Page 71 of Loathe at First Sight

Without warning, he grabs me, lifting me into a fireman’s carry and practically runs the rest of the way up the stairs. He walks through the unlocked door of his home, and I’m a little surprised. I thought it would be nothing more than a little studio space where a college kid could live.

But it’s a full apartment that’s decorated with some pretty nice stuff.

Well, at least what I can see looks nice because he wastes no time in getting me to the bedroom.

Setting me down on his king-sized bed, he climbs on top of me so that we can pick up where we left off. We kiss as though we need each other to breathe.

I grind against him, trying to signal that I need more.

Breaking the kiss again, he looks me up and down. “Why don’t we get these wet clothes off of you?”

I nod while staring into his green eyes.

He starts by unzipping my jacket. He grabs the zipper and pulls it down, his eyes never leaving mine. I shimmy out of it, leaving nothing but my tank top underneath. I wasn’t expecting any of this, so it’s not like I’m dressed up for the occasion.

I glance down at my flat chest. I’ve always had small boobs, which I’m okay with. They’re still boobs. Speaking of which, Jack grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head. The wet material dragging against my large nipples makes them even harder.

Jack doesn’t seem to mind the size either because immediately his head dips down so that he can take each one into his mouth. As his tongue flicks against the tip of each peak, I let out a loud moan. With each lick, my clit pulses, begging to be touched.

While still giving my tits some attention, he uses one hand to undo the button and zipper on my jeans before I reach down to start pulling them off. It’s not so easy with the wet denim, though.

When Jack sees me struggling, he leans back on his knees to help me drag them the rest of the way. When they’re off, all I’m left with is my thong.

I’ve never had a problem with my body. I know that I am a bit flat and don’t have a lot of curves, but I pride myself on being in good shape. It’s been a long time since anyone has made me feel sexy, though.

But the way Jack is looking at me right now makes me feel like a fucking goddess.

He hooks his thumbs in the strings of the thong and asks, “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you in one of these cute little thongs since I saw one fall out of your bag?”

I smile. “How does the real thing compare to what you were imagining?”

As he pulls it down, he kisses the inside of my thigh. “It’s so much better.”

I let out an involuntary shiver as the hair from his beard tickles the sensitive skin.

Speaking of hair, I suddenly become very aware of the fact that I haven’t exactly groomed myself in a while. Okay, that’s not entirely true. I do basic maintenance, but I haven’t had a wax in lord only knows how long.

I haven’t needed to—not to mention it was an unnecessary expense.

Oh well. It’s just a little bit of hair.

And the way Jack is looking at me right now tells me that he doesn’t even notice—or he just doesn’t care.

He strings a line of kisses up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot. Every single touch has my skin tingling with electricity.

Jack pushes my legs apart, to give himself easier access. He uses a single finger to swipe through my wetness. I wage a tug-of-war with myself as to whether I want to close my eyes and try to enjoy the moment, or whether I want to look down at him to see exactly what he’s doing.

I opt for the view.

His green eyes look up to find mine. “As much as I want to taste this pretty pussy, right now, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

I never dreamed that the town nice guy would have such a dirty mouth, but I’m loving it.

And I agree with him. Right now, I need him to fuck me. Everything else can wait.

Wanting to reassure him that this is what I want, I moan, “Fuck me, Jack.”

He lets out what can only be described as a primal growl as he stands up to take off his shirt. Right now, I don’t mind the flannel because I’m about to get an up-close view of what’s underneath. The flannel comes off followed by a t-shirt he wore underneath.

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