The Boy Next Door Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: College, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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My teeth sink into the delicate skin of her bared throat as my fingers graze her ribcage before sliding upward to her breasts. I glance down the hall to make sure it’s empty. Since the coast is clear, I tweak her nipples through the thin shirt she’s wearing beneath her jacket. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Is there a reason you can’t focus?”

She whimpers in answer as I continue playing with her body. Alyssa is so damn responsive to my touch. Sex with her is like...

I don’t even know how to describe it.

There’s a high I get when I’m inside the heat of her body. This must be what addiction feels like—craving something all the time even if it’s a person. Even when you’re balls deep, you can’t help but wonder when you can be there again.

“If you keep that up, I’ll come.”

She’s not kidding either.

So.

Damn.

Responsive.

Her whispered words go straight to my dick, making me throb even harder than I already am. Why the hell did I ever fight against this in the first place? Hands down, getting together with this girl was the best decision I ever made.

“Hey,” someone yells from a couple of doors down, breaking into the thick fog that has descended, “get a room!”

“What do you think we’re trying to do?” Alyssa bellows in response, unapologetic about our PDA.

My lips quirk as a chuckle slips free. Reluctantly, I lower my hands until my thumbs can graze over the soft outer swells of her breasts and my index fingers settle beneath the band of her bra.

Once upon a time, I’d thought her breasts were too small. Needless to say, I was mistaken about that. Maybe her cup doesn’t runneth over like some girls, but it doesn’t matter. Alyssa’s tits are fucking perfect.

Everything about her is.

“Colton,” she groans for a second time, writhing against me, all the while trying to jam the metal in the lock.

“What, baby?”

“You’re killing me.”

“Good. I want to ruin you for all other guys.” The words slip free before I can stop them. My heartbeat jackhammers. It’s the closest I’ve come to declaring my feelings for her.

“I think you already have.”

On the fifth attempt, the key slides home, and the door handle turns.

“Thank God,” she mutters as we stumble inside the space.

I’ve been dying to get my hands on her for days. Since we both have roommates, carving out time to be alone has become a challenge. I’m not going to lie, we’ve done it in my car and at the library. The potential thrill of getting caught turns us both on. She’s definitely a girl after my own heart.

Next year, the plan is to move into an apartment or off-campus housing. I’ll have my own room. Then I can sleep with her wrapped up in my arms every damn night. If the thought leaves me slightly shaken that I’m actually thinking that far ahead into the future when it comes to a girl, I ignore it and refocus my attention.

“Are you sure Mia won’t be home for a while?”

A smile curves her lips as her eyelids lower to half-mast. “Yup, she’s in class for another two hours.”

“Perfect.”

“I know.”

“Hey, Alyssa,” someone hollers from down the hall, “do you have—”

“Nope!” she responds without even glancing in their direction, “I’ll catch you in an hour.”

“An hour?” I grumble, nipping at her earlobe, “is that it?”

Her lips twitch. “Make it two,” she corrects, slamming the door shut without waiting for a response.

The moment we’re shuttered away in her tiny dorm room, we tear at our clothing as if starving for one another. Jackets are the first to be shed. Then shirts and her bra. Shoes and socks come next. Somewhere in the mix, jeans and leggings are added to the pile. It’s a frenzy of fabric thrown in every direction until we’re both stripped bare and falling onto the single twin bed.

Alyssa chuckles as my mouth lands on hers. She opens immediately until our tongues can tangle. It’s like this every damn time. It never gets old. I’m so fucking hot for this girl. After we got together earlier this year, I half-expected that we would screw a couple of times before monotony set in. If I’m being completely honest, I’d secretly hoped for it. All I really wanted was to fuck Alyssa out of my system so I could move on, and she’d stop lurking in the back of my brain.

But that hasn’t occurred. If anything, it’s been the complete opposite. I can’t get enough of her. The more I have, the more I want. It’s a vicious cycle I can’t seem to break. Hands down, being inside her body is the best damn feeling in the world.

Nothing else compares.

Hot licks of need spike through my veins, making me impatient. With the way I’m feeling, there’s no time for foreplay. Alyssa understands this and widens her thighs until I can settle between them. As I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, my dick sinks simultaneously inside her.


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