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Slipping two fingers inside, I circle her clit with my thumb. “I love how wet I make you.” I bend forward to kiss her, and she moans against my lips. “Damn, Shan.”
My cock is hard, so turned on by the sounds she makes that I hope I don’t come too fast. She’s driving me fucking crazy as she writhes beneath me.
Fingering her tight pussy, I continue my slow exploration from her mouth and kiss my way down her chest to suck on her nipples. She bucks against my hand, another scream ripping from her wet, puffy lips.
I eventually settle between her legs, clutching her thighs in both hands as my tongue rolls over her clit. She threads her fingers through my hair, her entire body trembling. I love the way she tastes, and the sexy sounds she makes.
Lapping up her juices, I slip my tongue between her wet folds. She just about chokes me when she squeezes her thighs together as an intense orgasm commands control of her body. The way she moans, it’s like she’s possessed, driven to insanity. She’s doing the same to me.
“Jamie,” Shannon moans one last time as I peek up from between her thighs. She’s still holding my hair in a vise-like grip, slowly letting go.
I reach into the drawer next to my bed and grab a condom, quickly undressing before I roll it down my length. She stares at my cock, her lips parted and chapped. Extending her hand, she gestures for me to get back in bed with her, not satisfied until I’m repositioned above her.
I lean forward to kiss her neck, teasing her as I make my way to her lips. She arches her hips, her hand gliding down my back to push my cock inside her. She bites down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes with each inch I take, careful not to fill her right away.
She feels so fucking good I have to concentrate even harder not to come. Taking my time, I ease in and out of her, damn near losing my mind with each thrust. Her body relaxes as I break through her inner walls. She rocks her hips, working in a rhythmic motion along with me.
Shannon sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each moan that escapes her lips. She’s beautiful, perfect, and right now she’s mine. Strands of her long, dark hair cover the side of her face, and when her mossy green eyes find mine, there’s a look of ecstasy in them.
Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I pound into her harder, faster. Her body convulses, tightening her grip on my cock. She screams so loud my teammates can probably hear her downstairs, but I couldn’t care less. The only thing I care about right now is making her come again.
A series of moans pierce my eardrum, forcing me to work harder. She lets out one last sigh as her body settles, and it’s not much longer before I lose control. After I collapse on top of her, completely spent, I kiss her one more time before rolling onto the mattress next to her.
“Damn, Shan… that was…” I can’t even get the words out. Both of us are out of breath, still coming down from our high.
She curls up next to me and rests her head on my chest. “That was…” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I say, unable to finish the thought.
That was exactly what I needed.
Chapter Eight
Shannon
When I open my eyes, the left side of Jamie’s naked, muscular body is covering mine. He smells like sex and his spicy aftershave I love so much. Last night was incredible, possibly the best night of my life. Jamie has a way with his hands, mouth and…
Head out of the gutter, Shannon.
Just thinking about Jamie inside me is doing too many things to my body, and I need to focus. Like right now.
I peel Jamie’s arm from my chest and sneak out from under him until I’m able to slide off the mattress. He rolls over, his eyes still closed, a soft sound creeping from his lips. He’s even more attractive when he’s sleeping, as if that were even possible.
A hint of light creeps through the slit in the curtains. It’s only six o’clock, and I don’t have a class for another two hours. Living off-campus has its disadvantages, the ability to roll out of bed late being one of them. I have to take two buses to get to campus every day. Now, I only have a five-minute walk to Penn Hall. I could get used to this, though I don’t want to get too comfortable.
For the first time, I get a good look at Jamie’s bedroom. Movie and television posters cover the walls of his bedroom. Characters from Star Trek, Marvel Comics, and Mage Wars are the most prominent.
I still can’t believe his dad is the creator of one of the most popular video game universes in the world. The Fallen Universe is Marvel big, and from what I’ve read, a major movie deal is in the works. I knew Jamie was rich, but he’s like the young Tony Stark of Strickland University, and it’s such a turn-on.
A large, mesh spider web covers half of one wall. Nestled inside it are figurines of characters from Spider-Man. Below the web is a long wooden desk where four computer monitors are flashing different screensavers. Boxes of what appear to be computer equipment, stacked neatly against the wall on the floor next to an executive rolling chair.
Stepping into Jamie’s bedroom is almost like getting a personal tour through his mind. He has handwritten notes on tablets covering his desk, scattered all over the place. He scribbled The Queen on a piece of paper and circled her name several times in red marker. As I glance at the notes, I spot The Queen several more times. There’s a list of numbers that look like IP addresses written on a notepad.
Is he tracking The Queen, the new gossip blogger who’s haunting the guys on his team? My sorority sisters love her app. They devour every single picture and post. Almost everyone on campus has downloaded the Dethroned app, hanging on every word this girl writes.
By the looks of it, Jamie’s a little obsessed with this girl. She’s probably someone on campus with an ax to grind against the Kane twins. Though he’s never been mean to me, Tucker’s an asshole. He goes through women faster than he changes socks.
The more I peek at Jamie’s things, I feel like I’m violating his privacy. Realizing my mistake, I step away from his desk and get dressed. Jamie removed my clothes so fast last night, distracting me with all the orgasms he gave me, that I missed tucking Cameron into bed. I’ve missed calls from my parents along with a few texts.
