Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(17)

For the life of me I couldn’t remember her name.

Jennifer, Jenny, Jen something?

It’s not like I was looking to date her, take her to the goddamn prom, or God forbid, back home to meet my mama.

Her body shuddered beneath mine the harder I moved my fingers on her *. She was so f*cking wet, and I resisted the urge to bring my fingers up to my mouth to taste her. I claimed her mouth instead, mostly to drown out how f*cking loud she was. Not that it mattered how loud we got, the music from the party downstairs was blaring through the speakers below us.

“Right there,” she panted against my lips.

“Here?” I taunted, thrusting two fingers inside her.

One thing changed after that day on the dock with Alex almost a year ago. One very important thing.

I didn’t give a f*ck anymore.

Zero. Fucks. Given.

“Fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em,” was Dylan’s motto. I decided to adopt his attitude, and I swear to God it made my life so much easier. No stress, no drama, no worries. No more of the emotional bullshit and baggage that ran my life with Half-Pint and her good ol’ boys.

I did what I wanted. When I wanted. How I wanted.

If you didn’t like it…

You could go f*ck yourself.

Being a pansy-ass follower got me nowhere, and at least now I didn’t have to pretend to be something I wasn’t. I didn’t have to march in line with my dick tucked between my legs waiting for the boys to realize I was just like them. Proving to them…

I was.

I let myself go and enjoyed what life had to offer. I spent way too many years caring about what other people wanted, what other people thought, what other people expected. Years of pent-up frustration came coursing out of me.

I’d been caught inside of a wave for far too long. It was only a matter of time until I wiped out.

“Harder, faster,” she moaned, rotating her hips against my hand.

Her * got so damn tight as I f*cked her with my fingers. Her mouth parted letting a moan escape. Her soft, wet tongue peeked out, licking her lips, biting the bottom between her teeth. I took in her soft glow, her rosy cheeks, the subtle sweat pooling at her temples. Watching her tits bounce with each thrust of my hand, the way her back would curve each time I hit her sweet spot. Her hands fisted into the blankets beneath us and her body arched just slightly at the last second as she came all around my fingers.

My dick throbbed and my balls ached.

She smiled, opening her eyes. “Your turn.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded, pressing her hands against my chest to flip me over and straddle me. I assumed she was just going to suck my cock, so when she grabbed a condom from her purse, I pretended that I wasn’t taken aback. She unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans, followed by my boxers. My shirt was already off. My hard cock sprung free, smacking against my stomach.

“Wow,” she breathed out.

My dick twitched from the praise.

She seductively smirked as she slid her way down my body. Slowly kissing along my abs, only stopping when her face was just above my cock. She looked up at me through her lashes, grinning with glazed eyes and an allure I had only just witnessed. She slipped the head of my dick into her awaiting mouth, using her hand to work my shaft. I lay back with my fingers laced behind my head, watching with hooded eyes as she sucked my cock like she had something to prove, enjoying the sensation she stirred in my balls.

It was almost too much.

I gripped the back of her neck and pushed her head lower down my shaft until she gagged, making me groan from the vibration. She released my dick with a pop and tried to hand me the condom. I shook my head no. She understood my silent order and ripped it open with her teeth, sliding it down my length in one swift movement.

Crawling up my body in a slow, steady stride, she hovered above me, waiting in anticipation for my next move. I didn’t falter. Grabbing my cock, I angled it toward her opening and she effortlessly slid down. Her * was so f*cking tight. My eyes shut and my head fell back against the pillow, taking in the feeling of her warm heat wrapped around me. I clutched her hips, gliding her down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I growled, loud and hard.

“Jesus, you’re as big as some of the seniors. Are you sure you’re only a freshman?”

I ignored her stupid question. Leaning forward, I pulled her toward me by the nook of her neck, our lips collided, rough and eager. I sucked her tongue in my mouth when she started to ride the shit out of my cock. Back and forth, up and down, keeping a steady rhythm like a goddamn pro.

“Fuck… you feel good,” I groaned in between kissing her.

It fueled her desire to work me over harder and more aggressively, each sway of her calculated hips hitting every spot that drove me closer and closer to the edge of release. I couldn’t hold back any longer, it felt too f*cking good. I flipped us over, needing to control the movements before I blew my load in less than a few minutes.

She placed her legs on my shoulders. “Like that. It feels so much better like this,” she panted, mimicking my breathing.

I pounded the f*ck out of her tight, wet *, in and out.

Forcefully.

Urgently.

Demandingly.

I took what I needed, and she gave what she wanted.

“I’m going to come,” I huskily groaned.

“Me too, I’m almost there,” she moaned loudly.