“Yeah, baby?”
“More.” I dragged out the word on a soft moan.
He quickly obliged and coaxed out the orgasm I was so desperate for. Bright light burst behind my eyes. It took all my self-control to keep from screaming and waking up the whole damn dorm. I had been waiting for this since I left his house.
He jumped off the bed and walked out of my room. I lay there, staring at the door with my body twitching.
“What the hell?”
Did he really just give me an orgasm and then run? My legs were too shaky to chase after him. Plus I was naked and stretched out on the bed. Suddenly, the door opened again. He closed it, locked it, and then dropped his shorts.
I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from saying anything crude. Because one look at his hard cock and I was ready to turn into a very dirty girl. He held up a condom and flashed a grin.
“I was unprepared,” he said.
“Hurry.”
“You’re so greedy.”
“Yeah, I am,” I retorted. “Do something about it.”
He chuckled and climbed back onto the bed, then positioned himself between my legs. His hard length pressed against my wet folds. One hand held my hip while the other teased my clit, driving me crazy with need for him to be inside me.
He grabbed his cock and slid the tip down my slick, swollen folds.
“Stop teasing me,” I moaned again.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you beg.”
“I wouldn’t have to beg if you’d just fuck me already.”
Those seemed to be the right words. He slid inside me with one, slow thrust. Every inch stretched me until he was balls deep. He stayed perfectly still. I was certain we were both holding our breath.
“God, you feel good,” he said.
He pulled back slowly, watching me carefully before slamming home again, making me gasp and arch up into him. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. The pressure built like a tidal wave about to break. His lips brushed mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his hips slammed into me over and over again. His other hand moved up to cup one of my breasts, pinching the nipple until I cried out in pleasure. He muffled my cry with a passionate kiss.
“I could do this all night, Cece,” he murmured. “I love being inside you. So good. So hot and wet.”
Grady’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his muscles tightened as he drove into me. My own body was on fire, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.
“Cece,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained. “I can’t—I’m close.”
“Me too,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his back. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His movements became erratic, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. And then it broke, crashing over me in a blinding rush of ecstasy. I bit down on my lip to stifle the scream that threatened to escape. My body trembled as the orgasm ripped through me.
Grady followed moments later, his body stiffening as he buried himself to the hilt. He let out a low groan, his head dropping to my shoulder, and he shuddered through his release.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. There was something raw and unguarded in his gaze, something that made my heart ache.
“That was…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if words failed him.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
He leaned down and kissed me softly, his lips lingering against mine. “We shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured when he pulled away. “But you make me crazy. All my rules, all my self-control, they go out the window when you’re near me. Hell, even when you’re not.”
“You make me the same way,” I agreed, though I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
He sighed and rolled onto his back beside me, one arm draped over his eyes. “This complicates things.”
“It does,” I said quietly. But even as I said it, I couldn’t help but smile. Complicated or not, it had been worth it.
“And since we’ve already complicated things, give me five minutes and we’ll complicate it a bit more.”
I laughed softly. “Deal.”