Mel slipsher fingers into her waistband and says the greatest words in the English language:“I want you to touch me, Will.”
“Fuck yes.”
“I hada feeling you’d say that. Now, take my pants off.”
And ok,those words are a close second. I peel her yoga pants down as she shimmies out of them. I toss them on the floor.
“Your shirt needs to go too,”she says, and it lands right next to her pants a moment later. “Now come back to bed.”
I obey,crawling back into my spot. I hover above her, and she’s so damn gorgeous I don’t know where to start. And this is how I know I’m not the same guy I was when this year started. Mel has taught me a lot, including the fact that sex is fun, but it’s more fun when you’re in tune with each other.
So,I take a look at her pretty face, lips parted, eyes dark. Bracing myself on my left forearm, I lean in for a kiss. Mel’s mouth melts into mine as she grasps the back of my neck, deepening our connection. We lay like this for a minute or two, drinking each otherin. My cock is hard and throbbing, and I trail my way down her neck and focus my attention on her breasts. Damn—they’re utter perfection, like the rest of her. Her shoulders are slender, her breasts round and small, the perfect size for my mouth and I don’t hesitate to kiss them, working my lips and tongue over the left one, as I tease the right one with my fingers, massaging gently before pinching her nipple lightly. Just like before, she cries out and arches into my touch. “Good memory,” she praises, and I’m glad I’m being a good student, but I’m even happier to be making Mel happy. Because, yeah, my initial objective was to get good at sex, but it’s quickly morphing into getting good at sex with Mel. There’s an important distinction there, but it’s not one I want to think about right now.
“Fuck,”Mel cries as I suck one nipple deep into my mouth. I do the same to the other side, and she curses again and tugs on my hair.
I pull backand look up at her. “You like that?”
“What does my body tell you?”she teases back.
I kiss her lips soundly,loving the feel and the connection we have. “I’m getting pretty good at kissing, huh?”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “You’re decent.”
“Uh-huh,that’s why you’re flushed and panting.”
“Okay,I’ll admit you’re good with your mouth,” she says, trailing a finger along my jaw.
“What if Ihad an even better idea of what to do with my mouth?” I ask, giving voice to an idea I’ve had for a while now. And by idea, I mean full-on fucking fantasy. “Can I kiss you here?” I ask, my fingers grazing her sex lightly.
Her legs part,and her eyes go wide. “Yes. God, please.” Her words are breathless as I settle between her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders. This is definitely my first rodeo, but between all the porn I’ve watched and the number of times I’ve jacked myself to this very scenario, I feel like I know exactly what to do. I ghost my fingers over her sex again, the movement sending a shiver through her body. My fingers part her folds, and I press my lips against her. She threads her fingers through my hair as I kiss and lick and touch. She’s perfect— sweet and heady. I want to get drunk off her; I want to do this for hours until she’s a puddle in my arms. But I’m too impatient—Mel tastes too good. Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her up slightly and bring her closer to me. This angle is even better, and I enter her with my tongue. Jesus, I want to fuck her like this with my lips and my mouth. I cradle her ass and hips and kiss her like it’s the only thing I’m meant to do in life. And right now, it is.
“Fuck,Will.Fuck. Yes, god. Don’t stop,” she pants, and those words are all the encouragement I need. She squeezes my head with her thighs as I devour every perfect inch of her pussy.
“Yes, god,fuckinghellchristjesus!” Mel cries out, gripping my head firmly and pressing me further into her body.
She comes hard,and I can feel it—her body vibrates and pulses as she rides each wave. A moment or two later, I pull back, licking my lips and looking up at her. “You taste so fucking good.” Before the words are out of my mouth, she’s reaching for me, pulling me up and kissing me senseless, tasting herself on my lips, and damn, that really does it for me. She slides her hand into the waistband of my sweats, finding me naked and hard as a goddamn rock. Her face breaks into a beautiful smile.
“Give me your hand,”she asks, her voice a little raspier than before. I oblige, and she places my hand on my dick, then covers my larger hand with her smaller one. “Show me what you like.”
Without embarrassment,I do. I jack myself as she looks on, mesmerized by what our hands are doing. I’ve been hard as fucking granite since I got here tonight, so my orgasm barrels to the surface quickly. “Fuck,” I curse. “Fuck, Mel, I’m close, I’m—” My words fall short as thick white ropes of come paint our hands.
We fall backon the bed together, messy and spent. “There are distinct advantages to our arrangement,” she says, her voice sleepy and sexy.
“Hell yes, there are.”
33
Mel
My shift is over in fifteen minutes, but I’m about to be stuck on campus unless Will feels like being my knight in a shining car. Rain started coming down in sheets almost an hour ago, and since I decided to walk to work this morning, I’m about to be completely drenched unless my fake boyfriend wants to do me a very real favor. Drip’s fairly quiet for the moment, so I shoot him a quick text.
Mel:Any chance you’re free right now and can run me home? I hate to ask, but I walked to work today and, well…
Will:No problem. I’m at the house. I can be there soon.
Mel:You are a lifesaver. But be careful. I hear some of the roads are bad. Theo said he wouldn’t be shocked if they closed campus before too long.
Will:I’m leaving now, and I promise to be careful. And if the roads get too bad…I could always hang out at your place for a while. I’m sure we could find something to do…
