Free Birthday Girl (The Student Union Series Book 1) by Chloe Butler Page A

really missed you.”
    In response, I kissed him, and the surprisingly soft touch of his tongue against mine washed away all of my anxiety. I pressed myself up against him, hard, and said, “Then show me.” I stepped back, turned around, and ran my hand over my ass before climbing into bed. Zach started toward me, but I said, “Uh uh, no clothes allowed over here.”
    Zach smiled. “Is this just because of how you feel about buttons?”
    “Yeah, if we’re going to keep doing this, you need to start wearing sweats.”
    He unbuttoned his shirt, laughing. “You are the first woman to ever suggest that.” Once he was wearing nothing but silky-looking briefs, he looked down at himself and said, “These too?”
    “Hmm.” If the goal of Zach’s underpants was to conceal his erection, they were doing a terrible job. “Yeah, those too.” He slid them off and stood completely naked in the middle of my room. The man was like a Greek god. A very aroused one. “Now come here.”
    He shook his head. “No clothes allowed over there, remember?”
    “Rules are rules, I suppose.” I unhooked my bra, and as I pulled it off, I brushed one breast with my hand. Zach gave a satisfied gasp. So I cupped my breasts in both hands and kneaded them, smiling at him. I felt a little self-conscious, but Zach’s murmurs of approval made it worth it. I hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down just an inch, revealing a hint of freshly-trimmed pubic hair. “These too?”
    “Yes!” I loved how I was making him desperate. His dick swayed a little. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
    “Then come get them.”
    He walked over slowly and said, “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He reached for me, but I pushed a hand flat against his chest, and I felt his powerful muscles flare.
    “Wait,” I said. I slid my hand into my underwear and dipped two fingers into my pussy, then brought them to his lips. He licked them hungrily.
    “Brooke, please...” he began.
    “Please what?” I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and it was so thick my fingers could barely close around it. I kissed the head of his cock, but then pulled back and jumped onto the bed. In a flash, I had my panties off, and I spread my legs and put a hand demurely over my pussy. “Do you want to kiss me here?”
    “Yes.”
    “Were you thinking about my pussy this weekend?”
    “Yes.” He kissed my hard nipple.
    “Good.” I moved my hand, revealing my wet lips, and he had his mouth on me so quickly I’m not sure how he managed it. He zeroed in on my clit and licked it expertly. Seriously, Zach’s mystery ex deserved a medal. I gripped the sheet with both hands and pressed myself back against his face, and then he sent me over the edge, and I came so hard I screamed, and my hips bucked up and down, and my neck tingled, and the room went fuzzy. “Holy shit,” I swore, and looked down at Zach, who was still perched between my legs, resting his chin on his elbows, looking smug. He gave my pussy one more gentle kiss before climbing on top of me.
    “Seriously, dude,” I said, kissing him.
    “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    His erection pressed against my belly, and I wrapped my hand around it again and said, “I’ll take this as a compliment.” His skin was weathered but surprisingly soft. I stroked his cock while we kissed, and I felt it twitch. “Is this good?”
    “Fuck, yes,” he breathed. I kept moving my hand. Zach kissed my neck, my earlobe, my hair. “God, you smell good.” I smiled. He sat up, straddling me, and I stroked him faster. “Yeah, like that,” he muttered. I watched his face, the intense concentration, the stubble growing where he’d shaped his beard. He was beautiful. I wondered if he was thinking about me. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and I felt his cock swell. “Brooke, I’m going to—” Before he could finish, though, he erupted, and a jet of semen spurted out over my body. I covered the tip