10. Dutton
Dutton
T he drive back to campus feels a hell of a lot longer than the drive out to the dance hall earlier tonight, despite the fact that I’m pushing the speed limit.
I find a parking spot across the street from her dorm and pull in.
After unbuckling my seat, I turn to face her, ready to let her know we’re going to go at her pace.
But she’s already out of my car and waiting for me on the sidewalk.
When I join her, she reaches for my hand and intertwines our fingers like she needs the connection, too.
As we practically race across the lawn to get into her building, I think her pace and my pace might just be the same.
“Are your roommates around tonight?” I ask as we enter the lobby of her dorm. Mine probably are, and they’re nosy as hell, so I’m hoping hers are studying at the library. All night.
“I have a single,” she tells me, scanning her ID to unlock the door. I don’t know whether to drop to my knees in prayer at this news or drop to my knees to worship her sweet pussy. Either way, I’m going to be on the verge of a religious experience.
Once we’re finally inside, I wrap my arms around her because I can’t wait another fucking second. My hands move to her hair, then her face. I’m tracing the outline of her lips when she presses a kiss to my fingers and stills my movement.
“So, is it safe to say you like dancing now?” she asks.
“I’m a fan for life. I really don’t know why it’s not more popular,” I say, before brushing my lips against hers. She tastes sweet, and she leaves me wanting more.
Resting her hands on my biceps, Bridgette smiles at me. “It is pretty popular,” she argues.
“Yeah, but I think it needs to be elevated to national pastime status. I didn’t realize it before, but dancing is like having sex, except you’re fully clothed.”
Her eyes widen and her eyelashes flutter. “Well, that, and the fact that you’re standing upright.”
I frown. “Who the hell have you been fucking? Don’t answer that. But in case no one ever told you, you can absolutely have sex standing up.”
Bridgette takes a half step away from me and looks down at herself. “I’m not sure I’m built for that,” she says, a short laugh escaping her full lips like she’s making a joke.
“The fuck you aren’t,” I say, gripping her waist and pulling her back to me. “Want me to prove it?”
“That’s unnecessary,” she says, her smile still a little tight. “I think upright sex is a position best left to the skinny girls.”
“Incorrect,” I say, keeping my hold on her and shifting my hips to remind her of what she does to me. “It’s a sex position for people who want to fuck standing up.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, but?—”
If this gorgeous woman thinks her body is anything less than a wet dream come true, I’m going to set her straight right now.
“I could bench press you,” I tell her. “So believe me when I say I’d have no fucking trouble holding you in my arms with your legs wrapped around my waist. I could do it for hours. ”
She gives me a patronizing smile and that same airy laugh that I now know is a tell for when she’s feeling insecure.
“Are you doubting me?” I ask, breaking my hold and strolling over to her bed.
It’s not one of those flimsy twin mattresses, thank fuck.
It’s a queen and there’s plenty of room for both of us.
“I’ve been wanting to get my hands back on your body since we left the dance hall.
I just never figured I’d be getting my reps in while doing it.
” I gesture to the bed that’s covered in a white duvet and a mountain of purple pillows.
“Mind if I use this as my weight bench?”
Bridgette laughs again, but this time it’s with amusement and not self-deprecation. “You are not going to?—”
“I told you before. My plan for tonight is to do anything you want. Anything and everything. If that’s you in my arms while we watch a movie, cool. If that’s you in my arms while I get in a quick workout and prove you wrong, excellent.”
She crosses the small room to join me. “What if it’s me in your arms while you help me out of this dress?”
I press a kiss to her soft lips. “Even better.”
When I tug at the string on the side of her dress, I feel like a kid at Christmas, unwrapping a gift.
The fabric falls away, revealing soft, creamy skin, and more damn material.
I undo the tie at the other side of her waist and holy.
Fucking. Hell. Her breasts are nearly spilling out of the purple lacy cups of her bra.
My mouth is practically watering, so when she cups the underside of her tits and offers them to me, I’m powerless to resist. Fastening my lips around her tight, hard nipple, I suck as I twirl my tongue across the lacy fabric.
Bridgette whimpers as she clutches at my shoulders.
I’m no fucking fool, so I reach up to toy with her other nipple while I worship this one with my mouth.
I could do this all damn night. I no longer need food or water because I’m pretty damn sure I can survive on the breathy moans I’m drawing out of her.
Every time she shudders, or grips me, or gasps, I’m empowered all over again.
The scent of her arousal is unmistakable, and I haven’t even touched her silky purple panties yet, even though I’m dying for more contact.
Speaking of needing more contact, she’s pulling at the collar of my shirt, so I reluctantly step back and whip it over my head before tossing it behind me.
“Damn.” The curse escapes her lips as she lets her green eyes roam over my shoulders, chest, and abs. “Your body is a work of art,” she says, her fingers dancing over my skin.
My lips curl up in a smile as she takes a seat on the bed.
“I like yours better.” She relaxes against the mound of pillows, so I join her on the bed, kneeling in between her spread legs.
Lifting my right hand, I press the pad of my thumb to her nipple, then do the same with my left.
She’s keening for me, unintelligible words tumbling from her mouth.
Working my thumbs in a circular motion, I apply more pressure before pinching one nipple, then the other.
She cries out, and I’m so damn desperate to press my face, my nose, my lips between her thighs just to feel how fucking soaked she is right now, but I hold off because we’re just getting started.
“Can you come like this?” I ask, even though I’m probably about thirty seconds away from learning that answer for myself.
“No. Maybe? I don’t know,” she answers, breathless.
Her thighs are trembling, and when I look down, I notice that there’s a wet spot spreading over her purple panties.
Fuck . I let go of her breast with my left hand so I can grip my cock and keep from coming in my damn pants.
Pressing the heel of my hand to the base of my dick through the thick fabric of my jeans, I stave off my impending orgasm for now.
When I’ve got myself under control, I drag my left hand up over her body and cup her tit before toying with her nipple again.
I lean in to kiss her soft lips, but my whole body freezes when I find her frowning.
“It just doesn’t make sense,” she says, confusion marring her pretty features.
“What,” I ask, “the fact that I’m fully functional even though all the blood in my body has rushed to my cock? I know. It’s a medical mystery.”
“No,” she laughs. “My reaction to you. I actually want to have sex.”
Now I can’t help laughing. “And this surprises you? Ouch. Would you like me to put a bag over my head?”
“Haha,” she drawls. “You have to know you’re the kind of handsome that gets noticed.”
I bend to press a kiss to the soft skin of her belly. “Says the woman I spotted from across the room and had to talk to because she took my damn breath away.”
Her cheeks are pink, so I trail kisses up to her chest, over each perfect breast, and up the column of her neck until I’m finally joining my lips with hers. “I meant what I said before. We don't have to have sex.”
“But I want to, that’s what’s crazy. My mind wants to, and my body wants to, and I’m not really used to them being in sync.
I don’t have a ton of experience,” she says, her eyes glued to mine, “but I’ve had sex before.
It was never bad, but it was never that good, either.
I never understood why people made such a big deal about it, you know? ”
“Honestly? No. I am fully aware of what all the fuss is about,” I tell her, my hands wandering over her curves because damn it, I just can’t stop touching her.
“Well, I never was,” she says, clearly exasperated.
“Sex was…like a blockbuster movie to me. You know that big summer movie everybody talks about? It’s always one with aliens or fast cars and high speed chases and shirtless heroes?
That’s sex. Everybody raves about it, but then when I do it, it’s just kinda…
meh. Not a bad way to spend an evening, but you won’t find me standing in line for a ticket every night. ”
My hand hovers over the juncture of her thighs, close, but not quite touching.
I let it hang there, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her skin.
After about ten seconds, she arches her body up, her satin and lace-covered pussy making contact with my fingers.
She’s fucking aching for my touch. “You sure about that?” I ask, not bothering to hide the cockiness in my tone.
“You sure you wouldn’t wait in line for this? ”
“I’m only sure of one thing right now,” she tells me.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She’s biting her bottom lip, and I don’t think she has a clue how hot she looks right now.“I know that I want you. Now. I want your tongue and your fingers and your cock. I want to feel more of you, more of this.”
I can’t hold out any longer, so I bend down and drop a kiss on the wet spot at the center of her panties before I move back up to her breasts, kissing one nipple and then the other.