Campus Player - Page 84

Except...when I concentrate on the probability of independent events, I conjure up an image of Demi as she removes a piece of clothing and that only makes me harder. How messed up is that?

“I’m going to come,” she whimpers, breaking into my thoughts.

Thank fuck!

No, seriously. I mean that with all sincerity. Thirty seconds more, and I would have embarrassed myself.

Instead of speeding up the way my body insists, I hold a steady pace. My balls tighten as her cries grow louder. There’s a distinct possibility the tip of my cock is going to explode. What I’ve learned from this experience is that a blow job is good, but sex is fan-fucking-tastic.

Or maybe, more specifically, it’s sex with Demi that’s so amazing. I’m not sure, although I suspect it might be the latter.

When she cries out my name, her pussy spasms, strangling my cock, and I totally lose it, coming with a vengeance. It’s like the floodgates have opened, and there’s no holding back. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and there’s an excellent possibility I blacked out for a moment. When I finally come to again, Demi is leaning over me with a smug grin wreathing her face. My fingers bite into her hips, wanting to keep her seated on my dick.

“So,” she asks, satisfaction dripping from her voice, “what did you think?”

What did I think?

What did I think?

I think I could fuck this girl for the rest of my life.

Damn. That’s a scary thought. And yet...not really. I’m not quite sure what to make of it, so I push it aside for the time being. Then I shutter my expression before shrugging. “It was good. Although, out of curiosity...is that all there is to it? Like, is there anything more?”

Every bit of arrogance filling her expression vanishes as her eyes widen. “Is...there...anything...more?” The question gets pushed out slowly as if it’s foreign, and she’s having a difficult time wrapping her lips around it.

It takes everything I have inside to keep a straight face. “Yeah, you know, like a trick at the end or something?”

A garbled sound gets emitted from deep within her throat. “A trick?”

“Yeah. That was a lot of grinding. I expected you to do a little bit more.”

When her body stiffens and fire leaps into her dark eyes, I can’t stop the laughter from shaking my shoulders as it echoes throughout my body.

“Wait a minute—you’re fucking with me?” She sits up and smacks my chest.

I grab her hands before she can inflict any real damage. “Yeah, I’m joking around. You have to know that was amazing.”

Her brows jerk together as she grumbles, “Damn right, it was.”

I tug her closer before smacking a kiss against her lips. “Nothing I imagined could have prepared me for how spectacular that felt, and that has everything to do with you.” I raise my hand to her cheek before stroking my thumb across her lower lip.

Her body softens, turning pliant. “Good.”

Quite honestly, I don’t know how it could have been any better.

With a sigh, she relaxes against my chest. Her steady inhalations fill the space between us. For the first time in my life, true contentment settles over me. It’s as if the last puzzle piece has fallen into place. It’s a strange feeling. One I could get used to, if I’m not careful.

31

Rowan

As I hustle my way across campus to meet Demi for lunch, my phone breaks into the whirl of my thoughts. In case you’re wondering, those thoughts have everything to do with the dark-haired soccer player. I’m in so fucking deep with that girl I don’t think I’ll ever get out. At this point, I don’t even want to.

We’ve been public with our relationship for more than a week, and the talk around campus has finally died down. People are getting used to seeing us together. I’d wondered if the guys on the team would give me a hard time, but other than a few harmless comments, no one has said boo. Now, does that necessarily mean shit isn’t being said behind my back?

I’m sure it is. Those dudes gossip like a bunch of old ladies standing around in a church parking lot. At least they’re smart enough to keep it out of earshot. They’d get their asses handed to them by yours truly if they didn’t. Plus, most of these guys think of Demi as a little sister. They’re protective of her and will shut down any bullshit they hear floating around campus.

So yeah, life is pretty damn good at the moment. I don’t have any complaints.

I slip the phone from my pocket and stare at the screen.

Mom. Guilt slices through me. I’ve been so wrapped up in Demi that I haven’t checked in to see how everything is going. Normally, we talk a couple of times a week. I should probably stop at home and see how she’s doing. Maybe we can grab dinner.

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