Well, so much for that plan. #2
“Glad to hear it. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to pull the birthday card and steal this beautiful girl away from you.” My eyes cut to the girl with the purple hair and she fights back a smile.
Caleb’s face falls. “Wait.” I cock one brow, letting him know he really shouldn’t argue, and his shoulders deflate a little.
“Yeah… yeah, okay. Happy birthday, Bear.” He offers a reluctant smile before taking a long drink from his cup, leaving me alone with the girl I can’t wait to get back to my room.
“Kind of presumptuous, don’t you think?” She asks, but her eyes are already undressing me.
“Depends.”
“On?”
I shrug. “On whether you let me take you back to my room or not.”
She stares at the hand I’m now holding out toward her, seemingly debating her options. She could easily walk away, find one of her girlfriends and leave the party without so much as another word. But the way she’s chewing her lip tells me that’s not exactly the plan she has in mind.
“I’m only going back with you on one condition.”
I wait, hand still outstretched as she narrows her eyes.
“I want two orgasms tonight. And not the kind I fake, the kind I can’t hold back with. The kind that make my legs sore in the morning.”
My teeth find my bottom lip, fighting back a smile. Who the hell is this girl and where has she been hiding?
“I’ll give you three.”
The left side of her mouth lifts just slightly as she looks confidently up at me through her lashes. Then, she slides her small hand into mine.
Tugging her through the remaining crowd, I lift her as soon as we reach the hallway. Her back is pressed against the wall right next to our founding brothers’ class photo, her legs wrapped around my waist. I suck the skin on her neck between my teeth and she hisses.
“What’s your name?”
“Shawna,” she answers, panting.
“I’m Bear.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Gripping her ass in my hands, I shove us through my room and kick the door closed behind us.
Shawna is already stripping her shirt off as I drop her feet to the floor at the end of my bed.
I follow suit, tugging my jeans and boxers down in one fluid movement and kicking them to the side.
Shawna is impatiently naked and pulling at my shirt.
She lifts it over my head and I take it the rest of the way, tossing it to the side.
Then she’s staring at me.
More specifically, at my cock.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. She reaches out, trailing her fingertips down the middle of my abdomen, all the while still staring at my dick. When she reaches my waist line, she pulls her fingers to her mouth, her eyes flicking back to mine.
I smirk.
The only light in my room is streaming through the window from a street light, but it bathes Shawna in a soft blue light, hitting every curve. Dropping to my knees, I run my rough hand over the smooth skin of her neck, her breasts, her flat stomach.
Wait.
Are those nipple piercings?
Oh, fuck.
Definitely going to have to play with those later.
“Round one,” I growl against the sensitive skin of her clit, one side of my mouth quirked in a cocky smile. She smiles back, but her face falls into a soft O when I close the distance.
She’s moaning, bucking her hips forward with each flick of my tongue. I groan, too, because she tastes so fucking sweet. Sliding two fingers inside her, we both exhale together, her at the way my touch feels and me at how wet she is.
Snaking my free hand up her stomach, I palm her breast, massaging it in time with her rolling hips. Shawna cries out, fisting her hands in my barely-there hair and pulling me closer. When I suck her clit between my teeth, I pinch her piercing at the same time and roll it between my fingers.
She gasps.
Stiffens.
Holds her breath.
And then she comes.
I’m pretty sure she’s waking up every single brother in my house right now but I don’t give a single fuck.
She’s completely unfiltered, moaning my name like it’s the last word she’ll ever say.
When she steadies out, her legs still shaking, I stand and put my mouth hard on hers.
She tastes herself eagerly, panting as I slip my tongue between her lips.
Her hands wrap around my neck and she lies back on the bed, wriggling her way up to the pillows and tugging me with her. The purple ends of her dark hair are highlighted in the dim light of my room, sprawled out on my pillows, framing her bright eyes and swollen lips.
I spread her legs with my own, hitching one up at my waist as I position myself at her entrance. Her eyes are wide, and I have to steady my breathing and remind myself to go slow. Judging by her reaction earlier, I’m not exactly the size she’s used to dealing with.
Kissing her lips, I bite the lower one before moving down her neck to her collarbone. Then, slowly, steadily, I flex my hips and bury my cock inside her.
And she is so. Fucking. Tight.
“Oh God,” she cries, digging her nails into my back. With any other girl, I’d pull out my usual line — Nope, just me, babe. But with Shawna, I have no words. I literally can’t say a fucking thing because I’m focusing too hard on not busting after being inside her for less than thirty seconds.
But I hold out, adjusting my rhythm to please her without granting myself the same gratification — not just yet. And then, I give her round two.
And three.
And just for the hell of it, four.