The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories

by Brina Courtney

  I kicked the door closed behind me, and she led me to her bedroom with our fingers laced. No words were spoken; they weren’t needed. So much sexual frustration had been built up between us, and now that we were both single, we knew what was coming.

  I’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like eternity. Every noise from the busy street that ran in front of her apartment building disappeared as our tongues lapped at each other again. Her moans made my cock stiffen more, and I had to fight every urge to not throw her on the bed and make her scream my name before we even had time to say more than hello.

  This was going to be my first time with her, and I wanted it to be perfect. It would be my last first time with anyone. If someone would have told me three weeks ago that I would have fallen in love with the first woman I saw on the cruise around my age, I would have told them they were crazy.

  Avery was looking for the one, but I found my own.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, never breaking the contact of our lips.

  I didn’t break them either as I responded against her mouth. “I had to be here for my Superwoman.”

  “I would say the roses were enough, but this is better,” she said, crawling backwards onto the bed.

  “They were a decoy. I planned to come after work, but I needed to see you sooner.”

  I stepped closer as she kneeled on the edge of the bed on her knees, her arms wrapped around my neck, sending shivers down my spine as she ran her fingers through my hair. There had been plenty of women to touch me, but it never had an effect on me like this before. Every time Brooke touched me, it was like I had never been touched before. Every touch felt new.

  “Now we can christen the sheets since you promised,” she said, leaning back to look into my eyes.

  “Oh yeah?” I smirked at her.

  “Definitely!”

  I could feel the hardness of her nipples as they poked through her shirt—Christ, my shirt. As they poked through my shirt. In that moment as I took in how hot she was in my clothes, I made a mental note to give her all my t-shirts. I would buy new ones and then give those to her in a few years when the others were worn out.

  I reached down to the hem of her t-shirt. “I like your shirt.”

  “I wear it every night.” She blushed.

  “Mmmm it smells clean and like you,” I said, bending down to sniff the side of her neck.

  “Well I wash it, but I just put it back on the same night I do laundry.”

  “I’m going to give you more so you don’t wear it out too fast. I like you sleeping in my clothes.”

  “That’s fine with me,” she said, smiling.

  I kissed the side of her neck where I had been memorizing her scent. My tongue slipped out to taste her skin and made her moan again. She tilted her head to the side, granting me better access, my tongue tasting the saltiness of her skin. I ran my tongue from the top of her shoulder to her earlobe, feeling little goose bumps on her skin as she moaned again.

  She tasted like heaven, and I wasn’t even to the good stuff, yet. I couldn’t imagine what her pussy would taste like. If it tasted as good as her skin, I was going to be eating her for breakfast, lunch and dinner until the day I died.

  I grabbed the hem of the black t-shirt, raising it until it was over her head and on the floor. I stepped back a foot, capturing the sight of her bare, plump breasts. My mouth watered in anticipation, as if she were a food my brain knew would be good.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world.”

  “You’re just sayin’ that.”

  My eyes darted back to hers. I remembered how compliments made her blush and that she didn’t believe the ones I paid her on the cruise. “I’m serious. I just want to suck and lick every inch of you right now.”

  “Well do it.” She smiled.

  She didn’t have to tell me twice. I threw my shirt on the floor beside hers and stepped forward, grabbing her left breast with my right hand. It was the perfect size for my hand. Just big enough to spill over in my palm, but not too big that I wouldn’t know what to do with it all.

  I bent down enough to stick it in my mouth, twirling my tongue around her puckered nipple.

  “Do you want to turn the light off?” she asked.

  I looked up at her. “Why would I want to do that?”

  “I...I don’t know.” She shrugged.

  “We can turn the lights off if you want, but I want to see you, Baby.”

  “Okay.” She smiled again.

  There was something in her look that told me that when Jared fucked her, he did it with the lights off. He was a worthless piece of shit that probably got off to women that looked like men instead of this beautiful woman in front of me.

  His loss!

  I took her other breast in my mouth, giving her nipple the same attention as the first one. Her hands continued to play in my hair, and I could smell the distinct fragrance of her arousal.

  Stepping away from her, I unbuttoned my jeans, throwing them and my boxers on the floor with our clothes. I watched Brooke watch me, making me smile as the look in her eye was like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. But I was the tiger, and I was going to claim her first.

  As I stood before her naked body, placing my hands on her hips and hooking my fingers in the elastic band of her boxers, I shimmed them down her legs, taking her panties with them. When I got to her bent legs, she laid back, straightening her legs so I could remove the rest of her clothes.

  I’d imagined her naked body a thousand times, but nothing would compare to the real deal. Her smooth, golden, tanned body radiated as I looked down on her. I would never get the image out of my head as it was now engraved in every part of my brain. I wanted to go to sleep every night with it and wake up every morning to it. It was mine. She was mine.

  She scooted back to the center of the bed, laying her head against a pillow, and I crawled over her, looking directly into her eyes until we were face to face. I brushed my lips against hers and started to taste her body again with my tongue, starting at her slender throat.

  “Do you have a condom?” she asked.

  Shit!

  “Fuck, I didn’t expect this to happen. I left the bar too quick and came straight here. I don’t have one.”

  “I have an IUD.”

  “A what?” I laughed.

  She laughed back. “It’s a pregnancy prevention thing that gets stuck up in your vagina.”

  “I...it’s like...it means you won’t get pregnant, right?”

  “Yeah.” She smiled. “It’s like the pill, but not.”

  I shrugged. “I’m clean if you trust me.”

  “I trust you, and I’m clean, too.”

  “Good. Now that we got that out of the way, can I continue my trail?”

  “Uh huh,” she said, biting her lip and smiling.

  Her fucking smile made my cock twitch every time I saw it.

  If she kept looking at me all cute, it was going to be over sooner than I wanted it to. I was trying to draw it out. Trying to make this memorable for both of us, because she wasn’t just some random chick I picked-up at Halo. This was my Superwoman, and I wanted our first time to be the best we’ve ever had.

  I continued down to the valley of her breasts, stopping to suck each one in my mouth again. The scent of her arousal was getting stronger, and I needed to find out how wet she was. While I sucked a nipple into my mouth, I reached between her legs, running my middle finger between her folds.

  The instant I felt her slick juices, I groaned against her chest. My dick stood at attention, jealous and wanting to be covered in the fluids that my finger was getting. She gasped as I touched her clit with my finger, throwing her head back against the pillow and arching her back off the bed.

  I rubbed her nub as I continued my trail with my tongue, licking her stomach, dipping into her belly button and going further south until her coarse hair tickled my tongue.

  I grinned against the top of her mound as real
ization was settling in that I was about to taste her pussy for the first time. Going down on Brooke was better than my first time with my neighbor, Page. All my senses were on high alert, and my cock throbbed, screaming at me because it wanted to be in Brooke’s warm cunt.

  I needed to taste her. I’d waited too long, and even though I wanted nothing more than to give my dick what he wanted, I wanted to feel Brooke squeeze my head with her thighs as her first orgasm shot through her.

  As I inched down further, a bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip of my cock. I was ready to explode just hearing Brooke moan at the first swipe of my tongue against her pussy. It tasted like candy.

  Sweet fucking candy.

  I lapped at her core as she continued to moan and clenched the comforter on her bed. When I flicked her clit, her body jerked a little beneath me. Her pussy was as sweet as a fucking lollipop and the best cunt I’d ever tasted—and I’ve had my fair share.

  I spread her folds open with my fingers and continued to lick up her sweet juices. I couldn’t believe that I was in her apartment and tasting her—about ready to fuck her. I laid on the bed on my stomach, and with my other hand, I slipped first one finger and then two into her pussy as I sucked and flicked her clit.

  Her body started to tighten as she was on the verge of shattering. I sped my fingers and tongue up, needing her to release so my cock could experience her tight pussy bareback. I hadn’t gone without a condom since I was married to Dana. I’d forgotten how it felt, but knew it was going to feel awesome.

  My two fingers curled inside her drenched pussy, and that was Brooke’s undoing. She moaned, back arching more and her legs clenching my head like I wanted. I slowly continued to fuck her with my fingers until her body relaxed and started coming down from her high.

  I rose off my belly, licking my lips as I tasted her cum, and crawled up her body. Our eyes were locked as I bent my head down, capturing her mouth with mine. I didn’t think about it—I needed to kiss her. There had been some women who wouldn’t let me kiss them after, but not Brooke. She didn’t even flinch.

  Her tongue darted out, tasting herself around my lips and tongue. She moaned again while running her hands along my smooth chest and rippling washboard abs and grabbed my cock. I let her pump me a few times in her hand, but I was on the brink of losing it so, I pulled out of her grasp and eased my way between her thighs once more—this time with my dick.

  I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance and ran it along her folds to gather some of her cum while looking into her lustful eyes. I eased into her, inch by inch, her legs wrapping around me so that I could go deeper once I was in all the way. Each inch warmed my cock as I sank into her.

  We stared into each other’s eyes as I went further in. I’d forgotten how good it felt to go without a condom, but I knew nothing compared to her. Her warm slick pussy wrapped around my cock each time I went deeper. Her nails raked lightly across my back, and my goose bumps returned. Not only my hair, but every nerve was standing at attention as I withdrew a little and then eased in further.

  Once I was to the hilt, I leaned down, kissing her again and began to move my hips. She ran her hands through my hair again—something that I loved, but never told her—she just knew.

  Our bodies had a light coating of sweat as our hips rocked in sync with each other. She would moan and I would groan as the pleasure grew so intense that I knew I couldn’t last long. I’d been worked up since the moment she opened the door and I laid eyes on her. I was trying my hardest to wait for her to come again.

  As if she was reading my mind she whimpered, “I’m close,” in my ear.

  I was even closer, I knew it.

  I rested my weight on my left forearm, continuing to pump into her as I reached my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. She titled her head to the side, and I leaned forward enough to take her lips and tongue in my mouth again.

  Her body tightened the same way it did when she was about to come before. I massaged her nub harder and faster, grinding my hips into her as fast as I could. Brooke moaned my name as she came beneath me, and I groaned hers in her ear as I came on top of her at the same time.

  “Wow...” Brooke finally said as we lay next to each other.

  “I know.”

  I did know. It had been almost a year since I had had sex. I couldn’t imagine if it were to be with a random chick—a random hook-up. This was much more intense. Before when I would let a girl have more than one night with me and we would end up having sex, I wouldn’t kiss her during. Kissing during was something special.

  Yes, kissing wasn’t special, but when my dick was in them, I didn’t want my tongue in their mouth. But Brooke...I couldn’t get enough. The moment her eyes locked with mine when I entered her—I was a goner. I wanted my hands, mouth, chest, cock—everything on and in her.

  She leaned over, wrapped her arm across my body and placed her head on my chest. She fit perfectly, and we laid there while I lightly tickled her arm with my fingers.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Brooke

  I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee...two of my favorite things. As I stretched, realizing how sore I was, I was a little bummed that Easton wasn’t still in bed with me. I would have loved to have woken up next to him, but spending the night in his arms and waking up to him cooking breakfast was just as good.

  After our first session, I laid wrapped in his arms as he lightly ran his fingertips down my arm. I was almost asleep before I realized that we had never locked the front door. After I made myself get out of bed to lock the door, I went back to my bedroom and was instantly awake for round two.

  The things Easton could do with his tongue were out of this world. Jared had never once come close to getting me off while going down on me. After about five minutes of him asking me if I was close, I would fake it. There was no faking it with Easton.

  Since the first day of the cruise, I imagined his fingers and tongue on my pussy. Nothing I’d dreamed of came close to reality. Since I kicked Jared out, I would use my own fingers after hanging up the phone with Easton. Just thinking about his voice and laugh and remembering his hard body and smile made me horny.

  When I saw him at my front door last night, I instantly became wet. He was no longer in my imagination; he was reality—my reality.

  I slipped on his boxers and t-shirt that I didn’t give back to him when we were on the cruise. I didn’t mean to steal them, but the morning I woke up to him in the shower, I wasn’t really thinking of that. I left as soon as I could. Part of me is disappointed that Jared was cheating on me the whole time, and I could have had Easton on the cruise like I wanted. The other part of me was glad that our first time was in a king-size bed and not in the middle of two twins pushed together.

  “Mornin’,” I said, slipping my arms around Easton’s bare stomach and leaning my head on his back.

  He stood in my kitchen in only his jeans, scrambling eggs.

  “Did I wake you?”

  “No, the bacon did.” I smiled against his back.

  Easton turned in my arms, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. “I made coffee, too. I hope it’s how you like it.”

  “Nothing creamer can’t fix.” I stood on my tippy-toes, giving him a little kiss before turning to make me a cup.

  After he finished making the scrambled eggs and a few slices of toast, we sat at my square cherry oak table and dug in. It had been a long time since anyone had cooked me breakfast. I didn’t recall Jared ever making me breakfast.

  “Thank you for making breakfast,” I said, taking a bite of the bacon.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “How did you learn to cook?”

  “After Dana died, I had to learn, you know? I couldn’t let Cheyenne starve. My mom taught me the basics, but over time, I’ve picked up some things here and there.” He took a sip of his coffee.

  “What’s your specialty?”

  “Chicken carbonara. The secret is lots of butter.” He chuckled
.

  “And bacon right? Bacon and butter makes everything better.”

  “Definitely.”

  “I think the last person to cook for me was Bailee when she was maybe twelve. She made spaghetti—something you really can’t mess up.” I smiled at the memory.

  “I’ll always cook for you if you want.”

  Always?

  I felt my face flush. Damn him and his sweet talking ways. Before I could say something back, there was a knock at my door.

  “Hey, why are you guys here so early?” I asked, opening the door to see Nicole and Avery standing there.

  “Early? This isn’t early. We need to leave in thirty minutes,” Nicole said, stepping past me. “Oh, shit! I didn’t know you were here, Easton.”

  “You didn’t?” I questioned, turning around to see everyone standing behind me.

  “I thought Avery would have told you,” he replied.

  “Well he didn’t,” she said, lightly punching Avery’s arm.

  “Wait, I thought you knew he was coming and that is why you were stalling after dinner?” I asked.

  “No?” she said, raising her eyebrows at him.

  “I didn’t tell her, and it slipped my mind when we got back to her condo,” he said, with a mischievous smile.

  “Enough said,” I said, stepping around them to go get dressed.

  Apparently we were both having a good time at the same time if you catch my drift.

  Easton followed me into the bedroom. “I need to run to my car. I left my bag in there.”

  He left to get his bag while I started to get dressed. I was going to the hospital, so they were lucky I even bothered putting on something other than my PJs. I dressed in black yoga pants and a light blue tank top that reminded me of Easton’s eyes. I didn’t put any makeup on and threw my hair back into a ponytail.

  I was starting to get nervous. Since Doctor Sam told me about my tumor, I kept thinking about whether or not I had cancer. My life seemed like it was starting to go in the direction that I wanted it to. Easton had come into my life, making me happy. Nicole found Avery, and she was the happiest I’d ever seen her. Bailee was about to graduate college, and everything just seemed right.