Tutoring the Player (Campus Wallflowers #1)(47)

“And the second?”

“He was great. We had a lot in common, but he transferred at the end of the year.”

Her lips are warm and just as soft as the rest of her. I tug on her bottom lip until I feel her mouth curve into a smile.

“You have nice lips, sweet Daisy.”

“Thank you.” The words are quicker this time, and I reward her with another kiss and palm her ass in one hand.

“And a cute little ass.”

She laughs, body shaking, bringing her closer. “Thank you, I think.”

“Oh, it was definitely a compliment.” I roll on top of her.

She stares up at me, hair falling around her shoulders. I twist my finger around one strand.

“You have a great nose.” She lifts up to place the softest kiss on the bridge of my nose. It’s a move that, from anyone else, would feel silly.

“Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

I wait for more. I think I could soak up compliments from Daisy all day long and never get tired of it. I want her to see the good in me, even if it’s something as minor as a nose that’s never been broken.

The desire to kiss her again eventually makes me too impatient to see if there are other things that she likes about me. Or at least things she’ll admit. She likes kissing me, and the feeling is mutual.

My dick presses between her legs, and even between two layers of denim, she feels good. The longer we kiss, the more she starts to explore with her hands—up my side and down my back. The feel of her icy fingertips on my skin sets my insides on fire.

Eventually, when I’m so hard I can barely see straight, her hips rock up, needing more friction.

There is nothing I want more than to be inside of her. I want to fuck sweet Daisy so hard we bring the tree house crashing to the ground.

Rolling onto my side, I cup her through her jeans and press two fingers against her center. A shiver racks through her, and I swallow her whimpers.

I walk my fingers up to the button of her jeans. I swear my hands shake like it’s my first time shoving my hands down a girl’s pants. Daisy may not be a virgin, but she isn’t hooking up on the regular. She’s trusting me in a way she’s trusted few others.

Something silky greets me as I slide my hand down. I tear my mouth away and grin.

“Is something wrong?” she asks in a breathy pant.

I scoot down so I can kiss her at the top of her panty line. “No, sweet Daisy. Nothing wrong at all.”

I work her jeans over her hips and down her legs. She kicks off her shoes so I can free them from her completely. She raises up on her elbows. Desire and nerves play on her face.

“I’m nervous.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“God, no.” Her quick admission makes her laugh. She sits up and reaches for the band of my jeans.

While she unzips me, I pull my T-shirt over my head and then hers.

It’s no easy feat getting me out of my jeans in this small space, but with a little maneuvering and a whole lot of dedication to the task, I lay back down next to Daisy with only her silky panties and bra and my boxers between us.

I hold her face as I kiss away her nerves, then let my hand travel down her neck, over the valley of her breasts and her stomach, before resting on her upper thigh. I tease along the edge of her panties, finally sliding one finger underneath, then another.

She holds perfectly still until I brush the pad of my fingers along her slit. Her hips jump.

“If I come in like three seconds, should I be embarrassed and never show my face again?”

Chuckling, I push two fingers inside of her and drag my thumb along her clit.

She mutters something indecipherable under her breath.

“No, Daisy,” I whisper against the corner of her mouth. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. But if you come on my fingers in three seconds, my ego might not fit in this tree house.”

Her laughter is disguised under her whimpers as I glide in and out of her slick heat. My heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest.

It takes longer than three seconds, but her orgasm splinters through her in the most beautiful display. Her body arches and she kisses me like she needs the air from my lungs to survive.

As the last tremors die, she melts into the blanket.

“That was…” Her voice trails off. She smiles, eyes closed. “Thank you.”

Yeah, that was definitely a compliment.





20





DAISY





I wasn’t lying when I told Jordan that I wasn’t a virgin. Only once with my high school boyfriend, but with Jonathon, a physics major I dated last year, we had sex lots. Okay, not lots, but pretty often. He ended up transferring back home at the end of the year. It wasn’t exactly fireworks, but he was nice, and we had a lot in common.

So, while I haven’t had loads of sex with a ton of people, I’ve punched in my V card. With Jonathon, though, we didn’t do much else besides sex. Kissing led to undressing, and from there, it was pretty much straight to sex with maybe a boob squeeze or two for foreplay.

I didn’t even know enough to realize how I was missing out. And oh, how I was missing out. I can say now without a doubt that what Jordan did with just his fingers was a thousand times better than what Jonathon did while actually screwing me.