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  “Wait,” In an instant, it was gone as she pushed my hand away and sat up. “I’m sorry.”

  “Hey,” I rubbed my face and flopped down on my ass. “No. It’s okay. I’m sorry.” I was, although my cock was majorly confused. She hugged her knees to her chest. The t-shirt covered her. I peeked up at her. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m . . .”

  “We don’t have to do anything.”

  She gripped my hand. “No, I want to, but…”

  I scooted up and leaned against the headboard.

  “Can we talk about sex?” she asked. My cock went limp.

  “You want to talk?” I narrowed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall.

  “No,” She shook her head. “But can we anyway?”

  “I don’t understand,” I took her hand.

  “I never had a problem with sex before…” She paused. She didn’t want to say his name.

  “Duncan.”

  “Yeah,” Her eyes darted around. They finally settled on me. “I know, this is like completely unsexy, and I do want you. I’m just afraid.”

  “Afraid of what?” I asked.

  “Afraid you’re going to say something to turn me off or piss me off.”

  What did that asshole do to her?

  Chapter Eight

  Amerie

  He blinked and pulled a blanket over his lap. “Okay, let’s talk about it.”

  “You don’t want to hear this.” I didn’t want to talk about it. Brady was nothing like that dickhead. The make out moments we had shared fully clothed were hotter than the one time I found myself naked with Duncan Duperville. Brady was affectionate and attentive. The fire in his eyes and the hardness between his legs told me he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “No, I don’t, but not because I don’t want to talk about it,” He exhaled. “I just know it’s going to make me want to pound him and I’ve showed incredible restraint up to this point.”

  “Yeah, probably,” I sighed. “But I want you to understand where I’m coming from.”

  “I want to know everything about you. If this will help,” he held his hands palm up. “Then lay it on me.”

  “Okay, so the one time Duncan and I…” I couldn’t even say it. I leaned forward and gestured with my hand.

  “Got together.”

  “Yes. Thank you.” Why was I having such a hard time with this? I knew my hang ups were justified. “We were together, in my dorm room. Clothes off.” Brady grabbed my hands and sat them on his lap. He nodded for me to continue. “He was kissing me and reached down and shoved his hands between my legs.” I covered my face. “Is that TMI?”

  “You’re close, but go on.” His hands formed fists. I grabbed his hand with mine.

  “Okay, so, when he touched me, there was nothing arousing about it,” My face grew hot. “It was like he was checking the temperature of the water. I wasn’t a virgin, but he stuck his fingers in me, convinced I was ready, and then pulled them away like I was dirty or something. It was all really weird. When I tried to say something, I didn’t even get a word out before he said. ‘I’m not a foreplay kind of guy.’”

  “Classy.”

  “And, despite the warning bells going off in my head and how utterly turned off I was, I let him stick his little thing in me anyway.” I looked up to the ceiling. “Those five minutes…” I shuddered. “Stuck with me and messed with my head longer than I should have allowed. It’s like I lost my voice and I’m not sure why.” My eyes filled and I blinked to prevent the tears from falling.

  “Hey, it’s okay,” Brady released his fists and pulled me to him.

  I wasn’t sad, I was angry. Or so I thought. “When he was done, he rolled off me and walked into the bathroom.” The memory popped into my head of Duncan with his underwear still on, holding his little dick in his fist and scampering to the bathroom.

  I peeked up at Brady. The vein in his forehead threatened to pop and I rubbed it with my thumb.

  “‘I’m not a foreplay kind of guy,’” He repeated it as if the sentence didn’t make sense to him. He pulled my hand down. “Who the fuck says shit like that?” I shrugged. “And five minutes.” He shook his head. “He is such a fucking tool.”

  I nodded hard. “I’m not a frigid bitch, and I love sex.” I sat back against the headboard next to Brady. “But something about that night won’t get out of my head. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t stop him. I’ve never felt so powerless in my life, and it wasn’t him, really.”

  “Well…” Brady drew out the word.

  “Well, yeah, it was him, but it was just as much a mental paralysis on my part,” I rested my head on his shoulder. “I still don’t understand it.”

  I turned to face Brady. “I care about you, and I want to be with you, but I’m so afraid you’re going to say or do something stupid and make me not like you, and most guys are stupid.” I shook my head and hid my face in my hands. “I’m ridiculous, right?”

  “No,” He pulled my hands down. “You haven’t really sworn off men, you’re just scared of being disappointed.”

  “Or settling for less than I deserve.”

  “I get it.” He caressed my cheek and I leaned into his touch. “So how do you think you get past it?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Brady brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Maybe we should just sleep on it and talk about it tomorrow.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” He slid down. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”

  I scooted down and Brady spooned me from behind. His cock rubbed against my ass.

  “Babe,” He kissed my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. When we’re together, it will be great.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Well, I haven’t had any complaints so far.” He chuckled. I elbowed him in his perfect six pack abs. “Ouch.”

  “Smart ass.”

  “Close your eyes.” He squeezed me to him. I sighed and settled back into the warmth of his body pressed against mine. It was like sleeping on a cloud and being hugged by a teddy bear who smelled like spice and chocolate.

  I closed my eyes and images of his hands on me swam through my mind. I shifted and his cock twitched to life. It was impossible to ignore.

  My eyes popped open.

  “What’s wrong?” His breath hit the back of my neck and I shuddered.

  “I can’t sleep.” I pushed the covers off of me. The room suddenly grew hot. Or I was hot.

  “What do you do when you can’t sleep?” He kissed the side of my neck and I tilted my head back to look at him.

  “Masturbate,” His eyes grew wide. “While thinking of you.”

  The air grew thick with sexual tension. “Well, if you think it will help,” He winked. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  I swallowed and leaned back against his chest. I pulled my right arm into the sleeve of my t-shirt. Brady let out a low groan and kissed the sensitive skin below my ear. I squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple between my fingers.

  “Do you pull it hard?” he whispered in my ear.

  I pulled again. “Hard enough.” My voice came out low and breathy. I bit my lips and switched to the other breast.

  “Harder.” He groaned. I imagined it was his hands on me. He pulled up on the collar to see down my t-shirt.

  “What’s next?” His voice made my pussy spasm. I slid my hand down my stomach and through the patch of hair on my pussy. I pulled on it and moaned.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes.” I nodded. I slid a finger between my folds.

  “Show me how you touch yourself.” I ran two fingers through my folds and coated them with my juices. “Are you wet?”

  “So wet.”

  He groaned and bit my earlobe. I closed my eyes and laid my head back against him. “Spread your legs.” He pulled the t-shirt up. His hands rested on my stomach. I threw one of my legs over his and shifted to my back, my fingers working back
and forth through my pussy. I spread my lips apart.

  “Is your clit hard?” He rubbed my stomach as I nodded. I tapped on it with my middle finger and rubbed small circles.

  “Fuck, Amerie, you look so hot.”

  I whimpered and rubbed harder. His fingers flexed on my stomach.

  “Are you close?” he whispered again and licked the rim of my ear. “What takes you over you the top? Show me.”

  I looked back at him. “Help me.” I grabbed his hand and slid it between my legs.

  “Oh, fuck.” He groaned as his lips captured mine.

  Chapter Nine

  Brady

  She guided my fingers in how she liked to be touched, alternating between rubbing and pinching her clit.

  “Oh, my God, so good,” she moaned. I took over and slid my palm against her clit. The friction made her shudder against me. I pressed two fingers inside of her. Her tight pussy was so warm.

  “You are so wet,” I whispered against her lips and pushed my tongue in her mouth as I pushed my fingers farther inside of her. “So beautiful.” I rubbed my fingertips inside her and pulled out and rubbed her clit. Her legs shook and she dug her fingers into my forearms.

  “Please, don’t stop,” she whispered and kissed me back. A few seconds later, she clamped her legs together and her body stiffened. “Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpered and exploded. Her pussy creamed on my hand. I lightened my touch but continued to rub her clit. Her whole body shuddered before she relaxed her legs. She let out a desperate moan as if she didn’t want it to end.

  There would be plenty more where that came from if I had anything to say about it.

  She blinked and her eyes opened.

  I kissed her cheek. “Now you think you can get some sleep?”

  She giggled and leaned up and kissed me. She wrapped her hands around my neck and cuddled up against my side. A few minutes later, she was out.

  The meteor shower was pure torture. I wasn’t even sure of what I was looking at, because my cock wouldn’t allow me to focus on anything but it. Stupid dick.

  It was punishing me for not letting it come. It wasn’t like blue balls; it was like be careful or I’ll embarrass you in front of the whole school. It reminded me of a reoccurring dream I’d had where I showed up for a game naked.

  And Amerie was no help. Every time she kissed me, brushed up against me, hell, when the breeze caught her perfume and blew it in my face, I had to think of dead kittens and pinch myself hard to keep from whipping it out and jerking off in front of everyone. It would no longer be the night of the meteor shower, it would turn into the night Brady Hale got his rocks off at Thackeray Field. I gritted my teeth and got through the event.

  After saying goodbye to everyone, we walked back to her place. I shoved my hands in my pockets as we walked. She grabbed my bicep and my dick stood at attention. I walked fast, but she kept up. My goal was to get her home safe and sprint back to my dorm to rub one out before I exploded.

  “Thank you for doing that,” She stood in the doorway and beamed up at me. I loved the way she looked at me. “I know it wasn’t your thing.”

  “Naw, it was fun,” I leaned in and wrapped my hands around her waist. “I got to spend time with you.” I kissed her cheek and then her lips.

  She stood on her toes to get closer and deepen the kiss. Her mouth was warm and wet, like other parts of her.

  I grunted and pulled away. “I’d better go,” I stepped back. “I might get an hour before my —”

  Amerie stepped forward and grabbed my cock through my jeans. Words escaped me and I was strangely calmed. Until she squeezed.

  “Fuck, Amerie.” I stilled her hand. She walked backwards into her apartment with a sexy little grin playing across her lips. All I could do was follow.

  I barely had the door closed before clothes went flying. She pulled off her jacket with one hand while keeping her fingers wrapped around my cock. She shimmied out of her clothes. I pulled my shirt off. She let go and unbuttoned my jeans. I toed off my shoes and pushed my jeans and long johns down my legs.

  I reached down and lifted her into my arms. She crossed her legs around my waist. I walked us both to the living room and laid her down on the couch.

  “I don’t need foreplay,” She grabbed my cock and placed it at her entrance. “I want you inside of me.”

  I pulled back. If I didn’t slow down, I wouldn’t last five seconds, let alone five minutes.

  “Brady.” She whined and sat up.

  I pushed her down onto her back. “Slow down for me, babe.” I grabbed my jeans and fished a condom out of the back pocket. I wanted to feel her bare on my cock, but I had to be responsible, too. I took a few deep breaths. She leaned back and watched as I stroked my cock a few times.

  “Hello.” She snapped her fingers. I blinked and rolled the condom down my cock. “Are we doing this?” She grinned and rubbed the inside of my leg with her foot.

  “Yes, ma’am.” I leaned over and kissed her. I bit her lip and slid inside of her. I took it slow. I wanted it to last. Even through the condom, her pussy was tight and warm. I rocked my hips and kissed her, exploring her mouth as our hands roamed over each other. She settled her hands on my waist and pulled me down toward her. The bed would have made this more comfortable, but I would make do. I wasn’t about to pull out. Fuck comfort. I had to be inside of my girl. She offered me soft little pants as my rhythm increased. She rocked her hips to meet every thrust.

  It felt so good that my legs threatened to give out on me. All my energy was being redirected to my cock and the massive nut I was trying like hell to hold off.

  “Hold on.” She wrapped her arms around me. I lifted her up and knelt on the floor, bringing her to the edge of the couch. The height was perfect, and the angle took those pants into deep, sexy whimpers.

  “Come for me again,” Her pussy squeezed me so tight. I reached between us and rubbed her clit.

  “Oh, Brady,” My name on her lips almost did me in, but I held on a little while longer. When she came on my cock, her pussy squeezed me and threatened to never let me go. It was fine with me. I’d found my new happy place. She was more than I could have imagined. The torture was one hundred percent worth it.

  Chapter Ten

  Amerie

  I woke half hanging off the couch, but with Brady’s strong arms around me, I wasn’t going anywhere. A blanket had been spread over us.

  I stretched and blinked my eyes a few times until they stayed open. A faint beep had woken me. I lifted the blanket. I was naked underneath. I peeked over my shoulder and saw that Brady was asleep. His semi-hard cock poked me in the back. I peeled his arms away and carefully slid out from under him.

  I reached for my phone. Seven thirty. I had class in thirty minutes. I jumped in and out of the shower and got dressed. Brady had flopped onto his stomach, but was still out.

  I leaned over the back of the couch and kissed the back of his shoulder.

  “Brady,” I shook his shoulder. He grunted. “Baby, wake up.” I shook him harder.

  He lifted his head, then rolled back onto his back and opened one eye. “Hey,” He croaked and ran his tongue over his teeth.

  “Morning,” I rested my hand on his chest. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I’ve got to get to class.”

  “What time is it?” He lifted his head and then dropped it again.

  “Seven forty-five.”

  His eyes popped open. “Shit,” He sat up and rubbed his face. “I have a workout in fifteen minutes.”

  I picked up his shirt and handed it to him. He pulled his underwear and jeans on before standing up. He shoved his feet into his shoes and headed toward the bathroom.

  I laughed and went into the kitchen to make coffee.

  “Amerie,” Brady called me from the living room a few minutes later.

  “I’m in here.” I poured coffee in a travel mug and threw it in my backpack. Brady pushed through the swinging doors. His hair was a little more pushed down, but the rest o
f him was still a crinkled mess.

  He had a mischievous gleam in his eye as he strolled over to me and wrapped me in his arms. “I’ve got to go,” He kissed my neck and my cheek. “You good?” He leaned back.

  “I’m good.”

  He grinned and kissed me. His mouth tasted minty fresh.

  “You want some coffee?”

  “Naw,” He held me like he didn’t want to let me go.

  “Brady?” I patted his back.

  “Yeah,” He squeezed me tighter.

  “I’ve got to go to class,” He didn’t let go. “I’ll be here tonight, if you want to continue this then.”

  “Promise?” He kissed me and let go.

  “Promise.”

  He took my hand and led me toward the front door, then helped me put on my jacket. I pulled on my gloves and a hat while he shrugged into his own jacket. We stepped outside. The crisp air hit me and stole my breath. I turned to lock the door and Brady wrapped his arms around me again. I leaned back into him and inhaled.

  “You know you smell like sex?” I turned and smelled his neck.

  “You look like you just had sex,” He pinched my cheeks.

  “No I don’t,” I touched my cheeks. They were warm to the touch. “It’s just the wind.”

  He nodded and winked. We skipped down the steps and walked the block to campus. As we neared the quad, we stopped.

  Brady pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. I yawned. “Am I boring you?” He chuckled.

  “No, you kept me up all night.” I tilted my head to peer into his eyes. They were droopy with sleep.

  “I kept you up all night…” He narrowed his eyes. “I was fully prepared to go home when you grabbed my dick.”

  I shrugged and yawned again. “You shouldn’t be so sexy.”

  “I’ll try and tone it down.” Brady captured my lips in his and held me to him. “I’ll see you later.” He laid another kiss on my cheek and turned toward the sports complex. I watched him jog away then disappear around the next corner.