He gestured toward the table, where the remains of my course material were still scattered. “Well, obviously. You study nonstop to pass a class on—I don’t know, wizardry? I have no idea what all those symbols and diagrams mean.”
“Advanced organic chemistry,” I said. God, I really wanted to snuggle closer under that arm, for him to really wrap it around my shoulders and pull me against his solid chest. “I’m getting ready for medical school entrance exams.”
As though he read my mind, that arm did slide from the top of the couch to my shoulders, curling around me to pull me in tight to his side. I went willingly, placing a flattened hand against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and his tempting muscles.
“I love that,” he murmured. “You’re smart and gorgeous, and I can practically see the gears whirring in your brain when you look at me. It’s incredibly attractive.”
“I—really?” Nobody had ever phrased it quite like that before. My fingers curled in the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “Well…I really like the way you swing a sledgehammer.”
He chuckled, and the hand on my shoulder slowly cupped the back of my neck, drawing me inexorably closer. “I know. I felt you spying on me earlier today.”
Felt me? But before I could ask him to explain, his full lips met mine and—oh, fuck, Andy Pallas was kissing me and more than that, I was kissing him back, shifting against the broad expanse of his chest as something long-neglected flared back to life inside my body.
It was lust, thick and sweet and golden as it pumped through my veins. And Andy felt it too, if the smooth slide of his palm against my back and down to my jeans-covered ass were any indication. It had been months, maybe more than a year for me, and the heat and desire that Andy sparked inside me—I just wanted to fall in, to let it close over my head and consume me.
His firm hands circled my waist and hauled me into his lap, and I flung a leg over his lean hips to straddle him as our kiss went on and on, tongues tangling together while I breathed in his woodsy scent and savored the feel of his hard body against mine. When I ground myself against the solid length of his erection straining against the front of his jeans, he broke the kiss with a tortured groan.
“Not sure I told you this,” he said as he dragged his lips down the side of my neck and ran his teeth along the sensitive flesh, “but I think you’re very sexy, Josie Walsh.”
“Ditto,” I breathed just as he closed his lips on my skin and sucked hard while he cupped a breast with a broad palm and squeezed. I moaned at the sudden rush of moisture between my legs, and the overwhelming need welling up inside me.
“Tell me you want me as much as I want you,” he said, clearly seeking my permission to take this hot make-out session to its logical conclusion.
“I do,” I whispered. “So much.”
His hands slid to my ass, kneading and squeezing me, pressing me against the promise of his hard cock. Then, in one smooth movement, he lifted both of us off the couch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and twined my legs around his waist and held on tight, hissing as every jouncing step pressed the thick bar of his cock between my legs.
Effortlessly, Andy carried me up the stairs and down a short hallway to the master bedroom, and by the time he deposited me on a navy-blue bedspread, I was drenched and panting, my skin so sensitive that even the slight brush of Andy’s fingers against my arm was like a tongue of flame.
I sat frozen as Andy took a step back and peeled his shirt over his head. He was beautiful under his clothes, chiseled like a statue. But instead of the cold perfection of marble, there were dips and hills of golden skin, softened with crisp, dark hair on his chest, perhaps a dozen or so tattoos on his arms and torso, and innumerable tiny, fine scars.
All of it evidence of an active life, full of hard work and creativity.
Too much—my own clothes were too much—and I needed them off so I could try and cool the fire that raged inside me. I tugged my t-shirt over my head, removed my bra, and peeled my jeans over my hips just as Andy finished shucking his own. His cock bobbed in the dim light, hard and thick. And long—longer than any I’d seen before.
“You’re really big,” I said, swallowing hard as I looked up at his face. “It’s a compliment, I promise.”
He gave me a sexy smirk. “Good,” he said as he propped a knee on the mattress and started his slow, seductive crawl toward me. “But it’s not the tools you’ve got, it’s how you use them.”
I laughed at the dumb joke—a laugh that broke into a gasp of pleasure as he closed his lips over a hard nipple while his fingers found the other, plumping and pinching the sensitive peak. The sensations traveled through my body like bolts of lightning, a direct line to my aching pussy. I twined my legs around him and ground helplessly against his firm body, but he just hummed his approval and switched sides, tormenting my other nipple with his lips and teeth and tongue until I was writhing underneath him.
When he finally raised his head, his dark gaze was slumberous and erotic.
“Let’s see what’s in here,” he murmured huskily as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties.
I raised my hips as he slid the plain cotton briefs over the curve of my ass and down my thighs. He chucked them over his shoulder and shoved my legs wide. I gasped as the cool air hit my damp pussy and felt myself cream even more. Maybe it was his rapt gaze between my legs, or maybe it was the way he physically dominated me, but I was dying for him to touch me, to haul me into whatever position he liked to utterly consume me.
“So pretty.” He trailed a finger up my wet seam and lifted the gleaming digit to his mouth, his hungry eyes on mine as he sucked off the taste of me. “And so sweet. You’re fucking delicious.”
He ran his finger through my pussy lips again, sliding gently across my throbbing clit and down to my entrance. I sighed at the feel of his rough fingertips against me—a sigh that ended in a squeak of surprise as he leaned down and swirled his tongue around the little bundle of nerves.
My fingertips closed around my tender nipples and I rolled the already-sensitive buds between my fingers as Andy licked my pussy with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue, pausing sometimes to suck my clit between his teeth or slide his tongue into my softly clenching core, fucking me with it like a soft, flexible cock. I loved it, loved the way his big hands massaged my thighs and held them wide apart while he ate at me like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.
Every dragging lick, every flutter of his tongue and sucking kiss to my clit pulled me tighter and tighter, until I arched against him and groaned, body rigid as I chased my climax. When I glanced down between my legs, I saw Andy thrust his hips hard at the mattress beneath us. He caught my clit between his teeth and fluttered his tongue hard against it, and just like that, with the line pulled taut inside me and the sight of Andy shamelessly grinding his cock into the soft mattress, I shattered into pieces—and the only thing I could think about was Andy, his body surrounding me, dominating me. Owning me.
He surged up my still trembling body and snared my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss, my release still coating his lips as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and shared the flavor of my pleasure. His hard dick speared through my pussy lips, bumping against my still-sparking clit as we rolled together, until he lay flat on his back while I straddled his hips, wriggling shamelessly against his hot dick for…more. More.
With our lips still fused together, he reached for a bedside drawer and fished out a single condom, breaking the kiss just long enough to rip the foil open and roll the slick latex down over his pulsing length. I raised myself up far enough for him to position his fat tip against my entrance. My eyes met his, that dark and warm stare, as I slowly lowered myself down, all the way down that endless length, until my clit kissed his trimmed thatch of pubic hair and all rational thought fled from my mind.