very busy restaurant, is driving me out of my mind. I need to stop.
So I do.
Tristan is unusually quiet this morning, shoveling food in his mouth, his head bent as if he’s staring at his plate. He’s not very talkative. None of us have been. Hell, I’d considered skipping our traditional breakfast meeting and I never do that.