Page 67 of Silent Count
He tilts his head and seals his mouth over mine in a searing kiss.
Being in this position, my clit hits his pubic bone in just the right spot to drive me wild and closer to coming. I moan into his mouth as the first pulse of my orgasm starts.
His hips are moving so fast now; he’s almost out of control as I start to come. We’re both panting with our mouths hovering over each other, and within seconds, we both fall.
I kiss him, tongue moving slowly around his as my orgasm rolls through me. It feels even better because I can feel him pulsing inside me too. He pushes up once more and stills as he comes.
We take a minute to catch our breath. Then he pulls out of me and sets me on my feet. I feel slightly wobbly while I adjust my panties and pull my shirt back down. His dick is still slightly hard when I look over to see him pulling up his boxers and jeans.
Once he’s tucked in, he grabs my waist in his hands and tugs me closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Well, that was a first for me.”
I let out a loud laugh, then cover my mouth with my hand. “Yeah, me too. We’re lucky it’s so quiet in here right now.” I wrap my arms around his neck again and tip my chin to kiss him.
“Are you almost done, or do you still have a lot to do? I was hungry before, but now I’m really hungry.” He pats his stomach.
I turn and look at the book I need on the shelf, then back to Bo. “I mean, technically, I have a paper to write, but it’s not due until Friday. I could wrap up.” I take his hand and lead him back to the table.
“Let’s grab some food and go to your place. Noelle is on her way to our place, according to Casey, so we’ll have your apartment to ourselves, and I’m not done with you yet.” He smacks my butt playfully.
I gather my laptop and notebook and slide them both into my backpack. Then I put my hoodie back on and zip it halfway up. “Sounds good to me. And I might not be done with you yet either.”
I point a finger into his chest, and he takes it in his hand, pulls it up to his mouth, and kisses the tip.
“Let me have your bag.” He holds out his hand, and I give him my bag. Then he slings it over his shoulder. “Ready?”
“Yep, let’s go.”
We walk out of the library together, and no one gives us funny looks or anything—thank God. That would have been bad for me if we had gotten caught, but probably worse for him.I can’t deny it was hotter than hell though, and I don’t regret taking the risk. Not one bit.
We picked up our order of food from The Font on our way back to my place, and we’re finishing up our meals now. Bo has been kind of quiet or maybe contemplative since we left the library. I don’t know if he’s just tired or he has something on his mind.
He’s told me about the game from his perspective, and something that I admire about Bo is that he is a true team leader in every sense, but he’s also humble. He talks about the mistakes he made in the game and how he could have played better. And I don’t have much to offer in terms of advice or feedback so I just listen.
“So, what should we do tonight?” He gathers his trash and puts it in the empty container, then reaches for mine. “You done?”
“Yeah, I’m done. Thank you.” I wipe my mouth one more time and put the napkin in the container in his hands. “And Idon’t care. I’m sure you’re tired, so why don’t we just chill and watch a movie or something?”
He throws away our containers, then washes his hands. “That sounds good. I could also use a shower.”
“Okay, that’s fine. You know where the towels are.” I point toward the hallway where the closet is that holds our towels and other miscellaneous items for the apartment.
Bo walks back over to me and holds out his hands to grab mine. So, I put my hands in his, and he pulls me up from my chair.
“I think you should join me.” He walks backward toward the bathroom.
“You do, huh?” I smirk. “I could do that.”
We haven’t showered together yet. We’ve had sex on almost every surface of this apartment and most of his, but never showered together.
“I do.” He releases one of my hands and keeps the other in his as he enters the bathroom, which he looks huge in because it’s not that big of a room.
I drop his hand and slide the shower door open to turn the water on. We have a bathtub-shower combo, which should give us both room to fit. When I turn around to face him, he’s pulling his shirt off, and I take a minute to admire him. He’s got muscles for days and a trimmed trail of hair below his belly button, going down into his jeans. Seriously, just looking at him turns me on. My eyes drop to his groin, and I see an outline of his dick already hardening in his pants. Which gives me another idea. I haven’t given him a blow job yet, and I suddenly have a craving to taste him.
He smirks at me, like he can read my mind, and slowly unbuttons his pants while I take my tank top and bra off. He pushes down his jeans and boxers at the same time, and his cocksprings free, erect against his stomach. It’s very possible that I’m drooling.
We’ve gotten naked with each other before, but somehow, this seems more sensual than ever. In a move that makes me feel more confident than I am, I lightly run my fingers over my skin, from my breasts to the waistband of my short, ruffled skirt. I tuck my fingers inside and slide my skirt and my panties down my legs, watching Bo’s face as I do it.
His blue eyes roam over my body in appreciation, and he walks toward me. Framing my face in his hands, he leans in and kisses me slowly, deeply.
