Swipe Me: A Friends-to-Lovers College Football Romance (Covey U Book 1)
Swipe Me: Chapter 3

Banging against the wall, we fumbled into my measly apartment. If I wasn’t so drunk, I’d care more about my roommates and the smell of weed they’ve been smoking all afternoon. ‘Sorry,’ He mumbles into my collarbone as his lips graze my skin, giving me a little nip for good measure. A giggle is all he gets in response as I grab his hand and pull him further into the apartment. It took us longer than ten minutes to get here, stopping every couple of minutes to make out. Suffice to say, I’m completely drunk on Cole. And possibly the gin. I drag him through the living room, past my roommates, who are sitting on the couch with their mouths hung open, and straight into my room, slamming the door on my way.

After locking the door, I turned to replace Cole has encased me against the door, his bulky arms on either side as he stares down with hungry eyes. Biting his bottom lip, he whispers, ‘Are you sure you want to do this with them just outside?’ His eyes flicked over my head as though he could see them and then back down.

Bringing my hand to the back of his neck, I pull him in for another kiss, and he devours me, letting me know just how much he wants this, making me completely forget about Gary and Rachel just outside. My hands roamed his chest, feeling the hard abs under his shirt until I reached his belt buckle. As my fingers try to unbuckle his belt, I say, ‘They’re assholes. They let some guy steal my stuff once.’ His body pushed against mine as I managed to get all of that out in one breath.

When I finally freed him of his belt, my hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, feeling every crevice of his abs as I go. My thighs clenched at his hard body and the feeling of being boxed in by him. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.

Without warning, his hands grabbed the back of my thighs, pushing me with a loud deliberate bang against the door. The only thing I can do is wrap my legs around his waist to hold myself up. ‘Well then, I guess it’s time for a little payback.’ He says in between kisses.

I whined as he backed away, still holding me against the door, ‘Take your shirt off.’ He commands, and I do as he says, tossing the fabric to the floor. His eyes widen as they greedily took in my lace-covered breasts. He bends down, curving his back to nip at one of my nipples. The scratch of the fabric and his warm wet mouth made my hips buck, wanting more. He moved to the other one, impatiently taking me in and watching my wanton reaction.

Fusing his lips with mine again, his fingers dug deep into my ass cheeks as he jerked against me, letting me feel his hardness under his jeans. I wanted him badly right now. His hard body against mine had me moaning loud, and I could feel the whisper of a smile cross his lips as they caressed mine. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and it was then that my mind started short-circuiting. His tongue thrusting to the same rhythm as his hips, hinting at what’s to come once we finally get our jeans off.

He pulled me flush against his large frame, holding me tight as he walked us over to the bed, needing no instruction from me. I’ve never felt as light as I do in his muscular arms, it’s as though I was absolutely no effort to lift. He dropped me onto the bed, laying me down as he kept his eyes on me. His jeans hung low on his hips, the belt dangling at the sides, and I cursed myself for not pulling them off when I had the chance. I want to see what exactly I’ve been grinding against.

He watched my every move as I decided to take things into my own hands. I move onto my hands and knees and crawled over to him, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The closer I got, the wetter I felt as his hot gaze never left mine. The minute my hand reached his thigh, he trembled, and his head fell back. I couldn’t help but smirk, loving the fact that I could elicit that kind of reaction in him.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I grasped the top of his jeans, curling my fingers around the loops and forcing them down in one quick motion. I gave myself a second to look over his diamond cut abs and thick thighs, making note of where I wanted to lick him later. I nearly fainted when I saw the outline of his huge dick through his black boxer briefs. I need to see more. My hand moves before I can think and just as I palm his huge cock, he growled, taking my hand, and forcing me back down on the bed. Ignoring my whimpers, he brought my arms to the headboard, wrapping my hands around the slats. ‘Keep those there.’ He orders as he kissed me hard, making me feel dizzy. As his lips dragged down my body, each touch felt like I was on fire.

When he finally got to his destination, he was hovering above the waistband of my jeans. Slowly and torturously, he started to unbutton them, dragging them off until all I’m left in are my matching black lacey thong and bra. ‘You’re so sexy.’ He husked out and my heart quickens as he looks up at me with heady hazel eyes.

His mouth curved into a smile as his hands clutched either side of my black thong and pulled it down. Before I could register what was happening, Cole’s mouth was on my center, rolling my clit as his tongue met my sensitive flesh. I could barely breathe and hardly think straight with his gentle, teasing touches. By the time he slid a finger into me, he’d already worked me into a frenzy. I know I’m about to explode, so close to coming it hurts and just as my body is about to clench around his finger, he stops.

His mouth slows and he waits for my breathing to slow and I’m calmly staring at him with a questioning glare. When his eyes connect with mine, he starts again, teasing, licking and adding another finger to his torture. Every time I feel my climax about to wash over me, he pulls back, kissing me just above my slit while his fingers come to a near stop.

After the fourth time, I couldn’t take it. I unfurled my fingers from the headboard, not caring that I’ve broken his rule and run my hand through his thick dark hair, forcing his mouth back against me. “Don’t stop.” I whimpered and he let me take control as I withered against his mouth.

He let me ride his tongue until my climax finished washing over me. Even when I was coming down from the high and every touch was deliciously painful, he gently lapped up every ounce of my pleasure, feasting on me.

He kissed my thighs as I laid there, feeling like a pile of goo, relishing in the best orgasm a man has ever given me. Cole crawled over me, draping his body on top of mine as he removes my bra, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue like he did on my center. He gives the same treatment to my other nipple, giving me time to recover and making me crave more.

His velvety, full lips dragged up to my collarbone where he nibbled my neck, getting me hot all over again. His boxer-clad crotch grinds against me and even with the thin layer of fabric, I can feel every inch of his hard length. ‘Can I return the favor?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes closed so I could relish in the afterglow of hopefully my first orgasm for the night. He did promise me multiple after all.

His body was fully on top of me now, his sweaty body crushing me in the most delicious way. My hands roamed his muscular back, feeling every motion he made. He kisses and nips up to my ear, ‘Tonight’s about you,’ He husks and just the mere tickle of his voice has me curling my back, trying to get closer to him.

The cold air hits me as he quickly gets up, kneeling above me on the bed. He glares down at my body, taking in my naked form with lusty eyes. He’s barely let me touch him; he must be so hard right now. I glance down, looking at his crotch, licking my lips, I wish he’d take those boxers off. ‘Condom?’ He asks. ‘I’ve got one in my jeans, but I don’t want to have to go and replace them.’

Deliriously, shaking my head, I leaned over to the bedside table and tossed him the foil packet. Mesmerized, I watch him whip his boxers off and roll the condom down his huge cock, salivating at the idea it’s going to be inside me soon. His hands grasped the end, and my mouth went dry as he stroked himself while he watched me.

He surprised me by moving off the bed, walking to the end of it. When he gets there, he takes one of my feet in each hand and drags me down with him. At this point, I feel like his little plaything. If he can make me feel as good as he did before, he can use me as he pleases. His moves are a far cry from the missionary sex I’m used to, and I feel like I’m just here for the ride.

In one swift movement, he takes both of my legs, holding them in front of him, crosses my ankles, and then rests them on his shoulder. Cole enters me in one smooth stroke, holding me in place as I moaned beneath him. He filled me to the brim and my back curled against my sheets, trying to draw him further in.

His short, fast pace had me breathless and as he pounded into me, I had to hold onto the pillows to keep in place. With every stroke he would go in deeper and faster and I so badly wanted to touch him, but he was too far away, leaving him with a great view of me withering on the bed.

I could tell he was close; I could feel him pulsing inside me and his thrusts were getting more frantic. I was close too, my body becoming a quivering mess, but I didn’t want to come again without touching him. Undoing my legs, I bared myself completely as I lifted myself up, scratching my nails down his chest. Cole rumbled displeasure but followed me down, nonetheless. He entered me again as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, loving his skin against mine. White-hot heat was blaring inside me now, I was so ready to climax, I was on the precipice. ‘Come for me Reign,’ he whispered in my ear. It was all he needed to say for me to break. It was like a crescendo of euphoria crashing through my body. He moaned my name as he thrust into me one last time before I felt his release.

Cole collapsed on top of me, both our bodies sweaty and tired. With our breathing heavy, I did what felt natural, I kissed away the salty sweat on his shoulder and he kissed my sweaty brow. After a few minutes of silent contemplation over what we just did, he gently rolled off me, lying next to me as we stared up at the ceiling. There’s a water stain building there from the apartment above and I’m thankful I’m leaving tomorrow so I don’t have to deal with it. That, and I probably couldn’t look Gary and Rachel in the eyes again after how loud Cole and I just were.

Worried that Cole may have fucked out my ability to speak, I finally say, ‘That was intense.’ It’s true. I never knew it could feel that good or I could climax that hard. Especially with someone I’ve just met. I’ve always thought it gets better once you know your partners preferences. With Cole, though, it’s like he could read my body like a book and he cheated by flicking to the back page.

He turned to look back at me, a smile wide on his face. ‘Did you think we were done?’ Before I can sputter out any response, he’s back on me like a lion after his prey.