He rakes one hand through his hair, and then with a grin, he runs forward and pulls his knees up, rolling into a cannonball before smacking the water. The waves ripple out from where his body hits, lapping at my chest and extending over the edge of the pool a bit, and I laugh. He looks so boyish and carefree, the complete opposite from the Corbin I know.
His head pops up in front of me, and he wraps strong hands around my waist, crashing me to him. I giggle and curl my legs around his waist, almost as if my body were working on its own without a conscious thought from me. He drags me from the wall, holding me above the water with his strong kicks, and we are suspended in the middle of the pool, like we’re floating in our own universe.
I place my hands on either side of his face, holding him as my eyes search his. It’s like a scene from a damn romantic movie, but this is my life. This is happening.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs right before I crash my lips to his.
Our breaths mingle as our mouths work in tandem, pleasure coursing through my body at the contact. It brings back vivid memories of the other times we have touched, caressed, and orgasmed together.
I press my hips in closer, feeling him grow hard. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss as his legs stop, and we slowly sink below the water. We hit the bottom, me sitting on top of him, our mouths still attached. The water rushing around our ears is silent, cocooning us in a bubble that I never want to leave. I open my eyes, pulling back, looking at him in the distorted view my eyes give me underwater. He’s still beautiful, and I ache to have him inside me again.
He wraps an arm around my waist, pushing off from the bottom and propelling us up and out of the surface. We suck in air and hold each other, laughing.
We freeze when we hear voices coming from the locker room. Free swim is almost over, and there must be a practice today. Corbin slowly releases me and climbs up the side, the water running off him, falling from his soaked briefs that hide nothing now that they are clinging to his skin. He leans down to help me out, pulling me up with ease and against his chest.
“Want to get out of here?” he murmurs against my hair, and I nod.
I scoop down and grab my shoes and bag, which holds my clothes and towel, and he pulls me along, only letting go of my hand to pick up his clothing. We burst out of the doors, breathless as chills coat our wet, mostly naked bodies. But I don’t care as I run alongside him in my swimsuit while he smirks at students staring at us. We make quite a pair.
He pulls me through the lobby of the boys’ dorm, winking at the security guard on duty, who raises his hand in a fist bump as we pass by. As soon as we get in the elevator, Corbin backs me into the wall and pushes a knee between my legs, pressing against that sweet spot that makes me shift against him, looking for more friction. It looks like we might christen every elevator on this campus, and I’m okay with that. I hold on to him, craning my neck to the side as he sucks on the base of it, one hand cupping my breast and the other tangled in my wet hair.
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. We disentangle amid catcalls from the boys milling around the open space, and Corbin clutches my hand, pulling me down the hallway to the RA room they took over. Swiping his key card, he throws open the door, and I sigh in relief when I see it’s empty.
He twirls me around, kicking the door shut with his foot and touching his forehead to mine. Our bodies are aligned, his briefs soaking the bottom half of my formerly almost-dry swimsuit. He keeps his head against mine as his hands come up, sliding the straps of my one-piece down my shoulders and continuing along my arms until my breasts pop free. I hook my fingers into his boxers, pushing them down, as he strips my swimsuit as far as it will go, and I yank my hands free of the straps.
“God, I want to feel you again,” he says, tilting his mouth down and laying a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“What are you waiting for?” I say, a smile taking over my face as I wiggle the rest of the way out of my swimsuit.
He steps back, taking me in from head to toe, and I laugh a little of the sight of him. His briefs caught halfway on his thighs, his hard cock exposed, saluting me.
“You’re going to give me a complex if you laugh every time you see my cock,” he says, a smirk on his lips.
“I’m sorry. I’m being bad; you should punish me,” I say in a sultry voice, turning a little and sticking my ass out.
His hand strikes hard and fast, slapping me across one ass cheek, and I gasp, my eyes flying to his. He reaches out, smoothing his hand across where I can see a red mark blooming.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he murmurs, turning me to face him, grabbing a handful, and pulling me in.
His other hand pushes his briefs the rest of the way down, and then I’m against him, his dick throbbing between us.
I sink to my knees, one hand wrapping around him, and he groans, rocking his hips toward me. I relish in the power I have right now. I like the heady sensation it gives me when I open my mouth and take him in, feeling him hit the back of my throat and watching him shudder. I pull back and twirl my tongue around the head of him, flattening it on the underside and pressing up. His cock twitches in my mouth as I suck again, drawing him in, and I work the base with my hand.
He fists my hair, hissing through his teeth, and then I’m being turned around to face the bed. He runs two fingers through my slit, his arms snaking around me and I moan at the sensation. I’m wet, and he’s gliding through me.
“Damn, so wet. Fuckin’ soaked,” he says behind me.
Then, he pushes me down, my chest hitting the mattress, and his hands spread me open. I flinch as he runs a finger over my asshole, bearing down a little, and he chuckles.
“How does that feel, dirty girl? Want me to fuck you here?”
I groan into the bed, and he chuckles again.
“I won’t today. But I’m going to eventually.”
I can’t do anything but lie there, clenching at the picture rolling through my mind. A spasm rocks through me, and I shift a little.
“You like the thought of it, don’t you?” he asks, pulling my head up a little so I can answer.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he smirks.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.” He lets go of my hair, and then after quickly sheathing himself in a condom, he pushes into me with one quick thrust.
I jerk forward, my back arching at the intrusion, but I love every minute of it. I love him taking control, touching my body, and knowing what I want before I do.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my hands grappling for the covers as he sets a quick rhythm.
The bed squeaks, inching across the floor with each movement, and my breaths are heavy. I let out a noise with each thrust, squealing when his hand smacks my ass again, igniting the burn all over.
My orgasm comes on quickly, no warning as it rocks through me, and I go rigid as it consumes me. As I come down, my legs go weak, and before they collapse, Corbin hooks each one, putting me fully on the bed. Then, he pulls my hips back toward him and drives into me over and over. I reach back, wrapping my hand around his neck and pressing my back against his front, slowing him down. His hand comes around my waist, sliding up my stomach and he grabs my breast, squeezing as he releases a long breath against my skin.
“I never want this to end,” I whisper, and I feel him nod against my shoulder.
He pulls out, flipping me over to sit on the bed, and I’m boneless, unable to resist whatever he wants. He shifts me up, pulling my leg up and placing my foot against the bedside table. He drops between my spread legs, and I watch his face disappear, his tongue diving into my wet pussy with vigor. His licking and sucking bring me to the edge for the second time, and right before I go over, he stops.