24. Amber #2
“Yes?” I teased, moving away from the bed and going to the closet. We were both on edge and I knew just the trick to make it even crazier. “You ready to talk still?”
“I’m seconds away from attacking you. Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He stood and followed me into my closet, his hands comings around my hips and moving my ass directly over his erection. “What I would give to just slip inside right now and watch you pant.”
“How about you take your impatient ass and get back to the bed, hm?” I said, bolder and more confident than I had ever been in my life. I pushed his naked chest and wiggled my eyebrows. “Bed.”
He smirked and marched his fine ass back to my room and I scrambled to find a pair of old pantyhose.
I had some black ones that I rarely wore because they had a run in them and I slid the material up my legs.
Scissors were still sitting on the dresser since I’d had to cut off tags the week before and I used them to cut a hole right in the crotch.
Wearing just the pantyhose, I walked back to my bed.
“I think we had a bet to settle, am I right?”
“Fuck me,” he groaned and bit down on his knuckle. “You’re the hottest fucking thing. Get your ass over here.”
I giggled—because I did that now—and crawled onto the bed real slow, loving how he twitched when I ran my hand down the length of him. “You’re ready for me?”
“Christ, I’m barely hanging on.” He moved fast, grabbing a condom from the night stand and sliding it on himself within thirty seconds. “I won’t last long with you looking how you do.”
“Better make it worth it then,” I challenged.
He met the challenge head on. He sat on the edge of the bed with his feet on the ground and he picked me up to sit on his lap facing away from him.
He held my weight completely to prevent me from falling forward and I gasped when he slid himself inside me.
“Fuck, Amber.” He paused his movement and rested his forehead against my upper back.
He used his fingers to tease my nipples and bit my neck as he thrust upward.
I bucked when he did it again and again, stretching out my walls and combining the sensation of his cock and his hands.
“Jeff, this is…” I moaned and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my middle and held me close.
“I know.”
We moved together like that, back to chest, his dick sliding in and out a torturously slow pace that had us both panting.
“I’m so close,” I whispered, every cell in my body on edge for the release only he could give me.
He brought his fingers down to my clit and swirled against it fast. It didn’t take long and I fell apart on him.
The sensation spread through my body, from my core to my limbs, and I cried out his name.
He growled in my ear and picked up his pace, moving his hands to my hips to force me up and down harder on him.
“Amber, I’m going to come,” he warned before grunting one last time.
“Christ, baby.” His thrusting slowed, then he did a final two times before he stopped and held me tight against him.
His heartbeat pounded against my back—the furious pace matching mine—and we remained pressed together until we caught our breath.
He pressed one kiss on my spine before picking me up and removing himself from me. “Amazing.”
“Agreed,” I replied, feeling dazed and high from him. “I’m keeping these stockings.”
“The fuck you better.” He laughed and disposed of the condom in the bathroom before returning to my room.
It was normal now to see him naked in my bedroom and I tried not to think about how much I liked having him there.
He threw on his boxers and crawled back into the bed.
I got up to remove the pantyhose and put on something more comfortable—loose shorts and an oversize sweatshirt—and I joined him.
“There are still a couple of things we need to talk about,” I said, not quite meeting his eyes. Now that our bodies were sated, it didn’t exactly make it easier to bring up the other topic on my mind. “Brandon.”
“Him.” Jeff made a face like he’d eaten sour fruit and it made him look kinda cute. “What about him?”
“You told him we’re together.”
“Still on that?” He laughed and pulled me against his chest. “After what we just did, you’re telling me we aren’t together?”
“No?” I had no idea how to answer his question nor what it meant for the future.
“We’re both serial non-daters, right? I’m way too busy with my final season and you’re swamped with your final project and writing a major fucking article that could change a lot about our college. It works between us and I’d like to keep it that way as long as we can.”
“So…we’re dating?”
“If you want to say that. I don’t like labels or that shit but if you prefer it, then yeah.” He ran a hand down my arm again and yawned. “Can I nap here with you? You’re comfy and today wiped me out.”
Something like heat radiated through my chest at his words and I snuggled deeper to him. “A nap sounds great.”