Boarded by Love
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I grin as I look over at him, meeting his lazy gaze. “And I knew you were trouble.”
Kissing me again, he says, “The good kind of trouble, the kind that gives you multiple orgasms and feeds you.”
I giggle. “True, and I am kinda hungry.”
“Good, me too. Let’s go get Waffle House.”
I eye him and ask, “Why Waffle House?”
“’Cause it’s my favorite. Do you not like it?”
I’m breathless. It’s not every day you find someone whose favorite restaurant is Waffle House. It’s more of a drunk spot to eat at, but I love everything about it.
And so does Jude.
I just slept with Jude.
And we both love Waffle House and have just had unbelievable sex.
As I look into his eyes, he waits for my answer, and I can’t help but think that if he doesn’t want to see me after we eat, I could be a little heartbroken. Somehow, somewhere, sometime, I kinda developed some kind of hard-core, stupid crush on this guy who is nothing but trouble. A womanizing hockey player with a one-way ticket out of here. While I want to regret this, I can’t muster up the feeling.
All I feel is amazing.
And I want so much more.
Swallowing loudly at the realization that Jude has completely rocked my world, I bite into my lip before saying, “It’s my favorite, too.”
With a wink, he kisses my nose before slowly removing himself from my body. “Good, let’s get dressed and go, unless you want to cuddle or something.”
I smile as I sit up. “Do you cuddle, Hey Jude?”
He shoots me a grin. “No, but I will if you want to.”
I eye him as I ask, “Do you say that to all the girls you mess with?”
Disposing of the condom in the trash can by my desk, he shakes his head, looking back at me. “Nope, not a single one.”
He then comes to me and I watch his sexy, naked body move and flex with each step he takes. His legs are a thing of beauty, hockey legs, and the rest of his body is beautiful too. I’ve always been attracted to hot legs and abs. I love abs and Jude has abs on top of abs, just like Skylar said.
Reaching out, he takes my chin in his hand, tipping my head back to look at him. “Didn’t I tell you that you were a game changer?”
“You did, but I don’t know what that means,” I say, covering his hand with my own, while my other comes out to rest against his hip.
Grinning, he leans down, running his nose along mine before whispering, “Then I’ll have to show you.”
My body is still humming.
And as soon as my lips touch hers again, leaving isn’t an option. I have to have her again. Dragging my mouth from hers, I nibble down her jaw, her neck, before sucking and biting on her sweet, full tits. Her body is perfect. She has a sexy hourglass shape to her and it’s mouthwatering, causing me to hope my time with her never runs out. While she thinks her mole is ugly, I think it complements her body and turns me on as I run my nose along it, kissing each of her ribs before nibbling on her hip bone. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I suck in a deep breath from the sensation.
“I thought we were gonna eat?”
“Well, I’m gonna eat you, and then we can go,” I say before running my tongue up the slit of her perfect, glistening pussy. “That is, if you can walk.”
“So cocky,” she teases, and I grin as I run my tongue along her thigh. I’ve seen many girls naked, had a lot of them in my mouth, but there is something very pristine about Claire’s pussy. It’s beautiful, sweet, and bare. She has freckles that dust along the inside of her thighs and along her sweet folds. I want to trace each one with my tongue and get lost between her legs for the rest of my life.
I don’t know what happened in this dorm room, but I know I’ll never have enough of her.
Dipping my tongue inside her, I finger her entrance as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She squeals underneath me, her breathing so quick and fast as she digs her nails into my shoulders. Usually that’s a turnoff, but I love it when Claire does it. Sometimes, I think girls do it to mark me, but with Claire, I know she’s doing it out of pure ecstasy. Opening her folds, I suck her clit into my mouth, making her squirm before I start to fuck her ruthlessly with my tongue. I look at her, her hands gripping her sweet tits, her back arching as she bites into her lip to keep from screaming. I can’t wait to get her back to my place; there she can scream all she wants and no one can say anything.
Going faster, I quickly ignore the fact that I’ve never slept with a girl twice. The anticipation to do this all over again, to feel her sweet, tight pussy wrapped around my cock has my eyes crossing. I can’t wait, and I have no remorse in knowing that I’m giving up my lifestyle for this girl without even knowing what her favorite color is. I don’t care. I just want to be with her. When she suddenly screams out, her nails biting into my skin, I watch as she seizes up, my name falling from her lips as she shatters under my mouth.
It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
And everything I was just thinking is set in stone.
Claire Anderson is the girl for me.
Forty minutes later, I fall into the booth beside Claire, my arm coming up and around her shoulders to hold her closer. Her lips are swollen, her face pink, and she looks so damn good in her hoodie and leggings that she put on quickly so I wouldn’t have to wait. Not that I mind waiting. Her hair is in a mess on her head, and I want her to put it down. She’s so gorgeous when it’s framing her face and she’s coming, screaming my name.
Man, I’m in deep.
Running my nose along her temple, I tease her ear as she tries to look at the menu. She giggles, trying to pull away, but she isn’t trying hard enough. She likes it. She likes me. I know she does.
“You don’t know what you’re getting?”
She grins as she flips the menu over and then back. “Can’t seem to find a big serving of Hey Jude Sinclair – they must not carry it.”
I grin, nipping at her earlobe as I whisper, “I’m sure we can arrange some for dessert.”
Turning her head, she brushes her nose along mine, kissing my bottom lip before whispering, “What about after dessert?”
I pull back some, meeting her shy gaze. “I mean, if you want me for another go, I’m down, baby.”
She smiles as her face warms with color. “While, yes I do, I actually meant like tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.”