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

Leila

“I’m not done with you yet,” Aiden says, lifting off the bed. He brings his fingers that were just inside of me to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them and licking them clean. He lets out a low groan. “You tasted so good, gorgeous. Now my cock wants a taste.”

His hands tug at his boxers, pulling them down until his huge erection bobs free, already so hard and leaking. “Lie back for me,” he says, while stroking his dick, swiping a thumb over the tip.

I scoot back, lying flat and completely exposed to him. No one but Aiden has seen me this way, and even though I should be feeling self-conscious and trying to cover up, the way his eyes trace my body makes my core flutter with lust.

I watch as he walks over to my nightstand and grabs a condom, rips it open, and rolls it onto his cock. The candles glow behind him, making every move even hotter.

He approaches the edge of the bed again, and wraps his hand around my ankle, lifting my leg. “Holds your legs up,” he instructs, lust coating his voice.

I do as he says, lifting my legs and holding them up in the air. I should feel so embarrassed being spread open like this, but the way Aiden’s eyes darken, burning as he stares at all of me has me dissipating that embarrassment.

“Fuck,” he groans, fisting his cock again. “Hold it right there and let me get to work.” His knees hit the mattress, and he positions my legs onto his shoulders. I can’t see much with him covering me and my legs up in the air, but I feel his dick nudge my entrance. He curses under his breath when he starts to push in.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life which makes it a ton easier for him to slide inside of me. He stops halfway, allowing me to stretch around him, He gruffs out a breath once he knows I’ve adjusted, and pushes all the way in. The moan I let out is anything but attractive, it’s rough and dirty, desperate for him. His dick is so long and thick, fills me up so good.

“Shh,” he soothes, not moving inside of me. I shake my head, attempting to move my hips so I feel some sort of friction. “Stay still,” he warns, his hands firm on my hips. “Fuck, just let me feel you for a bit.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, the feel of him inside me building a need so strong I can’t take it anymore. “Aiden,” I whimper. “I need you to move.”

His hands grip my hips as he slides out and slams back inside of me with force. Yes. Fuck yes. “So fucking tight,” he grits out. His hands roam all over my body, feeling every ridge of my rolls, touching all over my stomach, making his way to my tits. He grunts, speeding up his movements. “You squeeze me so good.”

My hands run all over his shoulders and his back. Scars. I felt them. I’ve never seen them though. He’s always behind me when we have sex, I’ve never been able to touch him, but today I am and I felt scars on his skin.

I shake the thought away and move my hips, wanting him deeper. It’s not physically possible, he’ll rip me in half. Somehow, he understands what I need and leans forward, my legs painfully straight on his shoulders as he thrusts all the way to the hilt forcing a moan out of me.

The feeling is so intense, so consuming that I squeeze my eyes shut, my nails clawing at his back until he groans. “Oh, fuck yes. Mark me so everyone knows I’m yours.”

I let out a whimper at his words. We didn’t really talk about what would happen once tonight was over. He wants something I don’t know I can give him, no matter how much I want to.

I open my eyes, lifting my head. “You’re so deep.” My eyes drop to where we’re connected.

“You want to see, baby?” he asks, pulling back and lowering my legs, wrapping them around his waist. He stares down at where his dick is thrusting in and out of me. “You want to see how good we look together?” He pulls out all the way, slowly pushing back in. “You feel so good,” he groans. “So fucking good.”

I shake my head, the pleasure building in my core with every thrust. “I don’t remember it ever being this good,” I cry out.

“That’s because it’s me,” he says, grunting when he thrusts in again. “Because it’s us.”

Yes. I throw my head back and let myself get lost in him as the orgasm bursts through me.

“Oh shit, that’s going to make me come, Leila.” He speeds up, pounding into me, ripping away the last shred of control I had. He lets out a grunt when he comes, thrusting fast and deep until he’s completely drained.

He doesn’t pull out of me; he just leans in and presses his lips against mine, soft and slow while his hips thrust lazily, matching his kisses.

We didn’t just fuck. Whatever just happened… we just made love.