His words ignite the fire low in my belly. All the heat in my body, all the blood in my veins, rushes to my center. I was wet before, ready and restless.
But now? Now I’m desperate. Soaked and needy.
"I’ve been waiting for hours, Jos," he says, stroking his erection. "Years, really. I’ve never stopped wanting you. I don’t think I ever will."
Before I can really process his words, he releases the buttons on my jeans and pulls them down, taking his time. He tugs the soft, worn denim over my knees, my calves, and finally past my ankles. My clothes are now in a heap next to his. I spread my legs wide as Van moves in between them.
“Fuck, Josie.Fuck,” he curses, then presses his lips to my center. The soft cotton of my underwear is probably transparent now. He runs his tongue across the dampened fabric and I cry out, unable to stop myself.
“You’re so wet. A beautiful goddamn mess and I’m just getting started,” he tells me, gliding my panties down my legs. They don’t join the rest of our clothes, though. Instead of throwing them on the floor, he holds them in his fist. "Look at me, Jos," he commands, his voice rough as he lifts the flimsy fabric to his lips, kissing it, breathing it in, and causing another wave of heat to rush over my body.
"I’m gonna devour you, Josie. Eat you up like you’re dessert and I’m starving. That okay with you?"
"YesNowPlease." The words tumble out of my mouth as Van’s lips and tongue and fingers start exploring.
My legs fall open, leaving me totally exposed. I’m not shy, though. Van doesn’t hold back when he’s with me, so I don’t either.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I look down the length of my body to see him dip his head between my thighs. I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair. The strands aresilky and there’s something erotic about our position. I hold his head steady, letting him know just how good it feels when he kisses me right—"Oh—there. Don’t stop. There."
Instead of doing what he’s told, Van stops and looks up at me. His lips glisten with my arousal and even though I desperately need him to get back to work, even I can’t deny that’s hot.
"You like that, Jos?" he asks. "Right…there?" His thick fingers fill me and he crooks themright…there, at that magical place that only he has ever found. My hand grasps his hair tighter and when he taps my clit with his thumb, I cry out. My words make no sense, but for once I don’t care. I’m lost to the bliss of the orgasm building inside me.
"Fuck, Josie. You get so loud for me. You keep it up and they’re gonna hear you."
I still for a second and that’s when I hear the voices. It’s no real surprise that there are people in my hallway–I do live on a floor with two dozen other rooms.
We should stop. Or quiet down. Or turn on some music.
But I don’t want to do any of that. Applying the lightest pressure to the crown of his head, I let Van know I want to get right back to where we were.
He presses wet, hungry kisses to my core, then tips his head up to look at me. "You like that idea, don’t you, Jos? That they can hear us?"
"I mean…the door is locked, so…" my words trail off as Van’s thumb rubs my clit while his fingers thrust steadily inside.
"Is it?" he questions, and though I’m sure it is, the idea is arousing.
"Are you sure no one’s coming in? You sure we're not gonna get caught?" His voice is low and whispered, but it’s like he’s tapping into some forbidden fantasy I never knew I had. I swearthe voices get louder, like they’re hovering just outside my door, and Holy God, that turns me on.
"Fuck, baby, you’re getting wetter. Is that what you want, Jos? You want me to make you come so hard they hear you in the hall? Upstairs? In the next damn building?"
His words spur me on and before I realize it, my hands are at my breasts. My fingers graze over my nipples and I shudder. The voices are still just outside and maybe it’s the heightened sensation, but I swear they’ve gotten louder.
"Do you hear them, Josie"?
"Yeah…" I breathe.
"Do you know what they’re saying?"
"No…I…Oh, god…" It’s too much, all of it—Van here with me. His lips and tongue. His fingers and his words. The thought that someone might hear us. Or catch us.
"I bet they’re saying, ‘Is all that noise coming from Josie’s room? Is she by herself, fucking her hand? Or is her boyfriend there? Is he kissing her pretty pussy? Is he making her wet? Is he gonna fuck her with his tongue?’"
Van looks up at me, thenreaches to adjust us so he’s cradling my ass in his hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips, my body tilted toward him at just the right angle.
"Because I am. I’m gonna fuck you with my mouth, my tongue. I’m gonna kiss and suck until you come on my face, Jos. Until you scream so loud it shakes the damn walls. Until everybody in that hallway, everybody in this dorm, hell—everybody on this whole damn campus knows it’s me who’s making you feel so good."
He makes good on his promise. He dives into my body with his tongue as his fingers keep their rhythm. My legs are shaking and I’m being loud and it feels so damn good I don’t care.
