Page 69 of Burnout
My hands slip under her shirt and she wrenches her mouth away from mine.
“Wait. I, uh…” She shifts and bites one corner of her mouth. “Can we…”
Every time she trails off or stumbles over her words it makes me pause as if she yelled stop. She’s always so certain of everything.
“You want to stop?” I ask, pulling back to get a better look at her face.
“No. I mean, yes.” She places her hands on my chest. “I want to hook up, but can we hold off on having sex?”
“Oh.” That isn’t what I expected.
“It’s just that after my last relationship I promised myself I’d take things slower. I know it sounds silly considering we’re only hooking up and not dating, but sex is a hard limit for me right now.”
I’m silent, not because it’s a dealbreaker, but because I’m trying to understand.
She continues, “Nolan—my ex—cheated on me.”
I don’t know what to say so I run my hand down her back in what I hope is a soothing gesture. After my dad left for good, I’ve been careful about who I’ve let into my circle. It’s one of the reasons I don’t do relationships. People can’t disappoint you if you don’t expect anything from them.
So even though I’ve never let anyone close enough to cheat on me, the concept is similar. She doesn’t trust people. I so get that.
“I don’t understand why he couldn’t just be honest and tell me that he wanted to break up or sleep with other people. Instead, I had to find out through the rumor mill that he washooking up with his ex-girlfriend at a party while I was gone at a competition.”
She stops talking and looks at me like she expects me to bail now that I know sex is off the table. What a fucking prick her ex is.
“People are selfish,” I say. “It didn’t have anything to do with you.”
“I know, but now here I am with a hot guy in my dorm room, and I’m turning down what I imagine would be very good sex.”
I pull her into my body. I’m so hard the contact makes me groan. “Do you want me to go? We can do this another time.”
“No. Definitely not.” She bites her lip again, but this time it’s as she stares at my chest and heat flushes her face. “I want to keep going. All I’ve thought about since the other night is having your hands on me again.”
Relief floods through me. I want this girl so bad the thought of walking away is painful. It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with.
“Is that right?” I sit on the bed and pull her onto my lap. Her lashes flutter and her breath hitches. My hands drop to her hips and I splay my fingers out, letting my thumb slide beneath her shorts.
“Yes.” The word is breathy. She wraps her arms around my neck and rolls her hips against me.
My thumb continues to glide over her clit as she grinds on top of me. Our kisses are sloppy.
Her body quivers as she gets close.
“Can I?” she asks, letting her hands drop to the button of my jeans.
I nod and then suck her bottom lip into my mouth as she fumbles to get my jeans undone. When she succeeds, she pushes on my chest to get me to lie down.
Smiling, I lie back on the bed and crook one hand behind my head as she shimmies down my body and rids me of my pants.She removes her shorts too. My dick twitches at the scrap of pink lacy material covering her pussy. She’s making a real good case for pink being my new favorite color.
Avery climbs back on top of me, straddling me with only my boxers and her panties between us. She settles on top of me, the weight of her sitting on my dick enough to pull another groan from me. I don’t need to be buried inside of her tonight, but I’m not gonna say it wouldn’t feel fucking fantastic.
I lift my hips and her eyes flutter closed with a moan. My hands rest on her waist. She only needs a little encouraging to start grinding into me again, taking what she needs from me and bringing me dangerously close to exploding without either of us so much as touching my dick.
She stops and stares down at me.
“What?” I ask.
She bites her full bottom lip again.
