me two days ago how I was never the type who enjoyed falling asleep touching in bed. I didn’t mind sharing a bed with a chick. But with Tori, I actually got off just holding her. There was nothing uncomfortable about our positions. And even when one person changed, turning over, it was a seamless adjustment for the other to do the same in a position that would still have us touching.
Now, learning that her roommate wouldn’t be in tonight, did Tori think I would resist the opportunity to fall asleep with her underneath me? I thought the fuck not.
While she was in the bathroom, I asked, “You mind if I brush my teeth before you blow dry your hair?”
After a short pause, she muttered, “Oh—okay.”
Was I taking advantage? Yes. But I also knew the tomboy was comfortable enough with my annoying ass to tell me to fuck off, if she meant it.
So, yup. My ass was staying.
I felt him crawl over me to leave the bed. Last night, I made sure to give him the wall side of the bed in case Samantha decided to come in after all. At least then, I’d be the first person she saw and hopefully not a two-hundred plus pound hairy human. I rolled into the warmth of his spot, trying to chase the dream I was in.
I was successful, too, because the next thing I knew, his lips were on my shoulder then neck, smelling like mint. Ashton shifted me until I was on my back, his big hands lifting and spreading my legs. Just like last night at the pool, he pushed my panties to the side, and now his minty mouth cooled my sex. His tongue swiped wide and deep, pushing through my lips and licking my clit.
My body jerked at the point of contact. The seam of my mouth broke apart and I pinched my lips together, not wanting my funky ass morning breath to embarrass me. His thumbs drew circles on the back of my thighs, heavy breaths hit the bottom of my belly. At this hour, Ashton wasn’t my annoying peer, he was a hungry, grown-ass man. That should have scared me—normally would have scared the shit out of me—but Ashton had a way of making me feel like a grown-ass woman.
When my belly began to flip, moans pushed from my nose. My hands went to his head, and even that felt good against my fingertips. Ashton’s hair was thick, strong, and silky. The ends felt like bristles on my palms, creating another sensation. My mind and body were in the same place when he made me feel good like this. This wasn’t nasty; it was being accepted for all my weird ways, I thought. It was coming across someone—a guy—who saw me for more than my body.
I couldn’t take it anymore; the explosion was right there, and I took it. My whole body shook as I cried out as quietly as I could to not be heard by my neighbors, but as loud as I could to share with Ashton how good he made me feel.
When I was done, he kissed me right on my clit and hopped off the bed. I noticed he’d had on his sweat suit from last night, He pulled my panties off, peeling them down my legs, then wiped his face. Then Ashton put on his boots, pulled the hood over his head, and left my room.
I laid on my bed, still feeling the small quakes from my body.
“I believe when we have issues to arise, as we see here in this merger, one can ask himself could an acquisition have been the better option…”
The vibrating of my Blackberry broke my attention on Professor Jordan’s Strategy and Corporate Sustainability study session for the final exam.
Nabby: suit it and boot it
My dick twitched in a flash and began to swell at that unexpected demand.
Fuck.
My flight was in a few hours and she knew it. But damn… I had to find a way to make this happen.
Me: What time?
I beat the top of my pencil against my laptop fast and hard while waiting.
Nabby: 2?
My fingers tapped so fast, I couldn’t give a damn if Jordan called me out about it.
Me: I got you.
My attention to corporate sustainability took a major fucking nosedive.
Humming the words to the new song, “Torn,” from one of the girls who got kicked out of Destiny’s Child, I unlocked the door to my dorm. My plan was to use