I hear a few people call out my name in celebration, and I just wave at them while I keep my lips on Indie’s, who opens her mouth, inviting me in. I groan against her mouth and slip my tongue inside. I find a wall and back her up against it. Her hands fall to the loops of my jeans and she tugs on them while I press my hands against the wall behind her, keeping my mouth fused with hers.
Sweet and titillating, she tastes so fucking good, like strawberries and beer.
We didn’t drink at the game like everyone else, and we’ve only had one beer at the party. I think it’s because we’re both aware of what’s going to happen tonight and we want to be alert when it does.
I haven’t seen her all week other than in class, as our schedules have clashed, so when I picked her and Scarlett up for the game, I was more than ready to take her back to my bedroom. Now, it’s all I want to do.
I pull away and lean closer to her ear where I whisper, “Want to go upstairs?”
“Can you?” she asks, looking up at me with those stunning eyes of hers.
“I can do whatever the hell I want.”
She smiles and then nods. Taking my hand in hers, we walk through the living room to the stairs and straight back to my bedroom.
I close the door behind me with my foot and then lean against it, taking her in. She wore a Brentwood U shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Her hair is straight, and well, fuck, she’s stunning.
Nodding at her, I say, “Strip for me, babe.”
“Just like that, you think I’m going to listen to your demands?” she asks, sticking her hands in her back pockets, pushing her breasts out even more.
“Yeah, I do.”
She chuckles and kicks off her shoes. I do the same. “I don’t know, I think I need to be convinced how much you want me.”
I glance at my crotch and say, “Come feel me, and you’ll figure it out quickly.”
“No, tell me something. Every admission will grant you a piece of clothing.”
She wants to play a game? I’m down, especially if it means she’s stripping.
“Okay. The first time I ever met you at Boondoggles, I couldn’t stop staring at the way your tits bounced when you celebrated a victory.”
A sly smile spreads across her face. “I saw you checking me out.” She strips her shirt off, leaving her in a pink lacy bra.
I drag my hand over my mouth. “Wear that just for me?”
“Maybe. Now tell me something else.”
“The first night you slept over, I desperately wanted to slip my hand under your shirt, anything to feel your skin. I was fucking burning for you like I am right now.”
Satisfied with that answer, she pushes her pants down, revealing a matching thong. Clothes pushed away, she saunters over to me, and drags her hand up my shirt, taking it off. I stand there, enjoying her hands roaming the contours of my chest right before they fall to my jeans. She undoes them and pushes them all the way to the floor where I step out of them, leaving me in just my boxer briefs.
She moves her hand to my groin and cups me in her palm. A sweet moan bubbles up and out of her throat as she falls to her knees and peels my briefs down.
Leaning against the door, I suck in a sharp breath when she cups my balls and brings her lips to them where she presses a light kiss, her mouth just a whisper on me. My dick twitches above her with every touch of her mouth, begging to be taken in.
Her tongue peeks out and draws a long line up the underside of my cock, and then she stands and brings me to the bed where she makes me sit. I lean back on my elbows, staring at her gorgeous body. My dick wants inside her. Urgently.
Turning around, she shows me her sweet ass, the globes so perfect that I want to bite into each of them. She spreads my legs, grips my knees, and starts working her ass over my cock.
“Ah, fuck, babe. Are you trying to kill me?”
“No, just waiting for more evidence.”
“Is my cock not evidence enough?”
“I want to hear it from your lips.”
My length falls between her two warm globes, and I suck in a sharp breath to keep myself from losing it.
Fuuuck.
“Our first training,” I groan out, my voice pained. “When you were squatting in your bike shorts, I couldn’t stop staring at your ass and the way your tits were practically spilling out of your sports bra.”
She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, dropping it to the floor. I sit up and look over her shoulder at her fantastic tits. I grip them, letting the weight of them float in my hands. Her head falls back on my shoulder as I massage her breasts, bringing my fingers to the points and rolling her nipples.
“Yes,” she whispers, moving her hips over mine relentlessly. “One more, Lincoln. Tell me one more thing.”
“Sit on top of me and I’ll tell you.”
She gets up, so I lie on the bed where she straddles my lap and continues to move over me, her hand on my abdomen as she rocks.
Like a goddamn goddess, she floats over me, reminding me with every pass of her hips how lucky I am to have her in my life, to be the guy she chose.
Christ, the way she rubs against me, it feels so good, so fucking good, but there’s only one way to make it that much better.
Reaching up, I take her breast in my hand, roll it around in my palm and say, “Remember the first time we showered in the locker room? After you left to get dressed in the bathroom stall, I jacked off in the shower.”
She pauses, her eyes falling to mine. “Seriously?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “Yeah, babe. It was too much for me. The entire workout, and then you naked only ten feet away, seeing the water cascade down your body. I was so goddamn hard there was no way I would have been able to walk out of there without doing something about it.”
She gets off my lap, shimmies out of her thong and then climbs back on, but stays on all fours, taunting me.
“I’ve masturbated to thoughts of you in the shower often. You’re not the only one who was turned on during that time.”
“That’s fucking hot. Fingers or vibrator?”
“Fingers. Scarlett is the one with the toys, not me.”
“Babe.” I flip her onto her back. “I want to see you do that sometime.”
“Get myself off?”
I nod, bringing my mouth to her neck. “Yeah, I think it would be such a turn-on. But not tonight. Tonight, I need you for myself.” My mouth reaches her jaw. “All of you.”
“I need that too.” Her hands fall to my back, down to my ass. She presses me down on her so my dick glides over her spread legs.
“Hell, Indie,” I breathe against her skin. “I have a feeling I’m going to embarrass myself.”
“Don’t worry, I’m right there with you.” She takes one of my hands and brings it between her legs and against her slick center. “I’m throbbing. Needing release. I need you to ease the pressure.” I go to move down her body with my mouth but she stops me. “No, I need you inside me. Please tell me you have condoms.”
“I do,” I say, reaching into my nightstand and pulling one out. Once I’m sheathed, I lie back down on top, and she spreads her legs even wider. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, knowing this is the final line to cross when it comes to our relationship becoming full-fledged fuck buddies.