Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“They won’t, baby.”
It takes a moment, but she lets go, her hands falling away, and I slide down her body, her naked tits round and full, nipples pointing toward the ceiling.
I stroke her first—the soft skin between her legs, the inside of her thighs, the nub inside.
She whimpers, grabs onto me, and moves to close her legs, but I wrap my hand around her thigh, pressing my lips to her pussy.
“Open your legs, Clay,” I whisper against her heat.
She shudders, my breath tickling, and I watch her back arch again, so naked and beautiful and in plain sight if they wake up.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
I don’t want to take her. I want her to want it.
I feel her fingers thread through my hair, fisting at my scalp. “Lick me,” she begs.
She holds me tight, my scalp burning a little, but I don’t care.
I slide my other hand under her ass, holding her in place, and pull her panties to the side, diving in for a kiss. My lips are on fire as I suck her into my mouth, sampling, tasting…
And suddenly, I’m so hungry. Sweet and warm on my tongue, she moans as her body shakes. Her fists tighten and her breasts bob like Jell-O, and I can’t go slow anymore.
Easing her into it, I kiss, nibble, and lick her skin, tugging it gently with my teeth. She relaxes, starts pressing me to her and rolling herself into my mouth, getting demanding like Clay is so good at doing when there’s something she wants.
That’s my girl.
She spreads her legs wider, opening up for me, her body rolling on the bed like a wave, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Dragging my tongue, I bring it up and down in smooth, long strokes, back and forth, again and again. Her body tenses, demanding more, and I pick up the pace before diving down onto her clit and sucking it so hard her head shoots off the pillow. She stares in fright at the other bed, convulsing as I suck, rub, circle, and tongue her clit, tugging it between my teeth every so often.
Then, with my eyes cast up and savoring the euphoria of the expressions on her face, I slide my tongue into her cunt.
She goes rigid, losing her fucking mind as she releases my hair and throws her arms above her head, gasping and arching.
“Livvy…” She whimpers, and I move my tongue inside of her, rubbing her clit in circles with my thumb.
I know, baby. I know.
I flick my tongue over her clit. “I know you like it.”
“Yes,” she cries, sounding so vulnerable.
“You want me to keep going?”
She nods. “Don’t stop.”
“How long have you wanted your hands underneath my skirt, Collins? Tell me.”
She grips my hair again, and I can tell by her breathing she’s about to come. “So long,” she pants. “I want to press you against the wall in every empty classroom and pull down your panties.”
Heat pools in my belly, and I’m about to come too. Shit.
But just then, an alarm sings from the bedside table, and my heart leaps into my throat.
What?
Clay freezes as a bright light suddenly flashes.
WE JERK OUR heads, seeing someone’s cell light up and play a standard jingle.
Shit.
Amy whines, Krisjen yawns, and I see movement under the sheet. Oh, God. I flail, shoving her off me, and Krisjen sits up in bed, grabbing her phone as Liv and I pull the covers up over us. Her tank top lies between us, and I grab it, stuffing it under the covers.
My blood still rushes hot, the pulse between my thighs hammering, and a cool sweat covers my body.
Fuck. What time is it? I glance at the window, seeing light stream through, although the rain and thunder haven’t let up. Coach usually has us out of here by seven or eight. Is it time to get up already?
Krisjen rises from the bed in the dark, and Amy stretches, kicking the covers down off her body.
My mind races. What if they heard something? What if they saw?
What if they plop on the bed and notice I’m fucking naked? Where are my clothes?
I put my hand over my mouth, afraid they can hear my breathing, and I’m not sure if I’m scared or about to lose my mind at how good she felt.
I just couldn’t stop.
Krisjen looks down at us in the darkness, yawning. “Hey, you switch beds? Sorry, I’m a worm when I sleep.”
I clear my throat, my mouth like sandpaper as I look over my shoulder at her. “Yeah, it’s okay,” I choke out, feigning grogginess. “Your alarm sucks, though. I think you woke up the entire eastern seaboard.”
Amy snorts, and Krisjen makes some mocking sound, grabbing her hoodie off the bottom of the bed and pulling it on. “I’m a deep sleeper, too.”