A Perfect Ten

  That only left his junk. Frowning, I shook my head. No. That part of him hadn’t felt strange or deformed. And it sure as hell hadn’t felt too small, in case he was worried that his size didn’t measure up to his huge ego. The way he had to stretch me to get inside, I knew he easily had to be twice as big as Sander.

  I flushed and glanced around me, hoping no one knew just how wet I was, or how hard my nipples were. But, geesh, this was so embarrassing. How could Oren Tenning turn me on so fully without even being around?

  I cleared my throat and started toward my next class, even though I was too early for it. I needed some kind of destination because my mind was wandering way too much.

  Seriously, though. What was he hiding? If his dick was perfectly formed and sized, then was it a strange color, covered in spots, zebra stripes?

  I snorted. I had to stop daydreaming about Oren’s cock. I’m sure his preference for lights-off sex had more to do with emotional reasons than physical ones—like a spotted dick—anyway.

  Maybe...ooh, maybe he liked to pretend he was with someone else—like, ahem, me—so he took pains not to see his partner’s face. He’d already admitted that he liked not knowing who I was so that scenario actually made sense.

  I grinned, liking that idea. Yeah, I was the reason behind his strange darkness fetish. Sure.

  She wore panties.

  I had to rip them off her with my teeth. She gasped, but even as the cotton tore, her hips surged up to meet the first dip of my tongue between her pussy lips.

  “Oh God.” She gripped my hair as she groaned.

  I ate her without mercy, not even pausing between licks as I went straight to the little nub of muscle that had her immediately squirming, and straining, and panting. Her fingers fisted in my hair and she pulled my mouth harder against her. Her smell and taste flooded my senses. I was so hyperaware of every fucking detail, knowing I was going down on Caroline.

  My cock pulsed as I thrust two fingers in her. She started coming almost immediately, her body bowing up, her breath catching, her tight little channel pulsing around my digits. I nearly jizzed in my shorts as she cried out. It seemed to last forever too. My tongue kept massaging just one more shudder out of her. I couldn’t seem to stop licking. But then her hands lost their grip in my hair and her thighs loosened around my ears.

  Phase one complete. Phase two ready to begin.

  “Damn, you taste good. Remind me to come back for dessert in a minute here.”

  Picking up her legs as I crawled up her body, I pinned her knees up by her ears so she had no control of those long, luscious limbs.

  Tonight, I held all the control.

  “You’re going to need to hold on to me for this next part,” I told her, keeping her legs in place with my torso as I found her hands and interlaced our fingers. Then I kissed her. Our tongues mated; I wondered what she thought of her own taste. She moaned with approval, so I ran my thumbs along the backs of her hands as I kicked my way out of my shorts. I already had my condom on, ready to go.

  When the pad of my thumb encountered the banana sticker I’d put on her earlier in the library, I groaned and had to let go of the kiss to press my forehead to hers.

  But fuck. I really was with Caroline. There was no way to dispute it now. My body became a live wire. I was so ready to explode inside her I feared I might come before I even slid in.

  Still playing with the sticker, I let my thumb begin to peel it away.

  “Hey.” She struggled against me, trying to stop me. But I had her neatly pinned into place.

  “Oh, whatever,” I said into her ear. “You and I both know I was never going to pay you that twenty dollars.”

  She gasped and tensed under me. “Oh my God.”

  I thrust into her, absorbing her shock and relishing it, taking advantage of it to kiss her again. Clamping my fingers around her wrists, I trapped her to the bed. My torso still held her thighs up and immobile, stretching her until she felt extra tight around me while I had deeper access.

  “Fuuuuuck.” I groaned and pressed my forehead back to hers, pumping my hips hard and fast. “I love being inside you. Damn, you feel so good.”

  “Oren,” she sobbed, her breath catching as her muscles contracted around me. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod.”

  “Already?” I taunted. “So soon? But didn’t you just come, like, thirty seconds ago?”

  “Shut up.” She tried to buck me off, but not very effectively because she was too busy trying to keep herself from coming again. “I...hate...you.” Then she gave a long, strained moan as her orgasm took over.

  My eyes about rolled into the back of my head. It robbed me of everything I had not to explode with her. But I wanted to torture her for as long as possible. When the best of her quakes were over and she was panting and limp under me, I sat up enough to let her legs go. She immediately stretched them out. But I kept moving in and out of her until she sobbed out a sound.

  “I can’t. Please.”

  Poor girl. She was already worn out. Didn’t think she could possibly come again. Well, it was time to show her how wrong she was.

  Grasping her hips, I rolled us across the bed until she was on top. When I urged her to sit up, she gave a little groan of protest. “Oren, I can’t.”

  Gripping her face between my hands, I whispered a harsh hiss. “Damn it, Caroline. You started this. You came to me and tricked me into playing with you. Now you have me. Your brother is going to kill us both for this, so you better make it worth our while. You better sit up there and fuck me like you meant to the first night you came into this room, wearing no panties.”

  “Oh God.” She groaned a microsecond before her mouth crashed against mine. Her fingers caged my face and her pelvis ground down against mine. She went crazy, kissing me hard and dirty, pawing at my skin, bouncing up and down on my lap. It sent me right over the edge, losing my shit and exploding deep inside her. She followed me into oblivion, grinding down as if to eek every last ounce of orgasm out of both of us. We kissed open-mouthed and clutched each other hard.

  Once my cock released its last drop, I rolled us again until I was back on top. Staying inside her, I kept kissing her, thrusting my tongue and cupping her face, mating my mouth with Caroline’s.

  Caroline’s mouth.

  I groaned and deepened the kiss with slow, wet, lazy strokes, connecting with her in ways I’d never connected with anyone. Tonight was technically our first official kiss. I couldn’t remember if we’d had any mouth-to-mouth action our first two nights together. But then, now I knew without a doubt it was her, and she knew that I knew it was her, and that changed everything.

  We didn’t come up for air. We breathed each other in, lips locked until she finally pulled her face away, gasping for breath.

  “Oren,” she panted and pressed her brow to my shoulder. “I can’t believe you know—”

  “Shut up.” With a savage snarl, I kissed her again, pushing my tongue in ruthlessly, and making her whimper before she eagerly latched back around it and sucked it into her mouth.

  We seemed to duel then, fighting each other for more passion, for...hell, I didn’t even know what.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, breaking away to slap the mattress beside us. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t believe it’s really you.”

  I sat up, needing space to clear my head, but as I ran my fingers through my hair, I could still taste her.

  I reached out and flipped on the light, making her gasp and blink, then lift her hand to shade her sensitive eyes.

  “Oh, Jesus.” A strange sob tore from my chest. She was so infuriatingly gorgeous. Her hair was a snarled mess from my hands, but it’d never looked better. Her breasts that seemed perfect when they were tucked away inside a shirt, were even better bare and marred with beard burn. Damn, her entire body was just...I started to grow hard again. She was flawless.

  I clutched my hair with both hands. “Fucking goddamn shit motherfucker. It really is you.”

  Scowling at
me, she yanked my newly clean sheets up to cover her amazing tits. “Well, I am so sorry to disappoint you.”

  Her chin lifted regally and I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I was rocking my anger—or more aptly, my fear—too strongly to give into that urge.

  “I’m not disappointed,” I bit out, frankly incredulous that she could even think that. “I’m pissed as hell. I promised—I fucking promised—your brother that I would never touch you.”

  I swear, a microsecond of guilt flashed across her face before her eyes narrowed. “Well, you can relax. You didn’t touch me. I touched you, remember? I tricked you and came to you; you had no idea—”

  I snorted, cutting her off as I shook my head. “Yeah...I have a feeling Gamble won’t see it that way.”

  Flopping back against my pillow, I stared up at the ceiling and wondered how the hell I was going to come out of this unscathed. “I’m dead,” I said more to myself than her. “I’m so fucking dead.” Moaning out my predicament, I ran my hands over my face. “Christ, Caroline. He’s going to fucking kill me.”

  Ashamed, I bit my lip and turned my attention away from Oren, who was slaughtering me with his perfectly logical accusations.

  But really, how could I have done this to him? I’d put him in the worst situation ever. He loved and respected Noel; he’d never want to betray my brother this way. But I’d ignored all that for my own selfish needs. I couldn’t believe what a bitch I was.

  Biting my lip, I fought off tears and tried to think up a good enough apology when I noticed the banana sticker he’d put on my hand earlier.

  I blinked, staring hard. He’d known who I was when he’d put that there, hadn’t he? He’d known who I was when he’d called Midnight Visitor and arranged tonight’s rendezvous. He’d known who I was when I’d walked into his room tonight, and he’d grabbed me around the waist from behind and carried me to his bed where he’d tossed me onto the mattress. He’d known the entire time he’d ripped off my clothes and put his mouth and hands on me.

  That bastard had known, and he was sitting there casting judgment on me?

  I clenched my teeth. “If you’re so mad at me for tricking you, then why did you wait until you were inside me to tell me you knew?”

  The question threw him off his game. His hands fell away from his head as he blinked up at me. “Because I’m a guy?” He phrased it more as a question than an answer.

  I snorted. “Bullshit. Bull freaking shit. You’ve wanted me just as much as I’ve wanted you, and for just as long as I’ve wanted you, too, I bet.”

  Growling as he sat upright, he scowled back at me. “Well, obviously I have more impulse control than you do, because I was planning on never acting on those urges. Gamble is one of the best friends I ever had. And the only thing he ever asked me not to do was you. I fully planned on respecting his wishes, damn it. I do not want to betray my best friend.”

  I lost my grip on the sheet I was holding up to cover my chest when I set my hands on my hips. “Oh, don’t even pretend to act all holier than thou to me. I will take culpability for the first two nights, but not tonight. And no, you obviously don’t have any more impulse control than I do, because you still slept with me again after finding out who I was.”

  When I realized his attention had dropped to my bare chest, I lifted the sheet again. He grabbed them as well, and used the cloth between us to yank me close until we were only inches apart. His eyes flared with anger and heat and his teeth gritted in outrage, right before he said, “Only because two nights with you is not fucking enough.”

  Then his mouth attacked mine. I opened for him and kissed him back, hard and hot. He kneaded my breasts, his grip slightly rough, reminding me of the times he’d pulled my hair. I liked it when he wasn’t so gentle. When he was consumed with a mindless, ravenous passion.

  I started to wind my legs around his waist when he jumped back, cursing and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

  “Damn it,” he muttered. His face was flushed and eyes were wild and glassy. “Damn it, we can’t do this again.”

  The metaphorical slap of cold water did not feel good. “Oh my God, will you stop going from hot to cold and just make up your damn mind already? Do you want me or not?”

  His eyes flared as he looked into my face. “You know I want you. That’s the problem. I want you but I can’t have you.”

  I set my hands on my hips. “Well, you already have had me. Repeatedly. And you’ve had me when you knew good and well who I was. We’ve already established how thoroughly you can have me. The question is...are you going to keep me?”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he swallowed. His eyes grew haunted and tempted as he gazed over my body. Then he squeezed his eyes closed and gritted out, “No.”

  My eyes filled with tears. I gulped in air, trying to dry them before he opened his lashes, when they flashed up as if he could hear my agony.

  Immediate regret clouded his face. “Caroline.” He started to reach for me, but I held up a hand.

  “No. Just stop right now. I’m done. I’m out. You and your stupid spotted dick can just go to hell.”

  He froze. “My spotted...what? Shit.” He glanced wildly around the room before hissing, “I’m going to kill her.”

  When his face drained of color, I frowned. “Huh?”

  He didn’t even hear my question as he ranted on to himself. “I cannot believe Blondie told you about that.” His gaze seared into mine, suddenly intense and desperate. “And it’s not spotted like there’s a bunch of dots. It’s one fucking birthmark. That’s it.”

  I shook my head. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Wait.” His eyes flared with shock. “You mean...ah, fuck. She didn’t tell you, did she?”

  “Tell me what?” I let out a strange laugh. “You don’t really have a spotted dick, do you? I mean, I thought up that scenario because you’ll only do it in the dark and that’s really the only part of your body you haven’t shown off in public to, like, everyone. It was just a...theory.” My eyes began to grow wide as I realized how strangely he was watching me. “But, wow...” I blew out a long breath. “It’s true, isn’t it? You honestly have a spotted—”

  “Birthmark,” he growled. “One fucking birthmark.” When he glanced away, I noticed how pale he was. “One...really big birthmark.”

  “So I was right?” I laughed out loud. “That’s incredible. I am so awesome.”

  His scowl totally disagreed with me.

  I cleared my throat and calmed down because the topic clearly unsettled him. “Sorry. I just...I knew there had to be a reason you’d only do it in the dark, and...” I shook my head. “Does that actually work? I mean, none of the girls I overheard gossiping about you in the bathroom mentioned it, and they mentioned everything else, so I’m sure they would’ve. I can’t believe no one you’ve been with before has ever seen it.”

  He shrugged one of those uncomfortable, I-don’t-want-to-talk-about-it shrugs and wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Two other girls have seen it…besides Blondie.”

  My back straightened. “And why has Zoey seen your penis?”

  He opened his mouth to answer but paused when he saw my face. His lips quirked into a smirk. “Are you jealous? Of Blondie?”

  I sniffed and sent him a glower. “No.”

  Yes, totally.

  His grin only grew. “She walked in on me in the shower once; thought I was Hamilton.” Smile suddenly dimming, he glanced away. “To say the least, she totally flipped out. So did the other two.”

  I don’t know why it bothered me that three women had seen his penis, but it really, really did. I pulled back, my chest tight with pain, even as I forced casualness into my voice. “Oh, yeah? How’d they freak out?”

  “How do you think?” His gaze was hard and penetrating. Then he gave a hard, sniff-like, self-derisive laugh and shrugged. “The first time was...well, my first time. I didn’t even think about hiding it or being ashamed. I didn’t know it was a
fucking abnormality. Everyone in my family knew about it and had seen me run around naked when I was younger. No one ever told me, ‘Hey, this could totally freak out some girl later on in your life.’”

  “So, she didn’t see it until after you two had...?” I motioned with my hands, wondering why I was talking about this with him while we were naked and in bed together, arguing about completely unrelated, more-important things…like our possible future together.

  “Right,” he said.

  “What’d she do?” I think the only reason I could ask was because I knew it had ended badly for him. If I had known he’d had a good time with her, I wouldn’t have been able to ask at all.

  “She screamed. Then she demanded to know what the hell was wrong with me and if it was contagious and...you know.” He glanced away, pale and serious. “All that shit.”

  I snorted. “What a bitch.”

  His gaze zipped back to me. “She was only sixteen.”

  That still didn’t excuse her in my book. She’d traumatized my Oren. The bitch must die...in my head anyway. I pictured myself pushing her off the side of a bridge and listening to her scream all the way down until...oops, she wasn’t screaming anymore.

  And yikes, I really did have issues, didn’t I?

  “And the next girl?”

  “Tianna,” he said.

  I seized up inside, not liking that I knew one of his past sluts’ names.

  Tianna, Tianna. The big, fat bitch-anna, I sang in my head.

  “She gave good head,” he went on, and yep, I really didn’t like knowing that. But he didn’t seem to know I was in the room anymore; he was trapped in a memory. “And she seemed okay with doing it in the dark until one night she pulled her cell phone out and turned on the light so she could see what she was doing.”