Idon’t know what drew me to her, but I’m glad it did. I saw her when she first walked in, straggling behind two other girls who were looking for Declan. She almost seemed like a lost puppy. Like she wasn’t sure if she should even be here.
And then she disappeared into the kitchen, and I found Jere hanging in the living room with some girls I’d never seen before. Girls who, on any other night, I would’ve made a move on right then, but part of me was worried I might never see her again.
It was a weird feeling, wondering if this would be my only chance to talk to her because maybe she’d never come to another party. Then there she was. Sitting on the couch, alone.
And now she’s lying beneath me. Her olive brown skin gleaming with sweat, eyes glazed over in an orgasm haze, reaching for my belt. I grab her hand right after she undoes my belt and jeans, not giving her the chance to move her hand any lower.
“What? You worried you won’t be able to get it up twice?” There’s a note of laughter in her voice, and the sound makes me smile.
“Not worried about that at all.” I shake my head. “I just like to be cautious. If, for some reason, I can’t get hard again, I’d rather enjoy being inside of you than your hand.”
“And if it’s my mouth?”
Those words almost cause me to cum right then. Fuck, she’s got a mouth on her… and I like it.
Most girls are all moans and groans, which, don’t get me wrong, is also a total turn-on. I was worried for about fifty percent of her first orgasm that she wasn’t actually enjoying it because she was silent. But it was almost like she needed my okay. She needed me to tell her that Iwantedher to make noise. After that, she didn’t hold back.
But part of me likes this even more.
It’s part of what made me realize I made the right decision downstairs. And to make things even better, she’s a no-strings kind of girl. So, unless she’s lying, I don’t have to worry about being on campus tomorrow and hearing people talk about how I finally settled down because some girl went and told all of her friends we were in love.
That I changed my ways just for her.
Fuck that.
I’ve beenthisZeke, the“I don’t do commitments”Zeke, since I was a sophomore in high school. I don’t see that changing now.
“Are we just gonna sit here?” She crosses her arms. “Or are you gonna make your mind up about what happens next?”
I open the nightstand next to my bed and rip a condom off of the rope. I hold it up, almost like I’m looking for Avalon’s approval toget inside of her. She looks at me and then eyes my jeans, which I nearly forgot I still had on.
“Usually, you’re naked for this part,” she continues. “I know you might be new at this, but—”
“Ha ha.” I roll my eyes. “You’re gonna regret saying that.”
“Oh yeah?” She watches me as I strip out of my remaining clothes; one of her hands rests near her mouth, allowing her to bite the tip of one of her nails while she watches me.
Once I’m completely naked, I look over at her. “I don’t think this is a fair trade. One of us is completely naked, and the other is—”
I point to her bra, and it doesn’t take long for her to understand what I’m saying, and then her bra is across the room. I stalk toward the bed, and she scoots back so she’s closer to the top. And right before I crawl over her, I slide the condom on.
And then we lay there.
I position myself, her hands running up and down my hips, as we stare at each other. And then I ease inside of her, and it sends a chill down my spine, and from the way her fingers dig into my hips, I can tell it did the same thing to her. I give her a minute to adjust, which also gives me time to regain my composure, so this lasts a pleasurable amount of time for both of us.
I ease out just enough before sinking even deeper into her, causing her head to bend back, giving me full access to her neck. Which I take advantage of. I press lingering kisses along the side until I reach the sensitive skin right under her ear, which earns me a whimper.
I pick up the tempo, allowing her hands to decide how far she wants me to go. And with each thrust, I feel like I’m going deeperthan before, which doesn’t seem possible, but whatever sorcery it is, the sounds she’s making are worth it.
“Zeke.” The words are breathy as her eyes close, almost like she’s trying to focus on the sensation in her body's lower half. My lips travel back down her neck and across her collarbone until they start to travel up the other side of her neck, and then to her cheek, and—
Her eyes pop open.
“No kissing,” she says, almost as if she read my mind.
“What?” My hips stop with me deep inside of her. “I don’t know if you forgot, but we already kissed downstairs.”
She flips us over so she’s on top of me now and gets back to our old steady rhythm. My hands dig into her waist, and hers hold onto the headboard for balance.