a rhythm, my body shaking from pleasure, his dick soaked from it, too. Then I felt his hand reach between us, grabbing the root of his dick. I felt its head at my opening, and then I was sinking down on him. It was a tight drop, but possible. I was so wet and he was so damn hard. No more rhythm, it was just me feeling him everywhere, remembering his size. The sounds he made on my tits turned me on and the feeling drove me crazy. I bounced and bounced, feeling every thick, pulsing inch of him.
His breaths were rough and heavy, nothing I’d ever heard from him before. But my own were crazy, too. All the senses on my body had…heightened. I felt super aware of how he smelled, the hungry licks of his tongue, the strong gripping of his hands on my hips to help me rock over him, the smooth dragging of my flesh over his. The pressure and pain combination had never been this good. Then my belly burst.
“Uh!” pushed from my open mouth.
“Shit!” Ashton’s back shot from the bed and he pulled me into a deep hug, plundering into me from beneath.
His mouth was on my neck, kissing, licking, and whispering words I could hardly hear.
“You…coming for me.”
The ringing in my ears wouldn’t let me hear much else. My hips moved faster, shoulders stiffened. And then the feeling slowed and I was lost, trying to figure out what had happened—and how I could get it to happen again. I was out of breath and confused. I knew I came, but it was so different from all the other times.
“Ashton…”
“Orgasm.” He kissed the bottom of my neck, just above the bone. “You had an orgasm from inside your vagina instead of outside. And you’re so goddamn sexy when you’re coming. You’re like a blooming flower.”
I was stuck again. No one had ever said nice things to me before, and nothing like that. To be honest, I didn’t know nice words could come from sex. This was all new to me.
“Come home with me,” he whispered, lips pecked mine as he continued to roll my hips over his swollen dick.
“When?”
I was too lost in the moment to comprehend much.
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? For Christmas break?” He nodded, the line appearing between his eyes again. “I don’t want to go home for break. You know what happened on Thanksgiving.”
“I’m not offering you a trip home. Fuck Millville. I’m begging you to spend the break with me.”
“The whole break?” This didn’t seem right. “I told you, I have to be back right after the New Year for training.”
“So do I, now. We can come back together.”
I thought about it. Where did the request come from?
“Why are you asking me at the last minute? The ticket is going to be hella expensive.”
“I’ve never asked you to worry about money when you’re doing something with me or, in this case, doing me a favor. Just say yes.”
“Ms. Wanda won’t want me in her place, especially while she’s gone.”
He kissed just beneath my ear before whispering, “I’m not going to Ms. Wanda’s apartment. I’m spending Christmas at my house.” His thumb moved to my clit, circling it. My belly began to heat up again. “With you.”
I rolled my hips again, this time without his help. Then I kissed Ashton’s soft lips, my fingers tangled in his beard. “Did you come?”
“I’m about to,” he whispered.
“Let me think about it while you do.”
He groaned, taking my mouth hard and fast.
When I stepped off the elevator of my dormitory, I was shocked to see someone sitting near my door. Mostly everyone left for winter break yesterday. Never mind that. Who was at my door? As I drew closer, I made out his height and was able to recognize who it was.
“Hey.” He stood to his feet nervously. “I—I was hoping I didn’t miss you.”
“Miss me?”
Paulie rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah. I’m about to leave for break. Just finished my last gig last night; a staff holiday party. I came to see if you needed a lift anywhere.”
My eyes grew big as hell. “A lift?”
He scoffed nervously, and a shy smile opened on his face. “Yeah. Just in case you were leaving today.”
“How did you know I was still on campus?”
“Security downstairs.”
I nodded, not knowing what to say.
“So?” He rubbed the back of his head again. “You need a ride?”
My head swung with no words prepared to speak. This was awkward.
“Ummm…”
“I must’ve beat you to