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  She attacked my mouth with purpose, superheating my blood in moments as her impossibly tight but curvy body pressed against mine and she moaned into my mouth, running her hands across my shoulders and down my back.

  Reluctantly, I let myself be drawn back in, unable to resist the lure of the woman in my arms. I let my hands glide down her back until they cupped her ass, and I pulled her tightly against me. The intensity of her attentions sent blood flooding back to my cock, and it hardened in my jeans and pressed against her through the denim and the flimsy material of her dress.

  Addy moaned louder, shifting her hips back and forth to rub herself against me, gasping into my mouth at the sensation.

  She ran her hands through my hair and used her grip to pull my head to the side, exposing my neck to her greedy mouth.

  “Don’t think about it,” she breathed into my ear. “Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight. Just a one-time thing to relieve the tension, and then everything goes back to normal, okay?”

  How could I argue with that?

  There’s no way this could possibly backfire, right?

  It didn’t matter what the reasoning part of my brain said—the primal, alpha male had awoken from its slumber, and it called the shots.

  “Let’s get back to the apartment,” I growled.

  Addy disentangled herself, and we sped down the street. The final half-mile passed by quickly. Neither of us talked, instead trading looks and touches that spoke of the only thing on our minds.

  As we walked up to the house, reality intruded. The lights were on, but Nick was notorious for failing to turn them off when he left. He claimed it prevented break-ins. “Nick might be home,” I said. “I need to go in first to check. He was going out with some people from work tonight, and it’s still early, but he has work in the morning so he could be back already.”

  I didn’t want to even consider what would happen if my best friend and roommate found me in a compromising situation with his baby sister.

  Addy nodded. “Okay. I’ll wait here and hide if I hear anyone coming.”

  I unlocked the door and poked my head in. “Nick, you home, bro?”

  My voice echoed through the house, and there was no answer.

  I think his shoes are missing. Not at the front door, at least.

  The consequences were high enough that I ran through the house, poking my head into every room just to make sure before I went back downstairs and opened the front door.

  “We’re good.”

  That’s all the notice Addy needed. She rushed inside, but before she could jump at me again, I put out a hand to stop her. She slowed, head tilted to the side as she pouted.

  “What?”

  I didn’t answer verbally, but I shut the door and then backed her against the wall. I took her hands and lifted them above her head, pinning them there with one hand. Addy bit her lip as I let my gaze fully take her in for the first time that night with no shame or attempt to hide it.

  “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. Is that clear?”

  As I spoke, I brought my hand to her cheek and let it trace her jaw, then brush down the side of her neck. She shuddered, hips moving against nothing as though she couldn’t contain the arousal within her.

  She nodded slowly, her eyes wide and innocent. Addy had slept with high school boys. She had no idea what it was like to be with a real man.

  To really be fucked.

  “Good.”

  I followed my hand with my lips. Her neck was soft, the flesh sweet. Her breath rasped louder as I expertly used my lips and tongue to create a hot, wet sensation on her body.

  Her reactions made me long to go further. I couldn’t wait to taste all of her. But there would be time for that later.

  I stepped back. “Go up the stairs.”

  The staircase leading to the second floor was off the entryway, and she obeyed my command without question. I let her get a few steps ahead of me, watching her ass sway from side to side as she climbed the stairs, her black dress barely hiding the swell of her cheeks. The sight set my cock throbbing in my jeans, and I marveled at her tight young body once more.

  “Second door on your left,” I said once we got to the top of the stairs.

  Addy stood in the middle of my room, looking at me expectantly. I had no idea if she’d ever played a submissive role before, but she was a natural at it so far. She knew I was calling the shots.

  I touched the stereo system on my desk, and The Weeknd played from the speakers through the room, low and seductive.

  “Remove your clothes. As sexy as you can. Show me what you’ve got.”

  Addy hesitated, then nodded. She moved to the throbbing beats of the song, gyrating slowly from side to side. Her eyes never left mine until she spun around to show off her backside.

  Goddamn.

  As she moved her hips and rotated her body, her dress slipped lower and lower, exposing first the delectable breasts that sat high on her chest beneath a simple bra, then the tiny waist before slipping past her wide hips and perfect ass.

  Addy wore only a tiny, matching black bra and panty underneath the dress.

  “Like what you see?”

  That sultry voice was back, the one she’d used when whispering in my ear at the bar, asking me to guess who covered my eyes.

  “I don’t think it would be possible not to,” I said honestly. “You are a dream, Addy. Although there’s still more left to see.”

  In response to my words, she unhooked her bra from the front clasp, then let it fall to my floor.

  She teased me for almost the length of an entire song, letting me catch glimpses of the bottoms and sides of her breasts but never the full view, driving me crazy. I was about to order her to drop her arms when she finally did it herself.

  “Wow,” I breathed.

  I couldn’t muster anything else in the moment, and it wasn’t necessary. She could see the lust in my eyes, and she gave me an alluring look as she hooked her thumbs in her panties, continuing the tease as she lowered them enough to show her neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair before pulling them back up.

  She turned around and repeated the move from the rear, bending in half at the waist and peeling the panties down until they just barely remained in place over her pussy.

  “Goddamn it, Addy,” I said in a primal growl. “You are really going to get it.”

  “Good,” she said, her own voice husky. “That’s what I want. You wouldn’t believe how wet you’ve gotten me.”

  I could believe it. I could see the way her panties glistened.

  “Take those off, and then come here,” I said. “Your next task is to undress me.”

  Chapter 2

  ~Adeline~

  I had considered myself experienced for a high school girl coming to college. Not as much as the few girls who seemingly slept with every guy at school, but enough to know what I was doing.

  In the few dozen times I’d had sex, nothing came close to the experience so far with Landon, and he was still clothed. The way he ordered me around, exercising complete control over my body and my actions, sent me spiraling into a sodden, dripping mess. I’d never been more wet.

  It made me want to be a wanton slut for him. I just wanted to please him more than anything in the world.

  Being naked in front of my adolescent crush was a huge rush. He could see all of me, and he wasn’t shy about taking advantage of that fact. Like any woman, I had insecurities about my body, but they fell away under the voracious look in his eyes.

  I walked to him, eager to feel those muscles with no clothes in the way and even more eager to see what had made such an impressive bulge in his jeans at the bar. I was desperate to feel it, explore it, and please it.

  If this was only going to be a one night stand, I wanted to blow Landon’s mind. I needed to be the best he’s ever had and ever would have. He would dream of me for the rest of his life.

  First things first. I need to get him naked.

  When I rea
ched him, I wrapped my arms and one leg around him, pressing my nubile body into his, letting him feel my curves against him. At the same time, I could feel the hard muscles under his clothes, his body so much stronger and more developed than the boys I’d been with.

  With a slow, steady motion, I dragged my body down his, dropping an inch at a time until my knee was on the ground and my face pressed against his crotch. His hard cock strained against the fabric, and I kissed it as I slid my hands up under his shirt.

  I reversed the movement, climbing to my feet in a sinuous motion, taking his shirt up and off his head as I went, revealing the taut abs and hard-packed chest that filled his shirt so well.

  I kissed his chest, running my hands over his abs, marveling at the hard muscle and how perfect it was. As I worshipped his torso, my hands fell to his belt, pulling it loose before unbuttoning his jeans. Sending those to the floor, the only thing that remained was his boxer briefs.

  Landon had stood impassively this entire time, moving to assist me when necessary but otherwise letting me caress and play with his body, exploring it and satisfying myself. He gasped with a low groan as my hands played over the front of his underwear, tracing the outline of his cock, covering it with my palms and feeling its impressive length.

  It wasn’t all for his pleasure. Just feeling his member let me imagine what it would be like to take it into my hands for real, how it would feel to try to take it into my mouth, and what it would feel like when he pushed it inside me.

  I sank to my knees in front of Landon. It felt like the proper place to be, considering he had been ordering me around this entire time. He was the master tonight, and I was here to please him. Besides, I wanted to be as close as possible when I saw it for the first time.

  I tugged on his waistband, taking my time, going slowly so I could relish the moment. It was tortuous in the best possible way, building the anticipation for the reveal.

  By the time Landon’s cock sprang free of his boxer briefs, I was salivating. The shaft appeared first, bent down with the briefs, and it kept going and going and going until it finally burst free and almost hit me in the face. It came to a rest in front of me, standing proud of his body, and it was so long and thick that I gasped at the sight as my pussy clenched.

  “Oh, my God,” I breathed. I stared at it, reverent, until I couldn’t take it any longer. My hands rose almost of their own accord and wrapped loosely around the shaft. It filled them far more than any other dick I’d ever held.

  Landon’s groan reminded me that the monster was attached to an actual person.

  “How do you avoid killing girls with this thing?” I asked in wonder. “I think you might split me in half!”

  He looked down, his eyes hazy with lust. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

  I wasn’t going to back down now.

  The goal of being the best Landon’s ever had was still forefront in my mind, and I knew one of the best ways to achieve that.

  I eyed the cock in my hand, sizing it up, and then brought my head forward to give it a big lick on the underside. It jumped in my hand, and the groan that rolled through his body was music to my ears.

  Reading about sex was one of my favorite pastimes—I’d progressed far beyond Cosmo a long time ago. By most accounts, enthusiasm was the most important factor in what made a blowjob great.

  That wasn’t an issue.

  I licked, sucked, and wrapped my hands around his member as if my life depended on it. It gave me as much pleasure as it gave Landon, and my pussy only got wetter the longer I spent working over his cock and the louder the groans I coaxed from his body.

  It was such a wonder to heft and play with, and I didn’t have to feign my need for it.

  Landon’s reactions grew stronger and more forceful, and his hands fell to the back of my head—not pushing, but letting me know he was in charge no matter how weak I made his knees.

  I could sense how close he was getting, feeling the little shakes and vibrations that rolled through his body and signaled his impending climax. Before they could reach a peak, his hands in my hair tightened and pulled me off him. I strained forward to finish him, but he was too strong.

  “Not yet,” he growled. If his voice had been primal before, it was downright animalistic now, and the sound of his naked desire tore through my body and made me weak.

  Landon bent over and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me off the ground as though I were as light as a feather, holding me in his arms for only as long as it took to throw me onto the bed.

  He wasn’t far behind, prowling onto the bed like a lion on the hunt, and I was his prey.

  All it took was a little nudge on the inside of my thighs, and then he was over top of me, breathing over my hot sex, intimidating in his nearness.

  “You’re gorgeous,” Landon said. “I can’t wait to taste you. But I have a lot of teasing to do before that happens.”

  It sounded delightful and harrowing at the same time. I’d already been teased enough by serving him, and all I wanted was to feel his mouth on my pussy.

  “Come on, Landon. I can’t wait any longer. I’m so wet for you.”

  He kissed the inside of my thigh, only inches away from my lips. “I can see that.”

  I flushed, then gasped as he kissed even closer to his goal. “Yes…”

  The next moment, his fingers dug into the flesh of my thigh and dragged down toward my knee, his mouth following.

  For the next twenty minutes, Landon put my body through an experience unlike any I’d ever had. All the boys I’d had sex with in high school were too eager to rush into the main event. Foreplay had been a half-hearted fingering, and maybe a minute of oral if I was lucky. Landon took longer savoring my body than the longest sexual encounter I’d had.

  I didn’t think I could get hornier and more ready than I’d been kneeling before him, but I’d been wrong. So incredibly, delightfully wrong.

  “Please, Landon, please taste me,” I said. “I need to feel it. You’re driving me crazy.”

  I wasn’t exaggerating. Pulses of sensation sparked and tingled across the surface of my skin like I was hooked up to a live wire. I’d never been this close to orgasm without anyone touching me directly before—it felt like I could almost get there just from Landon’s breath on me and the way he made love to the sensitive skin on my upper hip.

  He looked up at me, his mouth twisted into a sly smile. “That’s a good start, but you need to work on your begging. Give me no other choice than to lick you.”

  “I need it so badly. Please make me come, Landon, please. I’ll do anything you want, anything at all. I just need to feel your mouth on me.”

  His mouth hovered above my pussy. I wanted so much to lift my hips up to his mouth, but I trembled as I held myself back. I’d promised to do things his way.

  “Call me sir,” he said, so close that even if I’d been blind and deaf, I could have felt his words and the way his low voice vibrated against me.

  “Please, sir,” I whimpered, breathless. “I’m yours. Take me.”

  The moment his tongue dropped to my delicate skin, I exploded.

  His skillful mastery of my body, building me up and making it impossible to think of anything outside of the moment, led to the most intense climax of my life with the barest of touches. My clit was throbbing from my arousal and the lack of contact, and as soon as his tongue gave it the gentlest of caresses, it shuddered and sent a shockwave through my body.

  “Oh, God,” I said under my breath, barely able to even get the words out. As Landon increased his pressure and my orgasm blossomed into its full glory, I got louder. “Oh, fuck! Landon, sir, oh, my God! Yes, keep doing that. Oh, fuck!”

  Words failed me then, my brain devoted to luxuriating in the pleasure that ran through my body and left me unable to think of anything else. It built in my core, reaching a crescendo and pulsing from there throughout the rest of my body, branching down my limbs and out to my fingertips, leaving them tingling as I thra
shed on the bed.

  Waves swelled and burst forth through my nerves, slowly losing intensity as I came down from the stratospheric heights my brother’s best friend had sent me.

  I lay back, enjoying the aftershocks as Landon stretched out beside me and kissed my neck.

  “That was incredible,” I said, pulling him to me and kissing him. He tasted like me, and it wasn’t long before his skilled mouth had me ready for more.

  He’d already destroyed all of my expectations for what sex could be, and his cock hadn’t even come close to my pussy. I needed to do the same thing to him.

  Taking the initiative, I pushed Landon onto his back and slid on top of him.

  ~Landon~

  Addy’s soft skin felt incredible as she straddled me while keeping her body pressed as fully against mine as she could.

  My best friend’s little sister had come on my tongue, writhing and twisting in the sexiest way I’d ever seen. It made me harder than I even wanted to admit to myself, and for a moment, I considered ending things there before we crossed the final line.

  She slid further down and shifted her hips, settling into place on top of me, bringing her pussy into full contact with my rock-hard cock.

  I groaned, and her eyes fluttered at the contact that felt so right physically but so wrong at the same time.

  That line of thinking died as soon as Addy pressed her pussy against my cock. She shifted her hips, spreading her wetness along my shaft, marking her territory and making us both breathless from the slippery ecstasy of the contact.

  “Addy,” I groaned, putting my hands on her hips, feeling the way she rocked on top of me. “This feels great, but I should grab a condom.”

  She ground harder against me. “I really don’t want to stop this long enough to do that, sir, and I hate the feeling. I trust you if you trust me.”

  It was a bad idea for many reasons. But the way she pressed her body against mine and gave a breathy moan into my ear destroyed any chance at using logic.

  “I want to feel you, sir,” she whispered, accompanied by another groan. “I need you inside me.”