by Sophia Ryan
“Now that you got me, what are you going to do with me?”
Lightning fast, he bent and lifted her up and across his shoulder, his hand on her ass, and headed for the duck pond. The icy-cold and slimy duck pond.
She shrieked in mock terror. “Sean! What are you doing?”
“You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished.” He delivered a playful slap to her backside, hoping the action sent a wave of vibrating pleasure to her crotch. Thinking about it sent one through his dick.
Laughing, she kicked her legs and pounded his back with her hands. “No! Sean! Don’t you dare!” For her struggles, he gave her another enticing slap and stopped at the edge of the water.
“Have you learned your lesson or do I toss you in?”
“I think you need to take me home and give me a proper spanking.”
Laughing, he set her down in front of him, slowly, so their bodies rubbed against each other on the slide down. “You’re bad, Kristin DeMarco,” he whispered, “and my only temptation these days.”
She wrapped her arms around his hips and pulled him against her, rubbing slowly against his dick, which was standing at attention in his boxers. She was soft against his hard and she clutched him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin.
“I’m not bad,” she said just above a whisper. “I’m just a woman who is so filled with passion for you that she’ll do anything to have you.”
Her words, the way she looked at him, her eyes soft and deep, her lips parted, her breathing labored, touched him and reminded him of their first conversation about the kind of woman he wanted. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t speak.
“Got a problem with that?” she asked, a bit of an attitude coloring the words.
Shifting his hands to her ass, he cupped both cheeks and pulled her even tighter against him. He shook his head. “No.” His voice was rough with need. “Not at all.”
He kissed her, sliding his mouth wetly over hers, giving, taking, and making her want more. And she did want more. He could tell by the way she pressed her breasts into his chest and ground her mound against his erection. She wasn’t playing hard to get with him…Christ, he hated when women did that. He knew Kristin was filled with passion for him, and it made him feel wanted, like no other woman had before.
He wanted to take her home and love her all night long. Hear her sigh his name as he made her come again and again. Spend hours exploring her body with his mouth and tongue and hands. It was his damn schedule. He could alter it if he wanted. And fuck if he didn’t want to. Bad. His mind made up, he pulled back with a groan, then bent his knees and stooped over, presenting his back to her. “Get on.”
She hopped on his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Where are we going?”
He stood upright, shifting to make sure he had a good grip on her legs. “To adjust the bloody schedule.”
“Yippy!” she said and giggled with joy as he headed toward her dorm.
Chapter Six
As Sean and Kristin neared the dorm, a crying Zoe ran past them as if she didn’t see them.
“Zoe?” Kristin called out and slid off his back.
She stopped, turned tear-filled eyes to Kristin, and ran into her arms. “Oh, Kristin!”
“What’s wrong?” Kristin patted her back awkwardly. She wasn’t a crier and had never been comfortable easing people through emotional outbreaks like the one playing out all over her.
Hiccupping and sniffing, Zoe swiped at her nose. “Mason br-br-broke up with m-m-me.” The words seemed to unleash a fresh torrent of tears.
Kristin stepped out of the clinging arms. “Mason broke up with you?” she asked, just to make sure she’d heard the warbled words right. Zoe nodded.
“That doesn’t sound right. He’s crazy about you.”
“Not anymore,” she moaned, and flung herself against Kristin. “Take me home!”
Kristin looked longingly at Sean over her friend’s shoulder. He shrugged then winked at her as if to say there’d be another time.
“Sure. Let me say goodnight to Sean.”
Zoe let loose with another sob as Kristin moved away.
Kristin went easily into Sean’s embrace. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Rain check?”
He swept a strand of hair away from her face and brushed his thumb across her mouth. “We’ll have another chance. I promise.” She captured his hand, holding it against her cheek, against her mouth. His other hand slid onto her neck and pulled her into him. His kiss was filled with passion and promises that would have to be left for another time.
“Lunch tomorrow,” he whispered against her hungry lips as his gaze darted to Zoe then back. “Unless you’re unavailable…Harriett.”
Kristin smiled. “I wouldn’t miss it,” she said. “And no to Harriett.”
He kissed her again before she slowly, reluctantly, left his arms and led her friend toward home.
****
“Sorry I ruined your date with Sean,” Zoe said from her bed as Kristin handed her a cup of hot tea.
“You didn’t. I had a great time. Now tell me what happened between you and Mason.” She sat at her side, holding her hand.
“We went to his room after the movie. We usually tear each other’s clothes off and jump on each other. But when I started kissing him, he pushed me away. I asked him what was wrong. And that’s when he told me that he didn’t want to see me anymore.”
“Did he say why?”
She shook her head. “I asked him if I’d done something wrong or if there was somebody else. He said no. But he had to be lying. Why else would he break up a good thing like us?”
“Maybe he just needs some space. Give him time. He’ll realize how much he misses you and how stupid he was for letting you go.”
“You think?”
“Absolutely.”
Zoe set her cup on the bedside table. “Can I have a hug?”
Kristin hesitated for a split second. She knew Zoe—sex was her go-to salve for everything, good or bad. Kristin had Sean’s touch, his smell, his kisses on her, and she didn’t want it to rub off. But Zoe was a friend. A good friend who needed her comfort.
Kristin leaned over and hugged her. Zoe wrapped her arms around her and held her tight, pulling her body against hers.
Through their clothes, she could feel Zoe’s nipples pressing into her breasts, could feel her warmth hook into her, connecting them. Kristin knew what Zoe wanted and needed, but it was no longer what she wanted and needed. She wanted Sean. Only Sean. Slowly, gently, she pulled back.
“Drink your tea. It’ll make you feel better,” she said with a small smile, hoping to change the subject.
Zoe caught her arm. “I don’t want tea. I want you. I want to feel you.” As if sensing the coming refusal, her eyes teared.
Knowing she couldn’t break her friend’s already fragile heart, Kristin stood, pulled back the covers, and crawled into bed. She put her arm around her and let her lay her head on her shoulder.
She felt Zoe’s hand slip under the hem of her shirt. Felt her fingers tease across her stomach. She put her hand over hers, stopping her. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Sean and I are, I don’t know, getting…closer. I don’t want to be with anyone else while we’re—”
“I’m not just anyone. I’m your best friend. I need you.”
“And I’m here for you…to talk, to comfort you. But I’m not going to have sex with you.” Kristin kept her tone soft and sympathetic, but it bugged her that Zoe kept pushing.
“So that’s it?” Zoe scooted away from Kristin. “You’re with him now, so I can go fuck myself?”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Kristin reached out her hand, but her friend swatted it away.
“I’m always here for you,” Zoe said. “I never refuse you when you need me. Now, when I need you, you brush me off.”
“Try to understand about
Sean. I really like him. He’s—”
“I don’t want to hear it.” Zoe pulled the covers over her head with dramatic sobs.
Kristin sat on the bed for a minute longer, unsure whether to leave or stay. In the end, when Zoe showed no signs of leaving her blanket cave to talk rationally, Kristin rose and got ready for bed. She was growing tired of her tantrums and no longer wanted to play these childish games.
It was deep in the night before Kristin heard Zoe’s soft snores begin. She swallowed against a ball of confusion in her throat. What would Sean think if he knew about her and Zoe? Many guys found girl-on-girl a turn on, or at least that’s what they claimed. Would Sean be one of them? Or would he be angry? Shocked? Offended? Amused? Titillated? Curious to watch? Eager to participate? She didn’t know.
And what about her relationship with Zoe? Would her desire to be with Sean exclusively destroy it?
She didn’t have any answers. This was uncharted territory for her. Until last semester, she had never been with a woman, never had any real interest in being with a woman. Oh, she had been curious, but not enough to follow through with it. Then, she and Zoe roomed together. To Zoe’s free spirit, sex was like air, water, food—something the body needed to function, to thrive. She had given Kristin the courage and the opportunity to explore her sexuality and learn what her body wanted and needed.
The new truth in her life was that, with Sean in the picture, she no longer wanted sex with anyone but him. While she cared about her friend, she felt something growing strong in her heart for Sean. And she wouldn’t do anything to risk losing that or him.
Maybe she didn’t need answers right now. She and Sean hadn’t even slept together yet. Maybe sex would be a part of his payment plan and nothing else. Maybe one time would be enough to scratch her itch. Maybe they wouldn’t be sexually compatible. Maybe he wouldn’t be any good in bed.
She smothered a laugh.
Yeah, right. He’d be a lit stick of dynamite in bed. She knew it by the way he kissed her, slow and hot, like he was eating her up, drinking from her soul. By the way his slow hands seemed to know where to touch her body for maximum pleasure, even if that place was as innocent as the curve of her shoulder, her wrist, her neck, her fingers. By the way his gaze bore into her, as if he was reading her desires with the intent of making them come true. The man knew how to pleasure a woman. And she had a feeling that, once she’d tasted the pleasures he offered, no one else would satisfy.
She pictured them tonight, his mouth loving her breasts, his hands cupping her butt, his hard dick pressing into her. Her hands slid between her legs on a low moan, and she knew that tomorrow, and another chance to convince him to deviate from their blasted schedule, couldn’t come soon enough.
Don’t wait—call him, her heart said. Tell him you’re thinking about him, can’t wait to see him tomorrow.
No, her mind countered. You’re already moving way too fast with him. Playing hard to get will keep him interested.
“The hell with that.” She grabbed her phone and her pillow and went to the lounge on her floor. It was dark and quiet and somewhat private. No one would hear her, bother her, watch her as she made a fool of herself.
****
Sean lay in bed, wide awake, seeing Kristin’s face in the light and shadow of the ceiling. His mind focused on remembering every moment of their night…imagining what their night could have been. If not for her roommate, he’d be holding Kristin in his arms right now, would know the feel of her body connected to his. Zoe was trouble. He knew the type. The strange thing was that he usually felt those territorial signals from a man who thought he was losing his woman, not from the woman’s girlfriend.
He would have Kristin. No matter who got in his way. He closed his eyes, felt her mouth on his. Felt her warm, curvy body fitted against his. Ah, shit, he wanted her. All the fucking time. His hand moved under the covers and grabbed his swollen cock at the base. He stroked it to the sensitive tip, Kristin flooding his mind.
His phone buzzed and he almost ignored it. But a sixth sense told him it was her. With his one unoccupied hand, he grabbed it.
“Missing me are ya?” He said the words through a smile.
“You got me all stirred up tonight with a promise to ditch the schedule, then you left me to dangle.”
He chuckled softly, the melody of her low, sweet voice wrapping around his heart. “What can I do to help you feel better, darlin’?”
“Tell me…tell me what we would have done tonight had our plans not been interrupted.”
Her voice was a bit hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure calling him like this was a good idea. “And spoil the surprise?” He kept his voice soft but eager to let her know it was right.
“How about a taste,” she said, “just to build excitement?”
“I can talk to you ’til I’m blue in the face, but I can’t touch you or taste you.”
“I’ve got the touching covered. You just talk.”
Her words spiraled up his cock like a tongue, and he squeezed the swollen rod filling his hand. Maybe she wasn’t such a novice after all. She was making him sweat. “I could use a little talkin’ myself.”
“Is it hot in your room?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
“It wasn’t before you called.”
She chuckled. “Take off your boxers.”
“Oh, so you’re driving this ride?”
“We’ll take turns. Are they off?”
“They were off before you rang.”
He heard her murmur a low mmmmm. “All that naked skin against the sheets. It’s making me hot just thinking about it.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked, wanting to participate in their game.
“T-shirt and panties.”
“Take them off.”
He heard her moving, shifting, heard the rustle of clothing. “Panties are off. The shirt stays on. I’m in the lounge, and I don’t want to be caught naked playing with myself.”
“Take off the shirt, Kristin.”
“Sean.”
“Kristin. The risk of being caught makes it hotter.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one taking the risk.”
He could hear in her pause that she would relent.
“Shit. Let me put the phone down,” she said, and he heard the material shush in his ear. “Okay. I’m as naked as you, except I don’t have a sheet.”
He kicked the sheet off and laid spread eagle on his bed, his cock rising in the air like a monolith. “The sheet’s gone. We’re the same.”
“Good. I’m touching my breasts, like you did tonight. What are you touching?”
He loved that she jumped right into it, eager to be with him this way. “Mmm. Your breasts are delicious. Too bad you can’t taste them, like I did.”
“It felt so good. I liked when you sucked them, then bit them. I wanted to do the same thing to you, but in a spot quite a bit lower.”
“What did you want to suck? Tell me.”
“I wanted to suck your dick.”
Fuck! His hips rose, stuffing his cock deeper, harder into his fist. He stroked it, imaging her lips on his head, his shaft, taking him full in her mouth. A groan slipped from his mouth before he could stop it.
“It was so hard,” she continued, her voice strained. “I could feel it growing as I sat on your lap.”
He was enjoying the image of his hard cock on her ass as much as she seemed to be.
“I felt your arse wiggling on me. Had the lights not come up when they did, I would have embarrassed myself, walking home in wet boxers.”
She laughed. “My panties were pretty wet, too.”
“Are you wet now?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Close your eyes. Pretend I’m there. Are they closed?”
“Yes.”
“I’m climbing on the bed—”
“Couch.”
He laughed. “Couch. Crawling up toward you, between your legs. Do you see me?”
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bsp; “No. My eyes are closed.”
Chuckling, he tried again. “Your eyes are open in the fantasy.”
“Gotcha.”
“Where was I?” he asked.
“Crawling between my legs.”
“I’m there, between your legs, now. My hands running up your thighs. Your skin is so soft and smooth, I want to touch it all. With my hands, my tongue, my lips. I lower my head to your inner thighs, kiss you. You shiver it feels so good.”
“Yes. Yes, I feel it.”
“I kiss up your leg until I come to the spot where you’re wet and hot for me. I’m there, Kristin. Can you feel my breath on you?”
“Yes. I feel it. Hot. I want your mouth on my pussy. God, Sean, I’m shaking I want you so bad.”
“I open my mouth and slick my tongue between your wet lips and lick all along the opening, tasting you, sucking your juice into my mouth.”
He could hear her panting. “It feels so good. More.”
“My tongue breaks through your silky lips and digs deeper to find the little spot that’ll drive you to your pleasure.”
“Right there. Right on my clit.”
“I go deeper, sliding my tongue into your wet pussy. In. And out. Fucking you.” He was panting, too. He could see her laying back, her legs wide for him, opening herself to his mouth, his tongue. She would taste like heaven to him. His cock was so tight that he had to come soon or risk the skin splitting right off. The jerking motions of his hand got faster when he thought about tasting her juice, tongue-fucking her pussy.
“Then I can’t wait any more, so I pull you on top of me and glide your cock inside my pussy.” Her words rushed out in one long breathy sentence.
The thought of being inside her warm, tight pussy, of thrusting his cock inside her, had him thrusting his cock into his hand, fighting for release. “I’m inside you, loving you. Can you feel it?”
“Yes. Yes. Faster.”
His fist pumped his flesh hard and fast, and he felt his cum rising. His heart was pounding as fast as his hand was pumping, and he couldn’t catch a breath. His tightly closed eyes were focused on that singular image of her on that couch, him between her legs, pumping into her wet pussy, kissing her wet mouth, feeling her bucking beneath him, calling out his name.