Page 81 of You Said I Was Your Favorite

His gaze finds mine, hot and unfocused, his features strained. He’s doing his best to keep himself in check and that is a thrilling realization. That I somehow undo him like he does me.

“I don’t want a sandwich,” I tell him as sincerely as I can.

His smile is slow. Devastating. With skilled fingers he undoes the snap, the cups of my bra loosening but not quite exposing me. I wait with my breath lodged in my throat as his big hands brush the first cup aside, and then the other, his gaze never straying from my chest.

I went from let’s take this slow to letting him get my bra off in about fifteen minutes. Maybe less. Does this make me amoral?

I don’t even care anymore. I want his hands on me. My nipples are hard, stiff peaks that ache to the point of pain and if he doesn’t touch me there soon, I might scream.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasps and I can hear the sincerity ringing in his words. In the way he looks at me, his head’s slow descent, the back of his hand drifting across my right nipple, making me gasp.

He does the same thing to my left breast, that barely-there touch twisting my insides, leaving me throbbing between my legs. His mouth is back on mine, his touch becoming bolder, his hands squeezing my flesh, thumbs brushing my nipples and I whimper against his lips, wanting more. Greedy with it.

Arch ends the kiss, his mouth finding my neck, drifting down. Across my collarbone, my chest. The tops of my breasts. I sink my fingers into his hair, holding on to him lightly, afraid he might pull away, though he doesn’t. He kisses my breasts, all around my nipples, and I bring my legs in, pressing my thighs against his hips, frustration streaming through my blood.

When his tongue darts out and licks at my nipple, I almost fall apart. And when he draws it into his mouth, sucking it deep, I cry out.

The insistent pull of his mouth creates an answering pull low in my belly and I wind my legs around his hips, clinging to him, his erection brushing against me. He presses closer, his weight settling more firmly on top of me and I welcome it.

Crave it.

He crawls up my body, his hungry mouth on mine, the kiss almost feral. Sloppy. Teeth and tongue and gasps and spit and groans. His hand drifts, his fingers skimming my skin, disappearing for a moment only to return, sliding up my skirt, my thighs, streaking across the front of my panties.

“This isn’t taking it slow,” he murmurs against my lips and I can’t help it.

I laugh, spreading my legs wider, eager to feel him there again. And he doesn’t disappoint. His fingers test me, stroking. Teasing. Sliding inside me until I’m clinging to him, a gasping, writhing mess. Coming so hard I swear I see stars.

* * *

Long minuteslater and we’re walking back to campus, Arch wearing a knowing smile the entire time. Me with a haphazard, sloppy bun on top of my head, still dazed from the orgasm he gave me. I don’t even know how I’m upright. My legs feel like wobbly noodles, barely able to stand.

He sends me a look at one point, so much heat and promise in his eyes that I swear my skin catches fire. How I don’t just burn up in flames where I stand, I’m not sure.

“What are you doing tonight?” His voice is casual, his hands sliding into his pockets as he walks and I stare at him, unsure how to answer.

Dad won’t be around. He’s going to dinner with Kathy. The distraction he’s looking for I suppose. This is what I’d hoped for. That Arch would ask me to do something to celebrate my birthday. And what I want to do might shock him, but for once in my life, I’m going to be brave.

I want to give him what he’s given me. An orgasm with my hands or maybe even…my mouth?

Nervousness races through my veins and I don’t know if I’m that brave.

Yet.

“Nothing,” I answer, hating how breathless and hopeful I sound. I shouldn’t be afraid to show my emotions to this boy, but I still sort of am. It’s a hard habit to break.

“Cadence is having a party,” he starts, and the disappointment that crashes into me is strong enough to make me stumble.

That was the last thing I expected him to say.

“Oh yeah?” I try to sound as casual as I can.

He nods. “Let’s go. You’ve never been to a party before, right?”

I shake my head. “Not the parties you go to.”

“Well, let me take you then.” He smiles, and in this moment, I refuse to fall under his sway.

“Arch…” I come to a stop and so does he, confusion on his handsome face. “She’s your ex-girlfriend.”

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