Convenient Fall (Players of Marycliff University Book 2)

by Jerica MacMillan

  Well, yeah he did. He'd go jerk off in the shower and cuddle in next to her after he undressed her. Then they'd finish in the morning. After she finished puking, anyway. This way, they could have fun now and in the morning. So much better. And hopefully she wouldn't need to puke either.

  He was naked by the time she finished lighting the candles on her dresser and nightstands and put the lighter back in the drawer where she kept it. She still had her clothes on. She walked slowly around the bed to him. Her heavy-lidded eyes raked over him, taking him all in.

  He palmed his cock with one hand and watched her make her way over to him. “You seem to be overdressed.”

  She hummed in agreement. “Wanna help me with that?”

  He stepped closer to her, his hands going to her hips. Bending his head, he took her mouth, pulling the fabric of her cami up so he could run his hands underneath. He skimmed his palms up her rib cage and enjoyed the softness of her skin and the way she shivered under his touch. His fingers encountered an elastic band and slid underneath. Megan wasn't wearing a bra. She broke the kiss and raised her arms, letting him pull her top off, now bare from the waist up.

  Chris's hands immediately went to her breasts. Cupping them, holding them up so his mouth could devour them. Megan arched her back, giving him full access to her. When he broke away she had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, her face flushed with arousal. He straightened and let his hands fall to her waist where he undid her jeans and pushed them down.

  Megan was always responsive, but with just enough alcohol in her to be a little drunk, she was completely uninhibited. He was loving this and couldn't wait to see what other reactions he could get. She helped get her jeans and underwear all the way off and kicked them to the side, her eyes never leaving his. With one hand she reached out and stroked over his chest, down his abs. The other hand joined it, stroking up and behind his neck. With one hand stroking his cock, she pulled his head down for another searing kiss, their tongues dueling, both of them fighting for control.

  With her this aggressive and responsive, Chris was so turned on he was afraid he wouldn't last long if she kept stroking him. He ran his hands down her arms, gripped her wrists, and gently pried her hands away from him, taking control of the kiss and the pace. He pinned her hands behind her back again, like he had that first night they got together to stop her from hitting him. This time she didn’t struggle against him, and her breasts rubbed against his chest in a move that was deliberate and provocative. He pushed her back toward the bed, making her stumble, and letting her go so she would fall to the bed. She sat down heavily but stopped herself from laying all the way back, her lips curved in a sexy smirk, her eyes dancing with mischief.

  She reached forward to grab his cock again, but he caught her hand, not sure what she was trying to do, but sure he wanted to be in charge now. He'd let her have her turn later. Her other hand came up and reached for him, and he caught that one as well. Using his body and his hold on her, he pushed her back all the way. He held her hands pinned down while he took her mouth. She struggled against his hold, but he didn't let up until she relaxed and just kissed him back.

  He pulled back and grinned down at her, then transferred one of her hands so he held them both in one hand pinned above her head. “I got you.”

  “What are you going to do with me?” Her voice was a little breathless with anticipation.

  His grin grew wider. “Whatever I want.” Without waiting to see what her response might be, he dipped his head again, kissing her neck, working his way down over her collarbone to her breast. He stayed there for a while, enjoying the little gasps and breathless moans he elicited from her with his teasing.

  “Chris.”

  The sound of his name on her lips brought his eyes to her face, his mouth still on her nipple. He sucked it, flicking the tip with his tongue. “Hmm?”

  She gasped again. “Chris, please.”

  He released her nipple from his mouth and brought his head up to look in her face. “Please what?”

  She squirmed. “Please fuck me. Now.”

  “Soon.” He turned his attention back to her breasts and she groaned. Smiling against her skin, he finally released her hands, unable to continue holding them while he kissed his way down her body. He settled himself between her thighs and ran his hands down her legs to grip her ankles, moving her feet so they were flat on the bed, forcing her knees to bend and spread wider for him. He ran his hands down her thighs to her waiting sex, her pussy spread and wet with arousal. Just for him.

  He started slow, licking with the flat of his tongue, never spending too much time focused on any one area, teasing her. He held her down with his hands on her hips. She was getting impatient, though, and soon her hands were in his hair, grinding his face into her. Knowing what she wanted, he pulled back enough that he could slide two fingers inside her—eliciting another groan followed by a whimper—then sucked her clit into his mouth. Seconds later she exploded around him, her muscles clenching on his fingers, her hands clutching his hair so tightly that it stung his scalp while he helped her ride out her orgasm.

  Sitting up on his heels, he reached for a condom on the nightstand. Megan watched him roll it on, her arms and legs splayed, still limp from her orgasm. He watched her watching him, enjoying the undiminished lust still on her face. Once the condom was on, Chris didn't waste any time. He nudged her thighs a little with his knees to make room for himself and surged inside her. Megan's legs immediately went around his waist, her ankles hooking behind his back. He loved when she did that, loved how it made him feel wanted, welcomed, home.

  He'd never much cared for missionary position or its variations before. But with Megan it was different. Everything was different. So different it almost started to scare him.

  Pushing those thoughts aside, he bent his head to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while he thrust his cock into her pussy again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, her gasps and sighs letting him know she was getting close again. He broke their kiss, wetting his thumb with his mouth. A slight shift allowed him to reach between them, his thumb finding her clitoris. She arched against him and the combined friction inside and outside pushed her over the edge again. He pulled her legs up and plunged in as deep as he could once and again, prolonging her orgasm which set off his own release.

  He collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her tight against him and dropping a kiss on her shoulder.

  “Wow.” Megan still sounded out of breath. He couldn't help his self-satisfied smile. “That was …”

  She trailed off and he lifted his head to look down at her, an eyebrow lifted in question. “That was …?”

  “Yeah, that was … amazing. I love … the way you make me feel.”

  Something had flickered across Megan's face, but it was gone before he could decipher it. He looked down in her eyes, still heavy lidded, but no longer glassy with alcohol or lust. “I love the way you make me feel, too.”

  When she relaxed against him, he realized she'd tensed up. What was that all about? He kissed her briefly on the mouth and got up to take care of the condom. When he came back out of the bathroom, Megan had gotten under the covers and rolled over.

  He smiled to himself again. As much as she'd had to drink followed by enthusiastic sex, no wonder she was tired. He climbed into bed behind her, pulled her against him, and fell asleep as well.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Megan woke up the next morning with Chris's arm wrapped around her and his chest pressed against her back. His morning erection poked into the small of her back. Her mouth felt dry, but her stomach and head were okay, which was a rare experience after a party. Chris had made sure she drank lots of water, which meant she hadn't drunk as much alcohol, and the water counteracted what she'd had enough to stave off a hangover. What it also did was make her need to pee like a racehorse.

  She slid out from under Chris's arm and made her way to the bathroom. She decided to brush her teeth to get rid
of the sticky, post-drinking aftertaste. The other thing about not having a hangover meant that the entire night before was crystal clear in her mind.

  Including the fact that she'd almost told Chris that she loved him.

  Spitting in the sink and rinsing her mouth again, Megan chastised herself for her stupidity. Some mind-blowing sex and she was about to declare love to the guy. Okay, it wasn't just about the sex, though that was pretty great. It was the way he would sit and study with her, even though she knew he hated it. The way he'd pull her in for a kiss when he saw her no matter where they were or who was around. Once she'd even bumped into him with a bunch of his teammates after her PE class, and he'd stopped mid-conversation to come over just to say hi and kiss her before she went to her next class. He was more considerate than she'd ever expected, both in and out of the bedroom. How was it that this sweet guy was the same one that just had random hook-ups at parties before now?

  The combination of alcohol and back to back orgasms had loosened her tongue, and she'd almost spilled her feelings. She'd managed to cover it quickly enough that he hadn't seemed to notice, thank God. She didn't want to scare him off already. But if she wanted to survive this relationship without being destroyed, she needed to rein in her feelings. Though she suspected it might be way too late for that already.

  She looked at herself in the mirror. “Fuck.”

  “Everything alright?” Chris pushed the door open and popped his head in.

  She forced a smile on her lips. “Yeah, fine. Why?”

  “You don't usually say fuck for no reason.” He'd opened the door all the way and propped himself against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

  Megan shrugged. “I just remembered that I have a big assignment due tomorrow that I've barely started.” That wasn't entirely true. She'd been working on her project for her art class for a while, but that was a believable reason to be cursing at herself in the mirror first thing on a Sunday morning.

  Chris's eyebrows went up. “You? Forgot an assignment? I better write this down. I don't think that's ever happened before.”

  “Haha.” She smacked him on the arm and pushed him out of the doorway so she could get through. “It's not that I forgot, I just lost track of the date. I was going through my weekly schedule in my head and realized that my figure studies are due tomorrow. I've got some of it done, but I need to finish it today.”

  Chris pulled her into his arms, and she couldn't help relaxing against him. The skin of his chest was warm against her cheek, and he dropped his head to nuzzle her hair. “Since you're behind on an assignment, which seems crazy to me, do you need to get working on it right away, or can you spend a little time with me first?”

  She lifted her face, accepting the kiss he pressed to her lips. “I think I have some time. I'm not that behind. It was just something that I'd forgotten I need to do today.”

  “Good.” He touched his lips to hers again and again, sprinkling light, teasing kisses on her mouth, then down her jaw to her ear, where he nipped at the lobe before he sucked it into his mouth. She gasped and her core clenched from the attention. Who would've thought earlobes were an erogenous zone? No one had ever done that to her before him, and damn, it was hot.

  Chris lifted his head and stepped back, leading her back to the bed where he sat down, his cock hardening again after having come down from its typical morning wood. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on before he pulled her against him so that she straddled his lap. He continued pressing light kisses over her collarbones and down the valley between her breasts. He cupped her breasts with both hands and held them so he could lavish them with attention from his mouth, alternately sucking, flicking, and biting the sensitive tips until she felt like she couldn't take anymore.

  Megan clutched his head to her chest, grinding against his cock and letting the tip bump against her clit. She felt like she could come just from that and him teasing her breasts. He slipped one hand between them, angled himself at her entrance, and she slid down, her breath catching in her throat as he filled her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his head resting just above her breasts.

  They stayed like that, joined together but still for a moment and relished the connection between them. Then Megan began to move, slowly at first, but picking up speed. She held on to Chris's shoulders and used him for leverage, lifting, dropping, grinding against him, his hands on her hips to guide her. Soon he was pushing against her as well, his hands on her hips pulling her down with more force so that he hit her just right both inside and out. Once again, when she was getting close he slipped his hand between them, his thumb circling her clit, providing the right amount of friction to send her over the edge, with him following close behind.

  * * *

  “Why are you drawing Matt?” Chris had come into the living room after taking a quick shower to find Matt on the couch playing video games and Megan sitting cross-legged on the floor with a sketch pad.

  She glanced up at him. “I’m finishing my project that's due tomorrow. I told you about it already, remember?”

  “Your homework is drawing pictures of Matt?”

  “Yup.” She popped the p, then stopped and looked up at him, mischief dancing in her eyes. “It's for my figure drawing class. We're supposed to draw someone in their natural habitat, so to speak.” She waved a hand at Matt. “I’m drawing Matt. I have to do a series of sketches. This is my last one.”

  Chris digested this for a moment and tried not to feel jealous that she hadn't chosen him. “Why him, though?”

  She gave him a knowing smile. Damn. He was being really transparent. Even Matt snickered on the couch. “Shut up, Matt. I can't draw you very well when you're jiggling like that.”

  Matt paused the game and looked affronted. “I don't jiggle!” Chris laughed out loud, not even trying to hold it back.

  “Call it whatever you want. Moving some to play your game is fine, but when you're laughing or suppressing laughter it changes the tension and lines in your body. Stop it.” She turned to Chris. “And you. Stop being ridiculous. Matt was a logical choice. I see him for tutoring and at home, so I have access to him in a variety of spaces, and he doesn't try to jump my bones every time I see him. You would've spent every session trying to see my sketch pad, like you're doing right now, or trying to get in my pants. Neither of which is helpful.”

  Chris grunted. He didn't want to admit she was right but knew that she was. She narrowed her eyes at him in one final quelling glare and turned back to her sketch pad. He stood off to one side, careful not to block her light, but with a good enough vantage to watch her work. He knew she was an art major, but he'd never watched her work before. It was fascinating to see her bring the image of Matt to life with what looked to him like a few sweeps of her charcoal pencil and some shading here and there. She made it look effortless, though he could see that she was completely absorbed in her work. She'd even managed to capture Matt's look of triumph when he blew up an enemy outpost on the game he was playing. It was amazing.

  He waited until she'd finished to sit down on the couch. She closed her sketch pad and put it away before moving to settle in next to him. Instead he grabbed her hips and sat her down on his lap. She looked at him in surprise, but he just wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest, where he kissed her thoroughly. He only stopped when Matt made a sound of disgust next to them.

  “Didn't you guys get enough of each other this morning?”

  Chris smirked. “Nope.” He kissed Megan once more before he pulled back. “I had no idea how good of an artist you are.”

  “Really? You've been looking at my stuff for weeks.” She gave him a quizzical look.

  “What are you talking about?”

  She rolled her eyes. “The paintings in my room?”

  It rankled a little that she called it her room and not their room, but Chris decided not to dwell on that and focus on the important part of what she'd said. “You painted those?”
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br />   “Yes.” She was laughing at him now.

  He stood up, dumping her back on the couch. He went into their room—her room—and actually looked at the artwork hanging on the walls. Some of them were famous prints, but the rest were originals. He'd noticed that, he just hadn't realized they were her originals.

  “Holy shit, Megan. Those are awesome.” He settled himself against the doorway with his arms crossed.

  Megan met his gaze, but her face was sad. “Thanks. It's nice that someone thinks so.”

  “What does that mean?” Matt had paused his game and looked at her now, joining in the conversation.

  She shrugged and drew her knees into her chest. “My parents don't approve of my pursuing art as a degree. To be honest, they don't approve of me in general.”

  Chris frowned. Her family didn't approve of her? “Why not?”

  She hugged her knees tighter, not looking at either him or Matt. “They're conservative and religious. They don't like that I'm going to a secular school, pursuing what they consider a frivolous and worldly major, and not living with them.” She did raise her eyes then. “They don't approve of parties or drinking, and they're not aware of the extent of my involvement with either of those things. And they definitely wouldn't approve if they knew I lived here.”

  “You didn't tell them you moved?” That was Matt again.

  “Well, I told them I moved and gave them the address, but I didn't tell them that I'm not living with Abby anymore, or that I'm living with two guys, and I definitely haven't told them that I'm now sleeping with one of my roommates.” She gave Chris a wan smile before she dropped her eyes again and started picking at the fabric of the couch.

  Chris let his head drop for a moment and suppressed the clenching in his gut. She didn't want to tell her parents about them? Was she embarrassed that she was with him? “You haven't told them you're seeing someone?” He tried to keep his voice unconcerned, but it came out a little strangled, especially on the last word.