Zack followed me to New York City when I left for college. More like I dragged him along, but regardless, he’s here. He’s been working full-time at an auto shop while taking some courses at a trade school in the city. He lives in an apartment about three miles from the NYU dorms I’m staying in, so we get to see each other all the time.
Recently, he applied for an apprenticeship that would allow him to do a paid internship while earning credits toward his automotive degree.
“Well, open it or I will.” I try to snatch it back, but he holds it up over his head.
“I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” He takes a deep breath then lowers his mail. His finger sweeps under the flap and he slides the letter out. One last look at me with wide eyes full of anxiousness and he flips the letter open. “I got it! Hell yeah, I fucking got it.”
I throw my arms around him. “I knew you would, baby.”
He tosses the letter off the bed. “This calls for a celebration.”
“What do you have in mind?” My brows waggle. “Takeout? Movies?”
In one fell swoop, he scoops me up and lays me on my back. His face hovering over mine. “Something better.” His soft lips graze over mine, teasing me—tempting me. “I’m hungry, but I want something sweeter.”
Grabbing the back of his head, I try to force him to kiss me, but he smirks, biting the corner of his lip, driving me wild. “Kiss me, damnit,” I hiss, bucking my hips against his rock-hard cock.
“Not. Yet.” His body slithers downward until his face is level with my crotch. Fingers grip the sides of my yoga pants and he pulls them down, taking my panties along for the ride.
I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him with anticipation.
Once my lower half is rid of all clothing, he lifts my shirt up and pulls it over my head then unclasps my bra. My breasts break free and he sucks the bud of my nipple into his mouth. My head falls back, as I relish the pleasure and what’s to come.
Two fingers slope inside of me as he continues to suck, moving from one nipple to the next, giving both equal attention.
When he starts to slide down again, I place a hand on his head before he sucks my clit between his teeth. His fingers go knuckle-deep, pumping inside of me while his tongue licks me up and down like I’m his own personal snack. “So fucking good, baby. This beats any food you could ever put on a plate in front of me.”
I chuckle, right before he teases my clit again, jolting my body upward. I grip the hair on his head and grind myself against his face. Just when I feel like I’m on the verge of coming, he stops. “Baby?” I whimper, wanting more.
In a fleeting moment, he strips down and climbs back on top of me. The head of his dick slides in and my fingers tangle around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. We drink each other in, sharing our breaths, knotting our tongues.
He pushes farther in until I’m completely filled with him. Pulsating continuously in rapid movements. My body quivers in response as zaps of electricity reverberate through me.
Zack slides a hand down between us and raises his hips then rubs circles around my clit, continuing to pump his cock inside me.
He releases a low-pitched groan then heaves a few sharp breaths.
When he picks up his pace, he begins rubbing me faster. My body fills with heat. It’s hot, then cold, my mind foggy and my self-control nonexistent as he sends me to the height of my orgasm.
“Fuck, baby,” he cries out. Giving me a few more forceful blows of his pelvis. He releases a breath, and I do the same as we both come down from our orgasms. Still inside of me, he lowers his full weight on my body. I wrap my arms around him. His head resting on my chest.
“Told you I had something better in mind.”
An airy laugh escapes my lungs. “You weren’t lying.”
His head lifts, his eyes on mine. “I love you, baby.” he says before kissing me.
“I love you, more.”
Since our first encounter in front of the high school, I knew there was something special about this guy. He told me first impressions were the most important, and he gave me the best. There might have been some grey areas in between, but it only made us stronger. He’s my forever, and I’m his Blue Jay. Only, I’m not flying away. Not now, not ever.
The End.
About the Author
Rachel Leigh writes Contemporary and New Adult Romance with twists and turns, suspense and steam. She resides in West Michigan with her husband, three kids, and a couple fur babies.
Rachel lives in leggings, overuses emojis, and survives on books and coffee. Writing is her passion. Her goal is to take readers on an adventure with her words, while showing them that even on the darkest days, love conquers all.
Jasmine
By Sahara Roberts
Sahara Roberts
I’m at the end of my rope, but three nights could change my life…
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Jasmine © 2021 Sahara Roberts
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Jasmine
“Jasmine, may I ask, are you a virgin?”
My jaw drops, and I sit here blinking at the woman who’s just introduced herself as Nina. Did she just ask what I think she asked? No, I must have misunderstood. “Excuse me?”
To her credit, she crosses her legs and gives me a pleasant smile. She said she had a business proposition. How often does she show up at random dorm rooms asking girls about their sexual history?
“I work for an organization that connects people who want a product or service with someone who can provide said product or service.” Somehow, she’s managed to say all that with a straight face. Yet, with all those words, I still don’t know what she means. It could be she works the information desk at the hospital.