My attention dips to her ass and I wet my lips.
Sorry, bro. Team captain status and my birthday trumps the new kid in line for pussy.
I grab her hips and spin her. The shocked squeak from her barely registers before I crush my lips to her mouth. My arms surround her, fingers buried in the silky hair at the nape of her neck.
Her ass is divine. It fits perfectly in my hand.
She squirms and my arms tighten. Every time we fuck, we play hard to get as foreplay. It sets my blood on fire and my dick hardens in my jeans.
Wolf whistles chorus around us.
As I kiss her, I’m overcome by the urge to toss her over my shoulder and cart her to my bedroom. She smells incredible and I’m eating up the soft sounds that escape her.
God, my
dick has woken the hell up. The apathy clinging to me has fled. I’ve regained a little of my old self. It makes me grin against her plush lips.
She’s got me raring to go from one kiss.
I am going to fuck her so good she won’t walk right at school on Monday.
All night long, my dick hasn’t shown any interest in a girl. It’s good to be back on top as I kiss the hell out of the fiery little minx in my arms.
Three
Gemma
There’s nowhere to go.
My body is trapped against his.
He has one big hand planted on my ass, squeezing it, and the other clamped around the back of my neck to keep me in place as he claims my mouth.
The kiss is ravenous.
My brain can’t follow a straight path because the way his tongue pushes past my lips makes my toes curl.
When our tongues touch, his low growl vibrates through my body and triggers a piercing pulse of heat.
After what I’ve been through, I’m shocked by the answering excitement singing in my veins.
This is the opposite of what I pictured for my first kiss. The sweet, soft press of lips I imagined has burst into flames, scorched away by the reality of this wicked, possessive onslaught of heat.
As the caveman bastard’s hand glides over my ass and digs down the waistband of my jeans, my brain finally catches up. I inhale sharply and bite the asshole’s lip—hard.
It has the desired effect. He jolts back with a grunt, releasing me to press his fingers to his lip.
I hope it fucking aches.
“Is that what you do around here?” I spit, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Just go around kissing every girl like you own them?”
Surprise crosses his face for a second before he blinks it away.
Now that he’s not assaulting me with his uninvited kiss, I get a good look at him.
Oh shit.
The burglar of my first kiss is that damned football captain, Lucas Saint. I still haven’t figured out how the gymnasium door opens without sticking, but I have learned that this guy is the king around here. The whole school worships him.