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I leaned into his kiss, and his lips moved slowly against mine. His hands traveled down to my waist, slipping underneath my shirt and lingering on my stomach. My muscles tightened, unwillingly reacting to the cool and familiar touch of his hands.
“You must’ve been lonely in that apartment by yourself,” I joked. Even though I had just given myself a pep talk prior to his arrival, I couldn’t keep a level head when his mouth was traveling against my jawline, his breath warm and heavy behind my earlobe.
He laughed and leaned back to look at me. “You have no idea.”
He bent down and grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me against the wall but spinning us around so we could fall on the couch. I released my grip around his neck so I could pull at his sweatpants. He hovered over me and trailed kisses until he found the sensitive spot on my neck. A moan slipped from my lips, and I followed the V of his hips until my hand was wrapped around his cock. We fell completely into each other, picking up right where we had left off before break. I had missed him on top of me.
“Very lonely.” He grinned.
I gazed up at him and clasped the back of his head to draw his mouth back to mine. When he tried to pull away, I tugged his bottom lip between my teeth.
A sexy smirk curled into the corner of his mouth, sending a rush of sparks between my legs. He slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. Even though it was a sight I had seen so many times, I caught myself staring at him. With just one swift movement, he revealed a six-pack and toned arms I couldn’t wait to be wrapped up in. His body was gorgeous.
“Take these off.” He pulled at the band of my sweatpants. While I worked to slide them over my feet, he reached behind the side of the couch for his bag.
“And this.” He gestured toward my shirt and threw a condom on the coffee table. I giggled as he kissed up my stomach, his lips closing around my nipple. He sucked softly at first, but he quickly became more eager once his fingers brushed my panty line and found their way between my legs. My nails dug into his shoulder blades when he stuck two fingers inside me.
“You’re so wet,” he growled and grasped the back of my neck with his free hand to pull my mouth to his. He kissed me roughly, matching how his fingers moved against my G-spot. I could feel myself closing around him, begging for him to keep going as I climbed closer and closer to a release. I whimpered against his lips when his thumb teased my clit.
Just as I was about to climax, Bryson threw himself toward the end of the couch and drew my legs apart with his forearms. I stared at him, half of me frustrated at the sudden halt but the other half of me eager for what was coming next. His cocky grin resurfaced, and without breaking eye contact, he lowered his mouth. I watched his tongue stroke my clit, and my head fell back against the couch. I moaned and gripped the armrest behind me. Once he slipped his fingers back inside me and matched the rhythm with his tongue, I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Oh my god,” I whispered right before I closed my eyes and clenched my thighs to try to stop them from shaking. My heart thudded heavily against my chest, and my breath came in gasps as I tried to come back down. While I recovered, I could hear Bryson unwrapping the condom. He sat down on the couch and grabbed at my waist. He never wasted any time with transitions.
“Come here,” he ordered and pulled me into his lap. He slowly slid himself inside me, filling me over and over again.
I gripped the back of his head and slammed my hips against his, matching his pace and finding the angle I needed to put me over the edge one more time. His hand returned to my clit, adding to the pressure I had built up inside me.
“Keep doing that,” I begged, placing my hands on the cushion behind his head. I slowed down our pace and ground my hips against the movements he was making with his thumb. “Harder.”
He let out a slow exhale and smiled up at me. Obeying my command, his eyes never left mine. His hands kept perfect time with his strokes until suddenly I was close to seeing stars. His thighs shook slightly, and I could tell he was close.
“Come for me,” he pleaded.
As if those words were all I needed, I began to shake against his chest, sinking my fingernails into his back. I felt his teeth on my shoulder as I cried out, his fingers gripping my backside. A soft groan slipped through his teeth, and his forehead fell against my chest. We sat tangled up in skin and sweat, neither of us attempting to move.
“It’s hot,” I finally said, sliding onto the cushion beside him. I grabbed the blanket I had used earlier and wrapped it around my naked body. Having sex with someone was one thing, but sitting around together naked was another.
Bryson tossed the condom in the kitchen garbage. On his way back to the couch, he pulled out a purple bag of Skittles from his book bag. He raised his eyebrows and tossed a few of the candies in his mouth. His hungry stare reminded me that I was still naked underneath Katie’s Chicago Blackhawks blanket.
The Maci from earlier would have to get over herself. There was no way on God’s green earth that I was scrapping this fuckboy hookup.
Chapter27
Jaxon
January 2016
After a late night of drinking,I liked to play this game with myself to see if I could guess where I was before I opened my eyes. Since late-night drinking was something I did more often than I would like to admit, I got pretty good at sifting through my foggy memory to come up with clues for my current location.
I couldn’t move my right arm, which meant someone was lying on top of it. The blanket on top of me felt heavy, letting me know I wasn’t at home because I would never sleep with this thick of a blanket. It smelled like flowery perfume, and suddenly images of a matching black and red lingerie set filled up the memory reel from last night.
Blonde hair, brown eyes, and was it a hip tattoo? I was at either Rachel's or Cora’s house. Based on how things were going last night, my guess was Rachel.
“Jaxon?” A soft voice murmured from the edge of the bed. It was Cora.
Eh. I had a fifty-fifty shot.
I pulled my arm out from under her side and admired her ass in what was left of her lacy black underwear. I needed to make an exit ASAP without waking another round of, “Where are you going? Do you want to get breakfast or something?”
