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“Do you want this in you, Anna?”
Her gaze flicks up to mine. She’s panting now, licking her lips wet in a greedy way. I nearly groan.
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”
Her abdomen clenches.
“Tell me, Anna,” I whisper, leaning over so I can run my lips from her bent knee, down her soft thigh.
She trembles, her flesh jumping beneath my touch. I smell her musk, the faint scent of shower gel lingering in her soft curls, and feel the heat of her core. Up close, she’s all shades of rose. Beautiful.
I give the crease at the top of her thigh a slow lick.
“Drew...”
God, I love hearing her say my name. I reward her and kiss the pink wet lips quivering before me. “Or maybe you want me to suck you,” I say before I do just that.
She arches off the bed, and I place a hand on the gentle curve of her belly to hold her still.
I love doing this to her. Licking, nuzzling, fucking her with my tongue, letting myself take deep tastes of her sex.
I feel the heat of my own breath as I manage to ask, “What do you want, baby?”
And then I hear her. “I want it all.”
I’m lost. My fingers fumble with the condom, nearly tearing it in my haste to put it on. I surge up, hooking her legs over my arms as I go. My dick sinks into her with one thrust, and she groans so loud and hard that I nearly come right then. But I find her shoulder and hold it steady with my teeth as I pump into her. Her ass clenches against my palms with each thrust.
Strong legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my back to spur me on. I’m going out of my mind.
Sliding my hands up to her back, I swing her up into my lap. Her arms come around me as if they belong there. I fill my hands back up with her plump, irresistible ass, squeezing as I find the sweet spot on her neck with my mouth. She’s fragrant here, smelling of spice and Anna.
“Take me,” I demand against her damp skin, my tongue slicking over the silky surface before I suck. “Take me.”
Her hands grasp my shoulders, and then she’s riding me, her hot pussy clasping my dick so hard I shake. I clench her ass, trying not to hold her too tightly for fear of hurting her. But it’s a struggle. I want her too much, and my hips surge up to meet her on the down stroke. She makes those noises, those little whimpers that get me so hot I’m sweating, my breath a rasp against her neck. Her full breasts jiggle and slide against my chest with every thrust. I’m in heaven, and I don’t want it to end. It can’t end.
ten
Anna
Maybe I’ve made a mistake letting Baylor into my home. It’s a personal thing, showing that part of myself, exchanging stories about our families. Maybe it was too much for him too. Or maybe the novelty has worn off, and he remembered that he dates perfect-looking jock groupies.
I don’t know. I miss decisive me, when it was easy to walk away. Now I’m stuck in class trying not to look over at Drew Baylor, who has been hunched in his seat for the past forty-five minutes.
Okay, so I might have been the one to send him packing after we had sex in my bed. But it had been intense, too intense, and I’d needed to collect myself in private. And, yes, I was the one who made it clear that I wouldn’t see him until our next philosophy class.
And though it’s probably safer if we don’t look at each other during class, his behavior now is odd. He’s withdrawn, not talking. By the time class is over, I’m convinced that we are too. It’s shocking how much this hurts.
Drew leaves first. I find myself following. I might be overreacting. How would I know anymore? My inner radar has gone AWOL. But I buck the fuck up and decide to find out.
He’s already out of the lecture hall and descending the wide front stairs.
“Baylor.” I don’t say it loud, but he hears.
His long stride stutters, and then he turns. And because I’m following him down the stairs, we both come to a halt at the same moment, face-to-face. I’m a step above him, which makes us almost even in height now. I hadn’t noticed it before, being a paranoid freak and all, but now that I get a good look, he’s pale beneath his tan, and his mouth is pinched and white around the edges.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “You look terrible.”
His mouth flattens further. “I’m fine.” He glances toward the quad as if to find safety. And I go cold. He’s never looked to get away from me before.
