Spin The Bottle: A college romance (Campus Games Book 2)

Aiden

I can’t keep my hands off her.

I won’t lie and say I’ve tried. I haven’t. I don’t want to. I want to keep touching her until all my senses are consumed with her and only her. Until I can think of nothing else but this beautiful girl beside me.

That Uber ride was pure agony, not being able to touch her the whole time, having to keep my hands to myself knowing that if I didn’t, I’d be giving our poor driver a show he didn’t bargain for.

The elevator barely shuts when I grip her waist and pull her back into me, laying a kiss on the top of her head. She drops her head onto my chest and my hands hold on to her hips, when I brush her hair to one side, pressing my lips against the small black ink I love on her.

“You owe me an orgasm,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me when we walk out of the elevator.

I chuckle, grabbing hold of her hand and head down the hallway. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll make you come so many times, you won’t even remember your name when I’m done with you.”

Her breath hitches, lips parting slightly. I can’t wait to be inside of her, but I also don’t want to ruin the surprise, which is exactly why, as soon as the door shuts behind us, I grip her ass in my hands and lift her off the ground, wrapping her legs around me.

She gasps, pushing at my chest. “Aiden. Put me down.”

“No fucking way.” I love having her in my arms.

“I’m heavy.”

I let out a snort. She clearly hasn’t seen what I can do at the gym. “Leila, give me some credit. It’s not my fault you were with weak-ass boys before me.” I push through her bedroom door and drop her to her feet, turning her to face me so she doesn’t see what’s behind her just yet. My hands immediately grab her face, staring down at her, my thumb caressing her cheek as I look into my favorite pair of eyes.

I love you.

I want to tell her so bad. But knowing how reluctant she is on giving us a chance, I don’t know how that would go down. I lean in instead and kiss her. I just want one more day with her. If this is going to end with her rejecting me and breaking this off, then I want one more chance to kiss her, to make love to her, to just hold her in my arms.

“Happy birthday.” I twist her around and she gasps the minute she looks at her room. I wrap my arms around her from behind, bringing her back flush with my chest and rest my chin on top of her head.

Rose petals are scattered all over her bed, candles lit on her dresser and balloons resting on the ceiling. Damn, Gabi did a great job.

“What is this?” she asks, scanning the room. “How did you do this?”

I kiss the top of her head. “It’s your birthday present.” When I told her I’d make this night special, I wasn’t lying. “And Gabi helped.”

She turns around, brows knitted together. “Gabi?”

I shrug. “She already knows about us, right?”

A soft sigh leaves her lips which has me rethinking this whole decision. Does she hate it? “Aiden. I already told you I don’t need all this big stuff.”

I don’t need it either. All I could ever need is her, sitting around and doing face masks or teaching her how to play basketball. It’s all I will ever want, but what if Leila wants more? What if one day she wakes up and realizes I’m not enough for her? I will stop at nothing to make every one of her dreams and fantasies come true. No matter what it costs me.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she says.

I did. If I can’t tell her how much I love her, I can at least show her. I run my thumb over her soft cheek. “Do you like it?”

She grins, wrapping her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine. “I love it.”

“Good.” My hands grip her ass, pulling her into me. “Because I’m about to fuck every other guy out of your system.” Hearing about her first time almost killed me. I want her to have a re-do, to have a night where she’s not hiding and worrying about what she looks like and what the guy will think because I’m in love with every part of her and I’m also so attracted to her.

My lips press against her neck, every breathy moan from her making me rock hard. “Take off my shirt, gorgeous.”

Her hands drift from my neck, unbuttoning every button one by one, agonizingly slow while her eyes lock on mine. “Fuck it.” I rip the rest of my shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. I can’t control myself when it comes to her, that much is obvious.

I walk us to the edge of the bed and sit her down on the edge. My belt goes next, those soft green eyes hooding with lust as she looks up at me. She licks her lips sending a jolt of lust shooting down my spine. Fuck, I want her so bad.

My hand trails down her face, my thumb brushing against her lower lip. Those juicy, pink lips open, wrapping around my thumb. Her tongue swirls around the skin, sucking my finger like she would my dick. That mouth of hers. Pulling my thumb out of her mouth, I grip her chin. “Take me out, Leila.”

Her eyes never leave mine as she pulls my jeans off until I’m standing in my underwear.

Now it’s her turn.

I lay her flat on the bed and her breath starts to quicken when I play with the hem of her dress. This fucking dress. It looks so good on her, hugging every one of those curves I love so much. It’s been such a tease, this dress. It’s made an absolute mockery of my self-control the past hour.

“Do you trust me?” I look her in the eyes, wanting her trust, needing it more than anything. “I want to see every inch of your beautiful body. I want to see all of you, but I need to know if you trust me.”

Her heart beats with every move I make. I know how nervous she is, how much she struggles with exposing herself to someone. But I’m not just someone anymore. I want her to know that. Her lips part, letting out a shaky exhale and then she nods. That one small movement makes my heart skyrocket.

I lift the dress, slowly bunching it up in my hands as more and more of her skin is exposed. I swallow a groan. This woman is so sexy. Those thighs. It’s criminal that I haven’t had my head buried between them yet. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to taste her, and show her what I’ve been dying to do to her.

I run my hands over the soft skin of her stomach. Every dip, every curve of her skin making me eager to see her. I lift the fabric higher and higher, until I pull it off her, revealing her to me.

Fuck. Me.

The material falls onto the ground when I take it completely off, and a low groan rumbles at the back of my throat as I stare down at her on the bed, looking like a wet dream. Her soft, tanned stomach exposed, her breasts covered by a black lacy bra, and those lacy panties completely drenched from the earlier teasing at the restaurant. I wanted to tease her, play with her, make her lose control but holy hell, I was so close to coming in my pants like a teenager that it was embarrassing.

I lift myself onto my elbows, looking down at her. “You’re perfect.” I admire her body, her golden skin in nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric. “Fucking perfect.” I move down leaving a soft kiss on her stomach. Over and over again, I kiss the insecurities away, the harsh words of her mother, of other guys who didn’t deserve her. I kiss all the hatred away and fill it with love.

I kiss my way up to her covered breasts. I can’t wait to see all of her. My hands drift behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling down the straps until the material drops. I drop my head to her chest. “I’m going to die.” She laughs under me and I lift my head to look at her. “I’m serious.” I tilt my head. “You’re killing me.”

She palms my back, running her soft fingertips over my skin. When her smile drops and her eyes widen, I know she feels some of the scars, her fingers running over the same marred piece of skin, examining it.

I don’t give her time to say anything, I drop my head to her perky brown nipples, licking them, teasing her, driving her crazy. She starts to breathe heavy, her hips moving of their own accord. I palm one of her breasts, sucking her nipple into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the hard bud. “So pretty,” I murmur against her skin. “How wet are you, gorgeous?” I ask her, my hands drifting down her belly, getting closer to the sweet paradise between her legs.

“Bone dry.”

I lift my head, seeing her lips pressed together. She laughs when I narrow my eyes at her, but the sound dies in her throat when I graze my fingers along the drenched material covering her pussy. “God,” I groan, pulling the fabric to the side and slide my fingers along her slit. “You’re soaked. I can’t wait to eat you.”

Her breathing turns heavy, her head lifting to look at me. “Aiden,” she starts to protest, but I push her back down, covering her body with mine.

“You made me rush out of the restaurant to take care of this needy pussy,” I whisper, running my fingers along her slick folds. “Now let me have my dessert.”

I slide down her body, my knees pressing into the mattress as I grip her hips, pulling the hem of her underwear down her legs and throw it on the floor.

I stare at the spot between her legs, so wet, so ready for me. Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I wrap my hands around her legs, spreading them wider making her completely exposed to me. Fuck. Yes.

“Aiden.” My head snaps up, looking at Leila who’s sat up, propped up on her elbows, looking down at me. “No one’s ever… I’ve never…”

“I know.” No one’s ever seen her like this, no one’s ever tasted her. But that’s all about to change.

“Lie back.” I press my lips against her thighs. “Let me show you what I’ve been dying to do to you.”

Her head hits the mattress on a shaky breath when I leave an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thighs, barely touching her. This is going to be fun.

I press my lips to her thighs, my mouth getting closer to the place begging for me. When she groans, I give her what we both want and trace her folds with the tip of my tongue, letting it get coated in her arousal, the taste of her making me heady. It’s too fucking good. I can’t hold back anymore. I grip her hips, keeping her in place when a quick, hard lash of my tongue flicks her clit. She’s so responsive to everything I do, but down here, where no one’s ever been, after I spent the last half an hour teasing her, it’s out of this world.

The desperate, filthy noises she makes when I devour her has me eating her with fervor, licking and sucking her clit into my mouth. She throws her head back as she grinds against my mouth, getting lost in the pleasure.

Another sweet little whimper escapes her when I lick her all the way to her entrance, her pussy contracting around the tip of my tongue as I stuff it in there. “I know baby,” I murmur, attempting to soothe her, knowing how much I’m teasing her, driving her crazy, building up that pleasure inside of her. “You’re okay.” Her fingers bury themselves in my hair, wrapping around the short strands when I circle my middle finger around her sopping wet entrance, slipping it inside.

“Fuck,” I groan when she starts grinding against my face again, trying to increase the friction. “That’s it.” I twirl my tongue around her clit. “Come on my tongue, Leila. Right now.”

I wonder if she was holding back because as soon as the words come out of my mouth, she moans, loud enough to wake the dead, moving her hips against my face as I suck her into my mouth, the hot gush of liquid covering my finger and my face as she comes.

My dick scrapes against the mattress, letting her ride it out, ride my face until she’s satisfied. I promised her I’d make her come until she couldn’t remember her name, and that’s what I plan on doing.