Page 82 of The Change Up
“C’mon,” I stretch my hand out and wait for her.
“Cody, I’ve got to study.”
“I know, and you will, but right now I need my girl, and my mind is telling me that my girl needs a break.”
She sighs, and I watch her shoulders deflate, some of that tension is leaving her body. “Yeah, I’ve been here since nine thirty.”
My eyes widen at her admission. “Chloe, it’s two o’clock. Have you at least stopped to eat?”
Sheepishly, she pulls her bottom lip in her mouth and nibbles on it. It’s adorable and a habit she’s had for years. The worrying of her bottom lip is the only answer I need.
“Alright, we are definitely leaving this library right now.” I stand patiently while she gathers her notebook, textbooks, and iPad. Chloe will always look beautiful to me, but right now, my girl looks utterly exhausted. I knew she was pushing things too hard when she fell asleep after the first inning of our game last night. I should have let her go back to sleep once I knew she was okay, but I was selfish and wanted to keep texting her.
“Did you walk or drive?”
“I walked.”
“Okay, I parked in the lot by the Union. Want to go back to your house?”
“Please.”
With my arm wrapped around her shoulders, the two of us weave through bodies as we make our way to the parking lot. As soon as we get inside, Chloe’s body sags in her seat, her head finds the window, and it stays there the whole way to her townhouse.
A second wind must have hit her somewhere along our walk from my truck to her front door because as soon as we cleared the threshold, Chloe’s tossing her backpack and keys to the ground.
Her arms fling around my neck, nearly knocking me over, as her lips crash into mine. She laps at the seam of my lips, and I open allowing her tongue access. The two of us make out in front of her door like horny teenagers.
Hands roaming over every indent and curve. Her fingers slide underneath my shirt as her nails graze over the indents of my abs before she pushes my shirt up. Our lips separate long enough for her to rip my shirt over my head. My blood rushes to my dick, and I do not doubt that Chloe can feel how worked up I am against her stomach. My body is desperate for a release—one I didn’t have enough time to give myself this morning in theshower. As tired as I am, my body is alive with the promise of what’s to come.
“Take me to bed,” Chloe murmurs against my lips.
Without hesitating, my hands slide down her back and below her ass. Gripping her, I lift her in the air as her legs wrap around my hips.
I carry her up the stairs, one hand hanging on to the railing, the other under her ass, our lips never separating. My girl is hungry. She’s starving for my touch.
I don’t stop until I’m laying her down on her perfectly made bed. Too bad for her, the crisp sheets are about to be wrecked.
Chloe relaxes underneath me, melting into my touch, her body molding into mine. Things between us have progressed slowly, which isn’t something I’m used to. But for Chloe, I’ll do anything she wants. This was a big step for her to admit her feelings and face some of her biggest insecurities, and I’ve not wanted to push her. I’ve been waiting for her to give me a sign that she’s ready for more between us. And right now, she’s giving me all the signals that she’s ready to hit all the bases.
Breaking away from her lips, I trail kisses down her jaw, nipping her sweet flesh along her neck. My hands skim up her hips as I pull her sweater up and over her head exposing her white, sheer lace bra.
Sitting up on my knees, I take in my beautiful girl. Hair that resembles the sun is piled high on her head. Her sweet, creamy skin tinged pink from my nips and kisses. Ocean-blue eyes darkened to midnight sky. Chloe’s stunning, and she’s mine. And also wearing too many clothes.
“Fuck, Wildflower, you look beautiful.” I watch as her cheeks flame my favorite shade of pink. Making her blush is my favorite hobby. Before she has a chance to say anything or hide herself from me, I’m leaning forward, my lips finding hers as my handworks the button on her white pants. Of all days she doesn’t wear a dress.
As I work her pants and panties down her legs, my mouth finds her pebbled nipple, and I suck the sensitive flesh into my mouth. She groans as she kicks to help me free her from the confines of the pants.
Her legs are freed, and she tries to close the gap, hiding herself from me. My thighs spread to keep her spread for me. “Don’t hide that pretty pussy from me, Wildflower. I’ve been dreaming of seeing her for days.”
“Then fuck me already, Cody.” Chloe groans from underneath me, her body writhing with my touch.
Pausing briefly, I’m thrown off by the vulgar words escaping my sweet, shy girl.
“So eager. Patience, baby.” Her chest heaves from a deep inhale. “I’m not fucking you until you come twice—once on my mouth and once on my fingers.”
Her body erupts in a shiver, and I smirk before sliding down her body trailing open mouth kisses in my wake, not stopping until I’m propping my body up on my elbows as my tongue sticks out licking up her wetness. I moan as my tongue finally tastes her again.
I had waited so long to taste her. To touch her. To bring her pleasure. And now that I have, it’s all I crave. I’m starving for her. There’s no doubt I’m going to savor every second of it. I won’t be rushing this moment tonight. Even if my dick is pressing painfully hard against the zipper of my jeans.
