"But, baby, your roommate snores, remember?" She bites her lip to keep from laughing.
I wince. "Right."
Bruce Donovan, my roommate, snores louder than a goddamn helicopter. Even the noise-canceling earmuffs I keep on my bed are no match to him. That's why Sawyer only sleeps over when he's not spending the night there.
Sawyer peers at me from beneath her lashes and smiles, a look she knows full well that drives me fucking crazy. "I can't wait for the semester to be over so we can finally get an apartment together."
That's always been the plan. We'd spend a semester at the dorms before moving to an apartment together. I'll finally get to sleep next to her and wake up to her face every single day. This semester is too damn long for my liking.
I draw in a deep breath to ease the impatience clawing at my chest and grab her hand, entwining our fingers together before kissing the back of her hand. She loves it when I do this, and I love doing everything she loves.
Her breath hitches, her eyes growing hooded.
Just like that, my dick twitches in my pants. Fuck. "Come here, Peaches," I growl like the damn caveman I am, reclining my seat to accommodate us both. Then I plant my hands on her hips, hauling her out of her seat and depositing her on my lap.
Her long dark hair cascades down her front as she leans forward to bring her lips to mine, the sweet scent of her skin mingling with the lavender scent of her shampoo driving me wild.
"I need to be inside you," I murmur desperately against her lips.
"Then fuck me," she pants.
With a growl, I bunch her dress—thank fuck for easy access—around her waist and rip her panties off of her, making her gasp then giggle.
"That's the third underwear you've destroyed this month."
"I'll buy you a dozen." Even though it's her fault for buying skimpy-ass panties. She knows how much they turn me on.
She just hums, pulling her plump lip between her teeth, working on freeing me from my jeans and boxers.
As her hand wraps around my dick, stroking the flesh, I push two fingers inside of her, groaning at the wetness of her pussy. Always primed and ready for me. If I weren't so impatient to be inside her right now, I'd spend an hour eating her, taking pleasure at seeing her coming undone on my mouth. But I can always do that another day.
"Parker, please," Sawyer whimpers, her nails digging into my bicep.
"So impatient," I chuckle, slipping my fingers out of her. Then line my dick at her entrance and guide her down, my vision almost blacking out at the hot, tight feel of her around me.
Fuck, she feels so damn good. Every single time I'm inside her, I'm in danger of coming prematurely like a fucking teenage boy having sex for the first time.
As if to torture me further, Sawyer rolls her hips, the movement burying me even deeper, then clenches her muscles around me.
"Baby." I grit my teeth, digging my fingers into her hips. "You're killing me here."
She responds by moaning in my ear, then lifting herself up and slamming back down on my length so hard I almost see stars.
"Jesus, fuck." The need to drive into her consumes me, and I give in to the primal urge. Gripping the back of her thighs, I pump into her hard and fast just as she likes, eliciting moans that only make my dick harder and my urge to come stronger.
But not yet. I won't come until she does.
Sweat beads on my temples as I plunge into her over and over, struggling to keep the urge under control. It's near damn impossible when she feels like heaven in my arms. And her looking like this—head thrown back, eyes snapped shut, lips pulled between her teeth as pleasure claims her features—doesn't help one bit.
Beautiful and mine. All mine.
It's all too much. Too fucking much.
With a groan, I slam my lips against hers. Our tongues duel, breaths mingling together as our kisses grow frantic, matching the delirious movements of our bodies.
We climb higher and higher, the pressure inside us building to an overwhelming crescendo. Until it ripples through our bodies and crashes over us, consuming us both.
"That was…" she starts after we climb down from the euphoria, her head resting on my chest.
"Amazing?"
"Perfect. It was perfect." She lifts her gaze to mine, her smile bright and brilliant. A smile only reserved for me.
How did I get so damn lucky?
"Everything with you is," I murmur, my feelings for her, intense and powerful, making my chest tight.
"Let's stay this way for a bit," she sighs, leaning her head back against my chest, making herself comfortable on my lap. "I love you, Parker."
"Not as much as I do you, Peaches."
THE END
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SNEAK PEEK: FAKING IT
"I can't believe he did that." Allison Turner, my best friend since kindergarten, is gaping at me like a fish. Like she's waiting for me to yell "April Fools!"
But it's not April.
And I wasn't joking when I told her that Brad McNeely, my boyfriend of four months, just dumped me. Dumped me like a freaking hot potato.
I should have seen it coming—but how was I supposed to know? The jerk didn't even give me any hint that he wanted out.
So when he drove me home from school a couple hours ago and told me it was over, I laughed a good minute, thinking he was just screwing around. But when he didn't share my humor and simply stared
