Chapter 12 #3
“Do you always steal my clothes?” I ask, pulling back the covers, climbing under and tackling her and her dragging farther down on the mattress so her head is against the pillow and her back is flush with the bed.
She squeals and drops the book on her chest. I toss it across the room.
“Only the ones I look better in. Liam!” she scolds, but I don’t care.
My mouth is on hers, hungrily devouring every inch of her lips. My fingers tangle in her dark hair, clenching the tresses, holding her to me.
She purrs and I swear my cock stands at attention from the sound she emits from the back of her throat.
Does she have any idea what she does to me?
My lips move down her neck, sucking her sensitive skin as she shifts restlessly beneath me, her hands clawing at my forearms, gripping me, holding me tight.
I don’t dare admit I was worried about her from the moment she texted me and then later shut off her phone. Had there not been a campus wide-lockdown and shooting, we wouldn’t be here right now, in bed together.
Dragging my knee up between her thighs, her lips part and her head dips back, gasping for breath.
Her fingernails dig into my skin.
“You like that, firebreather?” I smirk, knowing what drives her insane.
Me.
Having that kind of power over her is a fucking turn-on.
Wordlessly, she nods.
“Tell me you like it,” I whisper into her ear, tugging the lobe between my teeth. “I like hearing that sweet voice of yours.”
Her lips part and she moans. “Yes, Liam.”
“Good girl,” I praise her and am rewarded with another moan. My breath teases her ear, watching her grow restless. “Do you like that?” I ask.
Her eyes struggle to remain open as she nods. “Eyes on me, firebreather.” Smiling, I study every inch of her as her blue eyes slowly flutter open and her cheeks are painted a gorgeous shade of ruby.
She giggles and rolls us around, pinning me beneath her. Bristol grinds her hips into mine, and I struggle to keep my eyes trained on her.
“Hard, isn’t it—” she says and smirks. “Eyes on me, baby.”
She’s toying with me and dare I admit I’m enthralled. She finds my hands, intertwining our fingers as she pushes my hands into the bed, her hips still dancing over mine.
I rise up, wanting a taste of her lips as she practically sits on my cock, dry humping me.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” I want that kiss, a taste, and outmaneuvering her, I flip her onto her back again.
“My turn.” I capture her lips with mine, my tongue pushing inside her mouth as she opens her lips wider, parting herself for me.
If I could fuck her with my tongue, I would.
Actually, a smile lights up my face as I crawl down her body and do exactly that.
“Liam?” she rasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, teasing my neck as I pull her panties down her legs.
“Now, we’re at least even.”
She arches an eyebrow, waiting for me to elaborate.
“We’re each wearing one thing, but I admit, I’d rather have you in bed naked.” I grab her hips and pull her legs up around my neck, angling her pussy toward my mouth.
I tease her until she can’t take it any longer, kissing her skin, avoiding where she most of all wants my mouth and tongue. Driving her wild is half the fun.
Her eyes slam shut as I lick and suck her folds, her fingers clenching my hair, trying to push me closer to her clit.
“Eyes here,” I command, and her eyelids slowly flutter open, her lips parted, each breath raspy and thick as she meets my stare.
I flick her clit with my tongue, and her hips roll. I push her back down on the bed, my mouth devouring her pussy as I listen to the sweet rumblings as she grows restless.
“Liam,” she whimpers as I pull my mouth away and kiss a trail of warm, wet kisses along her inner thigh.
Grabbing her hips, I yank her around onto her stomach. I guide her hips upward, pushing her ass into the air, and the sight is delectable.
“I swear if you go anywhere near the wrong hole,” she grumbles at me, glancing over her shoulder.
“Babe, there is no wrong hole.”
“You go anywhere near my bottom and I’ll end you.”
Her threat makes me smile. “I’ll respect your boundaries, but you should know those little threats turn me the hell on.”
She snarls at me, showing her teeth, and I blow her an air kiss.
Bristol rolls her eyes, turns around and lunges at me, tackling me onto my back.
The air rushes out of my lungs and I laugh, not minding in the least bit being dominated by her. “You’re feisty.” I grin up at her.
“You’re trouble.” She covers my mouth with hers. The kiss isn’t sweet or drawn out. She’s hungry and rough, almost restless.
There’s a neediness she exudes that sends my body into overdrive. Her hips grind over mine as her tongue works its own magic against my mouth.
My hands rest at her hips, teasing beneath the hem of her shirt. I guide it over her head, breaking apart the kiss long enough to get her completely naked. My eyes drink her in, studying every curve and freckle.
“Quit staring. You’ve never seen a naked woman before?” She huffs and shoves her mouth over mine while pushing at my boxers.
“Never one as beautiful as you.”
Her cheeks blush, and she glances away. The girl struggles to take a compliment.
She lifts slightly off me, and I raise my hips, allowing her to drag the material down past them. The boxers tangle at my ankles, but I don’t care.
Bristol could tie me down and tease me all night, and I’d be screaming with glee.
I’m hers, and she’s mine.
Her fingers tease the head of my cock, using my precum as lube as she glides her entire fist over my shaft.
My eyes roll back, and all that is holy, I struggle to breathe through the euphoria rippling through my body.
She tsks at me. “Eyes here.” Bristol uses my own words against me.
Slowly, my eyelids flutter open as I stare at her, my heart drumming against my chest.
She releases her hand, brings her lips down to my cock, sucks and tastes the head, dragging her tongue down the length.
My fingers tangle in her dark locks. Heat floods all of my senses as a radiating tingle caresses every inch of me. “Bristol,” I moan, and she smiles, climbing back up me.
“Condom?”
Gasping for air, wordless, I nod and roll toward the nightstand, retrieving a condom and securing it over my cock.
My mouth finds her and I tangle with her, limb over limb, both of us fighting for control. Bristol wins, maybe I let her win a little, deciding she can be on top if that’s what she wants.
Her hands rake at my chest as she moves down onto my shaft, head bent back, lips parting as I fill her.
I lean forward, wanting a taste of her flesh, my lips sucking her neck, kissing and licking her skin as I drag my tongue up to her mouth, covering her lips.
Her tongue pushes past my lips, her fingers moving through my hair as her hips rock and grind over my cock.
Fuck, she feels amazing.
I steady my hands on her hips, guiding her with each thrust as I rock against her and our foreheads meet.
Her breathing is rough and heavy, matching mine as I struggle to breathe through the ecstasy coursing through me.
“You like that?” she murmurs, and I cover her lips with a kiss and a nod.
Dare I say I love it, but I won’t speak that l word.
“God, yes,” I hiss between clenched teeth, doing everything I can to make the moment between us last.
“You moan my name,” she snarls at me.
Bristol’s insides tighten around my shaft, and holy hell, the girl knows how to bring me toward the edge.
The corners of my lips turn upward, and her mouth is on mine, hungrily taking another taste as if it might be the last and she’s dying of thirst.
She pushes me back down onto my back, a smug grin etches over her features as she rides me.
Fuck.
Everything about her is positively sinful.
The way her neck lolls back, exposing her gorgeous spattering of freckles. Her lips part and eyes shut as she grinds herself against me.
My hands help guide her hips, offering her support and a steady rhythm until I can’t take it anymore. I need to touch more of her.
My fingers careen up her stomach to her breast, teasing her nipple, and the moan falls from her lips as her pussy walls clench onto my cock.
“Like that?” I ask, and her head falls forward, eyes shut, as she struggles to regain control.
I have every opportunity to put her on her back, but I don’t.
I actually like having Bristol on top, and watching the flush cover her cheeks and chest is an added bonus. The rise and fall as her breathing intensifies, and she grips my forearms before collapsing on top of me.
Her heart is pounding rapidly; I can practically feel it through my own walls.
I don’t dare ask if she came. I don’t think she did. It didn’t feel like it had the last time.
She’s panting hard and gasping for air, and I roll Bristol onto her back, my mouth dropping soft, featherlight kisses across her neck and down her shoulder as I glide my cock out of her.
Bristol whimpers in protest. “Don’t stop. I’m … just need to catch my breath.”
Worry floods all of my senses, and I pull myself to lie beside her, my erection throbbing, but I ignore it, concern entirely on her. “What’s wrong?” I rest a hand over her heart, and the beating commences like a drum roll.
She’s still breathing heavily, and her skin is hot and sweaty. I pull the sheets away, hoping that might help if she’s overheating.
Each gasp is heavy and raw, like she’s trying to drink in air and drowning at the same time.
“What can I do for you?” I ask, my fingers gentle as they circle her chest. I lean down, pressing a kiss over her heart, feeling the rhythmic beat that feels much more steady and closer to what one might consider normal.
It had been a long day for her, for all of us. Perhaps the nightly festivities were a little more than she needed. I lie on my side, watching her, guilt burning through me.
Had I done this to her?
“I’m okay.” She pats my arm, the same one stroking a lazy, gentle pattern over her heart. Her fingers tangle in mine, and I bring her hand up to my lips, dropping a chaste kiss over her palm.
She untangles her fingers, her hand moving down my stomach.
I grab her wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Her brow knits with confusion. “I … you didn’t finish.”
“Neither did you,” I say and raise an eyebrow, wanting her to tell me if I’m wrong and misunderstood what just happened.
She smiles sheepishly and shakes her head. “It’s okay, I don’t mind—”
I cut her off. “I do.”
Worry is enough to lessen the intense throbbing, turning it into nothing more than a dull ache. It’ll cease soon enough. The arousal dissipated the moment I saw Bristol in distress.
“I’m sorry,” Bristol is quick to apologize, but I shake my head.
“No. You don’t get to do that.”
She shivers and reaches for the covers that I pulled down to help cool her off. Her skin is no longer slick and glistening. I drag the sheet back up around us, my arm draped across her waist as I lie on my side, watching her.
I can’t sleep.
I’m not the least bit tired.
Worry fuels all of my senses, making my heart flutter as I lie beside Bristol.
I watch her as she settles into a soft pattern of shallow breaths.
Her eyes flutter closed. Grateful that she’s able to get some sleep after today’s events, I’m wide awake, my mind reeling and replaying our little festivities in bed.
Had I been the cause, having her on top? Was it too much for her heart? My hand across her waist covers her breast, just over her heart, wanting to feel the rhythm, to reassure myself that she’s all right.
I don’t understand what’s wrong with Bristol. She spattered off a host of initials, like I knew what they meant. I should have asked. A better man would have wanted to know everything. I just wanted to know she was all right.