Straddling the Line(64)

She whimpered, the sound caught on a heaving whisper as he rolled with her, tucking her underneath him so he could stretch his body out, feel her legs against his, her breasts rubbing his chest. She teased her leg alongside his. It was like silk rubbing against him, and made his dick pound.

He lifted his head. “You’re making this harder.”

She reached between them, cupping his erection. “You mean I’m making this harder.”

He sucked in a breath. “Yeah. That. Definitely that.”

“I have a tiny little secret to confess,” she said.

He paused, looked down at her. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“I’ve never had sex in this house before.”

He grinned. “Well, it’s about damn time you do. Want me to sneak you into your bedroom so you can fulfill all your teen girl fantasies?”

She let out a snort. “No. Definitely not. Besides, I didn’t have teen girl fantasies about having sex in my room.”

He trailed his fingers along the side of her breast. “So, you waited until college, huh?”

Her gaze stayed on his face, but her breathing quickened when he brushed the palm of his hand back and forth over her breast. Her nipple hardened through the material of her top.

“Maybe.”

“Were any of those college girl fantasies about me?”

“No.”

She’d answered way too fast. “You’re lying. You wanted me.” He rolled to her side, then drew the straps of her tank down, baring her breasts. He bent and caught one hard nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth until she arched against him.

“I definitely didn’t want you.”

He smiled against the softness of her skin, using his teeth to tease her. “Yeah, you did. It’s okay to admit it.”

“You were annoying.”

“I was charming and irresistible.”

She frowned. “Maybe to most of the female population on campus. Definitely not to me. To me, you were annoying.”

He slid his hand over her rib cage and down her stomach, loving the silken feel of her skin under his hands. When he dipped his fingers inside her panties and found her hot and wet, a moan escaped her lips.

“Am I annoying you now?”

“Yes. But in a much more pleasant way.”

He rolled her bottoms off and spread her legs, sliding down her body to put his mouth on her. All he could hear was her breathing as he pleasured her, and the occasional gasps and moans he knew she was trying hard to suppress. He loved her taste, the way her hips moved as she directed him right where she wanted him.

“Oh, Trevor, you’re going to make me come. I need to come. Please.”

He laid his tongue on her clit and took her over the edge, her body shaking with her orgasm. He didn’t give her time to recover, just slipped off his boxers and put on the condom, then entered her with her body still vibrating.

Her pussy contracted around his cock, squeezing him in a death grip that shook his resolve as he pushed deep inside her. He stilled, lifting up to look at her. Her eyes were deep pools of stormy blue, her hands pulling him down, her legs wrapping around him.

“Harder,” she whispered. “I want to feel you deep.”

“You want deep?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out and flipped her over, shoved a pillow under her stomach and spread her legs and entered her.

She gasped, and lifted her butt, pushing back against him.

“More,” she whispered.

He wanted to give her more, wanted to give her hard, fast, and as deep as he could sink into her, but the damn bed squeaked. So instead, he gave her slow and deep, feeling every bit of her each time he inched into her body. Her heat surrounded him, every muscle quivering around his cock until sweat beaded and ran down his back. And still, he held on to her hips, watching her ass move as he pumped ever so slowly in, then eased out, until she moaned and tossed her head back, rocking that sweet ass against him.

He leaned over her. “Do you know how badly I want to shove my cock deep into you? Do you know how much I want to give it to you hard and fast until you scream?”

“Yes,” she said. “As much as I want it.”

“Damn bed,” he muttered, then reached underneath her, finding her clit. “But I am going to make you come, Haven. And then I’m going to come hard inside you.”

She tightened around him as he stroked her clit, her pussy gripping him in a vise that made him grit his teeth and fight not to come. Not yet. Not until Haven did.

“Trevor. Trevor, yes. Make me come.”

He swept his fingers back and forth over her clit, felt the contracting of her pussy around his cock.

“I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming, Trevor.”