Chapter 4
Randy
A soft moan and the scent of fresh green apples pulls me from sleep.
I blink open my eyes to find long strands of brunette hair spread across my chest. Her body is curled tightly into mine, my arm draped around her back, her leg resting across my rock-hard cock.
She shifts, and her leg slides over my dick, forcing a groan I barely manage to stifle.
“Randy?” she says, her body freezing as realization sinks in. “Sorry,” she adds, blushing as she painfully drags her leg off my groin. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s okay,” I yawn, rubbing my hand over my dick and failing miserably at any attempt at discretion.
“I think I was cuddling you anyway,” I add, as my head turns toward her.
Her long brunette hair is messy yet sexy.
Her oval face doesn’t have a drop of makeup, yet I think she has the most attractive features I’ve ever seen—which is saying something, considering how many times I’ve woken up with different women in my bed.
Big brown eyes. Long dark lashes. Unblemished skin. Full, bow-shaped lips. But if I had to pick one feature, it’d be her skin, it’s like porcelain, silky and smooth and naturally tanned, unlike me.
I have a tan, sure, but it’s because I walk around basically naked.
It’s true. I really have no shame, just like my roommates say.
It’s probably why this bet payout isn’t going to faze me.
Fractionally less than I wear around the house, and it’s only going to add to the flood of messages on my Instagram.
Granted, I’ve had to be a bit more modest lately since Shelby’s been around.
Not that I mind. She’s cool, and I love how happy she makes my best friend.
Plus, it was her and Christian who got busted doing the naked dash to the shower.
So, I’ve got that little tidbit of ammo on my side if I ever need it.
Glancing at the clock behind me, it reads 8 AM and I can hear my roommates downstairs making breakfast.
Rachel stares back at me, a content smile across her face, and I can’t help but glide my knuckles down her cheek.
Her skin is flawless, and I want to touch every inch of it.
Her eyes drift closed, and I take the opportunity to study her features while I gently stroke my thumb along her jawline.
Her face falls toward my touch, her beauty present in every slight move she makes.
When her eyes open, they pour straight into mine.
For a few moments, we stay just like that, both of us admiring the other.
She moves first, with no words, just a slow, deliberate fall toward me.
Her lips inch closer, like she’s giving me every chance to pull away.
That’s not fucking happening. I’m taken aback but don’t falter.
I’ve been thinking about those lips all night.
I smile at her, then gradually move toward her.
My lips touch hers so gently, brushing a kiss that’s soft and minimalist—barely a kiss.
Her hand goes to my cheek as I move closer, kissing her again, needing another taste.
This time with more force, more heat, more lust.
Her hand slides up my cheek, fingertips threading into my hair, nails grazing my scalp in slow motion. Without thinking, my hand finds her back, and what started as need becomes want—a craving—to feel every inch of her against me.
“Jesus, Rachel. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
A playful grin curves her lips as she presses her petite body against mine, leaving no doubt about the effect she’s having on me. Her knee drags up to rest on my hip as she presses her heat against my throbbing cock.
“Don’t stop kissing me,” she whispers against my jawline.
Our kisses grow needier, more desperate, as I slowly push her back, bringing myself on top of her.
I kiss her deeper, drawing a moan from her throat.
My lips trail down her neck, teeth gliding gently against her skin, tongue following before I suck softly, then drag my kisses back up her jawline, finding her eager lips with intensity.
What started out lazy is now rough, filled with jagged breathing as I bite and suck at her bottom lip.
I press harder into her as her hands slide down my ribs. My cock couldn’t get any harder, and every movement of her body gliding against it is pure ecstasy.
Reaching farther down, she pulls at the small white string on her shorts, as if giving me permission to continue.
Then her palm returns to me, gripping me gently in her soft hand.
Her fingers drag with painful pleasure along the sensitive underside of my cock.
A groan escaping from my lips before I can catch it.
My desperation for her grows rapidly as my hands find the hem of her shirt—well, my shirt, and I don’t care if I rip it as I remove it from her toned body. It’s frantic, and my neediness makes her laugh as I toss it to the floor.
“Damn you,” I choke out. “I wanted to take my time—savor every inch—but I need you so fucking badly.”
Her back arches, and my lips go straight to her hard nipples as my arms wrap around her body.
Her breasts are on the smaller side, but perky and perfect.
As I suck and lick the small buds, she moans and grinds against me, continuing to rub me gently back and forth.
“I feel like I could blow just looking at you.”
Needing her to stop touching me before I embarrass myself.
I glide down, kissing her stomach as my thumbs reach inside her shorts, removing them and leaving her completely exposed.
“God, Rachel, you are gorgeous. Your body has me in a trance, I can’t stop touching you.
” My voice comes out in a dusky drawl. “I want to lick every inch of you.”
My thumb works over her clit as my tongue slides over her entrance, “God you taste like candy,” my tongue slides over her again. I devour her some more, sucking and licking enjoying every moment.
“Okay, you pants off,” she murmurs, her lips swollen, eyes hooded.
She looks so sexy saying those words while naked before me, like a goddess with a body begging to be worshipped.
I do as she demands, and I watch her eyes shine in admiration as my dick springs free from my shorts.
“You, Randy Harrison, are a sight to behold.”
“So are you, Rachel…” I frown, the rest of the sentence vanishing into thin air.
She tilts her head. “You forgot my last name, didn’t you?”
I blink. “No! I was just… building suspense.”
She laughs. “Summers.”
“Rachel Summers. I knew that…I think,” I say on a smile, falling onto her and burying my face into her neck.
She laughs. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I know,” I sigh dramatically, nipping at her neck. “It’s my only defense.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yes, that I do know,” I say, pulling myself up on one arm and reaching for the nightstand. I pass it to her. She opens the square foil packet, and I watch her slide it down over me. She grasps me gently and brings me to her wet entrance, lifting her hips as I slide into her.
“Fuck,” I moan slowly.
I look down at Rachel. Her head has fallen back into my pillow as she squeezes her fingers around my biceps. “Jesus,” she moans as I slide into her slowly. I release a hissed breath as I fill her completely.
I bask in the pleasure vibrating through my body.
My lips fall to her jawline, slowly trailing upward until they find hers.
Our kissing returns to a slow dance—unhurried, deliberate.
Once again, it feels like we have all the time in the world as I slide back and forth inside her. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t stop. Just like that,” she murmurs.
My elbow falls beside her head, my other hand reaching south, fingers finding her clit as my thumb makes lazy circles.
Her breathing deepens, her hips matching the pace as she starts to ride my cock.
She’s taking control, using my body to drag out an orgasm—and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” she whispers into my ear, then sucks at my earlobe.
A wave of goosebumps races over my body. “Thank god, because I’m holding on by a thread here. I love feeling you take charge. You’re so fucking perfect.”
She basks in the compliment, then moans again as she brings one leg up to wrap around my waist. The way she moves—shaking, gasping—undoes me. Her moans strip me bare, leaving nothing but need.
My lips fall to the sensitive skin on her neck, my teeth dragging just above her jugular.
Her breathing quickens, and her teeth dig into my shoulder as I feel her tightening around me.
“Fuck,” I let out as her inner muscles grip at my dick. I pick up my pace as her body and teeth cling to mine. Her body trembles against mine, each moan unraveling the last thread of my restraint. The waves of pleasure crash over me, and I come undone just after her.
Falling into a tangled mess beside her, I stare at the ceiling, trying to process what the hell just happened. We lie there, spent, our chests rising and falling in sync.
“Well, that was unexpected,” she says, an amused grin tugging at her lips.
“I didn’t start shit. That was all you, and it was fucking epic,” I shoot back, breath still catching.
She laughs, the sound soft and smug. Our breathing slows. I glance over at her, at the glow on her face.
“You hungry?”
“Uh-huh,” she replies her big brown eyes turning to look at me.
“Shower and then I’ll make you breakfast?”
She nods.
“Perfect, but for now,” I say, pulling her into the nook of my arm, “let’s just cuddle.”
“Cuddle?” She laughs. “You don’t seem like the cuddly type.”
I frown and look at her, “You just don’t know me. I’m a big old teddy bear, baby.”
I roll on top of her, wrapping her in a big hug and rocking her back and forth, “Nothing but a big teddy bear.”
“Okay, okay,” she laughs as she lies helpless underneath me, “I believe you, but I need a shower.”
I sniff at her. “You do smell like sex. Like someone who just had mind-blowing, all-consuming, body-trembling sex!”
I release her from my grasp and stand, stark naked, reaching for the bed sheet.
I take her hand; she rises, and I wrap us both in the soft fabric, her small frame pressed tightly to mine as my arms fold around her.
“Okay, let’s make a dash for the bathroom,” I say as I slowly open the bedroom door.
We both examine the hallway, completely naked and wrapped in only a sheet.
Left then right, the coast is clear. Laughing and stumbling, we try to stay in step, slamming the door behind us.
I let the sheet fall from my body, lean into the shower, and turn it on as I hear her laugh behind me.
“What are you laughing at?” I question.
“Your ass, it’s so white,” she giggles, still clutching the sheet to her chest. “Your body’s so tanned, but your that part of you is practically glowing.”
“Hey, don’t laugh at this body,” I say, flexing in all my naked glory as I adjust the water.
“Sorry, but you might need a spray tan before you run out onto the field practically naked.”
“Dammit, I forgot about that. Is it really that bad?” I twist to check, which only makes her laugh harder.
“Shut up,” I tease, splashing water at her. She blocks it with the sheet, squealing as I grab it and tug it away, her laugh bubbling out. “We can’t all have perfectly olive skin like you,” I say, pulling her into a naked hug. “Now get in the shower.”
I release her with a slap to her naturally tanned ass as she steps into the shower.
“At least it’s not a hairy ass,” I add, following her in with a smile I know is wide and unapologetically happy.