A Kiss Like This (26 page)

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers back. “You know, since we’re on the subject, I was kind of wondering something.”

“Hmmm?” I roll onto my back, pulling her with me, the crush of her naked breasts on my ribcage and her bare pussy rubbing against my thigh making my dick twitch.

She lays her head in the crook of my neck and my hand idly rubs her bare back. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

I chuckle, chest rumbling. “Are you serious?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, look at me. Fucked-up teeth, freakishly tall, pissed off all the time.”

“But that’s…
ridiculous
. Why would you say those things about yourself? Those are the things I like about you.”

My chest releases a low grumble in protest.

“Wow. That middle-school Sarah girl really did a number on you.” She laughs at her own joke.

I snort. “Whatever.
I
broke up with
her
…”

“Oh, that’s right—at the eighth grade Halloween dance.”

“Hell yeah. Who’s the bad-ass now?”

“Um. I’m going with Sarah Schroeder for barricading you in the middle-school bathroom like a boss.”

“The little she-devil.”

Abby taps her chin in thought. “I wonder what she’s doing now…”

“Probably emasculating her poor bastard of a boyfriend.”

Abby laughs softly, her hand disappearing under the covers and roaming over my tight abs. Pulling her hand back out, she gingerly lifts the bedcovers and peers underneath.

“What are you looking at?”

She gives her head a little shake and bites down on her lower lip. “I just haven’t really ever seen one up-close before.” She laughs, staring down at my hardening dick like it’s a museum exhibit. And not to brag, but it’s pretty damn impressive.

“It’s a little late to be curious, don’t you think?” Ignoring me, she continues ogling my groin. “Better knock it off or you’re going to get yourself in trouble,” I warn.

Abby manages to peel her eyes away and wiggles her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me. “Or maybe trouble is exactly what I’m looking for.”

“Aren’t you sore?” My hand trails down her stomach and I gently caress her inner thigh.

She looks sheepish. “Well… yeah. A little.”

Damn
.

“Well, then I hate to be the one saying this, but… maybe we should just go to sleep.” I look over at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s one.”

“Do you mind if I just sleep like this? I don’t feel like getting out of bed to hunt down my clothes.”

I stare down at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “Do I mind if you sleep naked? What the hell kind of a question is that?”

I slap her on the ass then reach over to flip the lamp off.

We settle in like we’ve been doing this for years.

CHAPTER 26

Abby

I don’t know what woke me first: the early morning sun shining through the blinds in Caleb’s bedroom
or
the hard erection pushing into my bare butt crack.

I stretch through a yawn as a large arm moves from where it had been resting on my naked waist, snakes slowly around my stomach and cups one breast while his thumb strokes the other. Yes. His hand is that big.

With his hard groin grinding into my backside, I can hardly resist giving my hips a little gyration, causing the hand on my breast to give it a squeeze, and hot breath caresses my neck.

“Is this going to be a thing?” I ask breathlessly.

He groans and continues massaging my breasts. “Mmm. What?”

“Us. Groping each other constantly like teenagers.”

“Fuck yeah.” His baritone voice is deep and gravely. “I hope so.”

“Oh!” I gasp as he pinches a nipple.

“Hockey players are horny bastards. Insatiable. Didn’t you know that?”

Horny. Bastards. Insatiable
. My cheeks flush.

His hand trails down my flat stomach, circles my belly button, and cups my vagina. “Um… uhhh… N-no…”

“Are you still sore?”

“I…”

“I love naked Abby in the morning.” His chest rumbles as he buries his face in my hair, his fingers sliding up and down the slit of my crotch. “I love naked Abby, period,” he repeats, humming in my ear. “So fucking sexy.”

“Language,” I chastise, my head tipping back. I can’t stop the flow of words spilling out of my mouth even though they’re not exactly romantic post-coital bedroom talk. “Watch your mouth.” He pushes a finger inside me while grinding into me from behind. “
Oh! Oh g-geez
…”

“Want to give the sex thing another try?” he whispers low into my ear. “Practice makes perfect. Besides,” he continues, planting a wet kiss on my neck. “It usually (kiss) lasts (kiss) longer (kiss) than (kiss) it did (kiss) last night.”

I bite down on my lower lip, trying to nod. “K.”

“K?”

“Yes.”

A relieved breath whooshes out of him and onto my bare shoulder. “Yes.”

Seriously.

I’ve gone from total virgin status to certifiable hussy in less than two weeks’ time. I don’t even think Cecelia got this much action when she started seeing Matthew, and they were in a committed relationship. Caleb and I are just…

Actually.

I don’t know what we are, or what our status is, but as I’m contemplating my questionable life choices while basking in a sexified stupor, I’m unceremoniously flipped onto my back. Caleb stares down at me, ten—no, twenty—kinds of sexy.

Tousled, shaggy hair. Piercing, smoky eyes. The hint of a beard surrounding his full lips and jaw. Sculpted upper body with a light dusting of chest hair.

My hair is fanned out on the pillow, my half-hooded eyes gaze up at him drowsily, and I’m not sure what picture I’m presenting, but judging by the way he’s devouring me with his eyes, he likes it.

He bends down and kisses me slowly before he reaches into his bedside table. A condom is rolled on, and now he’s slowly sliding into me for the second time in a matter of hours.

I’m still sore, but the barrier of my virginity is no longer there. When his hips begin a slow roll, I can do nothing but marvel at the incredible new sensation. He isn’t hitting any of my erogenous zones, but it actually feels…
good
.

Wait.

No. It’s starting to feel… better than good. Delicious? Amazing. Spectacular.

“Do you want to be on top?” His throaty request sends a shiver up my spine.

“Huh?” My head lolls on the pillow.

“Get on top.” He grips my ass like a vice and rolls us, groaning when I’m finally straddling him. “I read… somewhere… yeah
…
like that, baby… I read that girls…” he gulps then pauses, working my hips with his hands, pulling me over him back and forth, doing most of the work. “Shit… Abby…”

“Shhh,” I hiss at him. “Shut up.”

I’m trying to focus.

He squeezes his eyes closed and sighs, licking his lips in concentration as I move over him. “I read that girls have a better… chance… of having an orgasm… on… top.” He drags out the sentence between pants. “You feel… don’t stop
…
are you close?”

He read
what
somewhere? Why the hell is he still talking? I’m trying to have my first sex orgasm, for Christ’s sake.

I must have spat the words out loud, because he sputters out a startled laugh, his head rolling to the side before a guttural moan escapes his lips. I undulate my hips, finally finding a rhythm that works for both of us.

I lean forward and am rewarded with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss as Caleb’s talented fingers fan out precariously close to my back door—there’s no delicate way to say it—and I’m sorry, but that feels… it feels… s-so goooood.

Keep doing that th-thing… Yes, Caleb, right there, th-that spot… a little harder. Yes, like that… Deep, s-so deep. Are my toes actually curling? Why does this—oh shit, oh shit—feel so good? Oh! O-ohh… Uhhhhhh… Oh my god, I’m going to have an orgasm,
are the last intelligible thoughts I have before, well, having an orgasm.

“H-holy shit.” A puff of air leaves my throat at the ripple of pleasure shooting through my body. “Now you have me swearing.” I admonish myself as Caleb drives his hips upwards, immobilizes my hips with his giant hands, and impales himself deeper.

“Keep moving, baby. I’m gonna come,” Caleb demands with a rasping groan before his entire body tenses up with a hoarse, primal grunt. He pulses inside me a few times as his fingers slide to my shoulders, pulling me in for another kiss.

I sit up with him still inside me, gingerly stroking my fingers lovingly across his strong jaw and gazing down at him in satisfied wonderment.

And that’s…

Well.

That’s when the door flies open.

~ Caleb ~

“Dude. What the… fuck? Holy shit. Dude.” Cubby stands in the doorway as my bedroom door ricochets against the wall, staring down at the bed. “I didn’t know you had company, bro.”

“Get the fuck out, jackoff!” I roar as Abby chokes out a horrified squeak. She scrambles frantically for the blankets but is still impaled on my now flaccid dick, so it’s basically the most fucking awkward position I’ve ever had the misfortune to be in.

Her hands quickly cup her naked breasts, her face and neck turning red and covered with a bright rash.

“Wow, Showtime, she’s got a great rack.” Cubby’s eyes roam Abby’s creamy skin approvingly, and I all but throw her off me so I can climb out of bed and beat the ever-loving piss out of my roommate.

I look around for my pants, pointing furiously toward the door. “Get your fucking eyes off my girlfriend’s tits and get the fuck out, now.”

“Dude, I was giving her a compliment.” He continues to stand in the doorway, immobile, captivated by the free porno show. “I stopped by to see if you’re going to the rink tonight.”

Why is he still standing there?

I am seething through clenched teeth. “I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

Cubby’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. “Bro, why are you yelling? You’re the one who didn’t lock your door. How am I supposed to know you’re in here having sexual relations?”

Abby disappears beneath the covers, burrowing herself deep as another voice joins the party, chanting, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” over and over.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Miles halts next to Cubby, clearly on his way to the gym, keen eyes focused on the lump in my blankets. “You got someone in there with you, buddy? Don’t tell me. Let me guess…” He taps a finger on his chin. “Brielle from the Campus IT Help Desk?”

Arrogant prick.

“You idiot, it’s Abby. I caught them
boning
,” Cubby tells him matter-of-factly, like Miles is the idiot here.

“No shit it’s Abby.” Miles rolls his eyes. “I could hear him moaning her fucking name last night.” He gives me an appraising look and adjusts the duffle bag draped across his shoulder. “Good for you, man.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index fingers, and calmly exhale. “Close the door and get out.”

Miles ushers Cubby out into the hall, closing the door behind him. “You might want to check the lock next time, bro!” he yells from the other side of the door, giving the solid wood a few raps with his knuckle.

I sit on the edge of the bed, sheet wrapped around my waist, and fall back onto the bed, reaching behind me to tap the maniacally giggly lump in the center of my bed.

“You think that was
funny
?”

“No!” Her head pops out from under my white sheets, dark hair falling around her bare shoulders in sheets. “Th-this is hysterical l-laughter. I can’t h-help it. This only happens when I’m stressed out or terribly n-nervous.”

“Are you going to be okay? Do you… need anything?”

“No, I’ll be fine. It could have been worse, I guess.” Abby hiccups. “At least I didn’t start crying.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m going to pummel their faces in. But don’t worry, I’ll make it look like an accident.”

She blinks at me and leans forward, placing a kiss upside down on my Adam’s apple. “You should really go and… throw that
thing
out.”

“Oh shit!” I jump up and race naked to the bathroom.

I toss the condom in the garbage and rinse my hands, bracing both hands on the counter as I stare in the mirror at my reflection and take an inventory of myself that I haven’t done in a long time. Dark eyes that aren’t scowling, eyebrows relaxed, mouth in an upturned line for the first time in
fucking forever
.

For once, I feel carefree and young.

I run the sink again and splash cold water on my face, toweling off my neck and chest before wrapping a terrycloth bath towel around my narrow hips.

For the hell of it, I splash some cologne on my neck before walking back into my bedroom, and call me crazy, but I was fully expecting and hoping to see Abby still sprawled out in the center of my big bed.

Instead, she’s standing in my gray cotton tee shirt, next to my dresser, hand extended in front of her, two delicate fingers grasping her gold ring.

Oh shit. Oh fucking shit.

Her ring.

“What are you doing with this?” She holds it out high, eyebrows curved in a patronizing arch, bare foot tapping on my cold, hardwood floor. “Care to explain?” Her lips are pursed tight, and her other hand is on her hip.

“I…”

She stares at me impassively, waiting.

My palms go out in front of me, beseeching. “Abby, let me explain.”

Still nothing.

“I meant to give it back.”

“When, Caleb?” Tears form in the corner of her eyes, and she swipes them away angrily. “When you saw me pawing the ground on my hands and knees? Or when I told you about it that day you walked me home.
Answer
me.”

Shit. Sweet Abby is kind of scary.

And if she weren’t gearing up to chew my ass out, I’d applaud her for sticking up for herself.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Clearly not.” She stalks over to the chair where she stacked her clothes and begins angrily pulling on her jeans, one leg at a time, and muttering under her breath. She flops down, pulling on her shoes and zipping them both up the side. “Stupid little virgin. Way to fall for the big, angry,
lying
jockstrap.”

My hands shake as I hold them out, imploring. I am way out of my league with this one. “Have I ever been anything but honest with you?”