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was too shocked to do anything at all. But after a few moments,
Jaxon began to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips and into my
mouth, and I snapped back to myself, kissing him back hungrily, letting my
hands trail over his broad shoulders, his muscled chest. His hands started to
move over my body too, tickling my waist, gripping my hips, moving upward to
cup my breasts.
    I knew it would be a mistake to sleep with a guy
from the frat, but the way he made my body feel urged me on.
    Jaxon sank down onto the couch, bringing me with
him, his hands slipping underneath my tee shirt to brush against my skin. I was
on fire, tingling all over, my blood roaring in my ears like waves crashing on
the beach as the kiss got hotter and hotter. Jaxon’s fingers tugged down the
fabric of my bra, and I made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine when
he found my nipple my touch, giving it a quick twist with his fingers that sent
a white-hot jolt of pleasure through me. I was soaking wet already, turned on
in a matter of minutes, everything else in the world completely gone out of my
brain as Jaxon moved from one breast to the other, teasing and massaging as my
pussy tightened, my whole body going tense with need. He stopped—and I almost
broke the kiss to ask what was wrong, before I felt his hands trailing down my abs, finding the hem of my tee shirt. He pulled it up,
tugging it over my head, and I pulled away from his lips just long enough to
keep us both from getting tangled in it.
    I gasped as Jaxon ducked his head down and lifted my
breast up to his mouth at the same time, claiming my nipple with his lips. He
sucked and licked, and I heard breathy little moans leaving my lips, felt
myself trembling as I got more and more turned on—more turned on than I’d ever
been in my entire life, writhing on top of him and hungry for more. He switched
to my other breast, reaching around to my back and finding the clasp on my bra
to unhook it. I was touching him all over, able to feel the hard ridge of his
cock pressing against me as I squirmed, trying to find the bottom of his shirt
to get him out of it. Jaxon laughed and somehow wriggled out   it, giving me just a second to appreciate the
sight of him shirtless—the light spattering of light brown hair across his
chest, his nipples standing up, the ripple of muscle under his smooth skin—before
he dove back in, nuzzling into my cleavage before he started teasing my breasts
once more.
    His hands moved down to my jeans and I shivered as
his fingertips tickled me, slipping just underneath the waistband of my pants,
caressing and teasing. Jaxon unbuttoned and unzipped my fly and I started
kissing and nibbling at the column of his throat, unable to think of
anything—not even caring about the game anymore, not even caring that the other
guys could show up again at any moment—other than my absolute need to get him
naked, to feel him inside of me. We’d been flirting for so long, teasing each
other; in spite of the fact that I’d told myself through the weeks that it
meant nothing at all, I couldn’t help noticing how hot he was, I couldn’t help
wishing that something could come of it. Jaxon’s hand slid down under the
waistband of my panties and I gasped as his fingers brushed against my slick
folds, feather-light at first and then firmer, pressing and stroking up and
down. I moaned against his neck as he found my clit, sinking my teeth into the place
where his shoulder started; Jaxon groaned, rubbing my pleasure center in tight
little circles. “Fuck, Mia, you’re soaking wet,” he said, his voice not even
above a whisper, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so fucking hot, girl—so
hot and wet, fuck.” His fingers moved down and I squirmed as he divided his
attention between stroking my clit and rubbing along my inner labia, teasing me
with the tip of his finger.
    I was shivering against him, pushing my hips down,
and moaning as quietly as I could manage as