My hands crawled down to find her hips, sliding further down to the hem of her robe. She moaned when I hiked up the fabric to touch the skin around her mid-thighs. Dropping to my knees, I pushed the robe open and kissed her stomach, then lower. My hands slowly moved up her legs, caressing her soft skin, and only stopping when I’d made it to the top of her thighs. Samantha blossomed before me. She shuddered, widening her stance and relaxing her body when my tongue made first contact with her wet, trimmed folds.
Fuck.
This woman could lead me straight to my demise if I didn’t regain some control.
Rock hard and going on three weeks without, I had no idea if I could stop myself now that I’d begun to taste her sweet wetness. Her hands ran wantonly through my hair, gripping fistfuls and digging her nails into my scalp. Christ, I was turning into a man possessed. I pulled back and gazed up at her, still massaging her swollen bud with my thumb. She stared down at me, face awash with need, inhaling hard as though trying to catch her breath.
Her lust-filled eyes gave me permission. I gripped her hips and plunged my tongue past her folds into her wetness. Moaning loudly, and with knees weak and ready to buckle, she rocked her hips forward into my strumming fingers and my attentive tongue. Her hands moved down to my shoulders for balance, demanding more contact, more pressure, more of me inside of her. I glided my other hand from her hips, sliding a finger across her slick heat. Her body bucked, welcoming it further past her opening, and deep into her pussy. She was so fucking tight, my engorged cock twitched and my balls tightened, responding to the image in my mind of entering her soon.
Samantha rocked her hips with each stroke, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her inner wall clenched around my fingers just then. To help her along, I intensified my attention on her clit while moving faster in and out of her. Her nails dug into my shirt. I glanced up to see her neck arched, face tightened, eyes squeezed shut at the brink of an orgasm I hoped would last and last. This sexy, innocent, stunning creature reached her climax, and I could almost come from just the look on her face.
Almost.
She let out a cry, and her body shook, no control left in her as she came hard.
After her body relaxed and her breathing subsided, I got to my feet and helped her back into bed. Damn, was I ever pleased to see her with that euphoric expression in her half-lidded eyes. I crawled back in beside her and took her in my arms, taking my cup of coffee as I let her rest.
Samantha napped for under an hour. I could stay here all day with her beside me. I really could, but my phone kept buzzing. Slade had sent a text, wanting the squad to meet for a pre-combine pow-wow. I kissed her on the forehead and left, sending her a text message that read:
‘How was that?’
And hour later while I was up in my room, she replied with, ‘Great… I want more. Tonight. Your place.’
Wow. That message was clear as day. I was game. My queen size bed beat that tiny thing in her dorm room too. Plus I had my toys.
‘Are you sure?’ I asked.
‘Positive. I’m ready. I meant what I said last night. I want you to be my first.’
She remembered all that?
I answered with, ‘Time to walk the line’.
She sent me back a smiley face.
We had a date with destiny.
21
Samantha
I was nervous as hell, burning hot and still feeling my core clench from that earth-shattering orgasm. Evan took me to heights of arousal and pleasure that my fingers had never managed. I doubted my digits would ever be enough anymore, but there was no turning back.
I wanted more.
Needed more.
The mounting pressure in my lower belly wouldn’t cease.
I had sent that text to Evan with zero hesitation, and as I put on my shortest mini skirt and my tightest, skimpiest top, I smiled. Looking in the mirror, my lips froze in a semi-permanent state of mischievous delight. I wanted to look as sexy as I felt, but this five-dollar hooker getup was probably taking it too far. I did a quick turn in the mirror and decided, fuck it. I kept the outfit on and threw my denim jacket over the scrap of top.
There.
Kristy would approve.
Checking the time, I sucked in along breath and did a few shoulder shrugs to loosen the tension in my neck. This was it. By tomorrow morning, I’d finally be free of my virgin status, and would join the ranks of potentially mature adulthood.
I was ready.
I chose Evan.
God, I hoped I wouldn’t regret it all in the morning.
I showed up at the frat house, and found Evan sitting on the steps. He was waiting for me with a smile on his face.
“Wow, you look different,” he remarked, eyebrows raised as he stood up and pulled me into his arms.
I looked up at him. “Different as in good, I hope.”
“Definitely sexy, so that’s awesome, but then again, I found you sexy before as well. Even that day you showed up in that god-awful green bulky sweat suit.”
I chuckled. “God-awful?”
He kissed my lips. “Yep. Awful to the tune of let’s start a bonfire and burn that shit to ash.”
I shook my head and walked up the front steps with him. “It was freezing that morning, I’ll have you know.”
Evan pulled open the door to let me through first. “Yeah? Well, I’m all for function trumping fashion, but that outfit should be banned from sale everywhere.”
“You’ve got an opinion on everything, don’t you?”
He nodded. “Pretty much. I thought you knew that already”
We stepped inside. The place was quiet. Surprising for a frat house with a couple dozen residents.
“Where’s everyone?” I asked, looking around.
“Who knows. Probably recovering from the kegger last night. People were still here when I got in this morning.”
“Wow. Crazy.”
“Not really. It’s normal fare around here.”
We got to the main staircase and he asked if I wanted a beer.
I didn’t want to be as pissed drunk as last night, but I could use a couple to get the edge off. “Sure. Just one. Maybe two.”
“Okay I’ll grab some.”
He went to the kitchen and was back with a six-pack a minute later. “All right. Let’s go,” he said, holding out his hand to escort me up the stairs.
“Thanks. Did you work out today? And more importantly, did you do all the exercises and stretching I showed you?”
“I sure did,” he said proudly. “Warm up, cool down, heating pad, massage, the works.”
“Excellent.”
“I’m serious about this.”
“I know.”
We got to his room and I stopped him before he opened the door. “Do I need to mentally prepare myself for what I heard was the Evan Marshall chamber of indulgent debauchery?”
“Oh, you heard about it, huh? That’s probably a good thing…it means you won’t be surprised by too much. I did a little rearranging just for you, though.”
“Yeah? What, did you hide all the whips, chains, restraints and sex swings I heard about?”
“Hide them? With you coming over? Hell no. I brought them all out. Come on in. I’ll show you.”
I thought all the air got sucked out of the hallway after he said that. Goodness, was he serious?
He opened the door slowly, and for a split second, I thought I’d have to rethink this entire plan. He used his dimmer switch to adjust the light to a cozy level. When he moved out of the doorway, there was just his mahogany bedroom set, a bookshelf, a study desk and a sofa facing the flat screen TV mounted on his wall. It was a large room, painted in a muted camel color. The trimmings and décor were nice too.
No kinky bondage paraphernalia anywhere.
Thank God.
He turned to me and gave me a wink. “Gotcha.”
I breathed in a sigh of relief. “Smartass.”
“Come on in. Have a seat.”<
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I took a seat on the sofa. Evan twisted off the cap of a beer for me before handing it over.
“Thanks.” I took a sip, savoring the ice cool bitter bite to it followed by its semi-sweet aftertaste. Was I really ready to do this?
Time would tell.
He grabbed one for himself and sat beside me, stretching an arm over my shoulder like this was something we did all the time. My mind was on what was to come. I had to keep reminding myself to take it easy and not freak out. I took a few more swigs and rested my head on his arm, looking at his bookshelf. One shelf was lined with smaller books, and I noticed a bright, unmistakable, orange and yellow paperback.
“You’ve read The Achemist?” I got up and went over to his bookshelf.
“Sure. I read a lot. Nonfiction stuff mostly. A lot of biographies too.”
“Mind if I browse your collection?”
He remained on the sofa, starting on his second beer. “Knock yourself out.”
This guy.
I swear he should have a warning label around his neck that reads There’s more to me than I let on. He had titles like The Talent Code, Thrive, Undaunted Courage, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, and even a late1970s edition of The Power of the Subconscious Mind. Close inspection of the one I picked up showed they were not just sitting on his shelf. This one was well-worn, with the odd dog-eared pages throughout, creases along the spine and notes on some of the corners.
“You never cease to amaze me, Evan Marshall.”
I made to turn and go back to the sofa, but he stepped up behind me. He didn’t touch me, but I knew he was there. All that scorching heat radiated from his torso into my back and spread to my core, causing me to ache deep between my legs again.
“Samantha,” he whispered, still not making physical contact, except for his baritone voice rumbling in my ear. It instantly made me wet.
“Yes,” I breathed out, barely making a sound. I leaned my head back until it touched his firm, toned chest.
Evan reached in front of me and took my beer bottle, placed it on top of the bookshelf. He put a hand on my hip and drew me in. “Tell me what you want,” he asked in a deep, thick raspy tone.
“You already know,” I said, closing my eyes and placing my hand over top his as he ran it up and down my hip.
“You told me in a text message. Not good enough. I want to hear it from your sweet, sexy lips…” His other hand crept up my arm and he turned me around to face him. “And I want you to look me in the eye when you say it.”
Heat rose up my neck as I looked up into his darkened eyes. As difficult as it was to evoke it from deep within me, I was compelled to say it. I desperately wanted to tell him.
Taking a breath, I whispered, “I want you, Evan…I’d like you to make love to me…to be my first. Tonight…with no strings attached.”
I shouldn’t have squeaked out that last part, but it needed to be said. I wasn’t looking to get serious with anyone, let alone a football player who knew how to get under my skin. Besides, even if we did hit it off, I didn’t want the stress of dealing with the life of a professional athlete. He could get drafted to God knows where come late April, then get traded to another state across the country a week later. Of course, I was getting ahead of myself thinking this way, but I needed him to know that sleeping with me and being my first was not going to make him obligated in any way. He just happened to be a man whose touch made my body come alive with full-bodied, deep-seated lust, desire, and everything in between.
He nodded.
Good. It was settled.
Taking my hands in his, he backed up to his bed, then he kissed me. That intense, powerful kiss quieted my thoughts, accentuated my resolve, possessed my heart, and was close to making me forget my own name. His lips moved across my cheek and down to my neck. I arched my back, head tipped to one side as I eagerly ran my hands through his hair, overwhelmed already by the feel of his lips and tongue and teeth against my neck and collarbone. Peeling my jacket off, he slid the shoulder straps of my navel-length skin-tight stretchy top down my shoulder, one by one. There was no bra underneath, a detail that made him moan from the realization. His large hands cupped each breast, then he lowered and kissed each one through the fabric, gripping the nipple. He groaned hungrily, and his fingertips slipped under my neckline to pull it down and free them.
“Fuck…you’re beautiful,” Evan growled low as the sight of my bare breasts.
I would have told him I wasn’t if I could string together that many words. I couldn’t. Not when his lips pressed over my nipple and his tongue began to brush along the hardened peak, then over to the other breast, and back. I bit my lip, back arching further, holding on to his broad shoulders for support. My foot inched up the side of his jeans, wanting more contact with him between my thighs. Acting on impulse, I placed a hand over the crotch of his jeans to feel the thick, hard erection inside his pants. Stroking his thick length through the fabric, I couldn’t help my body’s response, no matter how hard I tried. The wetness and heat pooled between my legs, and my body shuddered against my wishes as he continued tugging each nipple, sucking hungrily on each one. I struggled to control my breathing, but I knew full well that the time for any type of self-control had long since passed.
His hands snaked around to my ass, and a second later he lifted me off the ground and placed me in his bed. He parted my legs, getting between them. I moaned when he pushed my skirt high up past my hips to reveal my silky pair of thong panties. He kept them on me, kissing the skin at my lower belly. Moving down one side, his tongue licked against my folds and suddenly crashed against my opening. I gasped, wanting to know what that would be like when his thick hardness was there instead. The idea that I wouldn’t have to wait much longer drove my need to another level, and my focus return to the wicked way he feasted on my pussy, sucking my clit then licking down across the folds until his tongue was buried deep in my center. I was desperate to strip off my bunched up clothes and rid myself of these panties, but he seemed to get a thrill from keeping me half clothed.
Without moving from his spot, he looked up at me, one arm wrapped under my legs and around to my sides, right along the patch of fabrics that were my mini skirt and midriff top. I hissed when his other hand slipped to my center and entered my sopping wet pussy. He kept his eyes lock on mine and spread me wider, licking and nipping my clit as I clench around his finger. He pulled it back and plunged two fingers inside, sucking hard on my clit. He took me over and over again with his two digits, and used his tongue to circle my now engorged clit.
Christ, that sensation, feeling him inside me and at my throbbing bud had me writhing against his face and bucking against his hand, desperate to feel him deeper. The pressure in my core catapulted through the roof. My chest rose and fell. I was breathless. My legs began to shake. My hand gripped his hair in response to what I knew was coming. That elated feeling of bliss compounded with electricity and the need for more, it all exploded from my center to every part of my body until I was a quivering mass of wobbly limbs when I came.
Evan didn’t slow down or stop or change position. He kept devouring me, fucking me hard with those skillful fingers that curled forward and found what could only be my G-spot. I was howling like an animal, in the throes of the knowledge that this wave of my climax would crash into another one that was already overwhelming me deep in my womb.
I didn’t want more of his tongue, or his fingers. I needed his hot, hard manhood between my legs. Gripping his shoulders, I got a hold of his shirt and pulled until he got the hint and slid up my body. His hands were at each side of my head now, propping up his body over mine.
His eyes searched mine, waiting, questioning.
I nodded.
He didn’t move.
I pulled his hips down to rest between my legs.
Kissing me softly on the forehead, he got off the bed and undid his belt. My eyes widened when he freed his fully erect cock. It was huge. Jesus, what would that massive app
endage do to my untouched core? Fear and sheer will power and excitement all came together, mixing with curiosity. I wanted to know.
Evan came over to the small table beside the bed and found a lubricated XXL condom. He opened the wrapper slowly. Before he removed the condom from the package, I sat up and took it from him, placing it beside me on the bed. I hung my legs off the side of the bed and leaned forward, licking my lips and taking his cock in my mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum took me by surprise, but it didn’t stop me from inching up his shaft as far as my mouth would go. I moved back then slid my lips along the head and up his length, taking in some more, looking up and admiring his rock hard stomach, chest, and all those angular lines of his chiseled torso and face. He groaned and closed his eyes. His large hands ran through my hair and gripped the root, holding me in place. I moved back and forth, faster now, aware of my expanding arousal, and the wet heat that soaked through my panties.
He pulled out of my mouth suddenly, and bent forward to kiss me passionately again. The warmth of his lips enveloped me, and his tongue explored my mouth, showing me his craving for what was about to come. He eased my bundled up clothes and panties down my hips and legs, throwing them into the pile with his. Picking up the unwrapped condom, he slipped it on and pushed my shoulders back so I could stretch out in bed. He hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly positioned himself between my legs.
Personally, I was glad he didn’t ask me again whether I was sure about taking the next step, even though I could see the burning question in his eyes. His stare was seductive, invasive and reassuring. I could lose myself in his gaze if I really wanted to. It shared a promise that he would make this a memorable experience for me. I wanted memorable, but I did not want to be here until six in the morning to find out what a cock felt like inside me. I wanted him now.
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