Depravity (King University Book 1)

by Jacob Chance

  I brush my teeth and strip down to my boxer briefs before climbing beneath the covers. The mattress is unexpectedly comfortable and my eyes drift shut. Sighing when images of Sophie invade my thoughts, I do my best to shut them down, but there’s no chance of that. Hundreds of snapshots of our day together fill my mind. She was adorable with Sam and Tanner. She held her own talking to them and I could tell they both like her. Tanner maybe too much. We might need to have a talk, so I can fill him in on exactly how off limits Sophie is.

  The mattress dips next to me and my eyelids slowly roll open. Who the fuck climbed into bed with me? They’re adjusting the covers over themself like they didn’t just crash my slumber.

  Gripping the edge of the blanket, I yank it down exposing Sophie. “What are you doing here?” I ask, blinking sleep from my eyes.

  She giggles. “I couldn’t remember where my room was. I already mistakenly tried to climb into bed with Sam. Can you please just let me stay? This bed is big enough for both of us.”

  She wants to sleep here?

  Should I let her?

  My palms move up and down my face, scrubbing the sleep away. I need to be awake enough to make a logical decision.

  “Please, Miles. I’m tired and all I want to do is get some rest.”

  Sighing, I hesitate to reply.

  “Pretty please? I promise not to hog the bed.”

  “You better not, or you’ll get pushed out onto your ass.”

  She laughs. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

  She’s right, I wouldn’t let her delectable ass get bruised unless it was by my hand. Fuck. This isn’t going to end well.

  “Goodnight,” I say, hoping to put an end to all conversation. Falling back to sleep knowing she’s half naked in my bed will be difficult and I just want to get to it.

  “Nighty night,” she chirps, snuggling down under the covers.

  Closing my eyes, I hold still and focus on clearing my mind of all conscious thought. The sooner I return to sleep, the better. Especially now that Sophie is here.

  The bed bounces, jarring me. Gritting my teeth, I wait for her to stop moving. There’s a small window of about twenty seconds before she’s bumping into me.

  “What’s going on with you?” I growl.

  “I can’t get comfortable and I’m cold. The air conditioning in this room feels like the freaking tundra.” She snuggles closer to my side.

  Taking pity on her, I roll over and pull her tiny form into my chest. Burying my nose in her soft hair, I inhale the scent of flowers that always accompanies her.

  She burrows into me, scissoring her legs with mine. A hum escapes her lips. The throaty sound combined with her silk-like skin brushing against mine and her sweet scent surrounding me has my cock raring to go.

  So much for sleeping.

  She slides her leg up and down the inside of my calf until I’m ready to crawl out of my own skin with desire. Reaching under the covers, I grab hold of the back of her bare thigh. “Jesus. Stop moving.”

  “Sorry,” she mumbles.

  Leaving my hand on her leg, I close my eyes once more. My dick is still painfully hard, but I’ll have to do my best to forget about her lying here in my arms wearing only panties and a t-shirt. Yeah, good luck to me. Fuck.

  She wraps an arm around my waist, plastering her tits to my chest and her face to my neck. Her nails scratch down my back and a groan slips from my lips. Christ. I can only take so much.

  Before I realize what I’m doing, my palm slides along the back of her leg until my fingertips tease along the bottom edge of her panties and the curves of her ass cheeks.

  Fingers gliding down, I clutch her thigh, raising her leg over my hip. My cock notches perfectly between her legs and a satisfied grunt escapes my lips. Rocking my hips forward, I grind into her softness, making sure the head of my dick rubs her clit with each pass.

  “Oh God, yes,” she breathes, her obvious enjoyment urging me on. My hand moves up to delve down the back of her panties, cupping the fullness of an ass cheek before sliding lower to tease her entrance.

  “Please, Miles,” she moans, and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t give her anything she asked for at this point.

  I push two fingers inside her drenched pussy and she clenches them tightly. Rocking my hips up into her clit at the same time I finger fuck her greedy pussy might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Her panties and my boxers are still on, creating a sense of forbidden and adding another level of excitement to this interlude.

  We shouldn’t be doing this for so many reasons, but none that I can remember right now. My brain has turned to useless sludge. I feel like a teenager in the back of a car, fingering a pussy for the first time. Except this is so much better because I know what I’m doing and I’m going to make Sophie come so hard.

  “Oh fuck,” she pants, throwing her head back. Leaning forward, I suck on the fragile column of her neck, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of her skin. I bite the curve of her jaw and her fingernails furrow into the top of my shoulders. My lips slide up to claim hers, catching the shuddering breaths of her orgasm with my mouth. It’s fucking sexy as hell and I want to suck every ounce of pleasure from her. Inhale and swallow her down until she’s a part of me.

  She’s barely finished trembling when her fingers land on my dick, tracing out the shape through the cloth of my boxers. Tearing her lips from mine, her hand slips inside the waistband, drawing the material down until my cock springs free.

  “Yes,” I groan, too invested in what she’s about to do to me to protest. All I can think about is hand or mouth? Whichever way this goes, it’s looking pretty fucking good for me.

  Her hand grips me harder than I expected and my hips reflexively jerk forward wanting more. Pre-cum is leaking from me and she swipes her thumb over the tip, painstakingly circling the head until I’m gnashing my teeth from the exquisite torture. I catch her hand under mine, stroking downward until she’s at the base. I move our joined hands up and down a few times and then I’m at her mercy. She can do whatever she wants with me.

  Rising to her knees, she looks like a goddess worshipping my cock and it’s all I can do to hold my orgasm back.

  Moonlight streams through the windows, painting Sophie in a silver glow. “Lift up your shirt and show me your tits.”

  She does what I say, all without losing focus on the cock in her hand. She’s a multitasker and that bodes well for me.

  “Fuck me. You’re gorgeous.” Reaching forward, I pluck one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger and then run my palm over the taut peak. She responds by tightening her grip on my cock and pumping me faster. The slick sounds combined with the sight of her working me over has an orgasm slamming into me. I come harder than ever, ropes of my release coating her hands and my stomach as my hips jerk beneath her. When I finally settle down, I take in her immensely pleased expression and realize what I’ve done. Fuck me.

  Sitting up, I quickly rise from the bed. Grabbing one of my t-shirts from the corner chair, I bring it to Sophie to wipe herself clean. Handing it off without a word, my feet drag on the carpet as I cross the bedroom and enter the bathroom. I clean myself up with a wet cloth and avoid looking in the mirror. I don’t want to see my own disappointment staring back at me.

  Instead, I grab another washcloth for Sophie. Returning to her, I take one of her hands in mine, and wipe away all traces of my indignity, before I repeat the same motion on the other side.

  “Thank you,” she whispers, staring up at me like I’m a hero. In actuality, I’m a horrible person for allowing anything to happen.

  Sophie’s a little drunk and high and I took advantage of both. We’re going to have to talk in the morning, but right now my head is still spinning from the hand job and the orgasm that for the first time in over a year, didn’t come from me.

  I drop the washcloth on the floor, too conflicted about the night to care. “Get under the covers. We need to get some sleep while we can.”


  She scrambles to the top of the bed, tucking herself down between the sheet and the comforter. I slip in on my side, staying as close to the edge of the bed as I can.

  She seeks me out, backing up until her ass is against me. “Goodnight, Miles.”

  “Night,” I sigh. Now isn’t the time to beat myself up about what we did. The morning will be here soon enough and then I can clear the air between us. It will be a tough conversation to have, but it’s necessary.

  Sophie’s breaths slow and deepen within a minute or two and I know she’s asleep. I envy her for being able to forget about what just happened and fall into a deep untroubled slumber. Somehow, I know this will be a sleepless night for me.

  After another hour of staring at the ceiling and berating myself for what happened, I slip from the bed and get dressed. With three adults in the house I feel comfortable leaving Joey while I head out. It’s time to go for a run on the beach and clear my mind.

  Stepping onto the sand, I stare out at the horizon where the sun appears to be rising like a golden-pink ball from the sea. There’s nothing quite like a sunrise at the beach. Moments like this feel spiritual to me; like I have a place in this world and I matter. Sometimes, it seems like my only purpose in life is being Joey’s father and to do the best I can for him. I feel so much pressure to be an even better provider than my parents were and show him so much love he never doubts my feelings for a second.

  Bending down, I lower myself onto the sand. Drawing my knees up, my arms dangle between them as I watch the sun creep higher in the early morning sky.

  I wanted to be a professor for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure what was so appealing about it to me at such a young age. Maybe it’s because Miranda used to make me play school with her when we were younger and she always got to be the teacher.

  Now that I’m working my “dream job,” it doesn’t always feel as satisfying as I imagined. I’m just a small cog in the big education wheel. While I like my job, I’m not as passionate about it as I once was. I’m not changing lives or doing work for the greater good. Most of my students I come into contact with are spoiled rich kids who don’t even want to be in my class. But the thing about teaching is seeing that spark of excitement in a student’s eyes; is addicting. That’s what keeps me going. That and the stack of monthly bills I have to pay.

  Ruminating on the importance of feeling like I have a larger purpose never goes well for me. It always comes down to me reminding myself that Joey is my sole purpose for all that I do. He’s all that matters. If my job doesn’t always seem fulfilling, that’s okay. I’d like to be having a more positive effect on the younger generation than I do, but that’s not important. Being a professor pays well and provides for my son. Maybe when he’s off in college doing his own thing, I can start in on my second career, whatever that may be. But for now, I need to keep on doing what I’m doing. And that means not fucking things up by screwing around with a girl I have no business being with.

  Rising, I brush the sand free from my shorts and begin a slow jog down the beach. The soft sand is tiring on my calves, but the workout is needed. Once I’ve settled into a comfortable pace, I let my thoughts wander to Sophie and what we did. It’s difficult to regret something that was so enjoyable. Even now, I want to hurry back to the condo and pick up where we left off. Even though I know it’s wrong.

  What happened wasn’t just a sexual thing for me. I’ve been fighting my feelings and my attraction for the three weeks we’ve known one another. And no matter what I try, I can’t seem to talk myself out of how I feel.

  She’s so different from Sandy. Sophie’s been guileless and candid during all our conversations. There’s an innocence about her I find altogether too appealing. She’s sexy in an understated manner that’s more attractive to me than the ‘in your face’ way my ex was. I always thought of Sandy as the most beautiful woman, but now I know that’s not the case. And Sophie intrigues me on an intellectual level as much as a physical level. Every part of me wants more of what happened during the night, except my brain. My brain is telling me I’m a dumb fuck and I know it’s right. But I’ll never be able to forget one second of our time together, no matter how much I try.

  15

  Sophie

  Waking up with a headache is never a good thing. Add to that a fuzzy memory of how I came to be in Miles’ bed and it’s worse. But what I can remember with absolute clarity is every minute Miles had his hands on me and mine were on him. Shivering, I lie still and relive the moments.

  Engulfed in his masculine, woodsy scent, I never want to leave this bed. Where did he go so early? I don’t hear anyone up. Joey might still be sleeping.

  Was Miles afraid to wake up with me in the bed?

  The door opens and the object of my thoughts walks inside. He hesitates when he notices I’m awake and looking at him.

  “Morning. I’m going to take a shower.”

  “Good morning,” I groan mid stretch, watching as he saunters to the bathroom. Sweat glistens on his skin. I bet he went running.

  I hear the water start and debate with myself for a couple of minutes about whether I should join him or not. Oh what the hell? I scoot from the bed, stripping off my panties and t-shirt as I walk. I’m naked before I enter the bathroom. Opening the shower door, I slip inside.

  “Whoa, what are you doing?”

  “I thought it would be much more fun if we showered together.”

  Miles holds both hands up to ward me off, a bar of soap cupped in one of them. “Last night was a mistake. You need to leave and let me finish my shower.”

  I edge forward, until the stream of water rains down over me. Pushing my hair back from my face, I stare up at him through eyelashes spiked with water droplets. “Let’s shower together. We can conserve water and time.”

  “Sophie, what’s gotten into you? This isn’t like you.”

  “I’ll tell you what hasn’t gotten into me,” I jest. My sense of humor hasn’t come away uncorrupted after growing up with two older brothers. Snatching the bar of soap from his hand, I lather up my palms and rub the suds all over his chest. I use the soap to scrub his skin and my other hand caresses the soap away.

  Miles’ fingers grip my hips, and at first it seems like he’s going to push me away from him. But my soapy palms wander down to his stomach and a hoarse groan expels from his mouth. It doesn’t take long for me to drop the soap and close him in my tight, sudsy fist. I could only resist the lure of his cock for so long. Which is ironic because I was never that in to sex with Clay. There’s something about Miles that makes me want to be bolder than I usually would be. Maybe it’s because he’s older than me and I’m so comfortable with him. Touching him seems so natural, almost as natural as touching myself.

  Stroking my hand up and down his rock-hard dick, I rinse the soap away. Touching him has my pussy quivering with need. I have to know what it’s like to be fucked by Miles. I want to experience what sex would be like with him. I’ve given this a lot of thought and I know it might take some persuading on my part. But I can bide my time and wait for it to happen.

  He opens his mouth, most likely to tell me to stop and I drop to my knees on the tile floor of the shower.

  “Sophie,” he husks my name in warning. “You shouldn’t be--” My mouth swallows the tip of his cock and then I slide down as far as I can go. “Oh fuck.” His fingers thread through my wet hair, cupping my head as I draw back.

  Eyes locked on his, I greedily suck and slurp my way along his length. Gripping my head tightly, he begins thrusting in and out of my mouth. I’ve never had anyone lose control like this with me and it’s a heady feeling. I do the best I can to keep sucking, but he’s fucking my mouth. Saliva leaks from both corners of my lips and my eyes tear more each time I gag.

  “I’m going to come in that pretty mouth of yours. And you’re going to swallow it all down, every fucking drop.”

  “Mhm,” I moan around his thick length as he comes with a feral growl. Hi
s hips buck with each pulse of his release.

  He holds me in place until every drop of come has been swallowed. “Goddamn. Where did you come from?”

  “Well, I was in your bed and followed you in here.”

  “Haha, smartass.” He slaps one of my ass cheeks and I’m surprised by how much I like it. Clay sure didn’t do that to me.

  “It’s your turn now.” He turns off the water and wraps me in a large, fluffy white towel before slinging one around his lean hips.

  “What do you mean exactly when you say it’s my turn?”

  “I mean, I’m going to devour your pussy until you explode all over my tongue.”

  “Oh.” I gulp.

  He stalks closer and sweeps me off my feet. I wrap an arm around his neck and stare at him wide-eyed.

  “Does the thought of being at my mercy scare you?”

  “No. Should it?”

  “Maybe. I’ve never been this hungry for a pussy before.” He lays me at the top of the bed, kneeling between my legs. Peeling the two sides of the towel open, he reveals my naked body to his fiery gaze.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.

  “Your pussy has never been kissed? Never been licked and teased until you come?”

  “No, to all of those things.”

  He flashes a shark-like grin. “You might want to hold onto something. This could get rough.”

  My fingers clench the comforter as he backs up and lies down on his stomach. I can feel his warm breath wafting over an area no one’s ever been this close to before. Clay never wanted to try this and I was foolish enough to let it slide.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve wondered if your pussy could possibly taste as sweet as I’ve imagined?”

  I shake my head, incapable of a reply. I’m speechless that he’s been thinking about me in such a way.

  “Too many times to keep track of.” He runs a finger through my slit, stopping to coat my clit with my juices. “But I’m never going to forget what the first taste of you is like.” His head lowers and my eyes drift shut only to fly open at the first swipe of his tongue. “Hmm,” he groans, “You taste so fucking good. I could do this all day.”