He tugged the cups out of the way so that her breasts were propped up like an offering just for him. With her on his lap, her breasts were at the perfect height. He took one nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking deep to draw it in and flick his tongue across the tip until it grew puckered and hard in his mouth. Megan's hands gripped his hair, holding him in place while she threw her head back and moaned. He pulled back, sucking on her nipple until it released with a pop, then turned his attention to the other one.
He went back and forth between her breasts for a while. He could almost stay there forever. When she was grinding her hips on him, letting out the sexiest sighs and moans he'd ever heard, he shifted, turning so he could lay her down on the bed. With one last kiss on each nipple, he drew his tongue down her torso in a line to the top of her jeans. He looked her in the eye while he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, tugging them down along with her panties. She lifted her hips to help him, and he stood up to strip them all the way off and toss them away like her shirt.
Concern flashed on Megan's face. “Chris, I—”
“Shh.” He ran his hands over her skin and leaned down for a kiss. “I know. I promise to make you feel good.” With a nod, she kissed him again. He broke away to look down at her spread out on the bed for him, her breasts still offered up by her bra, her skin smooth and soft. He ran his hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. Then he stroked down over her hips, on the outside of her legs, down to her knees, and slid back up between her thighs. He settled himself there, his hands spreading her legs to make room for his shoulders.
He'd been in such a hurry to get inside her last night that he hadn't taken his time to enjoy the feel of her skin like he was now. He trailed kisses up the inside of her right thigh, stopping at the crease where leg joined torso, and repeated the action on the other side.
When he stopped again, just letting his breath fan over her spread pussy, she squirmed and whimpered. “Chris …” his name a plea on her lips.
He smiled widely, even though she couldn't see it. He was driving her as crazy as she drove him. If the wetness gathering at the opening of her shiny pink lips wasn’t proof enough, her other reactions were. He reached out with his tongue and licked firmly from bottom to top, pausing before he did it again, increasing the pace, then circling around her inner labia and clit with his pointed tongue. He alternated those until she squirmed against his mouth, pleading for more. Sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, he stopped teasing her and gave her what she was begging for. She came seconds later, bucking and shuddering with her release.
Chris crawled up her body, kissed her deeply and settled next to her, pulling her against him. Megan lay still in his arms for a moment before her hand glided down the front of his shirt and up under the hem to run her hand over his bare chest. She caressed his flat stomach, then up to play with each of his nipples until he shivered under her touch.
When she sat up, his skin pebbled with the sudden removal of her warmth. She reached behind her with both hands, momentarily pressing her breasts forward, then her bra was off, her breasts still perky without it, but hanging more naturally now that they weren't squished together and up by the out-of-place cups.
Throwing one leg over him, she straddled him again, settling herself over his straining cock still imprisoned in his shorts. She reached for his shirt again and pushed it up his torso. “My turn.”
* * *
Megan pushed Chris's shirt up and out of the way, leaning forward to trace one nipple with her tongue like he'd done to her the night before, enjoying the way he shivered and squirmed beneath her.
“Fuck, Megan. You're killing me.”
She sat up again with a self-satisfied smile and pulled on his shirt some more to indicate she wanted it off. Sitting up, he yanked it over his head before settling back against the pillow. She leaned down again, this time kissing him on the mouth, sliding her tongue inside, tasting the tang of her own juices there. But as much as she liked kissing him, that wasn’t what she wanted.
Breaking the kiss, she ran her hands down his chest, over his abs, until she got to the button of his shorts. With a flick of her fingers, she undid it and looked him in the eye while she scooted back just enough to undo his zipper. She reached in the opening she'd created and tugged his boxers out of the way so she could wrap her fingers around his cock.
With a groan, Chris closed his eyes, and his cock twitched in her palm. Reluctantly, she let him go and climbed off him, wanting to get rid of his shorts before this went further. She was naked, after all, he should be too.
Chris's eyes flew open when she climbed off him, looking like he might protest, but he relaxed when she tugged down his shorts and boxers, lifting his hips to help get them off. With him spread in front of her, she took her time admiring him in the light filtering through her curtains.
She'd seen him shirtless around the house, but it was different now that she got to touch him, and she planned to take her time looking and touching to her heart's content. His upper body was tan all over, though his arms, muscular and defined, were slightly darker than his chest. It was obvious that he’d spent a lot of time shirtless over the summer. There was a clear delineation between his torso and the skin below his waistband. The golden brown stopped short and became a paler version over his hips. His cock stood out, long and thick and firm, nestled in a thicket of darker hair. His muscular thighs were the same pale shade as his hips, the rest of his legs darkening to the same golden tan as his chest at knee level.
Mmm. Football players were hot.
He watched her intently as she ran her hands up his legs, starting at his ankles. She massaged his thighs with her fingers, digging into the firm muscle as she settled herself on the bed between them. Running her hands up over his hips, she bypassed his cock, causing him to suck in a breath when she acted like she was going to touch it again, but circled around to caress his lower stomach and run her hands over the happy trail that ran from navel to groin. She gave him a wicked smile, and he let out a pained groan.
“Touch me. Please.” His voice was hoarse, his muscles tense from holding himself still while she explored his body.
She smiled her wicked smile again. “I am touching you.” She tweaked a nipple to emphasize her point.
He growled and bucked his hips, trying to make contact with any part of her he could. “That's not what I fucking meant.”
Megan's smile grew wider, but she ran her hands back down his torso and framed his cock between her thumbs and index fingers for just a moment before she slid one hand down to his balls while the other circled his cock. She pumped him slowly, and he groaned, thrusting against her hand. After stroking him with her hand a few times, she leaned down and swirled her tongue around the crown. A fine shudder ran the length of his body, his balls tightening up in her other hand. She smiled and held him steady, licking from the base to the head before she swirled her tongue around again. Enjoying his reactions, she did it a few more times, keeping just far enough away that he couldn't thrust into her mouth when she reached the crown each time. And he tried.
She waited to take him all the way in her mouth, teasing him like he'd teased her. When he’d been reduced to little more than incoherent moans and whimpers, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock one last time before closing her lips over it. Sucking and running her tongue around the underside, he arched up hard, but she was expecting it at this point, and took him farther into her mouth. She kept ahold of him, now working her hand in tandem with her mouth. He was getting close. It was obvious from the way his thighs trembled and the way his balls had pulled tight against his body. All the muscles in his body were tense, his hands clutching her comforter in his fists.
He groaned again. “I’m gonna—” She held still, allowing him to thrust into her mouth, sucking hard until she felt him erupt. He lay shuddering on the bed, and she smiled as well as she could with him still in her mouth. She loved being
able to reduce a man to this, especially one as built and sexy as this one. After he finished, she released him, sitting up to survey her handiwork.
His hands caught her under the armpits, and he pulled her up to lay full length on his body, kissing her again. He broke away and settled her against him, both of them barely fitting on her small bed.
“Holy shit.” His voice was still husky and strained. Megan's lips curved in a smug smile. He dropped a kiss on her head. “If your bed were bigger, I'd take a nap. Instead, we'll lie here until we're uncomfortable or one of us falls off, and then we'll go to lunch.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Chris held the restaurant door open for Megan. Since it was already after two on a Sunday, the usual lunch crowd had cleared, so they got a table right away. He'd opted for Fire, the fancy pizza place. He didn't know what was expected for a date on a Sunday afternoon. Megan had on jeans and he wore shorts, so a really upscale place didn't seem like a good choice. He'd been here a couple of times, and the food was good.
Once they’d ordered their pizza and the waitress had gone, Chris fidgeted a little, tapping his fingers on the table.
Megan studied him over the top of her glass. “Nervous?”
He stopped his hands through sheer force of will. “Nope. Why?” He managed to keep his voice casual. Good.
A grin spread across Megan's face. “You're bouncing your leg like crazy.”
Shit. He stopped that too. “I don't know what you're talking about.” That casual tone he'd managed before? Nope, gone now. He was such a bad liar sometimes. Megan just laughed at him, and he smiled. “Fine. I don't take girls out very often.”
“How often is not very often?” Megan's tone was dry, and her lips twitched with suppressed laughter. He appreciated that she was trying not to laugh in his face, even though part of him was kind of annoyed that she found it so amusing that he was flustered. He didn't get flustered with girls, dammit. But he didn't date girls either.
He screwed up his face like he was deep in thought. “Hmm. About never.”
Megan lost her fight with her laughter and let it out. She didn't hold back when she laughed—no simpering giggles like so many girls used when they flirted with him.
Her laughter died down, and she studied him again, the humor now gone from her face. “So, this is a date.”
He nodded and took a drink of his soda, wondering where she was going with this. Hadn't they established this morning that this was a date?
“Does that mean we're dating?”
He shifted his shoulders, uncomfortable with where this was going. He didn’t know the first thing about actually dating a girl. “What would that mean, exactly?”
“Don't worry, you don't have to take me out to eat all the time or anything.” She flashed him a big grin, and he smiled back, helpless to do anything else. Her face turned serious again. “But no fucking anyone else while we're together. If you want to end it, have the balls to end it with me before you hook up with another chick.”
Before he could respond, the waitress showed up with their food. What impeccable timing. He waited for her to leave before answering Megan with a nod. “Sounds fair. And it goes both ways.”
“Of course.” She maintained eye contact, her brown eyes holding his like she was trying to see inside him without giving anything away. Finally she flashed her smile again and got a slice of pizza.
Their conversation relaxed after that. She seemed satisfied with his answers about their relationship, such as it was.
Relationship.
The word sat heavily in his gut, thunking down like an iron plate. He mulled it over, trying to decide if it felt right.
But … shit. He couldn't come up with a better word than relationship. In any case, he was happy she didn’t push for more than he was able to give. Exclusivity didn't seem like too big of a deal.
Especially since he hadn't wanted anyone else since he'd met her.
* * *
Chris ran into Megan's back when she stopped in the open door of their house. He dropped his hands to her hips to steady both of them and looked over her head to see Matt sitting on the couch, a Playstation controller in his hand. Matt’s eyes flicked to them and back to the screen before he paused the game and tossed the controller on the coffee table in front of him. Grabbing an open beer from the table, he sat back, taking a pull and letting his eyes wander over them, pausing on Chris's hands on Megan's hips.
Matt was a master at keeping his thoughts to himself, so his face didn't give anything away. He gestured to them with the beer bottle as he swallowed. “So you two are a thing now?”
Megan tilted her head back to look at Chris, her eyes large and uncertain, and he dropped a kiss on her mouth before nudging her the rest of the way inside. Chris closed the door behind them and let his hands drop away from Megan. “Yup.”
He went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer for himself, poking his head back out to hold one up to Megan, wordlessly asking if she wanted one too. Arms crossed, she stood where he’d left her, looking from him to Matt and back again. She shook her head in answer, and he popped the top off his beer and came back in the living room.
Sitting on the couch, he pulled Megan down into his lap. She sat stiffly, but he wouldn't let her push away from him. This was how things were going to be. No sense wasting time being awkward about it. Matt watched them, his face impassive.
Chris pointed with the neck of his bottle at the game frozen on the TV. “Wanna play me or finish your game against the computer?”
Matt shrugged and set his beer back down. “Sure, we can play. It's been awhile, you sure you're still any good?”
With a grin, Chris shifted Megan next to him so he could get the other controller, shoving Matt's shoulder while he exited the game and got a new one started. “Don't worry. I can still take you.”
Matt looked across him to where Megan now sat curled in the corner of the couch. “Don't worry. You can play next game.”
She just nodded, still looking like she wasn't quite sure what to make of everything. Chris sat back and kissed her again. She responded slowly, like she was shocked he'd kiss her so casually in front of Matt. Pulling back, he grinned at her. “Relax. It's all good,” he whispered next to her ear. A trail of goosebumps raised on her neck, and he couldn't suppress his smug smile at how he affected her. But she relaxed and settled into her usual position on the couch, with her legs curled under her. After a while she ended up with her feet in his lap, leaning against the arm of the couch, watching him and Matt blow things up on their video game.
Chris smiled to himself, feeling like he could relax in his house for the first time since Megan moved in. Things were going better than he could've ever expected. Hopefully it would last for longer than the weekend.
* * *
Megan woke up the next morning to a warm body pressing her into the bed and light kisses on her mouth. Cracking her eyelids open, she saw Chris's face hovering above hers in the dim light.
He pressed one more kiss to her lips. “Sorry, I didn't want to wake you, but I don't know what time you usually get up. I have to get to the gym before breakfast and classes and didn't want you to oversleep.”
Stretching, she adjusted underneath him so he settled more firmly between her legs. She arched into him and confirmed the erection she thought she'd felt through the fabric of his boxers. They'd slept in their underwear since she still hadn't felt up for actual sex. Chris hadn't pushed it, but he had insisted that she sleep in his room.
He let out a little groan when she rubbed against him again. A satisfied smile crept onto her face at the sound. He ground his pelvis into hers once before he shook his head. “I’d love to, but there's not enough time. I'll take a raincheck.”
She poked out her lower lip in a mock pout, making him chuckle. “What time is it?” Her voice was still raspy with sleep. They'd stayed up late talking, and she was still really tired.
“About six forty-five. I have to be at the gym by
seven thirty.”
With a groan, she closed her eyes again, throwing an arm over her face. Rolling over and pulling the blankets over her head wasn't an option since Chris was still on top of her. “It's so early. My first class isn't until ten.” She batted at his chest. “Let me go back to sleep.”
He chuckled again and kissed her once more before he got up. “Do you need me to set an alarm for you?”
“No.” Her voice was muffled since she'd rolled face down into the pillow. “I have one set on my phone.”
His lips brushed her bare shoulder, and she raised her head to look at him. He smiled. “See you tonight.”
“Bye.”
* * *
The three of them fell into an easy routine now that Chris didn’t feel the need to avoid everyone. He was relieved to get to do what he wanted, touch Megan, kiss her, sleep with her in his bed.
Matt hadn’t made too much of a fuss about it, either, which was good. He’d pulled him aside that first evening and said, "Don't fuck this up, dude. She's like my little sister, and I don't want to see her get hurt." Chris had nodded and Matt had dropped the subject after that. The watchful look that he'd worn whenever Chris and Megan had been in the same room at the start of the semester disappeared, and things went back to normal between them.
Out of respect for his friend, Chris kept the groping to a minimum when Matt was around. But he did sometimes slide his hand up Megan’s shirt or feel up her ass when Matt wasn’t paying attention. It made her jump and glare at him, which always cracked him up. He liked getting her riled up. And the more riled up she got out of the bedroom, the more fun they had in the bedroom.
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