Nothing Feels Like You

By Jay Quin

My lips pursed. “You’re not interested in talking. And I’m not interested in a flimsy hookup.”

“Nothing about me is flimsy.” Xavier chuckled placing a slow kiss on my lips. “Baby we’re a sure thing. You can try to fight it all you want, but we’re going to happen.”

Ariana Klein is a transferred for U.S.E. in search of a fresh start. Xavier DeLuca is the big man on campus that every girl wants a taste of. When the two of them meet, Xavier is confident that he can make Ariana’s his ... for the night at least. Too bad his ex-girlfriend is convinced that she and him are destined to be together.

Even with the drama and Xavier’s less than savory reputation, Ariana can’t deny that nothing feels as good as when they’re together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: After Hours Publications
• Release date: Jul 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781637182284

Jay Quin

Jay Quin is an innovative author who began her professional career in 2017 with the release of her debut book For Love & War. In her short tenure, Jay Quin has released great reads such as Dangerous: In Love With A Gangster, Nothing Feels Like You, and Say You Won’t Let Go. She continues striving towards providing spectacular books for her fans to enjoy.

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2 – Not That Easy

Xavier

Ariana wouldn’t leave my mind. Thoughts of her brought about lust and the burning desire to fuck her in every position imaginable. She looked the type who had a limited sexual history. Her first time was probably boring and sad. Usually, I stayed away from those girls. They tended to have some warped fantasy about sex being special and meaningful and all that nonsense. I wasn’t offering that. Half the time, I wasn’t even offering a full night. All I could guarantee a girl was a couple of hours with her toes curled, and her back arched. Most of the ones who approached me already knew that.

It’d been three days since I had left Ariana at the party. I knew a certain someone I was trying to avoid might be there. I parked my black SUV along the curb outside of the townhouse that I shared with Jason. My body was worn out from the extra practicing Coach Mueller made me do for talking back when he said my throwing arm was trash.

Groaning, I opened the front door. The sound of rap music reached my ears, but there was no one in sight.

Xav, is that you? Jason called from the living room.

Yeah, it’s me. I’m tired as hell. My aching body moved out of the tiled foyer and into the carpeted living room. Like a beacon, my eyes found her right away. She was sitting on the brown suede couch wearing a red skirt that showed plenty of her thick thighs and an acid-washed jean button-up shirt.

You need to relax. Jason was leaning over our second-hand coffee table, rolling a blunt.

When I get out of the shower, there better be some of that left for me, I instructed, pointing at him and Shane, who was sitting in the matching recliner.

I’m not promising you shit! Shane called out as I jogged up the stairs to my bedroom.

I showered changing into a pair of red gym shorts and a plain black t-shirt. When I got downstairs, the blunt had been passed a few times. I snuck behind Shane, plucking it from his meaty hand and taking a drag as I walked towards her. Maybe she would be more receptive to my advances this go-round.

Ariana, do you smoke? I asked, offering the blunt to her.

She looked up with her juicy lips pursed. Her eyes widened. She was surprised I knew her name. I’m not really good at it.

I leaned over, snatching the small plastic baggy with the remainder of the weed. I’ll teach you. I grabbed her hand, yanking her off the couch as Shane left. We’re going to hang out.

Who said I want to hang out with you? She huffed. I twisted the brass doorknob opening the door and nudging her inside.

I shrugged, slumping onto the black futon that was pushed against the foot of my king-sized bed and tossed the weed on the red metal chest that was in front of the futon. My bowl was already out and ready for use. You can sit down. I chuckled, noticing Ariana was standing by the door with her arms folded across her ample chest. The buttons at the very top of her shirt were undone, allowing for the smallest peek of her breasts. She made her way to the futon. Do you want to work on your bad smoking skills?

Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. I guess we can if you want to.

My eyes rolled. So, you apologize a lot, and you’re a pushover.

I’m not a pushover. She frowned, And I don’t apologize a lot. You just caught me on a bad night.

I leaned back, spreading my legs, and relaxing on the futon. I’ll have to catch you on a good night to see if that’s true.

How long have you lived here?

I slid closer to her placing an arm around her shoulders. You don’t have to make conversation.

It’s either make conversation or sit here in awkward silence, Ariana countered.

My hands rubbed on her arm. There are other things we can do. I scooted close enough to her for our legs to touch. My hand skimmed down the side of her body, stopping at her waist.

She turned to me with a sarcastic smirk. Oh yeah, like what? I dipped my head taking her lips in a kiss. My other hand snaked to her thigh, rubbing up on the exposed skin. Ariana clenched her legs together. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, but she didn’t try to stop my hand from sliding between her legs. I moved my mouth from hers to her neck. She was panting. Her chest rising and falling fast as she tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck. I sucked the skin into my mouth, moving our bodies so that we were facing each other sitting sideways on the futon. Her fingers loosened from my wrist. Both her hands nervously skimmed up my chest, gripping the fabric of my t-shirt like it was her lifeline. I gripped her chin, bringing her face to mine for a deep kiss that was sure to make her melt. My tongue invaded her mouth. Damn, she was so responsive.

I pushed forward, slowly lowering her onto her back. One of my hands tangled in her curly hair. The other moved between her legs, getting closer and closer to her fabric-covered pussy that was calling out to me. Ariana shifted her hips underneath me. I smiled into the kiss. Her body was humming, ready for me to pleasure it.

My fingers eased underneath the fabric of her panties, crawling inside of her. Damn, you’re soaking for me, baby. I pulled my face back long enough to speak. My body wedged between her legs. The tall tent of my shorts pointed straight at her.

Her eyes lowered, looking at my crotch. Her mouth tightened. She gulped nervously. Her hands pushed at my chest. I can’t do this.

That’s cool. I didn’t hesitate sitting back and putting space between us.

Ariana sat up, adjusting her skirt, and squeezing her thighs together. "That went there too fast."

I chuckled a throaty sound wiping my hands on my shorts. Oh, so you’re one of those girls. You’re going to make me take it slow. I can play that game.

Her nostrils flared. I’m not trying to play a game with you.

My phone buzzed.

Jason: Keep her busy! I’m getting sucked like a lollipop.

Sighing, I turned to Ariana. We can make conversation. Jason owed me for life if I didn’t at least get a handy out of playing his wingman. Ariana wasn’t bad to look at with a fine little body that I couldn’t wait to see naked. Too bad, she was trying to keep that from happening.

I thought you didn’t want to make conversation?

My shoulders shrugged as I leaned back. Well, it’s either we fuck or make conversation, and you’ve already nixed the other option. Besides, I’m trying to get you to stay anyway I can.

Her head tilted to the lift. Her eyes narrowed. Why is that?

I responded with a grin and stood. I’ll be right back. Don’t move. I went to the bathroom attached to my bedroom to wash my hands. When I walked back into the room, Ariana had her cellphone out. I grabbed the remote to the television, hanging on my wall and powered it on. Let’s fire this shit up, I grumbled, grabbing the plastic baggy and the multicolored glass bowl.

Don’t athletes get drug tested? She asked, watching me stuff the weed in the bowl before letting the flame run under it and bringing the pipe end to my mouth.

We get tested at the start of the fall semester, after Christmas, before the national championship, and after spring break. All of us were clear to smoke now as long we kept it on the downlow. At the thought, I cut my eyes to Ariana, watching her watch me. Are you going to snitch?

She shook her head. What you do is none of my business.

Unless what I’m doing is you. I teased, inhaling the relaxing herbs. This was exactly what I needed after a tense practice. Weed and a fine ass girl by my side. Consider it my version of heaven.

Ariana shifted in her seat. Her thighs pressed together even more. "You’re not doing me."

I put the bowl down, sliding my hands up her thighs and tugging her towards me. It’s not for a lack of trying on my part.

Her eyes locked on mine. I thought you said the first option was nixed.

You tell me. My hands moved further up her thighs. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip. A mix of unease and excitement swirled in her hazel eyes. She wanted to play. She just didn’t know how to. I’ve got you. My hands moved around her body, gripping her ass, and lifting her onto my lap. She gasped her hands, landing on my shoulders. I drew her face in. My tongue flicked over my lips before I kissed her. Our tongues tangled together. My hands gripped her ass. It didn’t take long for her to start moving on my lap. The friction had my cock standing at attention in no time.

I moved so that I was lying on my back with her straddling me. Her hands rubbed my chest, taking my shirt with them. I pulled it over my head. She started to lift off me. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her in place. You can stay right where you are.

Taking a deep breath, her hands pulled at my shorts, just barely pushing them down. I watched her waiting to see her next move. She planted her hands on my chest and leaned forward. I lifted my head meeting her mouth with my own. My hands rubbed her back, soothing her nerves. Her skirt was bunched up. It wouldn’t take much to slip inside of her. The knowledge had me holding her in place while I lifted my hips to push my shorts down, exposing my hard cock. Then I pulled up her skirt before snaking my hand between her legs, roughly pushing her panties aside, feeling how ready she was for me. I shifted so the tip of my cock could rub against her clit. She pulled her mouth from mine. Her body stiffened as a moan slipped past her lips. My cellphone sounded from where I’d dropped it on the floor. I pulled Ariana back in for a kiss ignoring the damn thing. Her hips moved ever so slightly, letting my cock slide between her folds. She adjusted her hips, letting the tip slipped a little further in. Every pass drew me closer and closer to being deep inside of her.

There was a knock on the door. Ari, I’m leaving, Chyna announced. Ariana froze, looking over her shoulder at the door.

Are you fucking kidding me? I huffed as she scampered off me. She quickly adjusted her panties and tugged her skirt into place. With a groan, I stood pulling my shorts up. "You can stay. We can finish what we