As we neared the doors to Jamaica’s dorm, I slipped my hand beneath her sweatshirt and teased my fingers along her side, reveling in the goose bumps I raised on her skin. As hard as she pretended I didn’t get to her, her body gave her away every time. While I truly hadn’t come over to her place with the idea of repeating Saturday night, watching her eat ice cream, her pink tongue licking the spoon the way I wanted her to lick me, changed my mind.
“It’s a school night,” she hedged even as she pressed closer to my side.
“Only for a minute, Island Girl,” I coaxed.
She glanced at my other hand, and I laughed. “No, I don’t have my fingers crossed.”
“Okay, but only for a minute. I have a nine o’clock class in the morning.”
“I lift at six.”
When she relaxed into me, I didn’t bother to tell her that on a few occasions, I’d partied all night on a Thursday and still made a six o’clock lift session on Friday morning. What I was thinking about doing with her was far easier on my body, even if it was a workout.
She keyed us into her room, and I tossed my snapback onto her desk and pulled my hoodie over my head, dropping it over the back of her recliner. That chair had given me all kinds of ideas the first time I’d seen it. As I lowered myself into it, those ideas crashed into the forefront of my thoughts.
“A leather recliner isn’t standard dorm furniture.”
Careful to hold her shirt down with one hand—damn it—she peeled her hoodie over her head and hung it on a peg on the back of the door. “It’s my one indulgence and the only piece of furniture I own.”
Somehow she managed to skirt my legs and seat herself on the edge of her single bed. The revelation about her recliner changed my plans. I didn’t want us to break it if we got too rambunctious in it, which with the current state of my cock was a distinct possibility.
“It’s comfy. And big enough for two if you sit on my lap.”
“Callahan,” she warned.
Running my hands over the butter-soft leather, I said, “Yeah, you’re right. We should take care of your one piece of furniture, especially with how much it helps you read every book five or six times,” I teased.
Crossing her arms over her pretty rack, she harrumphed. “Not all of us were born with an eidetic memory, smart-ass.”
That harrumph was cute as hell.
“For the sake of your academic needs, we’ll spare the chair.” In one quick move, I pinned her to her mattress. “But dorm furniture is fair game.”
The first quarter in the piano room showed me yet another attractive side to my girl. The flirting in the second quarter at the ice cream shop revealed we were on the same page when it came to exclusivity. The third quarter was touch and go until she invited me inside. Fourth quarters were always about winning. I intended for both of us to win. She squeaked my name and squirmed beneath me. Then we locked eyes, and the game changed.
Taking my time, I lowered myself along her side, careful not to squish her, and ran my nose along her jaw, dropping a kiss on her chin and nibbling my way to her lips. The kiss began slow and gentle until she shifted to press her front to my front. Fisting her hands in my shirt, she urged me closer, and I accepted her silent invitation.
I slid my hand beneath her shirt, smoothing my way along her satiny skin until I found the clasp of her bra. As I deepened the kiss, I unclasped her bra and let my hand roam until I found my prize. Cupping her firm breast, I discovered her taut nipple. Unable to resist such a gorgeous find, I worried it with my thumb and index finger and enjoyed hearing the whimpers coming from the back of her throat.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging it the way I liked when I planted my face between her thighs. Our tongues tangled, mimicking the rhythms and motions I wanted to do with other parts of our bodies. When at last I needed air, I tore my mouth from hers and sat up, pulling Jamaica up with me.
The dazed expression on her face mirrored my own feelings. Kissing this girl was the hottest experience of my life and one I knew I’d never tire of even if I was lucky enough to have it every day. Gathering my shirt at the back of my collar, I dragged it over my head and tossed it in the seat of the recliner. When she didn’t immediately follow my lead, I pushed her shirt and bra up her sides and over her head to join mine in the chair.
“Mmm.” I licked my lips as I stared at the tight little buds of her nipples. “Cherries and cream. Did I mention that’s my favorite?”
She answered with a heavy-lidded expression I had no trouble deciphering. Easing her back onto the mattress, I went to work pleasuring one pretty nipple with my lips, tongue, and teeth while plucking and petting the other. Writhing and moaning beneath me, she speared her fingers into my hair and held me to her, telling me exactly how much she enjoyed my attentions to her beautiful breasts.
I played with her chest until she pushed me away. “It’s too much, Callahan. I can’t take it,” she pleaded.
Yeah, she could, but I gave her a break as I licked and kissed my way to the waistband of her leggings. God, I loved how she filled out a pair of them. Hooking my fingers in the elastic, I tugged them down ahead of my mouth until she had to lift her hips to let me ease them off her. Though I gave her gorgeous tits a rest, that didn’t mean I’d be taking it easy on her pretty pussy. Burying my face between her thighs, I kissed her once as a warning before I went to town licking and sucking her clit. Her sweet taste fired me up, and I hummed my appreciation against her skin.
Sliding my fingers into her wet channel, I pumped in rhythm with my tongue. She rewarded my efforts by moving her hips with me. Her head thrashed on the pillow as she tugged my hair hard. Fuck, I loved how she didn’t hold back, showing me how much she enjoyed what I did to her. The whimpers and moans and oh-God-Callahans that escaped her lips spurred me on. She covered her mouth with both hands, her muffled screams telling me she was about to tip over the edge. When she clamped those luscious thighs around my head, her body going rigid with her release, I sucked her clit hard, my fingers pumping steadily in and out.
And she lost it.
Her body arched, her hips lifting us up off the bed as my name echoed around the walls of her room.
That was what I was after.
As she settled back onto the mattress, I sat up on my knees between her legs. Deliberately capturing her eyes, I licked and sucked her sweetness from my fingers and enjoyed the hitch in her breathing, the involuntary squeeze of her thighs against mine.
“You’re better than ice cream, babe.”
“Oh,” came out on a croak. She swallowed a couple of times and said, “I can’t believe we just did that. In my room.”
I bounced up off the bed, shucked my jeans and boxers, and pulled a condom from my wallet. Jacking myself a couple of times, I asked, “You want to do the honors?”
“Um.”
Her uncertain glance at her bed drew a chuckle. “Babe, we only need room for one.” Nodding toward her precious recliner, I said, “We could even enjoy this in your favorite chair.”
When she narrowed her eyes at my suggestion, I grinned and knelt between her legs again, rubbing the pad of my finger over her still-hard clit. Surging up to meet my touch, she cried out and snatched the foil packet from my fingers. With stunning alacrity she suited me up and lay back, taking me down with her. She guided me to her pussy, and I didn’t have to be asked twice.
This girl. Fuck. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Jamaica Winslow.
Still, I took my time and filled her slowly, inch by inch, until I was balls-deep inside her. The green of her eyes deepened to black as she clawed at my shoulders and wrapped her endless legs around me, urging me deeper. Her slick, tight heat was heaven on earth, and I wanted nothing more than to pound into her—hard. Instead, I leaned down and took her mouth, ravaging her lips and tongue, sucking and biting and tasting until she started writhing and squirming beneath me. Only then did I start to move.
Her soft body molded perfectly to mine as she matched my leisurely rhythms. But those didn’t last—not with how much she’d been on my mind, especially after Saturday night. Especially after learning more about her tonight. I pushed up onto my knees and lifted her knees, pushing them up on either side of her head as I pounded into her. Digging her nails into the backs of my hands, she held on, her eyes blazing green fire into mine. Then she threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream, and that was it. Lightning barreled down my spine as the orgasm tore through me. Her name left my throat on a shout as her inner muscles clamped around me, milking every last drop of life out of me.
At last, I let go of her thighs, and her feet hit the mattress on either side of my hips as I collapsed on her, my face buried in the pillow above her shoulder. Long minutes later I sensed her fingertips gliding up and down my sweaty back, sending shivers over my skin. I groaned and wished I could stay right here, joined to her, for the rest of my life. But since I outweighed my lady by about a hundred pounds, I knew I had to move and let her breathe.
Carefully, I pulled out and disposed of the condom in the trash can beside the desk. Then I tugged the covers out from under her and slid in beside her, urging her onto her side so we could both fit on her narrow bed. With our faces mere inches from each other on the pillow, I studied her even as she studied me. I smiled as I tangled my fingers in the soft curls our playtime had dislodged from her headband.
“You’re really something, Island Girl.”
Her full, pouty lips begged for a kiss, which I was only too happy to steal from her.
“For the record, my only goal for coming over here tonight was to take you out for ice cream.” I fingered a curl then dropped my palm to her cheek and ran my thumb along her jaw. “But the way you savored your treat gave me other ideas.”
“Which totally explains how you came prepared with a condom in your wallet.” She smirked as she traced the tat on my chest with her fingertips.
“After what went down between us on Saturday night, I thought it wise to be prepared.” I smiled. “After tonight, I’m always going to have two in my wallet.”
“You are entirely too cocky, Hotshot.” The way she touched me, tracing the football tat on my skin, took all the heat out of her chastisement.
“You are entirely too tempting, Island Girl.”
Even in the low light coming from her desk lamp, I caught the pink that stained her cheeks at my compliment. Jamaica was such a contradiction. Single-mindedly focused on her pre-law classes, totally no-nonsense when it came to school, yet funny, musically gifted, and the hottest woman I’d ever had in the sack. She blew my mind. When she was out in public, nothing and no one—except for Dr. Dair—fazed her. But in private whenever I gave her a genuine compliment, she colored up or ducked her head or deflected. I had the sense she didn’t see in herself anything other people could easily see. That kind of humility drew me to her as much as her kick-ass brain and gorgeous body.
The quiet sigh that puffed over my chest told me my girl was about to drop off. It seemed to be a pattern with her: I sexed her up, she blew my mind, and then she crashed. But I couldn’t spend the night in her narrow bed and still be functional in the weight room in the morning.
“Hey, babe. Don’t fall asleep.”
“Huh? What?” She already sounded incoherent.
Sliding my hand down, I gave her ass a spank. With a squeak, she arched into me and nearly knocked me off the bed. “What was that for?” Indignation replaced incoherence, and I grinned.
“Women’s dorm. You need to walk me out.”
“Ugh!” She flopped back down on the bed. Then she walked her fingers up my abs and over my chest, shooting me a coy expression from beneath her brows. “You could stay here.”
“Sorry, babe. Your bed is too small for the two of us all night.” I covered her wandering hand with mine, pinning it to my skin. “Plus, I only brought one condom. No way would I be able to spend all night with you without waking you up at least once for another round. I’m not tough enough to have you this close for hours and not want to be inside you.”
Her eyes sparkled. “There’s a condom machine in the community bathroom in the lobby.”
“You still have to get up and either go there yourself or escort me there.” I laughed at her grimace. “No matter how you try to avoid it, you have to get up, put on some clothes, and escort me out.”
“Fine,” she huffed.
This close to midnight on a Monday, the lobby was deserted. She walked me to the front door where I pulled her in close. “We’re still on for a study session tomorrow night, right?”
She tossed me a look. “Of course.”
Clearing my throat, I said, “Do we have to meet in the library or the Union?”
Furrowing her brow in consternation, she asked, “Where else would we meet?”
“After practice, I could pick you up from work and drive you to my place. There’s plenty of room there, and no one else will be home.”
“I don’t know, Hotshot.”
Pulling out my ace, I said, “Absolutely zero chance of interruptions from jersey chasers.”
As I’d hoped, that grabbed her attention. “I have to admit, that’s a plus.”
Lowering my head, I whispered against her lips, “I’ll pick you up at eight-ish. Maybe you should put your toothbrush and a change of clothes in your backpack.”
“Callahan—”
I kissed her half-hearted protest right out of her head. When I looked back from the sidewalk a few minutes later, she was watching me with a sweet little smile on her face.