Spin The Bottle: A college romance (Campus Games Book 2)

Aiden

This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I should be racked with guilt, but the prospect of feeling her lips again, tasting her, having her, makes me forget about everything but the girl in front of me.

My eyes drop to the curve of her ass, jiggling in that tight dress of hers with every step she takes. God, she felt so good underneath my fingers, all soft and pliant. Not the usual stubborn, cold girl she normally is around me.

I felt her move against me, enjoy me, take pleasure from my body. And now I want more. I want to rip off that dress of hers and trace her body with my tongue, feeling every dip and curve. I want to hear that breathy moan again. I want to know if she’s a screamer, or if she moans quietly.

I grab her hand when I see Grayson’s house and don’t bother letting her go. I’m not letting go of her anytime soon.

“What are you doing?” she chastises, whisper-yelling at me, looking around to see if anyone is noticing, but she has nothing to worry about. There isn’t a soul around here.

I open the door and pull her inside, and I’m back on her as soon as her back hits the door, bringing my lips to hers. Fuck, she tastes so good. Like sugar, pure fucking sugar. She’s so sweet when she’s not telling me to fuck off.

“Admit it,” I nip at her bottom lip. “You like me.”

Her eyes shine with defiance. “I don’t.”

I lift an eyebrow, smirking down at her. “But you want me.”

Her tongue traces her bottom lip, her eyes drifting to my own. “Maybe.”

I grin, and pull her into me until she moans when she feels every hard inch pressed against her. “Definitely.”

Her chest rises, her heavy breathing the only sound ingrained in my mind. I want to hear more from her. My hand lifts her dress, grabbing her full ass in my hands, and I knead the skin, pushing her into me. My hard dick scrapes against her soft body, eliciting a groan from me.

“Are you planning to fuck me, or just tease?” she asks breathlessly.

My laugh ripples through her skin, hidden in her neck. “Are you really that impatient?” I kiss her again, unable to keep my hands off her. “Or are you just desperate for me?”

Her eyes hood when she licks her lips, shaking her head a little. Her eyes drop and before I can see what she’s looking at, her hand covers my dick over my jeans, grasping it in her fist. Oh shit. “I’m desperate for this,” she says, bringing those soft, juicy lips to my neck, working her tongue over the skin.

“Fuck.” I let out a harsh breath. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” I admit as she licks and sucks on the sensitive flesh of my neck.

Her lips meet mine in a hot kiss, her tongue lashing against mine as our lower bodies grind together. She runs her tongue over my lip before pulling back, looking up at me through her lashes. “Then take me upstairs,” she whispers.

I grab her hand, loving the feel of her hand in mine and pull her up the stairs, careful not to make any noise.

When I reach my bedroom, I pull off my shirt as soon as the door closes, desperate to feel her. I want her body pressed against mine, feeling her soft skin against mine.

I can barely think as she devours me with her eyes. Those green eyes trace my body like I’m a painting. The way she looks at me has me wanting to do a hundred pushups a day just to keep her looking at me like that.

“You don’t have any tattoos,” she points out, her eyes scanning my chest.

Can’t afford them. “Disappointed?” I ask her, anticipating her response. She shakes her head instead, bringing a snicker out of me. “Speechless already?” I joke. “I haven’t even started.”

Her tongue traces her bottom lip, licking it before she pulls it in between her teeth, cocking her head and running her eyes down my body. My cock twitches.

“I put on a show for you,” I start. “Now it’s your turn.” I take a step closer. “I want to see you.”

Her eyes hood a little, shaking her head. “Not yet,” she says, pulling on the end of her dress, making the material even tighter against her body. Her soft stomach prods the material, making me wonder what it would feel like under my fingers, under my tongue. I want to kiss every inch of her. Jesus.

She takes a step closer, my dick twitching in my pants with each step. When she’s right in front of me, her head tilts up, those piercing eyes tantalizing me. I don’t even feel her hands at first, completely entrapped in her gaze, but as soon as she starts running her hands all over my chest, exploring me with her fingers, my dick wakes up.

It’s impossible to restrain the sound that comes out of me when her tongue meets my chest. Her soft lips press against my skin, pressing kisses all over my pecs. “Oh fuck.” There’s nothing but her lips and tongue on my skin, and I’m dangerously close to blowing my load. I flex my abs for her, wanting her tongue on every part of me, and when she makes her way down, running her tongue over the ridges of my torso, my head lulls back. Fuck, why does that feel so good?

The soft moan that escapes her lips brings out a rough breath from me. “If you lick my abs like that, I can’t imagine what your mouth will feel like on my dick.”

She pulls back, practically on her knees, looking up at me, so submissive, so innocently, those big, round eyes peering up at me. “Want to find out?”

Hell. Fucking. Yes.

She rips off my belt, unbuckling me until I kick off my jeans. My eyes roll back at the feel of her hands rubbing my junk through my boxers. A second later, she pulls them off, and I throw my head back, eyes closed, anticipating the feel of her mouth on me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I instantly open my eyes, looking down at her, watching her look at my hard dick with furrowed brows. “What?” I ask her. “What’s wrong?”

She looks up at me, eyes narrowed. She looks pissed. “You’re hot, talented, tall as shit, and have a big dick?” She exhales, looking away from me and my huge dick, apparently.

A laugh bubbles out of me. “You’re scared of my dick?” I tease.

She rolls those pretty eyes of hers. “I’m not scared of it,” she says, crossing her arms, taking a sneaky glance at my dick that’s still very much hard and right in front of her face. “It’s just unfair to everyone else. You can’t have it all.”

I cock my head, laughing at her expression. “You’ve never seen a dick as big as mine, huh?”

She gives me a sideways glance. “What makes you think that?”

My eyebrows raise. “The way you’re terrified of it,” I say, grabbing it in my hand and give it a stroke. Her eyes widen, staring right at it, and she licks her lips. I don’t even know if she realizes she’s doing it. She watches as I lazily stroke my cock, and I let out a grunt when I see her lick her lips once more. “You don’t have to do anything if it’s intimidating for you. I could just make you come.”

“You’d do that?” she asks, glancing up at me with uncertainty.

I squint at her. “You mean eat your pussy until you come all over my tongue? Fuck yes.”

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I want to…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, just stares at my dick again.

“Leila,” I sigh. “I’m serious, you don’t have to—”

Oh. Fuck.

Her soft hand wraps around my shaft, shuffling closer to me and bringing her tongue to lap at the tip. “Shit,” I moan, feeling her wet, hot mouth wrap around me. Her tongue strokes the length of my cock before fitting it between those pretty lips of hers.

“Fuck,” she grunts with her mouth full of me. “I can’t take you all the way,” she says, slobbery as shit when she pulls her mouth off me. It’s easily the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.

My knees buckle. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stay upright. My head is already shaking as she keeps stroking me. “You don’t have to.”

But she doesn’t listen, instead she tongues the tip again. “I want to try,” she says making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Just don’t push my head down.”

“I won’t.” She gives me no time to prepare. She stuffs me as far down her throat as she can, making me grunt at the feel of her hot wet mouth around my cock. Fuck, this is heaven. This right here.

When I die, I want this.

“Oh, fuck. Leila.”

She gags a little and pulls me out of her mouth, spit drooling down her chin. She takes a breath and looks up at me. “Don’t say my name,” she grunts, squeezing my dick. “The walls are thin, remember?”

Shit. Grayson and Rosie are in the next room over. I press my lips together when she takes me in her mouth again, twirling her tongue around the tip. Shit, I’m way too close.

I grab her hand and pull her off the floor. I’m naked in front of her, and she’s still wearing all her clothes. Too many clothes. I grip the hem of her dress, wanting to pull it off her body, wanting to see her, but she stops me.

“There’s no need for that,” she says.

I frown, my body feeling like a furnace. “I want to taste you.”

She smiles, patting my chest. “That’s nice.” Nice? “But I can assure you I’m good to go. Just fuck me,” she says, bringing her lips to mine in a hot kiss. My god, her lips feel so good against mine, soft and tender, her teeth grazing my bottom lip every once in a while.

“If only I knew this is what would get you to be nice to me,” I murmur, pulling back. “I would have done it sooner.”

She pushes me away, a slight smile on her face as she rolls her eyes. “God, you’re so full of yourself.”

I grip her waist, pulling her flush to me. “You could be full of me too.” Her breathing stops, catching in her throat as she licks her lips. “Get on my bed.”

She falls onto my mattress, lifting her dress to her hips, the black lace underwear on her smooth, tanned body making my mouth water. God damn. I want to taste her so bad.

I approach her, pull the underwear down her legs, throw it to the floor, and stare at the bare skin between her legs. Her pussy glistens with the evidence of her arousal. “Hmm.” I grip her thighs with my hands. “You little liar.” I want to lick her so bad. “You’re dripping, Leila.” She whimpers, making my dick twitch. “Not bone dry at all.”

She twists under me until her sweet ass is in my face, her knees bent as she lies on her stomach. “I want you from behind,” she tells me.

She’s trying to kill me. Seriously, someone check on my poor dick, it’s so painfully hard. I reach over to grab a condom from my dresser, roll it on and give it a slow stroke before bringing it to her entrance. She stills, sucking in a breath when she feels me. “Are you okay?” I ask her, rubbing her back with my hand, wishing it was her soft skin instead of the dress under my hands.

“I don’t need a pep talk,” she says, bumping her hips up and grazing my dick. I grunt, gripping her hips to keep her steady. “I need you to fuck me.”

I start to push in, slowly. Fuck, she’s so tight. Her head drops to the mattress, as she breathes out a moan. I keep pushing into her an inch at a time until she whimpers. “Is it in?” she asks, lifting her head, attempting to look behind her shoulder.

I knead my hand over her hips, staring at where I’m disappearing inside of her, the sight making me lightheaded. “Not all the way,” I tell her.

“God,” she cries, dropping her head again. “Go deeper.”

“Leila.”

“Deeper,” she tells me again.

I push in another inch and when she moans again, low, agonized. I stop. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

I love watching her stretch around me, but the way she tightens around me when I feed her another inch and sucks in a harsh breath, stops me from giving her more.

Her head lifts, looking at me behind her shoulder, her eyes hardening. “Either fuck me,” she says. “Or I’ll go back to the party and find someone else who will.”

I thrust the last couple of inches inside of her and a strangled cry escapes her as she drops her head, my dick all the way in now. “Holy fuck,” she says breathlessly.

Holy fuck indeed. I let out a breath, my cock strangled inside her. “Are you ok?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she moans. “Oh my god. Start moving.”

I pull out halfway and thrust back in, her hot pussy gripping me when I do. “God damn,” I breathe, watching her body move with mine as I thrust against her. My condom-covered dick slick with her juices. “Fuck,” I grunt. “You’re stretching so well for me, gorgeous.”

She moans again, meeting my thrusts, her ass jiggling with every slap of my skin against hers. I lean forward, gripping her throat and twist her neck to bring her mouth to mine. I need to kiss her, to see her. As much as I love this position, I want to look at her when she comes.

Fuck, I bet she’s so pretty when she comes.

“God, you feel so good,” I grunt, looking down at where I’m pushing inside of her. “So tight.” I squeeze my eyes closed, the feel of her too much to bear. “I’m struggling to hold on.”

“Are you going to be a two-pump chump?”

Her little remark makes me laugh when I lean over her, nipping at her ear, loving how she moans when I thrust deep inside of her. “I knew you’d be like this,” I admit. “Stubborn and bossy in bed.”

My hands grab onto her ass, clutching the soft skin rippling with each thrust. “You needed someone like me, didn’t you?” She moans again, burying her head into the mattress. “Someone that will fuck you into submission until that attitude of yours is nothing but a jumble of words begging me to let you come.”

“No,” she says in a breathy voice that turns me the fuck on.

“No?” I repeat. “Do you want me to stop then?”

The groan she lets out makes me chuckle, and when she looks behind her shoulders, her eyes are narrowed. “Are you saying you can’t do the job?”

She’s such a little tease. “Of course I can, gorgeous.” I run my hands over her plump, round ass. “If you beg.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Her eyes narrow even more.

I tut, pulling out of her halfway. “I don’t kid.” When I thrust back in, she lets out an urgent cry that makes her squeeze around me. “You want to come? Ask nicely.”

She shakes her head, whining into the bed. So stubborn. “I am not begging you.”

“Don’t act like your pussy doesn’t drip when I tell you what to do.” When she shakes her head, I let out a laugh, withdraw a few inches and push back into her, loving how she tightens around me, crying out into the pillow. “Come on,” I coax her. “I chased you, told you how much I wanted you.” I pull out all the way and tap my cock against her dripping wet pussy. “Now it’s your turn.” When I slide in again, it feels like heaven. I want to drag this out, I want to know she wants me as much as I’ve been craving her, but as soon as I’m deep inside her, I don’t give a fuck if she begs anymore. Hell, I’m close to begging her myself.

She shakes her head again but when I withdraw again, she caves, letting out another moan. “Fuck. Please,” she cries. “Please.” The plea from her lips sounds like a melody, my cock twitching inside of her. “Please make me come.”

If only she could see the smile on my face. “That wasn’t hard, was it?” She gasps when I give her another inch, whining for more. “I knew you could be good for me,” I murmur into her ear, my teeth grazing against her jaw.

When I grab onto her hips and shove my dick all the way inside of her, she throws her head back, meeting every thrust. “I’m so close,” she whimpers, dropping her head once again. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Shit, so am I.

I bunch her dress up around her midsection, wanting to watch me pound into her, her low breathy moans bringing me closer. The pleasure racking throughout my body, tingling in my balls the louder she gets.

My hand reaches out, covering her mouth. “Shhh,” I whisper in her ear. “We don’t want our best friends to know how nice you are when your pussy is filled with my cock, do we?”

She moans again, the sound muffled with my hand. “Yeah, you’re so nice to me now, Leila. Taking me so fucking well.” I grunt, thrusting in all the way, wanting deeper inside of her.

A soft bite hits my palm as she cries out, bumping her hips back. Her body melts into me as she comes, her pussy tightening around me when she does.

“Fuck,” I grunt, speeding up my thrusts until I spill myself into the condom inside of her. I keep thrusting, squeezing every drop of cum out of me, my breathless moans filling her ear.

She softens beneath me when she comes down from the high, and I lift myself off her, pulling out of her warmth, instantly wishing we could do it again.

I watch as she turns around, adjusting her dress to cover her, staring up at me with a hazy look in her eyes. Her breath comes out harsh and heavy as she calms down from the orgasm.

I pull the condom off my spent dick, tying it up and disposing of it. When I turn back around, Leila is off the bed, pulling her underwear back on and putting her shoes back on.

My brows furrow. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving,” she says, not looking back at me as she adjusts her hair in my mirror. “See you around.” She pulls the strap of her bag over her shoulder, trying to push past me.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Aiden,” she sighs, her eyes dropping to my dick that’s already hardening. Can’t blame me, just look at her. “I’m not really in the mood for another round.”

“No. That’s not what I meant. It’s past two in the morning, Leila. You’re not walking back home. Stay here tonight.” I grab my boxers, pulling them on.

“You mean,” she says her eyes narrowing at me, “with you? As in sleep in your bed?”

My lips twitch. “Yes?” Is that such a hard concept for her to grasp?

“No.” She’s already shaking her head. “No, that’s not a good idea. I’ll be fine. I’ll just get an Uber.” She tries pushing past me again, but I stand in front of her.

“Seriously, Leila. I won’t be able to sleep knowing you walked out of here alone in the middle of the night. Stay.”

Her eyes look past me to the bed that’s still made, the cover all rumpled. “Aiden,” she starts.

“Stay. Just for tonight.”

Her eyes narrow a little, brows knitted as she considers me, looking from me to the bed until she lets out a little sigh, taking off her bag. I shouldn’t be smiling, I know that, but it doesn’t stop me from doing just that when I watch her reach down to remove her shoes. I beat her to it, dropping down on one knee and wrap my hand around her ankle.

“I’m not five,” she tells me. “I can take off my own shoes.”

I snicker, running my hand up her long, smooth, tanned legs. Such a stubborn woman. Even after we just gave each other mind-blowing orgasms, she goes right back to defying me. “I know you can. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” These legs. I want them wrapped around my head next time.

I remove her shoes, setting them down beside the bed. “You want a t-shirt to sleep in?” I ask her. The image of her lying next to me in one of my t-shirts has me wishing she says yes.

“No,” she says instead. “I’ll be fine in this.”

I’m not going to push her. Not when I’ve already got her to sleep here. With me. In my bed.

I lift off my knee, towering over her and dip down to press a quick kiss against her lips. Her eyes widen when she realizes what I did, but before she can say anything, I take hold of her hand and pull her with me. “Let’s go to bed.