17

STRIKER

How did I end up in her blanket, my arms wrapped around her, her hands slipped under my shirt, fingers clawing my back as we kissed like there was no tomorrow? I had no idea.

My thumb brushed along the side of her jaw, and I tilted my head, slanting my mouth to hers as I claimed her mouth in deep-suck on her tongue. The taste of the sweet flavor in her mouth intoxicated me. Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn’t. She consumed my senses.

I didn’t remember getting in her blanket or kissing her, but yeah, we were doing it. And having a hard-on never got this hard—it fucking hurt.

She did another dig of her fingers into the back. Her moan surrounded us. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her leg tightly wrapped around my waist as she thrust her hips, her core against my aching cock.

It felt so good.

We were burning, and we still had our clothes on. Our heartbeats were strong and steady as we thrust and moved our conjoined hips.

I had to be dreaming because things like th