Page 63 of Spiral
“You taste so good,” he moans softly, his nose pressing against mine as he lifts me with one arm and pins me between the wall and his body.
“God, Henry–”
I groan breathily as he kisses down my neck, igniting a tingling feeling up my spine and between my legs.
“Please let me touch you,” he pleads, his breath hitching as his lips brush against my ear.
I nod my head urgently, my cheeks and chest growing hot and reddening.
He pauses for a moment, allowing his eyes to settle on my blushing cheeks. His lips are centimeters away from mine, still swollen from our kiss, and I feel the sensuous warmth of his breath as his gaze lingers on me.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, slowly pushing his hips into mine and allowing his erection to press against my pelvis. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
He doesn’t wait for my response as he urgently picks me up, thrusting me against the couch as he kneels between my open legs. A heated glimmer passes through his eyes as he catches sight of my red, lacy thong – a perfect match for the dress that has now ridden up to my hips.
“Watson could never do this,” Henry growls, his voice low and sultry.
“What, kiss me on the couch?” I tease, smirking at him as he lowers himself between my legs.
Why am I joking with him right now? Georgia, the man is a foot away from your pussy! Don’t screw this up!
“No,” he says, his tone sober. “Make you come on his tongue.”
He inches closer to the inside of my thigh and gently kisses it, his lips soft and moist. My breath stammers as his muscular hand grips onto my ass and desperately tugs me closer. In one swift motion, he tears my red panties down my legs and over his shoulder, sucking air sharply between his teeth as his eyes land on my naked pussy.
“I-I’ve never been able to cum like this before,” I stutter, gesturing slightly towards our position and becoming fully aware of just how exposed I am to him.
Him. Henry Anderson – captain of the TU football team, the man every girl wants. He’s here. With me. And I’m telling him that I’m about to disappoint both of us. So pathetic.
He smiles at me casually, his eyes shimmering with heat as they trail from my face down to my pussy in quick glances.
“I like a challenge.”
37 | Henry
I NEVER EXPECTED this to happen when Eleanor let me into their apartment earlier tonight. I knew Georgia was taunting me on that bull, but seeing Watson kiss her ignited a primal fury inside of me. I drove straight to Georgia’s apartment, banged on the door – scaring the shit out of Eleanor – and explained everything. She let me inside and dipped, hopeful that I could talk to Georgia when she returned home from Stetson’s, away from the crowded dance floor and that fucking creep, Watson. But the way Georgia looked at me the second she heard my voice from the front door… I knew she needed more than talking.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as she leans back against the couch, spreading her legs wider and giving me the perfect view of her pink pussy.
When I saw her in that red dress at Stetson’s, I realized that I’d rather die than never have the chance to taste her – and now I’m in her living room, pushing the satin fabric up her hips in a desperate attempt to see as much of her naked body as I can.
A throaty moan escapes her lips as she reaches two fingers down to her clit, caressing it gently and tilting her head back in ecstasy at the briefest touch. A soft smile curls at the edge of her swollen lips as she notices me watching her, my mouth agape.
I need her so fucking bad.
“Can I take this off of you?” I ask, my voice desperate and hoarse as I pinch the hem of her dress.
My throbbing dick stiffens even further in my jeans as my fingertip grazes against her exposed skin, shaking my breath and making me strain with need. She nods slightly, her pussy glistening in the low light as she plays with herself, taunting me.
“Georgia, I need a yes or no. Say you want me to take your dress off.”
“I want you to take my dress off, Henry,” she repeats seductively, her words slow as molasses.
God, I love how she says my name. But my name’s not the only thing I’d love to have in her mouth.
She sits up carefully, her emerald eyes half-lidded and sparkling with desire as she leans forward to kiss me. Her lips are sweet like strawberries, and I groan raggedly as she rakes her fingers through my hair, her grip drawing me forward until her pussy collides gently with the erection tenting my jeans.
“Fuck, Henry,” she whines, her hips beginning to slowly rock back and forth, creating friction between her clit and my aching dick.