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So I took the reigns. He didn’t hesitate, and that first kiss was enough to make me need him even more. It was my last night, and I was going to make it count. At least I could leave the country with the memories. It didn’t occur to me until he requested the rideshare that we hadn’t talked about where we were going. We’d made it out of the bar, but that was as far as our plans went. I was the one to instigate us leaving together, so maybe he assumed I’d take him back to my place. That wasn’t an option. I’d turned the keys for my house in that afternoon and was spending my last night before heading out in a hotel. Somehow bringing him to a tiny hotel room stuffed to the brim with my possessions didn’t give off the sexy vibe I was hoping for.
Fortunately, it wasn’t an issue. Darren didn’t even ask before telling the car to bring us to his place. We climbed in the back seat before I started wondering what I was getting myself into. This was a guy who had only just turned twenty-one. Were we going to show up at some cramped place with a bunch of roommates and towers made out of empty pizza boxes? I was only a few years older than him, but it felt like twenty-one was far behind me, and the only experience I had with guys that age didn’t exactly fill me with confidence.
But I was very wrong.
The car dropped us off in front of a house with a manicured lawn and an expensive car sitting in the driveway. My stomach sank a little.
“Is this your parents’ house?” I asked.
He looked at me with a strange expression and scoffed.
“No,” he said. “It’s mine.”
This was far from what I expected. Darren clearly had money, or his family did. Not that it mattered or made any difference. As he unlocked the door, I pulled out my phone to text Kira. My twin sister and I were as close as everyone expected twins to be, and we always made sure to give each other a heads-up when we weren’t going to be in at our usual time or would be going out with someone new. When the message was sent, I tucked my phone away and headed inside to finish seducing Darren.
We walked inside, and I decided not to beat around the bush. Time was slipping away, and I wanted as much of him as I could get. He guided me through the house, and when we got to his bedroom, I walked right inside and headed for his bed. I didn’t want any ambiguity about what was on my mind.
I sat on the edge of his bed, beckoning him toward me with one finger. An eager grin spread across his face as he walked toward me, undoing his belt and tossing it away. Our mouths crushed into a deep kiss, and I leaned back onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt quickly as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. He hovered over me, and I opened my legs to let him rub against my core. He took the invitation. His cock was hard and thick and pressed against me through our layers of clothes. Clothes that would soon be thrown around the room.
His hands ran up my legs as I wrapped them around his hips, and he squeezed my ass playfully hard. I squealed and it seemed to egg him on, his fingers sliding under my lacy panties to get at the skin underneath. He massaged my bottom while we kissed, and he began to grind into me, letting the warmth and the wetness of my pussy soak through the panties and leave traces on the fabric over his zipper.
I finally worked the shirt open, and he stood up, yanking it off his arms and away. His muscular chest rose and fell fast as his excitement was palpable. I felt it, too, and when he reached forward to undo the buttons on the front of my dress, I felt light-headed and weak. I wanted to feel his touch, his fingers on my bare skin.
When he had barely gotten the buttons past my chest, I wiggled my arms out and he dove his face between my breasts. I arched back as his cock pushed hard into my center, and his five o’clock shadow rubbed against the sensitive skin of my heaving chest. I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra, and he grabbed the fabric with one hand and pulled it away. My large, heavy breasts spilled out, and he looked mesmerized by them momentarily.
Gently but firmly, he reached both hands down and filled them, my nipples deep in his palm. Lowering himself down again, he let his tongue trail from the center to one nipple, swirling and then suckling it until it was perky and pointed. Then he trailed his tongue the other way, repeating the motion. My breath hitched at the deliberate and measured pace he took, as if he wanted that moment to last longer and was in no hurry to be done with me. It made me feel desired, and special the way he wanted to take his time, as if I was a goddess he was paying tribute to.
