Page 46 of Off Limits

“That’s like a ten minute walk.”

“See you soon.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Ellie

It takes Simon more than five minutes to get to my door, but less than the ten it takes me to get from the student center to my room.

When I open the door, he bends and kisses me, backing me up and kicking the door closed behind him as he practically carries me into the room. If he weren’t holding me up, I would’ve fallen down from his momentum pushing me backwards and making me trip over my own feet.

I’ve gotten used to Simon starting off with gentle, sweet kisses and slowly ramping up to more. But not this time. No, this time he’s all hunger and heat from the moment our mouths touch. His hands roam my back, sliding under my clothes, the chill of his fingers shocking at first, but they quickly warm up, whether from his overheated blood or mine, I’m not sure.

We’re at the couch before I find my balance again, and he’s got one hand down the back of my leggings, squeezing my whole ass cheek in one of his big hands. I return the favor, sticking my hands under his hoodie and T-shirt, feeling the thick columns of muscle running up his back, following the sweep of his obliques down to his hips, rubbing that big beautiful cock through his jeans.

He groans into my mouth, and I’m fumbling with his belt, because I want his pants undonenow. He’s used his mouth on me a few times already, and I want to return the favor.

After a few sharp tugs, the leather slides free, and I get the buckle undone. Operating entirely by feel, because he still hasn’t stopped kissing me and I can’t see what I’m doing, I unbutton and unzip his jeans, the worn denim easily giving way to me, thankgod.

It doesn’t matter that he was just here last night. He was gone all weekend, and on Monday both our schedules were too busy, so last night was the first time I’d seen him since Thursday. And we spent half our time together going over my statistics homework. I’m making up for lost time here and taking advantage of this unexpected afternoon interlude. We’d made plans to get together for dinner again this evening, but a horny Simon showing up at my door is welcome anytime as far as I’m concerned.

I dive my hand into the opening in his jeans, slipping past the waistband of his boxer briefs. He’s hot and heavy in my palm, groaning again as I stroke him bare now.

“Fuck, Ellie. You drive me crazy,” he whispers.

I smile against his lips. “That’s a good thing, though, right?”

He kisses me again, hard, and it’s over almost before I can respond. “Fuck, yes, it’s a good thing. Never doubt that for a second.”

“Good.” And then I slip out of his grasp, going to my knees and taking his jeans and underwear with me, eye to eye with his manaconda for the first time.

Sure, I’ve seen it, but always right before he rolled on a condom and fucked me silly. Not that I’m complaining about that, because I’m absolutely not, but I haven’t had the opportunity to explore him at my leisure. Not that I really do now, either, because he has homework and a class and I really don’t know when Autumn’s coming back, but I need to taste him.

Wrapping my hand around him again, I give him a firm stroke, then I lick him like an ice cream cone, swirling my tongue around his head, picking up a salty hit of precum.

“Ellie,” he whispers, practically sobs, like he can’t decide between telling me I don’t have to—which is what he said the last time I offered—and begging me for more. Because this is something I want to do, I decide for him and go for more, lifting him and licking up the underside, running my tongue over all those thick veins, the ridges of his shaft that feel so, so good inside me, topping it off by closing my lips around the head as I swirl my tongue around him again, my cheeks hollowing as I suck hard.

I swear his knees buckle, but he firms his legs, stepping his feet apart a bit to give him a better stance, one of his hands sliding into my hair and resting on my head. “Fuck,” he whispers again. And it turns to, “Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck,” when I start bobbing, using my hand in tandem with my mouth to cover the part of him that won’t fit.

“Ellie.” My name in his mouth is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. “Fuck, Ellie. It won’t take me long to get there if you keep going. You look so fucking hot right now, I could almost come just from looking at you.”

I moan around his cock, loving his dirty talk. It’s like him, the perfect combination of sweet and hot. He’s always so complimentary, but also exquisitely filthy when he tells me how hot I look, how beautiful I am, and how much he loves fucking me, or in this case, feeling my mouth on him. It’s a high I’ve never known before. One of my exes liked to talk dirty, but it was always all about him and what he was going to do or wanted to do, plus it just felt like he was trying too hard. Not like this. Not like Simon. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows what he’s saying. He’s just caught up in the moment and telling me what he thinks, and I fucking love it.

And hearing him letting loose like this? Feeling the way his big, muscular thighs clench and tremble while I suck on him? I could almost come just from doing this.

After another moment, his hand leaves my head and wraps around my wrist as he gently pulls me away. I actually whimper when he pulls his cock out of my mouth, but it’s quickly cut off when he pulls me to my feet and covers my mouth with his for another hot, hungry kiss. “God, Ellie, at some point, I’ll let you suck me off. I’ll come in your mouth if that’s what you want. But if I come in your mouth, then you’ll have to ride my face, and I don’t think I can handle going to class still smelling like your juicy pussy. I’d be walking around with a boner all day, and I thought the point was for you to take care of my problem, not to make it a bigger, longer lasting problem.”

I can’t help giggling. “You think it can get any bigger?”

His glare is undercut by his grin. “You’d be the one to make that happen if anyone could.” He turns me around to face my room and smacks my ass. “Go bend over your bed,” he says in my ear in that deep, husky voice that makes me shiver every time.

I normally hate being bossed around, and I’m liable to react with sarcasm. But right now? Not a chance. Because I want to be bent over my bed with Simon’s dick inside me every bit as much as he does.

My leggings are around my knees before I even get into my room, and Simon’s right behind me, his dick painting my ass cheeks with a mix of my saliva and his precum.

I drape myself across my bed, and he runs his hands under my shirt, pushing it up and out of the way before sliding back down the curve of my spine and over my ass, where he squeezes, separating my cheeks.

Laying my head on the bed, I look back at him, watching him watching me.

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