“Understatement,” I grumbled, still thinking about the dream from last night.
“Well, how is he supposed to get into your pants when you can’t even figure out how to?” She gestured to the bodysuit and all the various parts.
She had a point. This costume was a total cock blocker.
Sinking to the mattress, I sighed. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.” She smiled. “And that’s why I had to get you the best Princess Leia dress ever.”
She held up two pieces, one in each hand, and I tilted my head to the side. “That’s not a dress, Kayla. That’s a bikini top and a sarong.”
“No, look.” She pressed the gold cups across her chest over her gray hoodie. “It’s the sexy one from the movie with that big worm guy.”
“Jabba the Hutt.”
“Yeah, him. If you want to drive Jeff crazy, show up in this.”
Nibbling my lip, I considered a possibility that kept entering my mind.
“What if he’s not attracted to me?” I hated the insecure whine in my voice. “I like to think I’m a confident girl, but maybe I’m just not Jeff’s type.”
Kayla let out a laugh so loud I winced. “Are you even serious right now? Ash, you’re everyone’s type.”
“That can’t be true.”
She put a hand on her hip. “Remember my friend Gavin who came to visit one weekend last fall? He couldn’t stop talking about you.”
Confused, I tilted my head. “But he’s gay.”
“Exactly. He said you’re the type of girl who makes him wish he was straight.”
“Well, that’s flattering,” I admitted.
“Have you ever straight up told Jeff what you want?”
I grimaced. “No. I mean, I give him signs. I look at him like this.” Batting my eyelashes, I gave Kayla my best demure gaze.
One side of her nose scrunched up. “You kind of just look like you have something in your eye.”
“Gah.” Throwing my hands in the air, I glanced at the scraps of fabric again.
I imagined the look on Jeff’s face when he saw me wearing the costume. Would I be irresistible?
He was supposed to pick me up at eight tonight, but I thought about how fun it would be to catch him off guard. I could show up to the party by myself. I’d go into the living room. He’d pull off his Chewy mask, and we’d lock eyes across the beer pong table.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the most romantic scenario, but I wanted him speechless. Slack-jawed. Blown away.
Accepting the outfit from Kayla, I rubbed the thin slinky material of the skirt between my fingers. “All right. I’m gonna do it. But I have a favor to ask.”
“Anything.”
“It might cut into your date.” I gave her an apologetic look. “But could you drop me off at the frat house tonight? I want to surprise Jeff.”
Jeff
Impatiently glancing at the clock in the kitchen again, I saw that it was 8:15. Ashlyn was late.
She was never late.
Punctuality was extremely important to her. She’d told me she thought being on time was a way to show someone you respect them. It’s considerate, she’d said.
So where the hell was she?
She didn’t explain why she suddenly wanted to meet here instead of riding with me. I wasn’t even sure how she was getting to the party. Her short text earlier just said there’d been a change of plans and she’d see me at eight.
To distract myself, I threw away some empty red cups littering the countertops and wiped the beer spills off the granite island.
One of the best parts about living in the frat house was the luxury. Greek row at McAdams University was unlike anything I’d ever seen. The colonial-style brick mansions were built back in the 1950s, and no expense had been spared. Original woodwork, sparkling chandeliers, and marble floors were just a few of the perks.
Cheering from the other room was loud as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. If this was any other house, I’d assume there was an epic keg stand happening in there.
But I knew better.
It was still too early for that. Half the guys were setting up some drinking activities in the dining room while the others were playing a video game on the couch. A few girls had already arrived, and when the front door opened again, I quickly ducked into the foyer to see who it was.
Disappointed, my shoulders sank when I saw it was Jayden’s girlfriend. She was dressed as Sandy from Grease, poodle skirt and all. She grasped the lapels of Jayden’s black leather jacket as he picked her up and swung her around in a circle under a bunch of red heart-shaped balloons.
I trudged back to the kitchen.
Deciding to make myself useful while I waited, I offered to mix the jungle juice. The fruit was already sliced, so I dumped the oranges and strawberries into the five-gallon cooler before following it with vodka and fruit punch.
I was stirring it with an oversized spoon when the hairs on the back of my neck stood. My scalp prickled with awareness.
She was here. I felt her. It was always like this. When Ashlyn was near, it was as if my body could sense her.
I could smell her, too. Sweet vanilla. Ashlyn loved to bake, and she didn’t let dorm life stop her from doing it. She’d figured out a way to make three-tiered cakes in her microwave. It made her extremely popular around here, and she always smelled like sugar.
Double win.
I turned so quickly I almost knocked the lemonade off the counter, and when I saw her, the wind was literally knocked out of me.
My reaction wasn’t because of the buttercream monstrosity in her hands.
No, it was her outfit. Or, lack thereof.
Ashlyn was standing a few feet away, looking like every nerd’s wet dream.
Princess fucking Leia.
Her breasts were pushed up in the skimpy top, creating ample cleavage. Her flat stomach was completely exposed, and there were long slits in the skirt, revealing the entire length of her toned legs. She wore more makeup than usual, and the darker lipstick and golden bronze on her cheeks suited her. The braid over her shoulder begged to be pulled while I fucked her from behind.
My cock immediately stood at attention, tenting my tight black pants.
“Somebody went shopping,” I rasped out, my husky voice giving away how much she affected me.
“I’m not the only one.” Eying me from head to toe, she sauntered my way as her lips quirked up with a smile. “Han Solo.”
Know how hard it was to find a Han Solo costume in February? Pretty fucking difficult. But Ezra helped me pull it off. We went to three different stores just to find all the parts I needed.
After Ashlyn set the cake down on the counter, I held out a hand. “My princess.”
When I yanked her forward, she let out a surprised noise. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? You have no idea. I can’t even think straight right now.”
And that was the truth. All the blood had rushed from one head to the other. If she was trying to push me over the edge, she succeeded.
I surrender.
My need for her overshadowed my tendency to overanalyze, and I knew—sex was happening, sooner rather than later.
Palming her bare back, I pressed our bodies together while nuzzling her neck. “I guess we both had our own ideas tonight.”
“Yep,” she panted, giving away how turned on she was. Running her hands up and down my black vest, she added, “That’s not the only idea I had.”
I didn’t need to hear anything else. “Fuck this party. Let’s go up to my room.”
“Yesss,” she hissed out, and I linked our fingers.
As I pulled her from the kitchen, I headed straight for the wide staircase, but we were intercepted by Jayden before we could get there.
“Holy shit.” His eyes volleyed back and forth between Ashlyn and me. “Dudes, come look at this!” he yelled, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. “Jeff wins. Oh, yeah, Jeff wins the costume contest.
”
Every single person at the party stopped what they were doing to come see what Jayden was shouting about. And all the guys, especially the ones who didn’t have girlfriends, stared at Ashlyn as if she was a glass of water in the desert.
I didn’t care about the contest. I didn’t want to win anything. I just wanted them to stop checking out my girl.
“We’re out,” I announced, guiding Ashlyn to the other side of me so her body was shielded as we climbed the stairs.
“Yeah, I bet you are,” someone cracked from behind us. “I wouldn’t stick around either if that was my girlfriend.”
Ignoring the harmless comment, I gritted my teeth the whole way to my room. Those guys were my friends, I told myself. They didn’t mean anything bad by it.
But something inside of me had snapped.
Ashlyn was mine. She’d always be mine.
I wanted to claim her, mark her.
I didn’t even realize I was squeezing her hand too tight until she shook it loose. “Damn, bro. Quite a grip you’ve got there.”
“Sorry.” Lifting her fingers to my lips, I gave them a soft kiss. “Just didn’t like them looking at you like that.”
“Are you jealous?” Amused, Ashlyn narrowed her eyes. “You never get jealous.”
Was she kidding?
“I’m always fucking jealous, Ash.” When we got to the privacy of my room, some of the tension in my shoulders eased. “Every time you talk about World of Warcraft with Brody. Whenever you tell Jayden what you’re reading. Even when you and Carsen trade homework tips for your English class.”
“That’s silly.” She let out a breathy laugh as I shut the door behind her. “They all have girlfriends.”
“Doesn’t matter. Can’t you feel their eyes on you when you walk through the room?”
“I mean, yeah, sometimes they stare…” She shrugged.
“It’s because you’re so fucking beautiful.” Bracing a hand on the door, I caged her in with my body. “And then you come here tonight in this.” I ran my finger under one of her shoulder straps. “Are you trying to make me lose control?”
“Is it working?” The hopeful, somewhat insecure note in her voice killed me. Glancing down, she played with a button on my shirt. “You’ve never had any trouble resisting me before.”
I barked out a laugh, and the loud noise startled her. “You’re so wrong. Do you want to know what I do when you leave here?”
Looking up with her big eyes, she gave me a nod.
She wanted honesty? Fine.
“Five seconds after you’re out this door, I’ve got my cock in my hand. I think about you naked. On your back. Bent over. On top of me. In the shower. In the pool. Name any scenario, and I’ve jerked off to it.”
Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths. “Even me in this costume?”
“Especially that.” Gripping her braid, I thought about the other filthy things I could’ve said. How I’d thought about tying her hands to the headboard so she was at my mercy. How I wanted to lick her pussy until she screamed. How I’d dreamed about my dick in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat while she played with my balls.
I kept it fairly tame compared to what my imagination had come up with in the past.
We could get to all that eventually. Didn’t want to scare her away before we could get started.
“Jeff.” My name was a plea on her lips as she pulled my head down to hers.
Our mouths fused in a deep kiss, our tongues automatically melding. I loved how she came at me with her lips already parted. Like a closed-mouth kiss just wasn’t good enough.
After sucking on my tongue, she bit down on my bottom lip and tugged.
Just like our first kiss, it felt new. Important.
Only this time, my lips knew hers. If there was one thing we’d done a lot of, it was this. I could predict her next movements, just like she knew mine.
As our tongues brushed together in practiced strokes, my hands splayed out on her sides. My thumbs caressing her smooth, bare skin. She was warm and her muscles quivered under my touch.
Pushing my erection against her stomach, I let her feel what she did to me. Gasping, she palmed my length over the zipper of my pants. Her fingernails scraped over the swollen head, and my cock twitched.
“Whoa,” Ashlyn whispered, and her innocence was endearing.
It was my turn to find out how I affected her.
Running my palm over her cute-as-fuck belly button, I kept going down. My hand slipped past the waistband of her skirt. I felt smooth skin.
I made a noise. “You shave?”
“Did it just for you.”
“I like it,” I grunted, my fingers sliding into her wetness. “Fuck, Ash.” I rested my forehead against hers as I glided through her slippery folds. “You’re really wet.”
She let out a half-whimper, half-giggle. “What do you think I do after all our dates?”
Holy shit. The mental image of her touching herself made the throbbing in my cock ten times worse.
Cupping her pussy, I hooked the tip of my middle finger into her tight opening. “I want this. I need it.”
“It’s yours.”
I was about to back away, start stripping, and get her on the bed ASAP when loud knocking came through the other side of the wood.
“Jeff?” Brody’s voice sounded muffled. “The guys said you might be busy, but I just got back from class and I need to change.”
Fuck. Usually, I liked having a roommate, but right now it was a giant pain in my ass.
“Your place?” I asked Ashlyn, hushed.
She nodded quickly. Reaching into my closet, I tore an oversized hoodie off a hanger and put it over her head. It was so big it fell to mid-thigh on her. Perfect.
She quirked an eyebrow at me. “I brought a coat, you know.”
I just shrugged. No doubt more people had already shown up, and I didn’t want anyone else seeing her.
Taking her hand, I brushed past Brody without even saying hi.
I couldn’t get her out of this house fast enough.
Ashlyn
Never, in the history of ever, had a car ride taken as long as the one from Jeff’s house to my dorm.
Thankfully, my floor seemed to be pretty empty. Most people were out partying or on dates. I was glad, because sound traveled easily here.
I wasn’t too keen on having all my neighbors hear what was about to go down. A couple downsides to college life—thin walls and lack of privacy.
Anticipation thrummed between us as I got out my keys to my room. They shook in my hand as Jeff stood at my back.
As we stepped into my dark room, I expected some awkwardness. Some fumbling. Nervous laughter or uneasy silence.
None of those things happened.
Taking the initiative, Jeff gripped my waist and turned me around.
He pressed our bodies together, allowing me to feel the prominent bulge again. Then he dipped his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed against mine before he flicked it against my top lip.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he complained, his voice gruff as he pushed my coat down and lifted the sweatshirt off.
“You’re the one who put it on me,” I shot back with a smirk.
“You know why.”
Jealous Jeff was hot. Impatient Jeff was even hotter.
Without hesitation, his fingers found the back of my skimpy top.
Fortunately, it wasn’t an impossible-to-undo bra clasp. The scraps of fabric were tied together with a bow, and Jeff easily pulled the knot out.
Cool air caressed my breasts as the cups loosened.
“Let me see you,” Jeff demanded, and his take-charge attitude turned me on more.
His hands were balled into fists at his sides, like he was having trouble restraining himself from mauling me. The intense look in his mossy-green eyes sent a shiver through my body.
Where had this guy been for the past few months?
Holdin
g the top to my chest, I took a second to revel in this moment.
I wasn’t self-conscious about my body. I loved the way I looked.
Aside from my chocolate consumption problem, I ate a lot of healthy food. When I baked, I usually gave the treats away. Most of it, anyway. I made it to the gym a couple times a week. More than anything, I had genetics on my side.
Yeah, I was one of those lucky bitches who could get away with a lot and stay fit. My metabolism would probably go to crap when I was thirty, but for now, I was going to enjoy the perks of my youth.
Things were about to change between Jeff and me. Once we did this, we wouldn’t be able to go back to the way things were before.
And thank fuck for that.
I let the straps slide down my arms, and some of the composure Jeff had been maintaining slipped.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in an adorably Jeff-type gesture. “You’ve got the best tits I’ve ever seen.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve seen a lot of tits?”
“Not in real life.” Suddenly looking sheepish, he ran his tongue over his teeth. “Ezra, uh, directed me to some informative sites about how to pleasure a woman.”
Huffing out a laugh, my breasts jiggled. “You mean porn?”
Jeff shook his head. “Nah. It was like real information. Probably written by women, considering the extensive knowledge they included about the clit and the g-spot.”
Oh, wow. I was about to have a really good time.
Sending out a silent thanks to Kayla’s boyfriend for teaching my boyfriend the basics, I reached for Jeff’s belt. “Here’s the deal. Tonight, we’re gonna go slow, but nothing is off-limits.”
“Nothing?” His voice was so deep it was practically a growl.
“In my opinion, we have a lot of time to make up for. I’ve been waiting for this. I even got on the pill back in December to prepare for it.”
Jeff’s head fell back, and he groaned. “You mean to tell me we could’ve been fucking for months?”
I giggled at his dramatic reaction. “I figured you weren’t ready.”
His eyes snapped to mine. “Ash, I thought the same thing about you. But I’ve been so fucking ready.”
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