King of Campus

by Jennifer Sucevic

  Her eyes hold mine for just a moment before she says with just enough heat to have my cock twitching in my shorts. “Or maybe we just throw them in the dryer.”

  Before I’m even able to process the words, she grabs the hem of her shirt before slowly dragging the drenched material over her head. Feeling suddenly paralyzed, all I can do is stand there with my breath caught in my throat as she begins unbuttoning the red little shorts that are currently plastered against her tight tummy and hip bones.

  Have I mentioned just how amazingly long those sexy little shorts make her legs look?

  Like they go on for miles and miles.

  Still holding my eyes, she steps out of the shorts until she’s standing in nothing more than a lacy pale pink bra and a tiny frothy scrap of material I’m going to guess are panties.

  Holy shit this girl is hot. All the saliva in my mouth instantly dries as my eyes eat her alive. Even though my cargo shorts are freezing cold, I’m now sporting a massive hard on.

  She glances down at the boots still adorning her feet. “I guess it’s not so sexy with these on, huh?”

  My gaze falls to the tan leather Timberlands strapped to her feet before slowly traveling up her toned athletic body. “Actually,” I swallow thickly, “its way sexier than you can even imagine.” I’m not lying either. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.

  One side of her mouth tilts up at my horse sounding words. Her eyes take on this sexy light as if she knows her own sex appeal and enjoys flaunting it. And yeah… that’s freaking hot as well.

  “So… would it be even sexier if I took off the bra and underwear?”

  Damn, I can’t tell if she’s fucking with me or not.

  I’m barely able to choke out the words as I imagine what that would look like. “God, yes.”

  The smile slowly falls from her lips as she reaches around her narrow body and unclasps the back of her lacy little bra. As it snaps apart, the thin straps torment me by sliding oh-so-leisurely down her arms until her breasts are finally bared.

  I’m not going to lie- I’ve been fantasizing about what Ivy looked like since she slammed into me on campus. What I find is even better than my imagination could possibly conjure, because standing before me is absolute fucking perfection. I didn’t think I could get any harder. I was wrong. I’m so stiff it’s actually painful. And the last thing I need is to freaking come in my shorts like some goddamn prepubescent teenager.

  How fucking humiliating would that be?

  Yeah, we’re not even going to go there.

  Her breasts are small, tight, and slightly rounded. They’re topped with gorgeous little blush colored nipples that are already thrusting out at me as if begging for attention. I just want to wrap my lips around one of them and suckle it into my mouth. Then I want to lick and suck the other rosy bud until she’s moaning to feel my hot mouth everywhere else on her tight willowy body. I must groan or something because fire suddenly leaps into her eyes as if she’s just as turned on and impatient as I am.

  Which, let me tell you, isn’t possible.

  Before I can babble out some kind of ridiculous nonsense about thanking god or her or someone for the amazing moment I’m having here, she wiggles her way out of that little pink scrap of fabric covering up the only part of her my eyes haven’t touched. As she kicks them off, I realize it’s a teeny tiny thong.

  Once again my gaze slides greedily down her gorgeous body. Long and lean. A flat belly that dips in at her hip bones and…

  I swallow thickly as my eyes slide down to her gorgeous pussy.

  Two words for you- completely bare.

  Which is sexy as fuck.

  I want to plow my hand through my hair, but I don’t. Instead I whip off my shirt before tossing it somewhere over my shoulder. Then my trembling fingers… yeah, for fuck’s sake, my fingers are actually shaking, I fumble around with the belt before unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. They crash to the ground at my feet before I hastily kick them away. When I’m in nothing more than my boxer briefs, I quickly unlace my boots.

  When both my boots and socks have been tossed aside, I look up at her standing before me in nothing more than her Timberlands.

  Goddamn, that’s one sexy mental snapshot.

  “Come here, beautiful.” My voice is all low and gravelly. I hope I don’t scare her with just how growly it sounds. She steps forward until I can start working on her knotted laces. In record time, I have her out of those sexy-as-fuck boots.

  Yeah… I know, who would have thought?

  Certainly not me…

  Once she’s totally bare, I allow my hands to leisurely slide their way over the smooth pale skin of her calves to the delicate undersides of her knees before moving past the lean muscles of her thighs to her gently flaring hips.

  When my hands finally slide around to her ass, I pull her forward until I can press a soft kiss to the vee of her heated flesh. Her breath catches in her throat as I do. It’s music to my ears. And it only stokes the flames that are leaping and twisting within me. God, but I just want to spread her wide and lick every single gorgeous inch of this girl.

  Ivy is, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.

  Up until now, all I’ve done is screw around with scores of faceless, nameless women. Tons of them. So many, I’ve actually lost count. I stopped keeping track a long time ago. None of them were anything more than a quick fuck. At first it was a way to prove to myself and others that I was nothing like my father. Then it was a way to release pressure. To turn off my mind and forget about the constant stress of performing with a few moments of mindless pleasure. And I enjoyed it. I mean, come on… of course I enjoyed it.

  A soft wet pussy and big bouncy titties…

  What’s not to enjoy?

  Although in the back of my mind, I always knew why they were with me. I knew they didn’t give a shit about me anymore than I cared about them. But this… what’s unfolding at this very moment, couldn’t be more different than every single sexual experience I’ve ever had.

  I care about Ivy. And I think… I think maybe I mean something to her as well. She wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t have feelings for me. And that, I realize, makes this so much more special than almost any other moment of my entire life.

  Suddenly I’m glad it’s Ivy I’m experiencing this with. This isn’t going to be some fast fuck or a faceless screw. No. I’m going to take my sweet damn time. And I’m going to make love to this beautiful woman who is giving herself to me.

  Coming to my feet, I press my lips gently against her mouth, allowing my tongue to sweep inside, mingling with hers for just a heated moment or two. Damn, but it would be all too easy to let the attraction between us burn hot and consume us. But that’s not what I want. Nope. I need to slow this down and just enjoy what’s unfolding between us. I feel her fingers slip inside my boxers before running rather tortuously up and down the iron hard length of me.

  I can’t help the low growl of need that falls from my lips. I’m seriously holding on by a frayed thread. My balls are so tightly drawn up against my body they’re literally aching for release.

  “You gonna lose the boxers?” She murmurs the words huskily and damn if that doesn’t send me rocketing right over the fucking edge.

  “Consider them lost,” I whisper fiercely against her mouth. In three seconds flat, I make good on that promise. The boxers have disappeared and we’re both naked, embracing one another as the sun strokes our chilled flesh. My skin may still be cold from the impromptu swim we just took, but I’m freaking burning up inside.

  Without another word, I wrap one arm under the back of her thighs as I hoist her up into my arms. She can’t weigh more than a buck twenty or so. She’s so light. About half my weight.

  She nestles close to my bare chest as I carry her towards the house and through the front door to my bedroom. Gently I place her in the middle of the king sized bed. Her gorgeous body sinks into the feather comforter. Her ey
es burn into mine and for just a moment it feels as if my heart actually skitters to a halt before pounding right out of my chest.

  I’m struck by the thought that this girl matters.

  She matters more than anyone else ever has.

  How’s that for a kick in the balls?

  Lost in my thoughts, I must stand there staring down at her for just a moment too long because suddenly she’s stretching her hand out to me. Placing my fingers in hers, she tugs me until I’m collapsing onto the bed, semi sprawled over her, with our eyes still clinging. Leaning down, I take her lips with mine before our tongues slowly tangle together.

  Even though I’m dying to bury myself deep inside her, I don’t. I want this moment to last. I want to draw out every ounce of pleasure that I can. I want this to be something neither one of us ever forgets. This needs to be the sexual experience that all others get measured against.

  And then are found lacking.

  It’s a tall fucking order but I think I’m up to it.

  Hell, I know I am.

  I spend a good ten minutes licking at her mouth, sucking on her tongue, just generally tormenting her until she’s as mindless and frenzied as I am. If the small whimpering moans that are falling from her gently parted lips are any indication, then I think she’s loving it. As much as I could spend the rest of the day just adoring that gorgeous mouth of hers, I want to explore the rest of her long slender body now that I finally have it exactly where I want it.

  With teasing strokes, my tongue and lips slip from her chin to the hollow of her neck. With care, I bath the pulse that beats a steady thumping rhythm under her delicate flesh before sliding my way over her narrow shoulders and breast bone. I want to learn every single curve and dip until I know her as well as I know myself.

  When I finally reach the gentle swell of her breast, I take my time slowly nuzzling her with my lips and teeth. Ivy arches her body as I circle my way closer and closer to her tightened nipple. Unable to resist, I swipe over the hardened bud with my tongue.

  One stroke, then two before sucking it deeply into my mouth.

  Her body writhes beneath mine. Breathy little moans full of pleasure fall from her lips as her fingers rake their way through my still wet hair. With a popping sound, I release her nipple. I can’t help but stare at her in fascination.

  Her body is absolute honeyed perfection.

  I used to think that breasts needed to be supersized. Larger than life. Ginormous. With big button-like nipples topping them like cherries on a monster sundae. If a girl wasn’t practically busting out of a low cut shirt, I barely spared her a glance. I had zero appreciation for such high, tight small globes of flesh.

  I almost snort. I am such a fucking asshole.

  No… was

  I was such a fucking asshole.

  But no more.

  Because Ivy’s breasts are utterly flawless. I’d be surprised if she was anything more than a B cup. Taut and perky. With beautiful little pink nipples that get so damn hard and erect, I want to stroke and suckle and play with them for hours.

  Unable to resist, my lips slide over to the other one as I worship it in much the same fashion until Ivy is undulating against me. Her hot little body pulsing and squirming with pleasure. God, I love that her body is so damn responsive.

  To me.

  Only me.

  I guess that’s something we’ll have to talk about after...

  You better believe we’ll be discussing that after we’re finished here. Although when that’ll be… who the hell knows. Not for a damn good long time, if I have my way.

  “Roan, I want you in me… now.” She sounds as if she’s burning up inside. I know exactly how she feels. “Right now!”

  Raising my head from her breast, my eyes drill into hers. Even though I’m hard as hell, a small smile tips my lips upward. “Bossy much?” I can’t believe I’m even teasing her at a moment like this, but I am. Being with Ivy is just so damn easy.

  She makes some sort of growly noise from deep within her throat. “Don’t be an ass and make me beg for it.”

  I actually perk up at the notion of Ivy Kaster begging for anything, let alone my cock inside her perfect body. Talk about fucking hot...

  She spreads her thighs wide as I settle between them. The thought of having those long toned legs wrapped around me as I pound into her has me clenching my teeth, trying to harness and control every single instinct hammering through me right now. My eyes arrowing down to that gorgeous pussy of hers certainly doesn’t help matters.

  Damn.

  “I need to taste you, Ivy.” With my gaze fastened onto the delicate pink folds of her flesh, I can’t help but lick my lips in sweet anticipation. Almost desperately I want to feel her pulsing against my tongue. I want to lap at her cream before sucking that little clit of hers into my mouth.

  She moans again, shifting restlessly beneath me. “Not now,” she breathes, sounding almost as if her body is racked in agony, “later.”

  For just a moment I stare down at her, my eyes sliding over the very core of her.

  Temptation thrums through me like a heavy drumbeat. God, but I just want to slowly run my tongue over the length of her. As much as I want that, the need to be inside her keeps clawing at me. The throbbing head of my cock is nestled right against her wet heat. Holding myself rigidly above her, I can’t help but watch the way our flesh connects. I want to see the precise moment I slide inside her.

  Shit. Sweat pops out against my brow as I concentrate on the joining of our bodies.

  The mere thought of being buried deep inside her has me on the verge of losing it. I almost want to squeeze my eyes shut so I can rein it in a little bit. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be blowing my load before she even has a chance to blink her eyes.

  And just to be clear- that has never happened before.

  Ever.

  Even though my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders right now, I remember to ask, “Are you on the pill?”

  She shakes her head frantically. “No. We need to use a condom.”

  My eyes slice from the glistening lips of her pussy, spread so beautifully for me, to those dazed green eyes of her.

  Shit.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Yes, I think that just about sums up the situation perfectly.

  “Don’t you have any in your room?”

  Now why the hell would I have a stash of condoms here? Quickly I shake my head as I rack my brain for an answer. Because if I don’t come up with one fast, I’m probably going to lose my fucking mind. “I don’t bring girls here.”

  Even though this suddenly feels like a dire predicament, a slow smile blooms its way across her flushed face. “I’m the first girl you’ve ever brought here?”

  My eyes fasten onto hers. “You’re the only one,” I confirm softly. For so many things, but I don’t add that.

  Alright, back to the situation at hand.

  Condoms.

  Do I have any?

  I know there weren’t any in the pockets of my shorts or wallet. I can’t believe I forgot to bring the fucking condoms! Unbelievable. Wait a minute… Truck. I think there might be a few in the glove compartment.

  “I, ah, think there are some in the truck. I’ll be right back.”

  Before she can even blink her eyes, I’m up and running through the cabin and out the front door. My junk is flopping around but I don’t give a shit. Then I’m racing across the gravel drive (shit- that fucking hurts!), and yanking open the passenger side door before delving into the glove compartment like my goddamn life depends on it.

  Three.

  I send up a very quick prayer of thanks.

  Wrapping my fingers around all three, I race back to the cabin before diving onto the bed, ready to take up the precise position I was in. Which was, in case you forgot, my still throbbing cock poised at the entrance of her gloriously spread pussy. The condoms are still fisted in my hand as if I’m afraid I might lose even one. When I finally meet her eyes ag
ain, she looks like she’s just on the cusp of losing it.

  “I could hear you swearing a blue streak out there.”

  Now that I have her back in my arms and I am absolutely one hundred percent certain this is going to happen, I huff out a relieved breath before my lips start twitching. “Fucking gravel,” I chuckle. “I think there might be a piece embedded in my foot.”

  With her eyes clinging to mine, her body begins to shake with silent laughter. I can’t help but follow suit. Jesus Christ. Now we’re both dying. Since the last thing I need to do is stab her with my rock hard cock, I roll off her and onto my back. She immediately curls up into a ball besides me, her body practically convulsing.

  It takes a couple of minutes for our laughter to subside. When it finally does, Ivy rolls towards me. She drapes her arm across my abs as her head rests against my chest.

  Moments ago, I was so jacked up I thought I was literally going to be a one pump chump. Now, Ivy is wrapped up in my arms, we’re still chuckling about what just happened and I honestly couldn’t feel more content.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  It’s like the King of Campus doesn’t have eyes for anyone other than Ivy Kaster. I guess that old saying is true- when they finally fall, they fall hard… KingOfCampus.com

  “Ivy, can you stick around after class for a few minutes?”

  Toweling off my face, I give Eric a quick nod. We’ve just spent the last hour and a half learning new chorography. It’s always a challenge, but one I absolutely love. A few girls are trying to convince me to come out with them tonight and see a local band that’s playing near campus, but I can’t. Roan and I are still adding a few finishing touches to our project which is due on Friday.

  Once they head out, Eric quickly approaches. “You know how I said I have a friend who’s a choreographer with the Cincinnati Ballet?” He leaves that question hang in the air between us.

  My heart stutters for a few beats before rioting almost painfully against my chest. I want to say- yes, of course! But I don’t. I can’t do anything more than stare at him with eyes that feel like they’re going to pop right out of my head.