“I mean, we’d have better luck on the floor. Pull the blankets down, make a pillow fort, hell, I don’t care. But I’m telling you, if we get in there, we’re going to break it.”

Colton stands in my dorm room, dwarfing the place, with his hands on his hips as he contemplates my long twin bed as if it’s some kind of puzzle he has to figure out.

“It’s pretty sturdy, of that I can assure you. Plus, wouldn’t it be fun to try and break it?” I wiggle an eyebrow at him.

That seems to make up his mind, and six feet plus of solid muscle rushes me. I squeal, anticipating his attack, but the breath whooshes out of me as Colton picks me up and crashes his lips to mine.

Now I’ve had my fair share of snogging. And my fair share of shagging. You didn’t grow up in the circles I did without the overdrive for debauchery, and sex just happened to be one of the best way to live on the edge for spoiled rich teenagers.

But this boy, no, this man … he could kiss. And use all of his body parts in a way that I was never familiar with. We may have rushed into the whole exclusivity thing, but my lord, I was happy I got him all to myself.

He kissed with his entire body, putting his jaw, shoulders, hands, hips and legs into the action. It was so forceful that I was almost knocked over every time, and my core tingled so intensely that I had to rub up against him as he made me part my legs and wrap them around his waist.

“Kissing you should be illegal.” I laugh, diving back in for more.

“Your body should be illegal. I swear, I’d do very, very bad things just to get you naked.” His eyes burn as he deposits me on the bed, shedding his suit jacket and throwing it on the floor.

Have I mentioned another reason why I love basketball? Well, the players are required to wear suits to and from the game, and I thoroughly approve. Colton Reiter in a suit should be turned into one of those calendars that women purchase to ogle at the hot men.

“Good thing you can get me out of my knickers with just a simple please, then.” I toe off my boots, and begin to strip myself as I watch him untie the dress shoes he dons.

After his socks come off, the button-down shirt follows, and I have to pause to watch the bloody spectacular show playing out in front of me. Material gives way, and there is his naked chest in all of its glory. Chiseled, and smattered with a light dusting of dark hair that grows even darker as it moves south, dipping below his belt line so that I can’t get a glimpse of my favorite body part of his.

“Don’t move another finger until I get over there.” His voice is playful, but there is a warning laced underneath.

I shiver, his tone licking me almost as good as I know his tongue will. “Yes, sir.”

Finally, he unbuttons his trousers and lets them fall, nothing standing between me and the enormous bulge in his pants except for a scrap of black boxers. My mouth waters, taking in the whole picture. There should be statues erected to this man … my lips tip up at the thought of the word erect in my mind.

“What’s so funny?” Colton is on me in a matter of seconds, parting my legs where they sit on the bed as he stands on the floor.

Before I can answer, he’s untying the ballet cardigan I have on, the soft cashmere falling off my shoulders as his fingers brush my skin, lighting me up like the most beautiful Christmas tree. Underneath, he toys with the strap of the silky camisole I’d paired with the sweater.

“I love these two on you, the silk and the softness of the sweater. They remind me of your skin … although feeling that is my favorite texture of all.” His words are a punch to my libido, marking my flesh as he undresses me.

I’m helpless to do anything but sit here and take it, the magnetism of him bowling me over again and again. The light is dim on my school-issued desk, bathing the room in shadows.

The moment he lays me back, pushing gently on my shoulders, and helps pull off my jeans, I hear the small growl emanate from his throat.

“Christ, baby …” He puts his fist in his mouth, as if it’s too much to have me laid out here in front of him on a silver platter.

My legs hang over the edge of the bed, my body lying perpendicular to the mattress, but they don’t dangle for long. Before I can take a breath, Colton is kneeling before me and throwing my knees over his shoulders. With a tear, he rips my underwear clean off.

“Hope those weren’t expensive.” He smirks, knowing full well they probably were.

I don’t care in the least, promising to the heavens that I’ll go without knickers forever if he just presses his tongue where I need it.

“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” His eyes meet mine as I push up on my elbows, needing to watch him unravel me.

He blows a hot breath across my tight bud, the jolt making me turn my head up to the ceiling and moan loudly.

“That’s it, I love hearing you …” I feel the devilish grin between my thighs, and then he’s there, caressing me with his tongue.

I’m lost, swimming in the space above my bed, almost out of my body. Just like his kisses, Colton uses his entire body to devour me; his teeth scrape my nub, that tongue traces patterns up and down my slit, his hands rub from my hips to my knees. The entire act is like a religious experience, and I want to worship him equally.

“I want you.” My voice is thin and needy, and what started out as a fun romp in the sack has turned intense. As everything does when it comes to Colton, I’m learning.

“And I want you to come all over my mouth.” His words slay me.

The dirtiness of his intentions sends pleasure bombs zinging through my core, starting with a numbness in my toes and working their way up until I’m so close to exploding that I thrust my hands in his hair, grinding him into me. I combust, my joints and tendons going rigid and then free-flowing all at once.

I’m barely conscious of him while the orgasm plows through me, but then he’s there, on top of me as he rolls on a condom. My eyes travel down, hazy, and spot the monster hard-on he’s sporting.

“I can never believe that thing actually fits inside me.” My voice is sleepy, and I hear his chuckle ring in my ears.

He has the largest cock I’ve ever seen, and just like with every other part of his body, Colton uses it like an athlete. He’s skilled, shagging is a sport that he excels grandly at.

“Let’s see if we can’t break this bed, then, huh?” He grunts as he pushes into me, my head all the way up in my pillows now.

I spread wide for him, loving the pleasure and pain of his invasion. I grab the globes of his bum, squeezing the firm, smooth muscle there.

And as he pumps into me, our eyes lock and stay there. Sex for me has always been a lustful, fun activity … a taboo hobby that ends in mutual gratification.

But with him, it’s something more. Sure, it’s still all of those things. But as we gaze into each other’s eyes, there is something lying underneath, a meaningful connection, an unspoken bond. It both terrifies and excites me.

When Colton gulps a last breath of air before he flings us both over the edge, I hear the splinter of wood beneath us.

I secretly hope that we broke the bed, and at the same time, I really hope we didn’t. Oh well, if I have to sleep on the floor, this was totally worth it.