Page 35 of Bad Crush
“What’s this from?” I ask.
“Went down on the ice with a defender my first year at Valley and took a skate blade to the arm.”
“What about your pads?”
“It got through or around. Not sure. Didn’t work.”
Well, that’s not reassuring. “Have any more?”
He rears back and points to another scar, this one lighter than the last and just below his belly button. “That one is from a stick.”
“Good thing it didn’t go any lower.” I rub the outline of his dick through his jeans.
“You’re telling me.” He falls back on top of me and that’s the last thing either of us says until he’s covering himself with a condom.
Adam laid out next to me naked and wanting me—well, there’s no horoscope that could have prepared me.
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There isnothing that could have prepared me for this.
Reagan—gloriously naked in my bed. It’s like one of those ambiguous images. At first you see a wine glass, but if you squint or flip it upside down, then eventually you see there are two people kissing. Once you see both, you can’t unsee them. And I’m never going to be able to unsee this version of Reagan. Lips pink and wet, chest heaving with excitement. So,sonaked.Fuuuuck.
“You’re beautiful.” I brush her hair back away from her neck and can feel her pulse under my thumb.
As I push inside of her for the second time in an hour, I can’t believe this is happening.
With Reagan.Gorgeous, shy, sweet little Reagan’s pussy is squeezing me so tight and greedy. Her nails lightly scratch down my shoulders. Her tits bounce every time I pump into her.Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
And I am entranced.
I flip us so she’s on top. “Ride me.”
She hesitates, but not for long. My hands find their way back to her tits. I sit up so I can lick and bite each one. Featherlight then rougher. She pushes me down onto the bed and takes over, which is absolutely fine with me. Reagan manhandling me… yep, no complaints here. But damn if I’m not going to get off way faster than I want.
We’ll just have to go again. I plan to see this date through to the early hours of the morning, making her come so many more times. I’m making plans for all sorts of fun.
This is not how I expected tonight to go. Honestly, my expectations were that we’d have a nice dinner, talk and get to know one another apart from the group. I don’t want to say this is better, but she’s naked so… yeah, fuck it. It’s better. There’ll be time later to talk.
When her moans get louder and her movements more frantic, I take over by gripping her hips and thrusting from below. Her skin slaps against mine, her hands at my chest squeeze until her nails prick my skin.
Only by seconds, she gets off first and it is the most amazing performance. Hair wild and face of pure bliss, Reagan having an orgasm is something I want to watch on repeat.
She starts giggling, gulping in air as she collapses on the bed next to me. “Holy crap. That was amazing.”
“Understatement of the decade.” I stare up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I don’t want to move, but I need to do something about this condom.
As I sit up, noise outside of the door catches my attention. The apartment is a constant den of activity, so it isn’t surprising, but the fact that the voices are hushed and seem to be centered directly outside of my door is suspicious.
“Uhh, I think we have an audience.”
“What?” She snaps upright, and I point toward the door.
The whispers start up again, and I distinctly hear Ginny yelp, “Ouch, Mav, you stepped on my foot.”
Then there’s a round of shushing from someone or someones. I have no idea how many are out there, but I’m guessing the entire apartment is standing outside my door listening in.
