my lips against her ear. “Those shoes, they make me want to fuck you wearing nothing but whatever you have on under this dress and the shoes.”
“Really?” she questions, melting further back into my body.
“Yeah.” I take her weight, holding her up.
Looking over her shoulder, those gorgeous eyes of hers are hooded. “Promises, promises.”
“I’ll show you a promise or two.”
My arm loosens from around her neck. Using the momentum, I turn her around so she faces me. Bringing the cup to my lips, I finish off what’s left before tossing it in one of the trash cans we have sitting around. Reaching down, I grab her around the waist.
She screams, which causes attention to be focused on us. This is a rowdy group, raucous and wild since we have no little ears to hear or eyes to see. I haul her over my shoulder, smacking her ass when she kicks her feet slightly. I’ve known her long enough to realize it’s just for show, she loves what I’m doing.
There are cat calls and whistles as I carry her down the hallway.
“You didn’t have to do that.” She grips my shirt tightly. “I would have followed you anywhere.”
“Yeah I did.” I stop where I am, listening to make sure we’re alone. When I’m totally sure there’s no one who can either interrupt or hear us, I snake my hand up her thighs, in between her legs, and press against her core.
“Dalton,” she gasps.
Her panties are wet, her skin warm. “That all for me?”
“Yes,” she moans as I maneuver a finger into her channel. Her fingers dig into my back gripping my shirt, pulling it up when I use my thumb to tease her clit.
“You want me to take you back to the dorm, or you want me to take you right here?”
For a few moments she’s quiet, and I get the feeling she’s thinking over the proposition I’ve just given her. We’ve never been the couple to dip our toes in any type of exhibitionism, but I like having the option.
“The room,” she gasps when I withdraw my finger, then press back in again.
Either place would have been fine by me.
We barrel through the room, I kick the door closed with my foot, and throw her onto the bed. She moves up to her elbows, giving me a heated look I feel all the way down to my cock. Lifting one of her hands up, she uses her finger to gesture me toward her, and I know right then I’m done for.
Somehow in the middle of this memory, I’ve unbuttoned my jeans, pulled my cock out, and I’m jacking it like I haven’t in way too long. I’m hard, lost in the haze of the times I never realized would be ending.
Up and down my hand slides, gathering lubrication at the tip before bringing it all the way down to the base. Back up it moves again, and again, until my hips are fucking the air. I can’t seem to let go though, no matter how hard I try. My body is wound as tight as a guitar string, but I can’t seem to make myself go over the edge.
Closing my eyes again, I float back into the memory of our night of passion.
We’re standing up now, her in nothing but a black lace bra, panties and those damn shoes. I look at her, watching as I grasp my shirt, pulling it over my body. My gaze makes a feast of her supple skin, her nipples are poking through the lace, and I’d be lying if I said my hands at the metal clasp of my belt weren’t shaking. Acting nonchalant went out the window as soon as I saw what she had on underneath the dress. Grabbing Mandy by the arm, I pull her in front of me, pushing so that her back’s against the wall.
Typically there’s a height difference with us, but thanks to those shoes, it’s not here tonight. We’re eye-level with one another, and that just makes this hotter.
She presses her palms against the panel and waits for whatever I instruct her to do. It isn’t often she gives me free rein like this, but I’ll take it whenever she offers it.
“While I love this…” I wipe my finger over her lips before trailing it down her chin, throat, and chest. It catches in her bra, and I use my strength to pull it just so I can see the nipples begging for my mouth. “It’s covering