Page 125 of Study Buddies

It felt really, really big.

“I want to hear you come,” he said roughly. “For real, not fake.” His hand moved to my thigh, sliding between our bodies. It was right where it had been at the end of movie night—before we’d been interrupted.

“Let me make you scream.”

God, it was tempting. But we were in a parking lot.

Kyle pulled back, his eyes on my face, and he seemed to know my concern. “There’s no one around. And no cameras, either. I checked when you still had the blindfold on. Let me touch you, Tori. Those sexy fucking noises you made before can be real.”

I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But damn, I wanted to.

Kyle crushing my breast against my chest, cupping it, flicking his thumb across the nipple. “Say yes, Victoria.”

“Yes,” I breathed softly, and his eyes glittered, his smile triumphant.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He cupped the back of my head and pulled my mouth against his. At the same time, his hand slid between my thighs. This time he didn’t stop.

His fingertips brushed over the thin fabric of my panties, and I moaned in anticipation. In half a second he had the flimsy material pushed aside and was stroking a long finger up and down my folds, which were very ready for him. It would have been embarrassing how easy his finger slid through the moisture there, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his mouth claiming mine and his hand between my legs.

Then he placed what felt like two fingers at my entrance and moved them in agonizingly slow circle. “Hold on to me,” he growled. I put my hands on his shoulders and as he pushed his fingers into me, I cried out.

He pushed deeper, and I felt a jolt of raw heat rush through my body. The rhythm of his hand became the only thing I could focus on—his fingers sliding in and out, his thumb teasing my clit. My breath hitched with every stroke, my grip on his shoulders growing almost desperate. His skillful fingers were driving me wild and filling my body with mounting tension.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I tried to prepare myself. I clung to his neck tighter, trying to steady myself. Each time his fingers curled, I felt something coil tighter inside me, too. I couldn’t even form proper words—just ragged little gasps and whimpers as he switched to direct strokes across my clit.

My back arched and my vision blurred as the pressure inside me boiled over. A wave of sheer bliss crashed over me so hard I almost couldn’t catch my breath. I cried out, my body shaking, every nerve lit up like fireworks behind my eyes.

I collapsed against him, clinging to his neck as I tried to catch my breath. That’s when I realized his body shaking. I pulled back and my gaze traveled down his perfect form—stopping when Isaw the rough way he stroked his impossibly big, impossibly hard cock.

I gasped, staring at it. He was easily twice as big as the man who had taken my virginity. And he was pumping it so hard. My heart rate, which had been slowing, went into overdrive again.

Kyle met my eyes, and there was strain on his face, and for some reason, it was so hot. I’d never seen a man do this—and had never known I’d like watching it.

“Harder,” I whispered.

He raised an eyebrow but complied, and the sight made me want to clench my thighs together—except his body was between my knees, making it impossible.

Mesmerized, I stared at the way he manhandled his cock—it was so damn hot. Suddenly, I wanted him to have as much pleasure as he’d just given me—and I wanted to help him do that. I bit my lip, trying to think of what I could do when he was obviously so close. And then I got an idea.

My hands flew to the neckline of my dress, and I tugged it out just like he had before we went in the club. “You didn’t look before,” I said, my voice husky. “But I want you to look down.” He didn’t hesitate. His gaze dropped to the tops of my breasts, and he gave a guttural groan.

“Holy shit, Tori,” he panted. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” Somehow, he managed to stroke his cock even harder. “Pinch your nipples for me,” he growled.

I let the thin straps of the dress slide down my shoulders. The dress barely covered my breasts, and my hard nipples poked against the silky fabric. I slid my fingers inside the bodice and rolled my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers like Lucas had done to me at the hotel.

“Fuck,” Kyle growled. The heavy breaths, his low, guttural groans, and all that masculine energy just turned me on so much. I cupped my breasts, and the dress fell to my waist, mynipples visible between my fingers. Kyle’s eyes went wide and his whole body stiffened. With a roar he came, pumping his cock harder than ever as his hips thrust forward. Moisture splashed against the inside of my thighs, and I didn’t care. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from how hard he was coming.

It was a complete turn-on to see him work his body as skillfully as he’d worked mine. With a couple last strokes of his twitching cock, he leaned against me. He put his free hand on the dashboard to stop him from crushing me, but he looked spent. For some reason it really turned me on. He’d come hard, and now he could barely stay upright. Apparently because he’d been turned on by me, which was a heady thought.

But now I didn’t quite know what to do as I watched him tuck that massive cock back into his pants. My dress was pooled around my hips, and I still had my hands cupping my breasts. But once Kyle’s breathing got under control, he noticed and tugged my dress back up, pulling the straps back up to my shoulders.

He gazed at my thighs and gave a low laugh. “Guess I made a bit of a mess.”

“You did,” I said. Then I gave him a shy smile. “And it was hot as hell.” He looked around the cab of his truck. I couldn’t figure out what he was searching for until he located the blindfold on the floor. Then he rubbed that against my thighs, cleaning me up.

Even though I’d just come very hard, his touch made me shiver in a good way. Another date or two with Kyle, and I’d probably become a sex addict.

He wadded up the blindfold. “Safe to say we won’t be using that again.”

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