One Hot Fall Term (Yardley College Chronicles Book1) Read Free

“Cosmopolitan’s last issue. Fifty Steamy Moves to Blow His Mind.”
    “Cosmo is that…uh…kinky?”
    “You have no idea,” I say.
    “Which move is that? Out of fifty?”
    I giggle. “Number 26. And the list gets way kinkier from there. I don’t even know if Forty-five is physically possible.” I’m joking to distract him, and his blond brows shoot up high.
    “What is it?”
    “Later, maybe I’ll show you.”
    He bends a bit and his lips take mine. I love how Ryan kisses. With no sex to shoot for—because getting me into bed wasn’t something he was hustling to do—Ryan would kiss me for hours. Endlessly. Just his mouth on mine, his tongue teasing mine, changing angles, changing the way our tongues play. Ryan turned kissing into something glorious—I never knew kisses could be like that. I’d discovered that kissing finished fast when a guy’s end game was sex. Then even the sex got reduced to mere minutes because most of the foreplay had already happened in the guy’s head.
    I have to fight to forget the past while I’m attempting to seduce Ryan, but I’m determined to do it. I don’t want to do what I always do—when I’m intimate with anyone I feel like I’m floating above me and the person, looking down and watching, but not feeling a thing.
    This is Ryan. I want to feel every moment of this.
    I slide my hands up to his wide shoulders. My fingers touch the amazing muscles that define his huge straight shoulders, the smaller ones that slope into his strong, gorgeous neck. His arms wrap around me and he lifts me off my feet. His heart pumps hard and I can feel that strong, pounding heartbeat where my breast is pressed tight to his chest.
    Up go my fingers to the strong line of his jaw. I cradle it, letting my fingers stroke the defined ridges of his cheekbones. Then I thread my fingers in the silkiness of his hair. I play like this while he makes my knees go wobbly as jelly.
    I want more.
    And I’ll only get it if I do something daring.
    This is our last weekend, maybe forever, and even if I scare him away, it will be worth it.
    I reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock. I’ve seen a few of these. Some big ones—on guys who are so proud of them they love to strut around when it’s hard, swinging it around. But size really doesn’t matter when it comes to pleasure. What does? Desire—maybe love. I wouldn’t know because even though I’ve slept with guys, I’ve never had an orgasm with one.
    Ryan’s cock is beautiful: straight, but with a slight list to the left. They always point a certain way. Ryan’s points toward his heart, I notice. His shaft fills my fist, getting so thick at the hilt my fingers barely meet around him. I slide my hand down, feeling the ridges of the veins, the way the velvet skin slides over the hardness underneath. I rub his prick along my palm, then I stroke my fingers in his thick, blond pubic hair, slide them up the shaft, and fondle the head, which is adorable. There’s a small brown spot, a sweet little freckle. Holding him at the base, I bend over and plant a kiss on the cute head of his prick.
    “Mia, what are you—oh god,” Ryan groans. My lips part and I take the head inside, sucking hard. My cheeks draw in. I want to stun him with this. I strum my tongue over the head, then, keeping up the tight pressure of my mouth, I plunge down on him, taking him in until I can’t do more. I’m about half way down his thick shaft.
    First I bob fast, giving him intense sensation. Then I go slowly, holding my lips tight to his satiny skin.
    He lets out a deep, hoarse moan. His legs shake. I plant my palms on his bare butt and suck him without using my hands. His skin tastes slightly salty, actually tastes warm, if that’s possible. He tastes so good. Fluid dribbles out of the head, touching my tongue. Slightly sour. I swallow it.
    “That was amazing. Would you—want to do more?” He asks it so hesitantly, looking hopeful. My heart tugs.
    Slowly I lower