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College Party Gone Right

... my nose against his before smashing my lips to his, thrusting my tongue in his mouth. Apparently he didn’t like being on bottom anymore, because he grabbed me behind the knee and flipped us over. He skimmed his hand up the back of my thigh, pushing his hand up the leg of my shorts and grabbing my ass. “Are you wearing a thong?” he asked, squeezing my ass cheek. I nodded, biting my lip. Nate groaned saying, “God damn it, take your shirt off.” I reached down, grabbing the hem of my shirt and whipping it over my head, revealing my bare torso. His back bent as he nuzzled against my collarbone and then slowly down across my breast. He ran his lips softly back and forth across my nipple. I ran my hand from his hair, down his back, bunching his shirt up, trying to remove it. He got the point, ripping it off and returning to my nipple, engulfing it in the warmth of his mouth. He had had to pull his hand out of my shorts when he took his shirt off and he was now using it to unbutton them. Nate’s tongue was lashing across my nipple, making me arch my back and now his hand was teasing at the edge of my shorts. Then he was using his teeth, nibbling against me. I pulled on his hair, pulling him up so that I could kiss him again, but when I had his lips above mine and I was about to kiss him, he avoided me with a smile. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Nate whispered. I could feel my face flushing. I didn’t want to say it. Not because I didn’t want to fuck him, but because I’m not sure ...

... anything like that had ever left my mouth. I rolled my hips upward, wanting his hand buried in my shorts and his lips on mine. I tried to distract him, running my hand down his chest and tickling through the trail of hair that led into his jeans. Before my hand could reach the waistband of the boxers above his jeans, he grabbed my hand, stopping me. “Say it.” I whimpered, prying my hand from his and changing the position so that I was holding his and guiding it so that it was flat against my stomach. “I want you to fuck me,” I said quietly, nipping at his bottom lip and sliding both of our hands into my shorts. “Who are you?” he murmured, kissing me ferociously. I left his hand in my shorts, taking mine and cupping him through his jeans. He was working me over my panties, pressing into my clit, my hips rising to meet him. My shorts were impeding his actions so he tried to get them off of me, but I was also busy trying to get his jeans out of my way, our hands knocking into each other. Nate growled, shoving my hands out of his way and pushing his pants off his hips, kicking them over the edge of the mattress. I did the same, tossing my shorts some place unknown. Nate flipped me over, yanking on my hips, pulling my ass in the air. “Close your legs and lay your face against the bed,” he instructed, running his large palm over my lower back. I slowly closed my legs so that my knees were touching then lowered my face so that my cheek was pressed to the mattress, leaving my center ...