COLBY

The clear of a girl's throat finally gets my attention. Not that I wanted it. I pull away from Olivia and look up to see our friends watching with excited looks on their faces. Not that I like to have an audience when I'm making out with a girl. My girl. Olivia. Juliet. My Angel.

Miller stands in the back as he stares at us. He looked sad, but I think he knew deep down we had feelings for each other. I don't even want to know why he decided to kiss her, but I know everyone at this school dreams of her.

Their faces immediately go from excited to nervous. I furrow my eyebrows at them, confused. Olivia gasps, lets go of my hand, and backs away. At the same time, Sophie splashes a beer on my face. "You are such a fucking asshole, Jones!"

I wipe the beer from my eyes and stare at her. Is she wanting me to yell at her? Why is she still standing here? "Did that make you feel better?" I ask her, earning a snicker from our audience.

She stomps her foot and turns to Olivia, "You should be glad I didn't have a second one for you," she snarls at her.

Olivia laughs, crossing her arms, "I think you should go before you continue to embarrass yourself." Hell yeah, get her, Angel.

She huffs and points her finger at me, "Do not ever talk to me again." I wasn't planning on it. What was I even thinking? Cardboard box personality. With that, she walks away, and Olivia bursts out laughing.

"You think this is funny?" I say, turning towards her and grabbing her arm. She continues to laugh, "Okay. You asked for it." I begin to shake the beer out of my hair like a dog.

She squeals, squirming against my grasp, trying to escape, "Colby!"

"How adorable," I hear Crawford say from behind. He makes a gagging noise, and I glare at him, flipping him the bird.

I get most of my hair dried from the shakes and grin down at Olivia. She was the only thing in my world right now.

"I assume you're not going to take me back inside and dance with me," she says, eyeing my drenched dress shirt and pants.

"I think I would probably get kicked out."

She sighs, "Fine, but you owe me a dance another day."

"Yes, ma'am. Now, can I take you out of here and bring you to my place?"

"Hm, that sounds fun."

"Good," I say, wrapping my arm around her. I turn towards our friends, who watch us curiously, "Whatever you do, don't come back to the apartment." Olivia throws her head back, laughing.

"You don't got to tell me twice," Crawford says, spinning on his heel and heading back inside the building with Sadie.

Olivia and I began to walk down the street and headed back towards the apartments. It was a short walk back from campus where the event was held since the athletes live so close.

I felt almost different after she gave me an ultimatum. Like every fear I've ever had disappeared. Not that I feared getting a girlfriend, I just fear rejection. I don't want to get hurt. I told myself I had to put up with the stupid bullshit I started almost four years ago.

Now, I don't care. I found something I desperately wanted, and I'm not letting it go.

Olivia looks at me hungrily as we step into my bedroom. I begin unbuttoning my ruined shirt, "Should I just throw it away?" I ask, balling it up in my hands and sniffing it. Coors.

She snatches it out of my hand, "No. If you wash it now, it'll be fine. Here, give it to me," she snatches the shirt from my hand, "Take your pants off too."

"Straightforward. I like it," I say, undoing my belt and sliding the stained dress pants down my legs.

She takes them and walks into our laundry room. She starts a load and sticks the clothes in the wash. "Damn. If I knew all I had to do to get you to do my laundry was confess that I liked you, I would have done it a long time ago."

She rolls her eyes, "Shut it."

I take her in as she stands in front of me, still in her dress, all fixed up, as I'm only in my boxers. "I never told you that you look beautiful tonight, Angel."

She smiles, "I was wondering when you were going to tell me."

I run a hand through her curls, "Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I was preoccupied."

"Would you have even spoken to me tonight if I hadn't made you?"

I lick my lips. Does she really want the truth? "Honestly, probably not. I've been trying to distance myself from you, but it did not help at all. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I just wanted you to have someone better."

"Well, when I know what I want, I get it. Sorry about it," she says, blowing me a kiss and walking away into my bedroom.

She unstraps her heels and throws them into the corner. She makes her way to my dresser drawer and scrummages through it for, I'm assuming, a shirt to wear. She finds one she likes and looks back at me, "Unzip, please." So demanding, I love it.

I obey her, quickly unzipping the dress so it falls to the floor. Her body felt like silk under my fingers.

She slides the shirt over her body, letting it swallow her whole. "I need to go to my room," she says, staring out my window into hers.

"For what?"

"I need to take this makeup off. I also don't have pants on."

I snort, "I'm pretty sure that shirt covers everything but your perky little nipples." I reach for one, squeezing it before she swats my hand away.

I have an idea. "Where is it? I can grab it real quick for you." I'm already backed out of the room, headed towards the porch.

"You don't have to do that. I can go get it," she says.

I ignore her, already moving to swing my foot over the railing. "Angel, where is it at?"

She groans, "Fine. It's on my bathroom sink, the left side in the blue box. Just bring me one wipe."

I leap over to her porch, in only my boxers, swing my leg over the railing, and let myself inside her apartment. No one is here. I find her stupid singular wipe and march back outside with it. She's a professional at wasting time.

"Wait, can you grab me some clothes?" She asks as I move to swing my leg back over the railing.

"Yeah, right," I laugh, "you look perfect in my clothes."

"Colby," she whines.

"Olivia," I whine back. I leap back over to my porch, "Here," I say, handing her the wipe.

"Thanks. You're such a gentleman," she says, walking back inside and heading towards my bathroom, where I watch her take her makeup off. She's truly beautiful with and without it.

As soon as she throws it away, I pin her against the sink, "Alright. First order of business; take this off," I say, pulling the shirt up and off her body, tossing it into the floor. I reach into the shower and turn it on, letting it warm up, "We smell like beer."

"You smell like beer."

"I seem to remember you getting a little drop or two on you." I place my hands on her hips, letting her breasts push up against me as I bend down to lick her neck, "Yep. I can taste beer."

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, because of you, asshole."

"You're being naughty tonight. Do I need to give you a spanking?" My hands trail down to her thong, letting my fingers slip inside the waistband. I shove them down her legs, letting them fall at her feet.

Beautiful.

I snake my arms around her body to her ass, squeezing it and shoving her toward my groin. She gasps as my erection pushes up against her, her hands pressed against my chest. "You're the one who makes me naughty."

"Yeah?" I say, dropping my hands and pushing my boxers down my legs. Now, we were both naked. I bend down to grab the backs of her thighs and pick her up. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I love the feeling of how close we are right now.

I walk to the shower, push her against the wall, and aggressively kiss her as the water sprays above us. She kisses back with just as much force, her hands running through my wet hair. "Fuck, Angel," I mutter against her lips, letting her legs drop to the floor.

She smiles, "Are you gonna fuck me, Colby?"

"I think I've wasted enough time, haven't I?"

"Too much time."

I grin at her, grabbing my soap and lathering it on my body to get rid of the smell of beer. She watches my every move. I can't tell if she's nervous. Hell, I'm nervous.

"Come here," I tell her. She takes the step over to me and I pour more soap into my hand. She tenses as I begin to lather her with the soap, making sure that her breasts are squeaky clean. I watched her as my hand moved further down her body. She sucked in her breath when I made it to her belly button.

Fuck.

I looked into her eyes as my hand eased down to her pussy. She gasps when my fingers graze over her clit, parting her lips. Her fingers curl around my bicep for support when I begin to rub her clit, her head falling back in pleasure. "More," she begs.

"Look at me," I tell her, still only rubbing.

She tilts her head forward, flustered. I then shove two fingers inside, her back arching towards me at the sudden contact. Her mouth hangs open as I begin to push and pull my fingers inside her. "Colby," she moans, making my dick harder.

She squeezes my bicep when my fingers curl, letting me know she likes that. I begin to speed up the rhythm in the same place as she melts in my arms, "Don't stop," she begs, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, beginning to rub my thumb over her clit.

She's a moaning mess, tightening around my fingers. I drop to my knees, throw her leg over my shoulder, and immediately shove my tongue inside her. She almost loses balance, holding onto the shower wall for support. She moans my name again, and I love my name coming out of her mouth.

Working my fingers and tongue, I finally feel her clamping down again. "Come all over my face, baby," I tell her, then sucking on her clit. It does the trick, letting her orgasm flow into my mouth, loving every bit of it.

When her orgasm finally dies down, I stand back up, grinning down at her. She's flustered as she just stares at me. She breathes deeply a few times before finally saying, "Sorry. That made me forget how to speak."

I chuckle, "Did I make you speechless again, Angel?"

She bites her lip, "Say, why don't you do that again but with your cock?" She says, taking my erection in her hands.

She rubs her finger over the head, and I almost come then and there. Fuck. I'm three seconds from exploding with just her hands wrapped around my dick.

I shut the water off reaching for a towel for her and I. "You don't got to tell me twice," I say, drying off as quickly as possible.

We race to the bed, and I immediately roll on a condom as she jumps onto the bed, legs spread, waiting for me.

She had such a perfect pussy. It tasted as good as it looked.

I hover above her, kissing her as we settle in between each other. I eased my dick along her entrance, feeling the slickness already. She was ready for me. And I was more than ready.

I slowly entered her, watching her as I sunk deeper inside. She bites her lip in pleasure, her chest riding heavily before I slam home. She gasps at the suddenness, but I'm tired of being patient. I need her. "Fair warning, this might be quick."

She laughs, "As long as you promise to do it more than once."

"Trust me, Angel. We are going to go all night. You feel fucking perfect. Fuck." I pull out, already about to burst inside the condom. This is so embarrassing. I haven't had sex in what feels like forever. Since Faith. Since the two of us started hanging out.

After the moment passes, I reenter, beginning a rhythm. She grips my thighs as she begins to work on her end, her thrusts meeting mine. "That feels so good, Colby," she moans. This was already better than any other time I had sex. Faith wouldn't help. She lay there like a damn log. Then she'd complain after I finally finished, and she didn't.

Her breasts jiggling in front of my face made my mouth water. I can't resist the temptation. I bend down and take one in my mouth, sucking on it.

Olivia moans, "Colby, I'm so close."

She's soaking wet. Her pussy was glistening wetter and wetter every time I looked down at it. I sit down on my knees and pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her thighs. I begin to thrust harder inside her, the sounds of her high coming, "I'm coming," she moans loudly. I'm sure the entire street just heard her.

I'm not too far behind her. I push deeper inside her as the orgasm seeks out of me, letting us ride them out together.

I bend down and smile before kissing her. "Oh my God, Colby," she says when I pull away.

I chuckle, kissing her neck and pulling out of her, discarding the condom in my trashcan. Maybe I can finally stop fucking my hand now. Less tissues, more condoms.

I hop back in the bed and pull her towards me. "Angel, you got me wrapped around your damn finger with that pussy."

Her face heats, and she buries herself in my chest, "Please, you have a magical dick. I could cum by just looking at it."

"It's a match made in heaven," I tell her, kissing her forehead.