Garrett doesn’t want to let her go, but Autumn pulls away and looks at me through her eyelashes, her head bowed slightly in hesitation. I don’t want to be aggressive with her, but I also don’t want to leave her hanging, so I take her arm and walk her over to stand between my legs as I lean against the counter.
She still doesn’t quite meet my eyes, and her shyness stirs something in me, bringing out a protective instinct, making me want to make everything okay for her.
“You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, right?” I ask her.
She nods and finally looks fully at me, her brown eyes soft and trusting. “I want to kiss you,” she says, and my chest swells like I’ve earned some kind of award.
She leans forward to bring her mouth to mine, and her soft curves press against the length of my body, stirring my cock. A faint scent of sweetness rises from her, making me wonder what her skin would taste like.
Her lips have the flavor of warm citrus, and her hesitation somehow only makes her even more appealing when she tentatively brushes her lips against mine. She’s the one who’s kissing me, but I don’t let her have the lead for long.
Leaning in to bring us closer, I cup her face in my hands and tilt her head so that I can deepen the kiss. She moans lightly when my tongue slides against hers, and that sound is enough for me to know that I’m all in for whatever’s going to happen tonight.
15
Trevor
“So what do you think?” I ask Autumn when she steps back from Adrian.
“About what?”
“Was I the best?” I tease. “How do you rank us?”
“I’m not going to rank you, you idiot.” She busies herself getting glasses down from a shelf. I completely forgot that we came in here to get drinks.
“If you don’t want to name your favorite, then we can just let your body decide. Let’s see which of us can make you come first.”
Hands in mid-motion still holding a glass, she freezes — all except her head, which snaps toward me, eyes wide.
“It’s a competition you could win three times over if we’re all successful,” I say. “Why don’t you let us show you how good we can make you feel.”
She stares for another beat, before she says, “You think you can make me come three times?”
I run a finger lightly over the bare skin of her arm. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Her eyes flutter closed and she takes a deep breath before looking at me again. “I don’t think I’m ready to … go all the way.”
“I’m not suggesting that,” I say. “There’s a lot of fun we can have even if we —” I gesture to Adrian, Garrett and myself, “don’t even take our clothes off.”
“What if I want you to take your clothes off?” she asks.
This girl … she’s something else.
“That can be arranged. Adrian and I are professionals, after all.”
Autumn giggles, and I can hear some of her nervousness dissolve in the laughter.
Garrett comes over to get one of the glasses and pours his own drink.
“Sorry,” Autumn says. “I keep getting distracted.” She says the last bit with an accusatory tone aimed at me.
“No problem. What are you having? I’ll make it,” Garrett says.
“Actually, let’s just take the bottles up to my room,” she says. “I’ll get some ice.”
The other guys and I grab bottles of vodka, rum, water, and Coke, while Autumn carries a container filled with ice. We follow her up the stairs to a surprisingly spacious room decorated in muted blues and greens. The bed is neatly made, and unlike my room, there are no piles of clothes to be seen. A guitar case sits in the corner, not far from a rolled-up yoga mat and a narrow shelving unit that’s filled with potted plants. There’s a light scent in the room, mildly floral but not overpowering.
“We can put all this stuff here,” Autumn says, moving a couple of items to clear space on her dresser. “Sorry I don’t have much seating, but I don’t want to hang out downstairs. My roommates could come home anytime.”