Summer Fling (Players of Marycliff University Book 1) (15 page)

Abby nodded, and Lance moved in to kiss her again. His tongue swept past her lips, sliding against hers, teasing and tasting. His hands, like earlier, roamed down her back and gripped her ass once again. He pulled her tightly against him, grinding their hips together.
 

Her hands were trapped between them. She ran them over his chest, feeling the planes of his muscles, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt to pull herself closer.
 

One of Lance's hands traveled up to her back, sliding under the hem of her tank top, teasing the skin just under the waistband of her shorts. His fingers slid lower, sliding along the top of her ass, while his other hand kneaded her flesh through her clothes.
 

With a small sound of frustration in the back of his throat, Lance broke off the kiss. He led her the few steps to his bed, sitting down on the edge and positioning her between his legs.
 

Abby wasn't sure what he was doing. She stopped caring when he raised her shirt and began kissing her stomach, his tongue teasing along the edge of her belly button. Her hands went to his head, threading her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his mouth against her skin. She felt his hands slide up the backs of her thighs. He gripped her ass briefly before sliding around to the front. He made short work of unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, pulling back so he could look at her face and watch her reaction.
 

He didn't immediately push her shorts off her hips like Abby had expected. He left them hanging there, running his hands back around, caressing her waist and hips before finally sliding his hands under the fabric.
 

He groaned when he encountered bare skin. "Abby, are you wearing underwear?"

She licked her lips and nodded. "A thong." Her husky whisper matched his.

"Can I see?"

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Abby nodded. Lance let out his breath in relief. Before he could tug her shorts off, her hands were there pushing them past her hips. She kicked them to the side when they fell to her feet and stood in front of him in only her little turquoise tank top and a candy pink thong.
 

"Does the bra match?" He started pushing her top up so he could find out.

Abby chuckled, low and sexy, and shook her head. "No. I didn't know anyone would be seeing my underwear today, so I didn't bother to match them."

Lance stopped and stared at her. Before he could question why she didn't think he'd see her underwear, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. His breath caught in his throat, both at the sight of her and the fact that she'd just undressed for him. It seemed that kissing her was the best way to get her to relax.

He ran his hands up her sides so he could cup her breasts over the simple black bra. The satin felt smooth under his palms, but not as silky as her bare skin. "It might not match, but it looks nice enough to me."

Abby made a small sound of pleasure in her throat, whether at his touch or his words, he wasn't sure. Then she smiled. "Your turn."

He didn't understand what she meant at first, but she reached to his sides and started bunching his t-shirt in her hands. Catching on, he released his hold on her and lifted his arms so she could pull his shirt off. Not only did she undress herself, but now she was undressing him. He could get used to this side of Abby. Her nervous uncertainty was cute, but confident and sexy Abby was a huge turn on.
 

She tossed his t-shirt toward the closet to join the pile of dirty clothes. He stood and undid his belt and the button and fly on his shorts, his eyes never leaving hers. She moved back when he stood, but stepped into him again after he undid his shorts. She ran her hands over his abs and up his pecs, before coming down his sides, her touch light enough that it almost tickled the sensitive skin over his ribs. She pushed his shorts down so that they dropped off his hips, the weight of his keys and the wallet in his pockets making it easy for gravity to do most of the work.
 

Lance reached behind Abby's head and gently worked loose the elastic holding her hair in a ponytail, tossing it onto the bedside table. She looked cute with the ponytail, but he wanted to be able to run his fingers through her hair and watch it tumble around her face, her lips pink and swollen from his kisses.
 

He ran his hands through her hair, fluffing it out. She winced when he got caught in a tangle, catching his wrist to stop him and untangle it. He grinned down at her while she unwrapped the hair caught on his fingers. "Sorry."

Once his hand was unstuck, he dove back into her hair, cupping her head and taking her mouth in another kiss. She melted into him. He loved how she did that. Her body went all soft and boneless, and it was even better with his shirt off so he could feel the softness of her breasts pushing against his chest. But what he craved was to feel her skin against his like he had the night before.
 

He snaked his other hand around her waist, stroking the bare flesh of her ass, then moving higher, caressing the small of her back, the column of her spine, and running a finger under the band of her bra. "Can we take this off?" he murmured against her lips.
 

He felt her try to move her head, but his hand prevented much movement. "Okay," she breathed into him and fixed her mouth to his once more. With a pinch and a tug, he undid the hooks holding her bra closed. He slid the straps off her shoulders and she slipped her arms out, the cups still trapped over her breasts by the press of her body against his.
 

Lance broke the kiss and sat down again, letting the bra fall to the floor. Pulling Abby against him once more, he cupped her breasts with his hands and nuzzled the skin between them. He nipped playfully at each breast, soothing the sting with a kiss, enjoying the sound of her sharp intake of breath as he played with her.
 

He ran his hands down her sides, tracing her curves until he came to her thighs. He urged her forward, and she climbed onto his lap, her hands on his shoulders and one knee next to each of his hips before settling onto his thighs. He dragged her closer, his hands on her hips grinding her down against his cock, only the thin fabric of his boxers and her panties keeping him from feeling her skin where he wanted to the most.
 

Abby rocked her hips against him. He resisted the urge to just toss her on the bed and bury himself inside her, knowing how much better it would be to draw it out. Wanting to make it good for her as well as for himself.
 

Instead he lay back, his legs still hanging off the edge of the bed, Abby sprawled full-length on his chest. She sat up, still straddling him, her hands on his chest for balance. He ran his hands all over her torso, and smiled when she threw her head back in obvious enjoyment. She gasped when he leaned up to capture one of her nipples with his mouth, alternately flicking it with his tongue and then sucking. He switched to the other side, and she melted into him again, allowing him to lay back down and bring her with them.

He rolled them both over so he could keep her where he wanted her. He didn't want her to break away and sit up. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to feel her tongue sliding against his, and get her to make those little breathless sounds again when he bit her ear and kissed the delicate skin just below it. He wanted to hear her gasp as he rasped his teeth against the hardened points of her nipples before soothing them with his lips and his tongue. He wanted to taste her everywhere. And he couldn't do that as easily with her on top of him.

He placed her hands over her head, stretching her out full-length, still lying perpendicular on the bed. He cupped her hands around the opposite edge of the bed. "Leave these here, okay?" She nodded and he kissed her again, letting his hands trail down her arms to cup the sides of her breasts once more.
 

Beginning at her mouth, he worked his way down her body, his hands blazing a trail for his mouth and tongue to follow. He paused at her breasts, lavishing them with attention once again, then her belly button.
 

She fidgeted when he let his tongue dance in the hollows of her hipbones. "That tickles," she breathed. He smiled against her skin and did it on the other side.
 

He knelt on the floor next to her feet, where they dangled off the edge of the bed. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, spreading them slightly. He let the backs of his fingers caress her sex, feeling dampness through the fabric of her thong. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, dragging it down her legs inch by inch, the gusset coming away last, giving way to his gentle but insistent pull. Now she was completely bare to him for the first time.
 

Lance ran his hands up her inner thighs once more, spreading her legs further, making room for him between them. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him. He nuzzled the soft skin at the juncture where her thighs met her torso until she squirmed. He dropped light kisses on each thigh before thumbing her open and getting the taste he'd been wanting since she wore his Superman t-shirt that first night.
 

He licked her slowly at first, dragging his tongue up her slit over and over, gauging her arousal by the juices he collected with his mouth. When he began to focus his attention directly on her clit, he felt her shudder in response. He sucked her in and hummed lightly and her hips arched into him.
 

As he continued, he heard her breath grow faster, shallower. One hand landed on his head, gripping him by the hair, holding him in place. He heard muffled cries as she came. He licked her slowly to draw out her orgasm, but a fierce tug on his hair pulled his head away and stopped him.

Abby gave another gentle tug. "I need you inside me right now." He just smiled and licked her again, and she let out a keening moan in response. He stood up, pushing his boxers down at the same time he tried to reach for the drawer on his bedside table. Trying to do both things at once meant he was doing them one handed, and the waistband of his boxers got hung up on his cock.
 

He heard a giggle. Then Abby was reaching for him, untangling him and pushing the boxers out of the way. He tore open the packet and quickly rolled the condom on before gathering Abby to him, this time with her head on the pillows. He positioned himself between her legs, and hooked one of her legs over his elbow. He leaned down to kiss her and entered her in one thrust.
 

His eyes almost rolled back in his head from the pleasure of finally getting inside her. She was so wet and so tight and it felt like heaven. He started slow, grinding into her each time he bottomed out. Abby met him thrust for thrust, her back arching and her hips rocking against him. He gauged his pace from her breathing—as it grew faster, so did he, angling himself just right to cause her the most pleasure.
 

This time when she came, he swallowed her cries in his mouth, the convulsive clenching of her muscles sending him into his own release.

* * *

Abby woke up the next morning to the sound of soft snoring behind her, an arm wrapped around her middle, and a warm body pressed against her from behind. The blackout curtains in Lance's room kept it perpetually dark, so she had no idea what time it was.
 

She reached for her phone to check the time, blinking at the sudden brightness. It wasn't even six yet. She snuggled back into Lance and tried to let his even breathing lull her back to sleep, but it wasn't working. Her brain was going over the events of the night before.

After leaving her boneless and satisfied, they'd spent the rest of the night lounging naked in Lance's room, talking and touching until they fell asleep.
 

Her brain had been too muddled by her orgasms to allow her to think about the implications of what had happened between them. She hadn't really planned on having sex with Lance last night, though she'd been pretty sure he wanted to from the moment he asked her to spend the night. And the kiss he'd given her to convince her had pretty much confirmed it.
 

The problem was that she didn't want to get too involved since he was leaving in less than two months. Part of her hoped that he just saw her as a challenge, and now that they'd had sex, he'd drop her like he did everyone else. That would make it easier, for him to just end it now before anyone could get attached.
 

She gave herself a mental shake. She knew he was leaving, but spending time with him was fun. She just wouldn't let herself get attached. She was a college student having the requisite summer fling. It wouldn't—couldn't—last, and that was fine. That's what she wanted.
 

Lance would leave in August to go back to Texas. She would start her next semester, balancing school, work, and taking care of her mom. Right now she would just enjoy herself, and she would have a fond memory to look back on come fall.

The arm around her middle tightened. Lance kissed her behind her ear and ground his erection against her ass. "What's wrong?"

Abby pushed back in encouragement. "What do you mean?"

She felt his smile against her shoulder. "You're huffing and sighing and fidgeting."

"Just thinking."

He guided her so that she turned around, the fronts of their bodies pressed against each other. "About?"

She ran her hand up his arm to his shoulder and back down. "Nothing really. Us."

He gave her a soft kiss. "Us? Anything I should know about?"

Abby shook her head, and then realized he couldn't see her in the dark. "No."

Lance didn't say anything or give any response, he just held her for a moment. Then he kissed her again, soft still, but lingering. He rolled her under him, kissing her deeply and settling himself between her thighs. She could feel his shaft pressing against her sex, rubbing against her clitoris.
 

After a moment he broke their kiss, fumbling for his phone on the nightstand. He checked the time, then pulled out a condom by the phone's dim glow.