PROLOGUE - OTTO
Spring Break Freshman Year of College
“Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. Jones?”
“Is it working?” God, her voice is husky compared to her usual sweet sound, and I can’t do anything but take it all in. Sunlight dances over her long strawberry blonde hair, causing the red to show in the strands.
“Maybe.”
“Guess I’ll have to try harder…” Her voice trails off as her eyelids fall closed and she places barely there kisses down my neck.
God, she doesn’t have to try at all because it’s finally happening.
After months, more like years, of wooing the girl of my dreams, Fallon Jones finally agreed to hang out with me.
I wanted to take her to dinner, but she said she had something else in mind. You can’t really argue when a beautiful girl wants to get you alone—we don’t even need Netflix.
Our story will be one for the ages, and I can’t stop the twitch of my lips as it all plays out in my mind.
Hot science nerd falls madly in love with misunderstood football jock.
It’s a classic.
“Why are you smiling?” she purrs, her hot little body straddling my lap as the tall grass blows gently around us.
“Because I’m really happy you’re here with me.” I let my southern drawl seep into my words for effect and don’t dare move as her eyes drop to my mouth. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because you have very nice lips.”
“Thank you.” I’m smiling too when she looks up. Her honey-colored gaze locks with mine for only a second before she’s slanting her mouth over mine.
Fucking heaven.
I leave my hands braced behind me on the blanket as she kisses me at a maddeningly slow pace. Her tongue is hot and playful against mine. Teasing. Tasting. It’s the slowest exploration, and I can’t get enough, but I’m trying to let her set the pace. I need her to set the pace.
Out of the two of us, only one of us is a virgin—and it isn’t her.
“Hey Otto?”
“Hmm?” My eyes are still closed, her breath hot on my skin.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
Two things happen simultaneously.
The first is that my dick tries to punch through my jeans to the heaven straddled over him.
The second is that no amount of deep breathing is going to help control the lust and desire coursing through me.
Fallon knows it too.
Her fingers tease the top button of my shirt.
“I want to wear this as I ride you.”
Holy fucking shit.
“Anything you want, Princess.”
“Princess?”
“I think it fits…” My breath catches as her hands trail down my body, deftly flicking open the buttons until my shirt is splayed open.
Fallon licks her lips as her gaze sweeps over my pecs and down to my abs.
Her fingers follow the same path, and my muscles twitch and flex under her not-so-innocent perusal.
I’d planned to go slow, keep myself in check, but I’m only a guy, and my control is not as impressive as I portray it to be.
Also, this is not the same girl that I’d shared a lab bench with. No, the woman seducing the fuck out of me is a damn vixen in a red cotton sundress.
Sitting up, Fallon’s hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders. She pushes the fabric off me as she goes, and my heart pounds in my chest.
Together, we work my shirt off, and she discards it next to her on the blanket.
“Thought you wanted that?” I groan and then tilt my head as she kisses across my shoulder and nips at the nape of my neck with her teeth. The sting makes my body hum with desire. She’s wound me up tight in a matter of minutes, and we are still almost fully clothed.
“Later.”
The wetness of her tongue under my jaw sends a shiver down my spine and I gasp. This is the most exquisite torture I’ve ever experienced. Fallon’s hips rock ever so gently against me, and she sighs into my ear while her nails dig into my shoulders.
My arms wrap around her back and pull her flush to me.
“Fallon,” I rasp into the space between us. “Please, baby.”
“Do you want me, Otto?”
The question is innocent—flirty—but the gleam in her eyes is anything but.
“God, yes.” My arms shake the slightest bit, and I dig my fingers into her waist to steady myself. If she wants to run this show, I’m absolutely going to let her.
Releasing her grip on me, she bites her lip as she reaches up and pulls the tie loose from around her neck. My heart stops. Just dead right there in my chest.
I’ve heard talk about time slowing down, things moving in slow motion, but I’ve never really understood that until this moment.
The fabric of her top caresses every inch of her breasts like water running off a slope. I don’t blink, my lips part, my dick aches, and I realize I am fucking starving for this woman in my lap.
Fallon watches me then looks down at her naked chest. Meeting my gaze, she sits up on her knees, bringing her tits directly in line with my mouth.
“Do you want to touch?”
I swallow. Hard. “So much,” I rasp.
Somehow this has turned into a game I’m quickly losing at. My restraint is barely holding on by a thread—another saying that only made sense in this moment.
Fallon drags her nipple across my bottom lip and I whimper.
I fucking whimper.
Begging is next. I need this so bad. I need her.
“Fallon. Baby. I can’t—”
“Put your mouth on me, Otto.”
I descend on her tits in an instant. With the peak of one nipple snug between my teeth, I flick it over and over with my tongue. The other is pinched and rolled firmly between two fingers as she moans and rocks into my touch.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I say to her chest, my free hand stroking up her spine. I’ve never craved a woman like this before. I might be young still, but I know this isn’t normal. Our chemistry, our connection—it’s all-consuming and I like it.
“Oh, Otto,” she moans as her fingers tangle into the thick strands of my hair. “Take my dress off.”
I fumble with the hem as I pull it up and over her head. It’s awkward, and I have to shimmy it over her shoulders because the seam or some shit and I’m not smooth.
She laughs as she sits naked in my lap, but I don’t.
I can’t. I’ve swallowed my tongue and can only stare at the utter perfection of her body. She’s better than I imagined.
“Your turn.”
“What?” I rasp as her hands move to my belt.
“I want you naked.”
“Anything you want.”
She smiles against my lips as she works my jeans open and then moves down my body, bringing the denim and my boxer briefs with her.
I thank God we already kicked our shoes off because I can’t imagine having to fumble with those too right now.
My cock springs free and slaps against my stomach, causing a sly grin to cross her lips.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” she purrs as she pulls a condom from the front pocket of my pants.
“You have no idea,” I groan. Her touch is gentle as she rolls it down my length, but holy hell it feels incredible.
Fallon places one hand on my chest and then pushes me back against the blanket before grabbing my button-down shirt and putting it on. It swims on her, but I can’t help but love seein’ her in something that’s mine.
“Please, Princess.” My hands grip her face, and I pull her mouth to mine. I may not have any experience with sex, but I’m a hell of a kisser.
She pants and whimpers against my lips before she’s sitting up and sliding down my cock.
I remember everything and nothing after that as her hot, tight pussy swallows me down and my hips buck up to meet hers.
It’s the most incredible experience of my life, and this is only the beginning for us.