COLBY

How do I tell her I want to kiss her again? I need to get her alone, but she seems adamant about sitting beside my roommates instead of me. I wonder if I scared her when flirting with her in front of Jayden.

I lean across the kitchen table as I watch them from afar. It's like she knows I'm watching her when her head snaps up to meet my gaze.

I want to leave and go to my room, but I don't. I want to stay here with her.

She looks at me with a curious face and walks over to me. "You bored?" I shrugged and watched as my roommates intensely watched the game on the TV. "You want to work on the play?"

"Might as well. It's our night, isn't it?"

She nods, and I follow her back to her bedroom. "I don't have my script."

"Right. Sorry, my brain is a little fogged," she laughs.

Shouts erupt from the living room, and she rolls her eyes. Should I invite her to my room? It'll be quiet there. "You want to go to my place? No one is there. Quiet."

She bites her lip, looking out the window at my bedroom before connecting our eyes. Fuck. Does she want me as bad as I want her? "Okay," she says, grabbing the script on her desk.

I follow her out the door and back into the living room, where no one notices we are gone. We slip out the door without a word and head to my place. The walk is silent, and I can hear my heart racing. Since when has a chick made me this nervous? I always take things by the balls, but with her, it's different. I don't want to fuck up.

"Where's your fourth roommate?" She asks as we step inside the silent house. The television is still on, playing a game.

I walk towards my bedroom, kicking the spare clothes that belong to my roommates out of the way, "Probably at the frat house."

She's hesitant to enter my room. She looked around curiously, and I almost punched myself when I noticed the bottle of lotion and tissues sitting next to my bed. Fuck. That's embarrassing. I wonder what she has inside the drawer of her nightstand.

She sits awkwardly on the edge of my bed, and I almost laugh. "You good?"

She looks everywhere but at my eyes, kicking her feet, "Yeah. I was expecting your room to be dirtier." She's cute when she lies. She's nervous I'm going to make a move on her. I will say she was bold with her move last night. It caught me off guard.

I take a step closer and cross my arms to stand in front of her, "Really?" She slowly raises her eyes as they travel up my body. She's checking me out. My dick's getting hard. Someone needs to make a move. I mean, I need to make a move. "There's a lot you don't know about me," I mock her words from earlier.

She smirks, her arms reaching behind her to hold her up. She's finally relaxing. "Then tell me about you, Colby." 

Oh, fuck. I love it when she says my name. I'd tell her anything she wanted to know about me. But first, I need to taste her. In a second, I'm moving, and I squeeze myself into her parted legs as I cup her jaw and kiss her. Her hands travel up my arms and wrap around my neck as she pulls me closer to her. The moment she parts her lips, our tongues begin to dance, and my dick twitches in excitement.

She moans when my hand travels down to her throat and slightly squeezes it. Fuck. It will be hard not to take her right here right now. Her hands explore my body, and I know she likes what she feels when she squeezes on my bicep.

Her kisses feel like a drug, and I can't get enough of them. My hands travel down her toned body, careful not to mess with her back.

When I feel something watching me, I pull away. She looks at me confused, and I turn to the window. She gasps and covers her mouth as her roommate and Crawford watch us make out through the window.

I smirk, walking towards the window, flip them the bird, and yank the curtain shut, just like she did the day I was watching her through the window.

I walk back to her to see what she wants to do. Does she want this to go further? I have her answer when she scoots higher up on my bed. Fuck. I kick my door shut and walk back towards her. I climb on the bed, bringing her on top of me as she connects our lips again.

She grinds against my cock, which takes me by surprise. I know she can feel it hardening against her. My hands find her ass, and I groan when I feel it in my hands. It feels as perfect as it looks. I wonder how much it'd jiggle when I fuck her from behind.

When her lips move to my neck, I almost lose it. "Fuck, Liv." She nibbles gently, careful not to leave marks so no questions would be asked. The entire team will know about her and me by midnight: Crawford and his loud mouth. Maybe for once, he thought before he spoke. Maybe Sadie kept his mouth shut.

She pulls away with a devious look. She bites her lip and stares at me on my lap, "That was fun." You have no fucking idea, Olivia.

She stopped for a reason. She didn't want it to go further. She doesn't sleep around.

My dick is hard as a rock, and she hasn't gotten off my lap. I squeeze her thighs gently, "Tell me what you need."

Is that a dick thing to say? To want her to want more?

"I don't know," she whispers, playing with the gold chain around my neck. "I don't usually do this. You just make me feel..." She trails off.

I make her feel. I'm the reason she's on top of me right now. I can make her feel more. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" I say, running my hands down her arms.

She bites her lip again, and I want to be the one sinking into her lip. "I think I'd enjoy that."

My dick twitches below, and I smirk as my hands slide under her shirt, "Trust me. You'll enjoy it." Her skin is soft against my calloused hands. She's tiny. My hands practically wrap around her.

I kiss her while I drag her shirt off her body, revealing her full breasts. I love that she hardly ever wears a bra. I slowly squeeze them while I admire her body, "You're fuckin ripped."  She was as toned as she could be. It had to be at least an eight-pack.

Her hands drop to the hem of my shirt, brushing over my dick, "Hm, let's compare." Fuck. She drags it up and over my head, throwing the shirt on the floor along with hers. Her hands feel my skin, and I almost moan at her touch. I swear I could come right now from her just touching me. Her fingers drag over my abs, and she wets her lips, "I think you have me beat."

I grab her breast and yank it to my mouth, and suck on her hard nipples, that are begging to be sucked. She moans, resting her hands on my shoulders as I graze my teeth over her nipples, slightly biting it, "Colby." Her head tilts back in satisfaction when I move to her other breast.

I love my name coming out of her mouth. No one ever calls me by that except my father. I think I'd get annoyed if she called me Jonesy right now.

I pull away, licking her neck before rolling her onto her back and hovering over her. My hand moves down to her shorts as I watch her to make sure she doesn't want me to stop.

"You wet for me, Angel?" I ask as I drag her shorts down and her panties with them.

She doesn't answer as my hand creeps up the inside of her thigh. I can feel her squirming at my touch. Good. She gasps when my finger touches her drenched pussy, her legs spreading open for me.

"Fuck, Olivia. Soaked," I groan, swirling my fingers in between her pussy's lips. "I wanted to touch you so bad the other night when I helped you put that damn thong on. I saw your glistening pussy, and I couldn't think straight for the rest of the night."

"Why didn't you?" She wraps her hand around my arm by her head.

"You were hurt, and I didn't want to be selfish."

"It's not selfish when I had to finger myself after you left." My God.

I plunged one finger inside her, and it was like I was in heaven. It was warm and tight, everything I'd imagined. Her moan tying it all together.

I pump my finger in and out as her breathing increases. I added a second finger, and I could feel her pussy clench against my fingers. She rides my hand as I watch her every move, ensuring she's enjoying it. I begin to rub her clit with my thumb, and she tenses, her nails biting into my arm, "Fuck, Colby. I'm about to-"

"Come for me, Angel," I tell her, quickening my pace. I feel her orgasm splay down my fingers, and her breathing slows down. I slowly pull my fingers out as she opens her eyes. I stick my fingers in my mouth to taste her while she watches me. God, she tastes sweet, like a mango. This girl is going to be the end of me.

I reach over to the nightstand, grab a tissue next to the lotion, and hand it to her. She eyes me curiously as I laugh, "Convenience is key."

She rolls her eyes, wipes herself clean, and throws it in the trashcan with my other tissues. How fucking awkward.

Her body was beautiful and curvy. I just wanted to run my hands down her silky, smooth skin.

She slides her underwear and shirt back on, looking up at me, "Thank you."

The ends of my lips curl at her words. Now that I've had a real conversation with her, she is the opposite of a devil. "I've never had a girl tell me thank you after giving her orgasm."

She sits back down on the bed, "It's the least I could do. I mean, you did a great job."

She lays down on the pillow and faces me. It's all I can do not to pull her closer to me. I cock my head at her, "What? No pointers?"

She laughs, "Let me come down from this high, and then I'll see if there's any more." She breathes and stares at my ceiling, "I don't want to read lines."

She shuts her eyes for a second, and I know she's sleepy. I wore her out. Is it bad that I don't want her to leave? I enjoy her company. She doesn't talk about baseball. She's an entirely different vibe. "I don't care if you go to sleep, Angel."

She sucks in her bottom lip and turns to look at me, "Well, maybe until they get back." Shit. I forgot about my roommates. Crawford. How he threw a party at her place. How he saw us making out. Is it bad that I don't even care?

"That's fine. I'm beat, too." It's almost midnight. Surely, they'd be back soon.