over her stomach, working my way up to her chest. I hold her eyes as long as possible until they begin to flicker closed. She remains nearly silent, but her crimson cheeks and the way her breathing falters assures me I’m doing everything right.
Lowering slightly, I run my lips over her jaw and bury my face into her neck, skimming the dip behind her ear with my tongue. The action makes her begin to quake slightly beneath me and as she lets out a whimper of pleasure, my shorts begin to tighten as my cock hardens instantly.
Turning her head, she looks up at me through hooded eyes, her gaze moving slowly from my eyes to my lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. When I start to massage her chest, she lets out a sigh and pulls me to her mouth. I kiss her deeply, resting between her thighs, my hips instinctively beginning to rock against hers.
Dipping my head forward, I run my tongue over her hard nipple, loving the way she begins to squirm beneath me. The movement does crazy things to my body and I can’t hold in the deep groan as the friction between us begins to build. I meant what I’d told her before, I’d never pressure her into anything she wasn’t ready for, but I was still a nineteen-year-old guy.
“Oh my God,” she gasps as I pull her nipple into my lips, lightly skimming it with my teeth.
Placing her hands on my jaw, she pulls me back to her mouth and kisses me hard. Caging her in with my arms, I feel her hands fall to my biceps for a minute before they fall away. Surprising me, she begins clumsily pushing her jeans down her tan legs, using her feet to help free her from the denim prison.
“Addie…” I start, a combination between complete shock and total arousal coursing through me.
I glance between us and see the tiny, light blue cotton panties she’s wearing are the only thing separating us now.
“I’m ready,” she tells me, her hazel eyes meeting mine and sending sparks through me.
“What?”
“I’m ready, Zeke,” she repeats, her voice soft and slightly slurred. “I want to have sex.”
Holy shit. I did not see that coming.
Addie
As his perfect indigo eyes take me in, an odd feeling of complete safety and overwhelming vulnerability courses through my veins. When what feels like an eternity passes without another word from him, the silence is more than I can take.
“Did you change your mind?” I ask, my voice low and nervous again. “I mean, I thought you wanted to?”
“I didn’t change my mind,” he says immediately, shaking his head. “I want to, I just…”
“What?” I cut him off.
“I really want to,” he says. “I just… Addie, you’re drunk and I’m not completely sure that I’m not a little drunk, too.”
“So what?” I counter. “I thought people had drunk sex all the time?”
“Yeah, they do, I just…” he starts, nodding slightly as he looks back down at my body. “Fuck! Addie, why’d you have to take your pants off?”
“How are we supposed to have sex if I don’t take them off?”
“We can’t,” he argues, letting out a groan as he moves off of me. “We can’t do this while we’re drunk, babe.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow, Addie,” he says, sitting back on his heels and rubbing his palms over his eyes. “I can’t take advantage of you.”
“You’re not taking advantage of me,” I argue. “How is it taking advantage if I’m telling you I want it, Zeke? Why the hell do you think I wanted to play drunk Battleship?”
“You planned that?” he snorts, his eyes dancing in amusement.
“Yes!” I shout. “I was nervous and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing!”
“Oh my God,” he says, struggling to suppress his quiet laughter. “Addie…”
“And now I’ve thrown myself at you and you’re turning me down like a total douchebag!” I accuse, moving my
Lowering slightly, I run my lips over her jaw and bury my face into her neck, skimming the dip behind her ear with my tongue. The action makes her begin to quake slightly beneath me and as she lets out a whimper of pleasure, my shorts begin to tighten as my cock hardens instantly.
Turning her head, she looks up at me through hooded eyes, her gaze moving slowly from my eyes to my lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. When I start to massage her chest, she lets out a sigh and pulls me to her mouth. I kiss her deeply, resting between her thighs, my hips instinctively beginning to rock against hers.
Dipping my head forward, I run my tongue over her hard nipple, loving the way she begins to squirm beneath me. The movement does crazy things to my body and I can’t hold in the deep groan as the friction between us begins to build. I meant what I’d told her before, I’d never pressure her into anything she wasn’t ready for, but I was still a nineteen-year-old guy.
“Oh my God,” she gasps as I pull her nipple into my lips, lightly skimming it with my teeth.
Placing her hands on my jaw, she pulls me back to her mouth and kisses me hard. Caging her in with my arms, I feel her hands fall to my biceps for a minute before they fall away. Surprising me, she begins clumsily pushing her jeans down her tan legs, using her feet to help free her from the denim prison.
“Addie…” I start, a combination between complete shock and total arousal coursing through me.
I glance between us and see the tiny, light blue cotton panties she’s wearing are the only thing separating us now.
“I’m ready,” she tells me, her hazel eyes meeting mine and sending sparks through me.
“What?”
“I’m ready, Zeke,” she repeats, her voice soft and slightly slurred. “I want to have sex.”
Holy shit. I did not see that coming.
Addie
As his perfect indigo eyes take me in, an odd feeling of complete safety and overwhelming vulnerability courses through my veins. When what feels like an eternity passes without another word from him, the silence is more than I can take.
“Did you change your mind?” I ask, my voice low and nervous again. “I mean, I thought you wanted to?”
“I didn’t change my mind,” he says immediately, shaking his head. “I want to, I just…”
“What?” I cut him off.
“I really want to,” he says. “I just… Addie, you’re drunk and I’m not completely sure that I’m not a little drunk, too.”
“So what?” I counter. “I thought people had drunk sex all the time?”
“Yeah, they do, I just…” he starts, nodding slightly as he looks back down at my body. “Fuck! Addie, why’d you have to take your pants off?”
“How are we supposed to have sex if I don’t take them off?”
“We can’t,” he argues, letting out a groan as he moves off of me. “We can’t do this while we’re drunk, babe.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow, Addie,” he says, sitting back on his heels and rubbing his palms over his eyes. “I can’t take advantage of you.”
“You’re not taking advantage of me,” I argue. “How is it taking advantage if I’m telling you I want it, Zeke? Why the hell do you think I wanted to play drunk Battleship?”
“You planned that?” he snorts, his eyes dancing in amusement.
“Yes!” I shout. “I was nervous and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing!”
“Oh my God,” he says, struggling to suppress his quiet laughter. “Addie…”
“And now I’ve thrown myself at you and you’re turning me down like a total douchebag!” I accuse, moving my
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