“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, jaw tight as I remember how good my cock felt rubbing against her belly as she whimpered into my mouth. Even just feeling her through our clothes was one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life.
I wasn’t surprised or even a little bit ashamed when I got back to my room and found the inside of my jeans smeared with sticky cum.
Yup. I came in my fucking pants from a hot makeout session and some grinding. Teenage Owen would definitely be embarrassed by that, but now, I’ll fucking wear it as a badge of honor.
Because I finally got to taste the lips of the only woman I’ve ever truly been obsessed with. The only woman I’ve ever lost sleep over—had fucking wet dreams about.
Tonight, for just a short time, Meadow was mine.
And now, I’m alone and tugging at my dick, insatiable and on the edge of blowing my load for the second time tonight.
At least it won’t be in my pants this time.
My biceps flex as my arm supports my body weight against the wall. I swipe my thumb across the precum leaking from the head of my cock before spreading the wetness up and down my length, trying my best to pretend that it’s Meadow’s tight pussy sucking me in.
Fuck, I can’t even begin to imagine how good that would feel.
I reach down and squeeze my balls, trying like hell to hold off my release for a few seconds longer.
Screwing my eyes shut to keep the fantasy alive, I toss my head back and imagine that it’s Meadow bouncing on my cock, my hands gripping her soft hips as she rides me hard.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my voice guttural. “Yeah. Ride my fucking cock, just like that.”
Next, I imagine reaching for her cunt and slipping my fingers between our sweaty bodies to massage her sensitive clit while she fucks me. I want us both to come at the same time. I want to feel her pussy milking my cock as I pump her full.
When I reach around and slap her ass, she repeats my name in a string of broken moans, clearly loving the sting. I lift my shoulders to lean up and take one of her swollen nipples into my mouth, switching between licking and sucking on the peaked bud.
My jaw clenches, and I lose control as Meadow claws her fingers across my chest, her nails digging little crescent moons into my skin. Her brows pinch together in pleasure, her mouth forming an O seconds before she—
“Gah,” I grunt, snapping back to reality as my cock twitches in my hand. “That’s good. So fucking good.”
My hand works up and down my length as my orgasm rockets through me, hot streams of cum spilling over my fingers, abs, thighs, and onto the dirty towel I placed beneath my feet.
My abs clench, and my muscles quiver as I rub out every last drop, stroking my cock until it goes flaccid. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as I come down from the high, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Sweat beads down my temples and neck as I push off the wall and run my one clean hand through my tousled hair.
“Shit,” I exhale, still out of breath.
I bend down and swipe the towel off the floor, using the dry side to clean myself up before sliding my boxers back up my hips.
If tonight were any other night, I would quietly slip inside Meadow’s room and take a quick shower.
But I don’t trust myself. Not afterthat.
If just fucking my hand to the thought of her makes me come that hard, then I’m honestly scared shitless of how my body would react if I ever had the real thing. I might actually explode—disintegrate to ash like a vampire beneath the sun.
All I know is that it’s best I keep my distance tonight.
I thought I would feel better after finally kissing her. But instead, I feel even more insatiable. A thousand times needier.Hungrier.
The next time I get my hands on Meadow Riley, it’s going to fucking kill me if I have to stop.
FIFTEEN
Meadow
I never thought I would wish for a cold, gloomy Chicago morning until now.
