Looking for Trouble (Nashville U Book 1) (12 page)

The kiss deepens, and Clay’s body moves as he toes off his shoes before climbing up on the bed to hover above me. My legs fall open, letting him move between them. His body lowers onto mine and now we’re touching from head to groin, his erection against the part of me that clenches at the feel of him pressing into me.

Clay’s mouth leaves mine, traveling along my jaw until he gets to my ear where he sucks the lobe into his mouth, biting down gently. My arms go lax at the exquisite feeling, sliding down the side of his neck until my hands find purchase on his shoulders. He tugs a final time on my ear before his mouth moves lower to press a kiss just behind it. My nails dig into his shirt and his body shudders above mine, prompting a delicious feeling between my legs.

Before I can register the motion, he rises up on his knees, grips the back of his t-shirt in one hand and pulls it over his head. He drops it over the side of the bed and pulls me up to a sitting position to grip mine by the hem. Pulling it slowly over my head, he drops it down as well, leaving me clad in only bra, jeans and panties. Clay’s eyes travel from the top of my head to my breasts, where they hesitate for only a few seconds before his hands slide along the sides of my face, tunneling through my hair to tip my head to the side. His mouth descends on mine, and he thrusts his tongue back inside my mouth, more forcefully than before.

This kiss is totally out of my control. His hands on my face move it from side to side until I’m in the position he wants me in. Clay’s mouth is greedy, and he presses it harder against mine until I’m lying back against his pillows. All I can feel is the sensation of his mouth on mine, his bare chest touching my almost bare one. It makes me long for more. I arch my back, struggling to undo the clasp of my bra awkwardly with one hand. Noticing what I’m doing, he takes one hand from my face and runs it down my arm and around to where I’m struggling with the clasp. It takes him less than a second to undo, and then he uses both hands to slide the straps down my arms.

All too soon, I’m bare from the waist up. Before I can overthink things, his mouth leaves mine to place lingering, sucking kisses down my throat. He lingers briefly on my collarbone, then continues his kisses down my chest and between my breasts. His fingers trail up and down my arms leaving goosebumps in their wake, and it’s so many different sensations—featherlight touches and wet kisses. I don’t know which to concentrate on. As his mouth kisses underneath first one breath and then another, my breath hitches and I want to beg him to focus his attention on my nipples.

Clay continues to tease me, his kisses coming closer, but still so far away from where I want him the most. “Please …” The word is less than a whisper, more a breath of sound, but he hears it.

His head lifts, his mouth curved up in the smirk I normally hate so much. Right now, it’s so sexy I can barely breathe. “What do you want, Kitty Kat?” I stare at him, unable to vocalize what I want, and his smirk turns into a full on grin. “Is it this?” He takes one hand and cups my breast, running his thumb across my nipple, which tightens further at the attention.
Holy shit
! My mouth drops open, and I gasp. “Maybe this?” Using his index finger and said thumb—which
ohmigod
just shot sparks straight to my groin—he pinches it, tugging lightly. I moan, feeling my cheeks heat in embarrassment at just how loud the sound is in this quiet room.

He releases me to chuckle quietly, then lowers his mouth so it’s just above the tight point. “I know. You want this, don’t you?” Before I can respond, his mouth surrounds my nipple. When he sucks, I swear, I think I lose my mind. Just that small action blows any other sexual experience out of the water and now I’m panting. My hands come up to grip his biceps, and I can feel them trembling as he moves to repeat the move on my other breast. The cool air in the room touches my wet skin and I shiver. Clay brings the hand he used before up to cup my breast again, plucking the nipple with his fingers as he uses his teeth to softly bite the other.

“Oh Clay,” I sigh, pushing into him, wanting more of this delicious torture. His right hand flattens on my stomach before resting on the button on my jeans. He lifts his head, and his eyes silently ask if this is okay. I nod and whisper, “Yes.”

Clay flicks the button open, then slowly drags the zipper down. I close my eyes, having a moment of panic over what panties I’m wearing, but I went out prepared tonight, determined to show Clay, Max, Becca, and everyone else that I’m not some scared little girl. When he tugs my jeans, my eyes fly back open to see him watching me, waiting for me to make the next move. I lift my hips so he can drag them and said panties down my legs.

Then, I’m lying naked beneath him, while he’s still half-clothed. He runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, spreading them wider and staring down at the apex. I squirm uncomfortably, but when his eyes snap back up to mine, I freeze. He runs the tips of his fingers up my hips and across my stomach, just above my core. This time, I tremble, but it’s not in discomfort. I
need
him to move his fingers lower, to
touch
me.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he trails one finger straight down, over my mound, then my clit, and I jerk. He moves lower, his finger sliding through skin that’s slick with the desire he’s creating within me. When that finger just barely enters my body, I begin to shake. It glides inside me easily. I’m embarrassingly wet, but he definitely doesn’t seem to mind. First one enters, then two, and I’m strung taut as a bow. I feel like I might shatter any minute.

It’s not like I’ve never had an orgasm, but this feels nothing like the ones I’ve given myself with either my fingers or the little silver bullet Anna gave me for my birthday. This feeling is intense, like three of those orgasms rolled into one. Clay bends his head to suck my nipple into his mouth once more, and that’s it. I can’t hold it off. My orgasm explodes inside me and my eyes close. I’m unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through me. My eyes grow heavy, and those feelings are the last thing I remember.

Clay

Her eyes pop open as soon as she’s horizontal, and she starts to say something. “Shh,” I whisper. We weren’t at the party very long, but it’s after midnight and I don’t want anyone to come in here, so I try to soothe her back to sleep. It only takes a few minutes before she’s softly snoring, so I remove her sneakers and tuck my sheets around her. I feel a little bad leaving her to sleep fully dressed, but there is no way I’m taking even one piece of clothing off of her. If I do, God only knows what she’ll have to say about it tomorrow. I don’t want to deal with that.

I move over to my dresser as quietly as I can and pull out a pair of sweatpants. If I’m spending the night on the couch, I’m not doing it in jeans. Thanks, but no thanks. I use the bathroom in my room as quickly as I can, leaving the light on and the door cracked. The only thing left to do is grab one of the pillows from my bed because there’s a blanket on the back of the couch. It won’t be the first time I’ve spent the night there, but it is the first time I’ve slept on the couch while a girl was in my bed.

The couch is comfy, and long—a good thing considering I’m a few inches over six feet. Once I’m comfortable, I figure I’ll fall asleep immediately, but I don’t. I start to drift off thinking of things I can say and do to get Kat riled up. I can’t deny that pissing her off is one of the best parts of my day. In fact, when she’s not around for a few days, I miss her … but only because she’s not here to spar with. Not for any other reason.

Just as I’m nodding off, I hear a noise. I jerk awake and listen for it to come again. I don’t have to listen long. Only a few minutes pass before it happens again. It’s a soft moan, the type a girl would make when she’s touched in a way she likes. I wonder briefly if Max has his booty call—or whatever she is—over, but then I realize the sound is coming from my room … not his.

Fuck me
. Are you kidding me? What the hell is she doing in there? Unable to stay still, I walk quietly over to my door and press my ear against it like the creeper I’m being. The rustle of sheets is all I hear at first, then a loud sigh comes through the thin door. The sound goes straight to my dick and now I wish I hadn’t changed out of my jeans. Sweatpants leave no way to hide my sudden erection.

I listen at the door for I don’t even know how long when a whimpered, “Please,” comes out of her mouth. It’s all I can do not to open the door and make whatever she’s dreaming about a reality. My cock is hard as steel and when she whimpers again, it jerks, wanting me to do exactly that. I reach down and grip it hard through my sweats, trying to keep it in check, but her continued noises make that a lost cause.

Then, her soft voice whispers, “Yes,” and I squeeze harder. Looking around the room quickly, I can see that both Emmett and Max’s doors are closed. It’s late enough that neither should be coming out. They’re probably asleep, and that’s a damn good thing. I don’t want either of them to hear what I’m hearing, or intrude on this moment. Once I’m sure it’s safe, I grip the back of my shirt with one hand and yank it off. Then, I push my pants down far enough so I grip my cock with my right hand. The head is already slick with pre-cum and I can’t believe just how close I am. Kat continues to mumble, but her words are now incoherent.

I use the slick liquid to stroke myself, biting my bottom lip to try to keep my own moans silent. I don’t want anything to startle Kat or alert anyone else to what’s going on here in front of my bedroom door. Kat’s moans grow in intensity and I can tell she’s getting close. Her voice is higher, the moans more breathy than before.

I stroke faster, using my other hand to squeeze my balls. They’re pulled up tight against my body, and the pressure of my hand brings me that much closer to the edge, especially since I’m imagining in my head that it’s hers. I imagine Kat on her knees, her tongue sliding around the head of my cock instead of my hand, lapping up the pre-cum each stroke produces. She closes her eyes at the taste, and takes me deep. I can almost feel the heat of her mouth closing over me, sucking me hard and doing her damnedest to make me come.

I’m so close, my orgasm boiling at the base of my spine, when I hear Kat sigh, “Oh Clay.”

Knowing she’s thinking or dreaming about me tips me over the edge and I mutter, “
Fuck yes
,” as I aim my dick at the floor where I threw my shirt. My dick pulses over and over, the orgasm going on longer than any other solo session I can remember, although granted, my brain isn’t capable of much thought at all. I pull my sweats back up, just in case I was louder than I thought and someone comes out to investigate, then grab my soiled shirt off the floor.

I didn’t think this through very well, because now I’m going to have to either throw away the shirt or open my door enough to toss it beside the dresser. I’m not sure which is the better option, but I do like this shirt. It’s a tight enough fit girls like to look at me when I’m wearing it. Standing just outside the door, I waffle back and forth for a minute before deciding, screw it.

All is silent in my room, and if her orgasm was half as strong as mine, she’s probably fast asleep. I push the door open slowly, listening for any protest, but there’s nothing. As soon as it’s open enough to put my hand in, I reach in and drop the shirt. I’ll just have to remember to get it before I wake her up tomorrow and toss it in the hamper, along with a few other things since I’m pretty sure it’s empty.

Pulling the door shut, I turn to walk back to the couch, shirtless. I settle back against the cushions, the sounds she was making playing on a continuous loop in my head. I wanted nothing more than to join her in my room, but I know sleeping with her wouldn’t be a good idea, no matter how much I fucking loved the sounds she made. I can already see her under me, her hair spread out against my pillows and her eyes half-mast in arousal. I know her breasts will be tipped with light pink nipples, the same color as her lips. Her skin is probably soft and smooth—I have
got
to stop thinking about her or I’m going to be tugging another one out before I go to bed.

Needed to get my mind off her, I turn on the TV and the Xbox. A little
Grand Theft Auto
should banish any and all thoughts of Kat being naked in my bed.
Fuck
.