“Colton,” I start. It sounds more like a moan than a warning.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he notes, his voice strained.
“I wanted to be comfortable.”
“I punched the guy in the mouth because I didn’t like him talking about nailing you,” Colton says, his hand slipping lower to caress my ass cheek. He groans low under his breath, squeezing the fleshy part of my cheek in his hand. “I already told you, you’re mine.”
I laugh – Colton King, campus' biggest player, is calling me his? Whatever — but the laugh turns into something else when his hand slides around my waist and down the front of my pants. He stops, though, pausing with his fingers millimeters from my clit. The distance is agonizing.
"This is mine," he declares.
“I’m not yours,” I say.
He moves one finger across my pussy lips — first one, then the other — teasing me and refusing to touch me anywhere else. The heat from his fingers radiates through my body and makes me feverish with anticipation.
"You don't get to claim me," I argue.
If this is what he means by claiming me, he can claim me all night long.
I don’t say that out loud.
“I'm going to claim you Cassie," he growls. "All of you. Over and over again. You're going to beg me to claim you."
“You…can’t say…that,” I breathe, my words punctuated by inhalations as he keeps teasing me, touching me everywhere else except where I want to be touched.
“No?” He slides his hands up my body. For a second, I’m disappointed. But then he pulls the bottom of my tank top up over my stomach, his fingers grazing my skin. His touch sends a shiver through me that goes straight to my core.
“Nope,” I whisper.
“Then let me say something else,” he says.
“Say it.” I stare at his lips, hanging on his every word. I want his lips on me desperately. I want his lips moving across my skin, caressing me, his mouth between my legs.
“Let me tell you what I’m going to do next,” he says. “Right now, I'm going to take off your shirt, and then your pants. Then I'm going to lick you until you’re gasping for breath. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re bucking against my face. I want to hear you call my name when you come. Over and over. I want to hear you moan my name.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, which is good because I don’t fucking have one after that. His words send arousal coursing through me, pooling between my legs. If I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked. The way he talks, the way he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me, no one has ever talked to me like this before.
No one has ever wanted me like this before.
My body is on fire, the flames of lust stoked because of him. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him.
He lifts my tank top over my head with no resistance from me, kissing his approval down the side of my neck as he runs his finger down my chest and between my breasts. I arch my back to meet his touch, already needy for him.
"Then I'm going to finger-fuck you, Cassie Rae," he says, his voice thick as he kisses his way down my breasts. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging for my cock.”
I whimper as he traces circles around my nipples, one at a time, with his tongue. He does it excruciatingly slowly, and my nipples harden at the sensation.
"And then what?” I ask. I can hardly get the words out, my breath catching in my throat as he drags his teeth along my sensitive skin. He sucks my nipple into his mouth more forcefully, pinching it between his teeth, and even though it sends a shock of pain through me, the pain is eclipsed by the heat that overwhelms everything else.
“Then nothing,” he says. “Because I’m not going to fuck you.”
“No?” I barely choke out the word.
“Not until you’re ready,” he amends. “However long that is. Not until you want me to fuck you.”
The way he touches me, that may be a lot sooner than he expects.
He slides his hand down the front of my pajama pants, but instead of teasing me, this time he slides his fingers over my clit, then further. “Shit, you’re wet as hell.”
I whimper at the sensation of his fingers between my legs. I pull my lip between my teeth, trying not to cry out as the heat from his fingertips radiates through me.
A pained expression crosses his face. "Feel what you do to me, Cassie."
He reaches for my hand and places it between his legs. His cock presses hard against his jeans, and when my palm presses hard back, he groans.
His groan.
That sound. It makes me want to make him do it again and again.