I clicked my glass against his. “AndCaptain America.”
His cheeks blushed. “I forgot I was wearing tights. Sort of ruins the manly illusion.”
I scanned my gaze down his body. He was all manly muscle. “Looks manly to me.”
“Come on, let’s find somewhere we can breathe and hear each other talk.” He grabbed the gin bottle and led me out the front door, where a swing sat on the porch.
We sat and drank and talked. I learned he was studying business at USC. I told him I also studied business but went to his rival college, UCLA. We talked about our brothers, both of whom we were close to. He also had a younger sister who was still in high school.
We both were seniors and were focused on studies this year. He said he’d recently broken up with his girlfriend of a year, and this year, he wanted to have a good time.
In my mind, that meant he wanted to play the field. I was okay with that. I didn’t want a relationship either.
On and on, we talked about anything and everything until he leaned closer to me.
“Can I kiss you?”
Yes, please. “Why?”
He gave me his sexy smile as his gaze drifted to my lips. “Because I want to. Don’t you want to?”
“Maybe. What about your goal to sow your oats?”
“You said you weren’t looking for a relationship either.”
I reached up and grabbed the Lycra of his Captain America top and pulled him closer. “Okay.”
Our lips met. The sizzle of electricity radiated through me. His lips were soft, sweet, and very thorough.
He tugged me closer. “How do you feel about hookups?”
“Are you saying you want to hook up with me?”
“More than I want my next breath.”
His words filled me with a gooey warmth. What woman didn’t want to be wanted like that? “On this swing?”
“I’ll call for a ride and we can go to my place. I don’t have a roommate anymore, remember?”
I wasn’t a virgin, but neither was I a hookup kind of girl. And yet, if I wasn’t going to have a relationship, a hookup would be the only way to get my womanly needs met, at least by a person instead of a vibrator.
“Okay.”
We left the glasses and gin on the porch as he called for a car. We kissed all the way to his condo. By the time the front door shut, I was so hot and needy I was afraid I might spontaneously combust.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me to his bedroom. Costumes flew off. He pushed me onto the bed while he opened the drawer of his bedside table to get a condom.
Then he looked at me, his gaze roaming over my body. “Why, Alice, you are a wonderland.”
“Come explore.” I reached up for him. He did exactly that. His hands were everywhere. Followed by his lips. I was a writhing, weeping mess when he finally filled me.
“Fuck... so good.”
I had to agree. I tingled as his cock touched every millimeter of my inner walls. The friction was sublime. Sam’s former girlfriend was an idiot to let this guy go.
He moved in and out, each time picking up the pace. He pushed me up and up until I dangled on the edge.
“Sam... oh, God... now.”