Meanwhile, I’m sure I’ll wake up with hickeys on my breasts in the morning. I can’t show up at my house like that. I can’t let my sisters, let alone the entire campus, see me looking like that.
Sure enough, I feel his hot mouth lock onto the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I push him away gently. “What is it, Kitten?”
I make a muffled noise, and he extracts his fingers from my mouth, a delicate string of my saliva trailing after them. I am momentarily embarrassed, but Crosby’s expression only grows more heated, if that’s possible. I gasp, “No hickeys on my neck, please.”
He smiles. “But how will I let them know you’re mine?”
“Everyone already knows we’ve been together. I mean, that we’re spending the weekend together. I—”
I’m stopped short when he pushes my stroking hand away and wipes his soaked fingers all over his dick.
“There you go. Continue.” He whispers his order with a soft kiss on my lips. I grab on to his slick cock and pump, noticing the urgency at which he presses back into my grip. His lips on mine are soft and sweet, like his mouth is asking forgiveness for the behavior of his fingers that were just nearly choking me. He then kisses away the tears that leaked out onto my cheeks.
I mean, I wasn’t crying. It was a gag reflex. But it’s sweet all the same.
I rather enjoy the fact that we’re kissing again. I missed his lips against mine. I missed the way he kisses me. Alternating between soft and sweet and demanding, like wave after unpredictable wave on the shore licking one’s legs. Soon, he will pull me under, and I won’t know which way is up. Every touch, kiss, and groan in response to my touch, sinks me deeper into need. Not just a need to get off in the moment. All of him is intensely addicting. He’s getting me addicted to him.
“Oh my god, I’m coming, Crosby!” My release rolls over me like a truck, and I’m spent. How…how did he do that without even touching my pussy? It wasn’t even breast attention. It was…my heart.
Ah, shit.
He’s making it extremely difficult to not want more of the physical stuff once this weekend is over.
Too bad for him; I can get over the physical stuff.
Yes, even now, as my body is thrumming with anticipation, as my hand jerks him ever closer to orgasm, I could turn it off if I need to.
I’ve ended other relationships and never once thought about the physical enjoyment again. That’s something I can easily do with Crosby, too. He might melt my face off with how hot he is, but there’s nothing compared to a deep emotional connection.
I’ve not had that with anyone before. And I doubt he’s going to make me feel anything like that.
NINE
Crosby
My Leela is tryingto hide from me. Even as I’m looking straight into her beautiful gray eyes, I feel that she’s still keeping her distance, mentally. Emotionally.
Fair enough. It takes time and patience. I already know everything about her, and she knows so little about me. Of course, she’d be guarded. Of course, she’d hold back.
I’m at her mercy as she strokes and caresses me to completion. I try to control the impulse to grind back into her hand, to guide her pressure and speed. But she’s stoked such need in me, such bald-faced addiction, thirst, hunger. I’m incomplete without her, and I can’t stand it.
Our tongues tangle, and our mouths devour. She’s going to consume my soul.
I know what she’s capable of. I know she can destroy me with one look.
I also know she thinks I’m a brute.
The truth is, this woman has shaken my confidence in this plan. She’s so much more than the woman I stalked and studied for weeks. She’s not just more beautiful than what the pictures had ever captured. Leela is even more brilliant, cunning, and powerful than I was prepared for.
Even though I’ve got what I thought I wanted—a physical connection to round out this emotional obsession—it’s not enough. She’s already dominating every aspect of my mental and physical landscape.
I don’t know if I can even love her the way she needs to be loved and deserves to be loved.
I wanted her to see me, to want me.
All I had before was an overwhelming need to fuck her and make her clamor after me, to own a fucking sorority woman.
But this is all too much. I know too much. I feel too much.