Page 102 of Collide
She rolls her eyes, bringing the towel up to my hair to dry it. She’s thorough with her movements, fully concentrating on the task, her plump bottom lip between her teeth. I watch her work through my wet hair, my focus drifting to her thin white shirt. To my dismay, she’s taken off my jersey, but when I see the perfect swell of her breasts so close to me, I don’t care.
“My eyes are up here, Crawford,” she scolds.
Those words don’t do anything to ebb my thoughts. Arousal lights her irises, and I take it as my signal to move forward. Pulling down her top, I’m greeted with her braless tits. I drag a hand over her tight nipples and her soft whimper makes me harden to stone.
“Come here,” I say. She does, her hands still in my hair, gripping it tighter when I draw her nipple deep into my mouth. I bring one hand to her ass and lift up her skirt. “Your panties are probably soaked, huh?”
“I wouldn’t know,” she says breathlessly when I grip her thighs.
“Why not?”
“I’m not wearing any.”
A zip of electricity jolts my dick. “Fuck. Turn around.”
When her ass is in my face, I lift her hips to position her bare pussy right where I need it. Shocking me, she pulls down my boxers to curve her hand over my length.
“You don’t—”
“I know,” she says, looking over her shoulder. “I want to.”
Then she takes me entirely in her mouth, and I have to regain focus so I can taste her sweet center. The noises she makes as she suctions her lips around my cock don’t help me last longer. The competitive side of me comes into play when I swirl my tongue in a whimper-inducing combination. It’s not long before she’s grinding down on my face, and I'm teasing her toward an orgasm.
“Please, Aiden. I need to come,” she begs, I don’t budge, ignoring her clit entirely, bringing her to the verge of imploding, then sneaking away. My balls draw up so tight, I have to use every ounce of willpower to not explode into her mouth.
“Jesus,” I groan as she applies a tantalizing touch past my balls in retaliation.
“I’ll use teeth, Crawford,” she threatens.
That draws a laugh out of me. “Nah, you won’t injure your favorite little man.”
“You did not just refer to it as that.”
“What do you prefer I call it? My hockey sti—” She takes me deep in her hot throat, making my hips buck. Her gag vibrates against my shaft, sending my body into a spiral. “Fuck. You need to stop that before this is over too soon.”
“Two pump chump?” she teases with fake sympathy. “Happens to the best of us, buddy.”
I take that moment to insert two fingers so deep inside her, my knuckles press against her sensitive core. Summer’s high-pitched moan tells me I’ve hit her G-spot, and when she writhes on top of me, still driving me crazy by swirling her tongue along my tip, I seal my mouth over her swollen clit.
She comes just as I do, releasing every bit of the built-up tension into her mouth. Summer flips away, and the post-orgasmic flush on her face is so hot I have to look away.
A knock on my door makes her scramble away and fix her clothes.
“Dinner’s ready,” Eli calls.
“I’ll eat later.” His footsteps retreat. When I try to kiss her, she pulls away.
“You didn’t eat after your game?”
“I just did.”
She makes a face and moves farther away. “I’m serious.”
“Me too. And I’m still hungry, so get your ass back here.” Despite my pull, she doesn’t come.
“You should eat. I didn’t realize I messed up your schedule.” Before I saw my truck in my driveway, I didn’t think anything could make me happier than our win against Yale. But knowing Summer drove back to my place instead of her dorm lit me up with deep satisfaction.
“You didn’t mess up anything. I’m fine.”
