15. Jeff
JEFF
T hank Christ.
I ground against her, loving the fuck out of the way she squirmed underneath me, and a desperate, almost animalistic need to find out what else she liked took over.
What would she do if I snuck my hand beneath the tight waistband of her tights?
What sounds would she make if I slipped my fingers inside her?
I sucked the skin just above her collarbone and bit down, wanting it to sting a little bit, but I didn’t stop there.
She tasted so damn good and I trailed farther down, over the bare shoulder that had distracted me the second she opened the door.
She moved her hands to grip the edge of my shirt and fisted the material in her hands, forcing it up my body and over my head.
What type of gentleman would I be if I didn’t oblige her demand?
I quickly repositioned to remove my shirt and tossed it on the ground. Her eyes glazed over with desire and she licked her lips when she reached up and traced my pecs. “God, your muscles are insane.”
“I like your hands on me,” I growled, when she trailed her dainty fingers downward toward the uncomfortable tent in my pants.
Her touch promised pleasure, but I wasn’t done exploring her.
Not even a little bit. Shit—she dipped into my pants.
I placed my hands on hers, stopping her movements and watching the flash of hurt cross her eyes .
What the hell? “Hey, do you know why I’m stopping you? ”
“No?” she said, more like a question, and red splotches started forming on her face. Her intense gaze moved from my face to my shoulder and something like anger lit me up inside. Why is she so unsure in the bedroom when she’s so passionate?
“Because, Amber, I’m selfish. I’ve been thinking about your body for days and want to spend time tasting you.
I won’t last long if you put your hand on my dick.
” I paused, letting her digest my words, and it took a bit before her gaze landed back on mine.
Without breaking eye contact, I straddled her and slipped my hands under her sweatshirt and slid the soft material over her head. “ Jesus. ”
She wore her tight black pants and the tiniest sheer bra with nothing but thin straps.
It gave me the hottest vision of her small tits pushing against the fabric, her dusky rose nipples pebbled and begging for attention.
I took one between my thumb and pointer, pinching it and teasing it.
She moaned and her eyes fluttered when I added my second hand, taking my time pleasuring her.
For some goddamn reason, I hated her uncertainty about her own sexuality and wanted her to know how attractive she was. I pulled with both of my hands and stared at each pebbled tip. “You have perfect nipples.”
“My boobs are small,” she said in just above a whisper.
She never opened her eyes when I dipped down and pushed the fabric to the side to suck one hard into my mouth.
The other one fit into my hand and I caressed it, switching back and forth between them with my mouth.
I flicked my tongue against one and blew on it and waited.
“Look at me,” I demanded. Her chest heaved with each shaky breath, but she finally met my eyes and I held her gaze when I brought my mouth down on her again. “They are fucking perfect for sucking. Watch me.”
I bit down, pulled up and let it go, leaving evidence of my saliva on her chest. “Do you like it when I do that?”
“Yes.” She puffed her chest out and ran her own hands over them. “No one’s told me I had good nipples before.”
“Then they are idiots.” I pressed a kiss right in the center of her chest, where there lacked cleavage, but it wasn’t any less attractive than girls with huge racks.
I could cup a breast in each hand and drive her crazy with my fingers while I licked down her soft stomach.
“Your skin tastes fucking good. It doesn’t make sense. ”
She giggled and put her hands in my hair. “No one’s ever said that either.”
“You need to sleep with better guys.” I paused and looked up, ignoring the foreign feeling in my gut when I said it. But when I looked at her expression, she had a smug grin. “What?”
“What do you think I’m doing right now?”
“Oh, you think we’re going to fuck tonight?” I teased, enjoying the hell out of her shock. “What if I just want to eat you out all night? Would you say no?”
Her lips trembled and nothing but a small gasp left her lips.
Good. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and continued my perusal of her exposed skin until I reached her pants.
It took a lot of effort to not rip them off her, but I managed to take my time sliding them off her legs and leaving her in a plain black thong.
There was a small patch of moisture showing on the outside and I grinned at her, tracing it with my finger. “Are you wet for me?”
She slammed her eyes shut and nodded.
“No going shy.” I moved up to her face and cupped the back of her head. “Amber, we agreed, no getting bashful.”
Her dark brown eyes held something like worry and confusion and it zapped the urgency from me. Why is she afraid? “Hey…we can stop.”
She sighed and tilted her head into my hand, hiding her face. “I feel like an idiot.”
“Why? Were you enjoying yourself?” Think about her, not your dick right now.
She kept staring everywhere besides my face and spoke in a monotone voice. “Look, I really haven’t ever hooked up with someone sober…or with the lights on.”
She what…? “Do you want the lights off?”
She reached for a sheet to cover her chest and turned away from me. “No. Well, yeah, but it’s not that. It’s uh…god, this is embarrassing.”
Never in my life had I been in this situation. My own insecurities rushed to the front of my mind. Was I not pleasing her enough or was I misreading her reactions? But small pieces of what she shared with me clicked together. “You’ve hooked up with a lot of guys, right?”
“Yes…as you have with plenty of girls.” This time there was fire in her voice and I was glad to hear it.
“Not judging you, just trying to figure out what’s going through your head. Why pull back with me?”
“Because, Jeff.” She huffed and gave me a wounded look, like she accepted defeat and was about to surrender.
“It was easier to sleep with guys who I didn’t know, wouldn’t see again, and with the alcohol flowing to ease the sting if they turned me down.
The lights were always off to hide the unattractive stuff and with you…
so open and vocal, I’m out of my element. ”
I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out.
She must’ve taken that as an insult and moved from the bed to grab her sweatshirt and put it on in a rush.
“I’m pathetic, I know. You now know almost all my bad parts.
Great. Just… “ She rubbed her hands over her face and let her arms fall to the side.
“Can you leave or at least say something?”
“We can go slow.” I moved so my legs hung over the side of her bed. “Because there is no way I’m going to be able to forget this.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re wanting to…hook up again?”
“Yes.” I stood and put my hands on her shoulders.
Her gaze dropped to the bulge in my jeans, but she averted her attention to my face when I said, “We both have a lot going on right now—my final season and you and your final project. Throw in this scandal and we essentially have no time. I’m attracted to you and I’m pretty sure you’re into me if I was reading your body right.
” I stopped and waited for her blush and smiled when it appeared.
“Neither of us do relationships, hm? I see the perfect solution.”
“Repeated hook-ups? You and me?”
“Yes, Amber.” I cupped her chin and tilted her face toward me. “If it makes you feel better, this is new for me, too.” I pressed a quick kiss on her lips and gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “Until we finish this investigation, we can work together and have some fun.”
“Naked fun?”
“Now you’re getting it.” I didn’t want to leave and go back to an empty house with my dick still throbbing in my pants, but from everything I knew about Amber, she needed some space.
That was something I could do for her. “Want to meet up tomorrow at my place after classes to come up with a plan for next steps? You can let me know if you’re in. ”
She thought about it for a couple of seconds before nodding.
She wore no makeup yet had perfectly clear and soft skin.
I rubbed my thumbs over her always blushing cheeks and laughed at myself.
When have I ever thought about how soft a girl’s face was before?
How about never. I forced myself to focus and tilted my head. “I need a verbal answer, Henderson.”
The use of her last name made her smile. “Yes. I’ll come over tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait.” I dropped my hands and found my shirt.
It wasn’t until I was about to walk out of the door that I remembered what I shared with her.
While I trusted her, it was still difficult for me to remember she wasn’t going to sell me out.
“What I told you tonight…about the future, no one else knows.”
“Thank you for sharing it with me. It’ll stay here.”
“I know.” I gave her another smile and found myself stupidly excited about what tomorrow would bring. “See you later then.”
The next day, my phone buzzed in my hand on the walk back from my final class and when I glanced down, I expected to see something from Amber. If she’s backing out, I swear I’ll lose my mind. Instead, I froze in place.
UNKNOWN: Let it go. Stop asking questions.