by Claire Adams
“What makes you think I’m trying to pull you?” he said, shrugging. “Maybe my arms are just tired and you’re in the way.”
“You’d have left it on the couch back if that was the case,” I pointed out, looking up at him. My heart was beating faster in spite of my taunts. It would be stupid not to admit at least to myself that Jaxon was hot, and I definitely admired his athletic skills and the fact that he was actually pretty smart, under his playful pranking personality.
“You make a good armrest—hey, maybe that could be your function in the frat! You could just sit there and whoever needs to rest his arms can use your shoulders.” I rolled my eyes.
“You aren’t just resting your arm; you’re trying to make a pass at me. A lame pass, but a pass nonetheless.”
“Hey, it wouldn’t be the oldest trick in the book if it didn’t work. You’re blushing, Mia. You know you think I’m hot.” I shook my head, rolling my eyes in spite of the smile that still curved my lips.
“I’m not the one who complains about someone being a distraction,” I told him, sticking out my tongue and poking him in the ribs. Jaxon let out a protesting yelp, grabbing at my hands.
“I’ll get you for that,” he told me. He pulled my hands up by the wrists, gripping them in one hand as he used the other to tickle my ribs, my belly, down to almost my hips, making me squirm and laugh out loud.
“Stop! Stop—stop!” I was breathless, shaking and fighting to get away from him, laughing in spite of myself.
“Admit you have the hots for me,” Jaxon demanded, continuing to tickle me relentlessly. “Admit you’re just jealous of all the girls I’ve hooked up with and that’s why you don’t hang out with them.” I shook my head, almost shrieking with laughter, still trying to get away.
“Fine, fine, fine… you’re hot, you big dummy,” I shouted finally when I couldn’t stand any more tickling. Jaxon’s wriggling fingers stopped. “But I am not at all jealous of those stupid girls you hook up with.”
“Good enough,” he said with a grin, peering into my eyes, holding my gaze for a moment. He leaned in and before I could even catch my breath, he was kissing me, his hands no longer tickling but pulling me closer to him on the couch. My heart was racing even faster—I would never have thought in a million years that Jaxon would actually make a move on me—and for a moment I was too shocked to do anything at all. But after a few moments, Jaxon began to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips and into my mouth, and I snapped back to myself, kissing him back hungrily, letting my hands trail over his broad shoulders, his muscled chest. His hands started to move over my body too, tickling my waist, gripping my hips, moving upward to cup my breasts.
I knew it would be a mistake to sleep with a guy from the frat, but the way he made my body feel urged me on.
Jaxon sank down onto the couch, bringing me with him, his hands slipping underneath my tee shirt to brush against my skin. I was on fire, tingling all over, my blood roaring in my ears like waves crashing on the beach as the kiss got hotter and hotter. Jaxon’s fingers tugged down the fabric of my bra, and I made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine when he found my nipple my touch, giving it a quick twist with his fingers that sent a white-hot jolt of pleasure through me. I was soaking wet already, turned on in a matter of minutes, everything else in the world completely gone out of my brain as Jaxon moved from one breast to the other, teasing and massaging as my pussy tightened, my whole body going tense with need. He stopped—and I almost broke the kiss to ask what was wrong, before I felt his hands trailing down my abs, finding the hem of my tee shirt. He pulled it up, tugging it over my head, and I pulled away from his lips just long enough to keep us both from getting tangled in it.
I gasped as Jaxon ducked his head down and lifted my breast up to his mouth at the same time, claiming my nipple with his lips. He sucked and licked, and I heard breathy little moans leaving my lips, felt myself trembling as I got more and more turned on—more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life, writhing on top of him and hungry for more. He switched to my other breast, reaching around to my back and finding the clasp on my bra to unhook it. I was touching him all over, able to feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me as I squirmed, trying to find the bottom of his shirt to get him out of it. Jaxon laughed and somehow wriggled out it, giving me just a second to appreciate the sight of him shirtless—the light spattering of light brown hair across his chest, his nipples standing up, the ripple of muscle under his smooth skin—before he dove back in, nuzzling into my cleavage before he started teasing my breasts once more.
His hands moved down to my jeans and I shivered as his fingertips tickled me, slipping just underneath the waistband of my pants, caressing and teasing. Jaxon unbuttoned and unzipped my fly and I started kissing and nibbling at the column of his throat, unable to think of anything—not even caring about the game anymore, not even caring that the other guys could show up again at any moment—other than my absolute need to get him naked, to feel him inside of me. We’d been flirting for so long, teasing each other; in spite of the fact that I’d told myself through the weeks that it meant nothing at all, I couldn’t help noticing how hot he was, I couldn’t help wishing that something could come of it. Jaxon’s hand slid down under the waistband of my panties and I gasped as his fingers brushed against my slick folds, feather-light at first and then firmer, pressing and stroking up and down. I moaned against his neck as he found my clit, sinking my teeth into the place where his shoulder started; Jaxon groaned, rubbing my pleasure center in tight little circles. “Fuck, Mia, you’re soaking wet,” he said, his voice not even above a whisper, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so fucking hot, girl—so hot and wet, fuck.” His fingers moved down and I squirmed as he divided his attention between stroking my clit and rubbing along my inner labia, teasing me with the tip of his finger.
I was shivering against him, pushing my hips down, and moaning as quietly as I could manage as Jaxon slipped one finger into me slowly, pressing past the initial resistance of my body and plunging it deeper and deeper, even as his thumb worked my clit steadily. “Mm, you’re so tight, god, Mia,” Jaxon murmured, moving his finger in and out, rubbing along my inner walls until I couldn’t think of anything at all, just shiver and twist and writhe with my need for more.
I came back to myself again with a jolt as he turned me over and pinned me against the blanket-covered leather. Jaxon tugged my jeans down over my hips, taking my panties with them; he pulled them down to my knees and pushed my legs open, spreading them wide and leaving me all but naked, panting and burning up with heat. I smiled up at him as he looked down, taking in my breasts shaking on my chest from how hard I was panting, the sprawl of my legs, the sight of my soaking wet pussy. “I’m going to be really distracted now,” he said in a murmur, shaking his head. He grinned then and darted down between my legs, shifting until he had his arms up underneath my thighs, holding them spread. He looked up at me for just a moment before he buried his face against my pussy, moaning as he nuzzled me. The first flicker of his tongue along my soaking wet folds made me moan, and in an instant I was twisting and squirming under him, my hips moving in instinct as he pressed against me harder.
Jaxon licked up and down along the length of my labia, tasting me, exploring, teasing—until I was on edge, ready to say whatever he might have wanted, if he would just give me what had become an absolute need. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand any more torture, he brought the tip of his tongue up to my clit, flicking and lapping, attacking the sensitive little bead and sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through me. I reached down and held onto his shoulders, ran my fingers through his hair, words tumbling out of my lips without me even knowing what they were as he moved up and down—teasing my clit with his tongue and then slipping down to my inner labia, probing and tasting me before he moved back up to where I really wanted him. He kept me in suspense for what felt like hours as I arched and pitched, tilting my hips and grabbing a
t him to get better contact.
Jaxon moaned against me, the sound sending vibrations against my clit as he sucked it between his lips, focusing all his efforts on my pleasure center. I cried out as I felt him teasing me lower with two fingers, rubbing and stroking and then plunging them deep into my pussy all at once, filling me up while I tightened around him in a spasm of pleasure. He worked me with his fingers and his lips until I was absolutely mindless, moaning and crying out, jolts of hot and cold sensation crackling through my veins, dancing up and down my nerves. I hit my orgasm, digging my nails into his skin, arching almost clean off of the couch as the first waves of pleasure hit me with the force of high tide. Jaxon kept it up through my whole climax, sucking and licking, filling my ears with sucking, greedy sounds and moans that made it even hotter, even more of a turn-on as more and more waves of pleasure washed through me.
He stopped when I sagged against the couch, for a moment completely spent, unable to do anything but struggle to catch my breath. As he slithered up against my body, moving up along my torso, I saw him licking his lips clean of the last of my fluids and then he was kissing me, touching me with warm hands that were somehow soothing and teasing all at the same time. “You’re so fucking tight,” he told me, cupping one of my breasts and giving it a squeeze. “Think you can handle me, Mia?” I was confused—for just a moment, my brain a million miles away. I felt his erection digging against my hip and suddenly understood in a flash.
“Of course I can,” I said, my body already heating up once more. Jaxon guided my hand down to his jeans and I somehow managed to unbutton and unzip his pants, in spite of the way my hands trembled slightly and the utterly brainless feeling I had after my climax. I reached down and slipped my hand into his boxers, finding his cock by touch; he was so hard, so thick, so hot, for a moment I was almost—almost hesitant. But then in the next instant all I could think of is how good he would feel inside of me. My grip on him tightened and Jaxon groaned, pulling himself up onto his knees. He pushed his jeans and boxers down over his hips, getting them down far enough along his long, strong legs and then falling onto me once more, pinning me to the couch.
“You sure you can take it?” he murmured against my ear, and I felt his heat and hardness rubbing against me, sliding between my labia, teasing me. I had caught just the briefest look of him when he pulled his pants down—he was thick, long, his cock bigger than anyone else I’d ever been with. I nodded, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling his face around to kiss him hungrily on the lips. He still tasted like me—his tongue and his lips hot and just a little sticky from my fluids—but it was incredibly hot, knowing that he’d gotten that turned on from going down on me, that he was at least a little worried about how I’d be able to handle him.
Jaxon guided himself up against the well of my pussy and thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch. He was so thick—I forced myself to breathe, felt my body yielding to the intrusion of his hard cock, his heat almost burning me. “Fuck,” I murmured, panting as he pushed deeper and deeper, not exactly taking his time but working against the flex of my muscles, plunging into me. I pushed my hips down to meet his, wanting all of him, wanting him deep inside of me with that delicious hard cock. Jaxon chuckled, pausing for just a moment when our hips were absolutely flush.
“How does that feel, Mia?” he asked me, nipping at the spot just below my ear.
“Good, so good. Shit, Jax,” I tried to move but I couldn’t—he had me pinned at the hips, trapped by the legs of my jeans. He began to pull out slowly, and I moaned, my whole body tensing, my inner muscles flexing to try and keep him right where he was. He rocked his hips, pushing into me once more, deeper somehow—it felt so good, so full and hot, I couldn’t help trying to get more of it, twisting my hips against his and writhing on the couch for more. We fell into a rhythm together after a few minutes, and I felt my pleasure mounting and mounting, my body heating up more and more as I got closer and closer to orgasm. Jaxon kissed my neck, trailing his lips down to my breasts. I bit my lip to stifle the loud moans that threatened to rip out of my throat as he latched onto one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking, even nibbling with his teeth carefully even as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts.
“Fuck, Mia—so tight, so hot,” before I knew it he was pounding into me, thrusting hard and fast, his hands touching me everywhere and his lips dragging against my skin anywhere he could reach. I was pushing my hips down against his, meeting his thrusts, tingling all over as my hands trailed over his back and shoulders, kneading and caressing. I dragged my fingernails down his spine, not quite scratching him but making him shudder against me; I kissed and nipped at the column of his throat, working my way down to his collarbones and then back up to his lips, as we both got closer and closer to climax, both of us starting to sweat.
My second climax hit me all at once, almost without warning; one moment I was tingling with greater and greater pleasure and the next moment the tension I could feel building up deep down between my hips broke, all at once, and I was moaning against his skin, burying my face against his neck as the first spasm of orgasm hit me, making every muscle in my body tense, making my nerves crackle with electric sensation so intense I wasn’t entirely sure if it was pleasure or pain I was feeling. A few moments after I started to come I felt Jaxon’s body tensing against me, heard his long, low moan, and then his cock was twitching inside of me. I felt the first sticky-slick slap of his come shooting into me, hot and gushing. We struggled to maintain it—I rode him through my climax, tightening around him, like my body wanted nothing more than to trap him there forever, and Jaxon held himself up, thrusting into me hard and fast, moaning again and again. But after a few moments—minutes or hours, it was impossible for me to say which—Jaxon sagged against me, his weight pressing me against the couch.
For a while we lay like that, mostly naked, absolutely satisfied, and I closed my eyes, happy to just drift. I had not thought in a million years that the night would end up that way, but I would be an idiot to have any problem with the fact that it had. I drifted in a golden haze, not really hearing anything around me, zinging pleasure lighting up my nervous system in aftershocks of pleasure.
I heard cheering on the TV and finally stirred, coming out of my nearly-catatonic state to look over at the game we had totally forgotten about. The Ravens had managed to score some points while Jaxon and I had been busy with each other, and I laughed; the clock was running down. If they could maintain their lead, it would go to them, and the Patriots were looking tired, from what I could see on the screen. After a moment I realized that Jaxon was watching too, though his relaxed body pressed to mine told me that he wasn’t paying a huge amount of attention to the game.
It occurred to me all at once that I had no idea of how long we’d been at it and I prodded Jaxon in the shoulder, making him stir. He picked himself up and looked down at me, his bright eyes clearing. “They’ve been on that beer run for a while,” I said. I may be one of the guys—but that would end really fast if they came in to see me mostly naked on the couch, having clearly just finished screwing Jaxon. Jaxon’s eyes widened and he nodded, lifting himself off of me and looking around for his shirt. I was almost disappointed when he pulled his pants up and tucked himself back in, zipping his fly and throwing his shirt over his head. I looked around and found my bra, my tee shirt, scattered a few inches away from each other on the floor next to the couch. I pulled up my pants and dressed as quickly as I could, my heart pounding.
In a matter of moments, we were both sitting on the couch the same way we had been when everyone had left; a few minutes later, just as I was starting to calm down, I heard the telltale shouts and jeering of the guys returning from their beer run, coming into the front of the house. I could still feel the sticky-slick feeling of Jaxon between my legs, the lingering soreness deep down in my hips, and my cheeks burned for a moment; would everyone know what we’d been up to?
Jaxon didn’t let on at all.
He called out for someone to bring him a beer and to bring one for me too, and when the rest of the guys came into the room he was cool as a cucumber, commenting about the game, saying his friend was not about to get out of the bet he’d made. It was—to anyone looking—just like any other night in the frat house. He didn’t say anything, and just like always we commented on the cheerleaders, discussed plays, complained when things didn’t go the way they should. I was relieved; Jaxon wasn’t going to make it weird by telling everyone he’d nailed me, or by putting his arm around me in front of them. I’d fooled around with guys in the past who were perfectly willing to treat me like a bud right up until we had sex—and then suddenly they thought I wanted them to be all romantic and sweet. Finally, I thought, a guy who wasn’t going to make things more complicated than they really were by wanting me to be some girly-girl all of a sudden. I left the frat house late at night, still feeling the tingling, hot soreness between my legs and satisfied that things were just as they were supposed to be—I’d gotten laid, Jaxon had made a move, and nothing was going to get weird with the rest of the guys. I was okay with the fact that he hadn’t made an obvious move to show we’d done anything because everyone would look at me differently if they knew. Whatever reason Jaxon had in his own head didn’t matter. It would be fun to have sex with him and then go back to everything as usual.
CHAPTER 7
The next morning, I set out for my first class of the day, Biology, feeling tired but pretty thoroughly happy in spite of it. I thought that maybe if I could get Jaxon alone—maybe when we went to study together—I could get another good fix. He was big; bigger than any guy I’d been with. I wanted to do more than just a quick screw on the couch. I wanted to take my time, return the favor he’d done me by going down on me the night before, fool around to my body’s content. I’d gone without sex for a few weeks straight and I was more than ready to get some more attention from him—I couldn’t even really consider screwing anyone else, not after how good it had been with Jaxon.