Hooped (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #1)

by Claire Adams

  “Okay,” I said, not even entirely sure what I agreed to. Devon’s fingers inside of me, his thumb working away at my clit, made it impossible for me to think, impossible for me to even focus on stroking him. He tugged my panties the rest of the way down, thrusting his fingers faster inside of me, wriggling and curling them until he brushed up against my g-spot. I cried out, arching up off of the bed, grabbing at his shoulders; it felt as if a white-hot electric shock had worked through me—and I wanted more. Devon chuckled lowly at my reaction, kissing me all over my face and neck, and made me shiver as he brushed against my g-spot every few thrusts of his fingers, bringing me quickly to the edge of orgasm.

  He swirled his thumb around my clit relentlessly, working both of my pleasure centers at the same time, and I began stroking him harder and faster as I tried to hold back, wanting to savor how good it felt; I could feel Devon’s precum flowing freely, slick against my hand, his cock twitching between my fingers as he became more and more turned on as well. Devon pushed my hand away gently, working me faster and faster with his other hand, and I couldn’t have held back any longer no matter how much I wanted to—even if my life had depended on it. I felt my fluids gushing around his fingers as every muscle in my body tensed, the first wave of pleasure crashing through me. I panted and cried out as my orgasm intensified; Devon showed no signs of letting up, his fingers working me steadily as wave after wave of sensation crackled through my nervous system, blotting out all thought.

  Devon’s fingers slowed as the last of the spasms began to abate; I was shivering uncontrollably, panting, my heart racing from the pleasure that still tingled through me. Devon moaned lowly near my ear before kissing me on the lips, his fingers pulling away from me, his hands moving to caress me everywhere in a way that was somehow strangely soothing.

  After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to look up at him. “That’s—that’s already better than what I’ve ever done,” I said with a little grin. Devon laughed, brushing his lips against my temple.

  “Then you’ll really love what comes next,” he said, lifting me up just enough to unhook my bra in the back. He tugged the fabric away from my body, throwing it onto the floor of his bedroom.

  “Hey, how is it fair that I’m naked and you’re not?” Devon grinned, pulling himself up onto his knees to look down at me. I blushed as he took in every inch of my naked body with obvious appreciation.

  “Well for one thing, you’re way hotter than I am naked,” Devon pointed out.

  “Still not fair,” I insisted, arching an eyebrow. Devon laughed, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxer-briefs. He pushed them down over his hips, and my breath caught in my throat as his cock sprung free. He was big—bigger even than I had thought. I had fooled around with guys before; I’d gone down on my boyfriend senior year, and we’d gotten each other off a few times. The knowledge that Devon’s cock was about to be inside of me was almost enough to make me want to ask him to stop.

  As if he sensed my hesitation, Devon tossed his underwear away and lay down next to me, pulling me close. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he murmured. I shook my head.

  “I want to,” I told him. “I really, really want to. You’re just really...huge.” Devon laughed.

  “We’ll go slow, then,” he suggested, laughter still permeating his voice. “If you need me to stop, just tell me.” I nodded, still not quite convinced; but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to know what he would feel like inside of me. “Are you on the pill?” He asked me. I wracked my brain, still foggy from the climax I’d had.

  “Yes,” I said, remembering suddenly. It was the first thing I did every morning: take my pill and then brush my teeth.

  Devon slithered on top of me, touching me everywhere. “You’re going to love this,” he murmured against my lips. He slipped down between my legs, and I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing against my soaking wet labia, teasingly close but so far away at the same time. “Remember: if you need me to stop…”

  “If you stop I swear I am going to kill you,” I told him. Devon cackled at my comment, all the while guiding himself up against me. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he thrust into me. I felt the tip of his cock push past the initial resistance of my body—it was so tight, so full, that for a moment I almost did tell him to stop; but the next instant, he was sliding in deeper, filling me up inch by inch with heat, rubbing along my inner walls. I moaned out, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, pushing my hips down to meet him.

  Devon began to move inside of me slowly, pulling out just a little bit and then sinking in deeper and deeper, sending little electric jolts of sensation through my nerves. “Shit, Jenn,” Devon said breathlessly, panting against my neck. “You feel so good, baby. So good.” I fell into his rhythm, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts, kissing everywhere my lips could reach and letting my hands wander all over his body. Devon began to pick up his pace slowly but steadily, giving me time to get used to him before he started thrusting just a little bit faster, pushing a little bit deeper inside of me with every movement.

  It felt so good—so right, my whole body tingling, moving automatically. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as my muscles tightened around him in little spasms; I was getting closer and closer to orgasm every second—I wanted to hold back, but it was impossible. It felt too good. Devon managed to hold himself back as I came for a second time, crying out with pleasure, grabbing at him, my hands slipping on his sweat-slick body while every muscle tensed and then relaxed in little spasms. He slowed to a near stop and then started again, moving a little faster this time, building me up just as quickly as he did before. Every movement of his hips rubbed against my clit, sending tiny jolts of sensation through my body that made it impossible to think.

  Devon was thrusting into me hard and fast, both of us moaning out over and over again, touching each other everywhere, panting and gasping. We both hit our climax at what seemed like the same moment—I could never be sure afterward if there had even been a heartbeat of difference—clinging to each other as if for life itself. I felt Devon’s cock twitching inside of me more and more, felt the sticky slick gush of his come shooting into me, making my orgasm that much more intense. We kept moving until we collapsed in a heap on the bed, limbs tangled up together, gasping for breath.

  Chapter Four

  I had no idea of what time it was as Devon and I lay in bed together, recovering from the orgasms that had shaken us. I curled up against him, still able to feel the aftershocks coursing through my body. “How was that?” Devon asked me, tilting my face up to his. I giggled.

  “God, I feel like I can’t stop laughing,” I told him, shaking my head.

  “Then it must have been good,” Devon said, with a little, satisfied grin. He held me close to him, his hands wandering over me in a slow, soothing way. I could still feel little muscle spasms in my legs; somewhere deep down in my hips I’d started to feel an ache that seemed both perfectly natural and strange. I wanted more—I wished that I had the energy to propose to Devon that we go at it again, but all I could do was cuddle close to him while I tingled and shivered.

  We talked for a little while, about nothing at all, about sex. “That was what you were going to tell me, wasn’t it?” Devon asked me, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly. Devon laughed, running his fingers through my hair.

  “Well, it worked out for the best. I didn’t hurt you, right?” I shook my head, giggling again. I felt so good—so happy, so satisfied. It surprised me; it wasn’t as if I’d never had an orgasm before. But what had happened with Devon was so much more than just getting off.

  “No, that was so great that if I wasn’t exhausted right now I’d be begging you for more.” Devon grinned, kissing me lightly on the lips. He pulled the blankets over us when I continued to shiver, commenting on the fact that his room always seemed to be the coldest in the frat.

 
The talk between us began to die down slowly; I kept waiting for Devon to suggest I should go back to the dorms—offer to walk me back, or something like that, but he didn’t make any indication that he wanted me to leave. I became more and more sleepy as the lingering aftershocks began to die off, and eventually even if Devon had wanted me to leave, I would have had a hard time prying myself out of his bed. I nestled in close to him and fell asleep, contented and so full of pleasure that I almost laughed as I thought of the fact that at one point—not so long ago—I had thought that nothing could possibly have salvaged the evening. I had been wrong in the best possible way, I thought to myself as I fell into a deep sleep.

  The next morning, I woke up in phases; for a moment, even before I opened my eyes, I was disoriented. I felt someone in the bed next to me, heard the little sounds of slow, steady breathing, and without looking knew that I was in a different room, a different bed. Then the events of the evening flashed into my mind seemingly all at once, and I opened my eyes to see Devon, curled up on his side next to me, fast asleep. There was the little throb of a headache at my temples from all of the alcohol I’d consumed the night before, but it was not the worst hangover I’d ever experienced. I almost giggled, thinking in amazement of the turn of luck I’d had. Not only had I managed to meet Devon Sealy—the legend of legends, the star of the basketball team—but I had ended up losing my virginity to him.

  It hit me that I had lost track of all of my friends the night before; I had no idea where they had ended up, and they definitely didn’t know where I was, if they had even noticed I wasn’t with them. I climbed out of the bed carefully, wincing. I was still tender, still aching slightly between my hips from the night before. I didn’t know how much sleep I had gotten, but it hadn’t really been enough. I fumbled through my clothes and purse and found my phone; there was only 12% battery power left, and as I unlocked the screen I saw a flood of text messages asking where I was, if I was okay. I sent out a group text that I was fine and got dressed in my clothes quickly. Oh god, the walk of shame, I thought to myself wryly as I pulled on my still-damp panties. Devon was fast asleep still, and I looked at him for a long moment. The night had been so amazing; I couldn’t imagine a better first time. I decided it would be pointless to wake Devon up to tell him I was leaving. I tiptoed out of his room, down the stairs, and out of the frat house entirely, fighting back the urge to giggle. In spite of how tired I was, I couldn’t help feeling great, even with the ache between my legs.

  I made my way across campus as quickly as I could; even though almost no one was awake until noon, I didn’t really want to run into anyone. It was bad enough to be walking across campus the morning after a huge party with the same thing I’d been wearing last night; I thought for sure anyone who took one look at me would immediately know what I had done. I shook my head to myself, unable to fight back the grin. Devon had been so good to me; he’d been so sweet, especially once he knew I was a virgin. I couldn’t think of any guy I’d ever met who could possibly be better.

  I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that all of my friends—everyone who had gone to the party with me—were in my dorm, waiting for me when I arrived. “Where were you? What happened?” I felt my face burning up and tried to push down the blush even though I knew it was impossible.

  “Oh,” I said, shrugging. “I got tired of waiting for all of you to decide to head home and crashed in one of the bedrooms upstairs,” I said quickly. “I didn’t want to walk back alone and I didn’t know where any of you were.” I shrugged it off again. “God, I’m still tired; I need to get out of these clothes.”

  I ducked into my room, leaving my friends in the common area to chatter amongst themselves. I couldn’t believe how energetic they were—and how tired I was. I grinned to myself. The more I thought about it, the easier it was to believe how tired I was. After all—I’d had a big night.

  I wasn’t sure why, exactly, I’d hedged about where I’d been. Considering how the girls had plastered themselves on guys at the party, it wasn’t like they’d judge me for going to bed with someone. None of them knew that I was a virgin. But I thought about how Devon had been; he’d been so sweet and kind to me, so gentle with me. He had been ready to stop anytime I wanted to; he had worked hard to make sure I had enjoyed it. I thought with a little flicker of hope that it was just a little bit possible that it might turn into an actual relationship. My heart beat faster at the thought.

  If I did want actually to be Devon’s girlfriend, I doubted that he’d want me to go around telling all of my friends about how good he was in bed, about how big his cock was. If it was me, I’d hate that, so I had to give him the same respect. I giggled to myself, stripping off my clothes from the night before. I could still feel the tenderness between my thighs, the ache in my hips. I wanted to savor it as long as I possibly could, by myself. I didn’t want to share the facts of what had happened with anyone. At least for a little while, I wanted to keep it all for myself. I told myself that there was nothing to be ashamed of; after all, I had wanted Devon, and he had wanted me, and that was all that was really needed to have sex with someone. Even my own parents hadn’t tried to preach the “wait for marriage” doctrine to me; though my mom did say that she would rather I wait until it was a guy who was absolutely nuts about me. Devon liked me—I knew he did. So it was okay.

  I was so tired that I decided I absolutely had to have a nap before I did anything else that day; the dining hall wouldn’t even be open for another couple of hours anyway. I called out to my friends to come and get me when they went for brunch and curled up in my bed to think about Devon and how sweet he had been. I ended up falling asleep almost immediately.

  Chapter Five

  I must have been less exhausted than I thought; I woke up about an hour later, according to my phone, when Kelly came in. “Hey—you disappeared last night,” Kelly said with a grin, throwing herself onto the bed next to me.

  “Ugh, get off me you cow,” I told her, giving her a playful shove with a grin. Kelly laughed. I had known her longer than any of the other girls in my group of friends; we had gone to the same high school, although Kelly was three years older than me. But we had been in a few clubs together, and when she found out that I had chosen the same college that she was going to, she put in to share a suite with me.

  It was a little surprising to me to realize that of all of the people who had texted me last night, Kelly hadn’t been one of them. She hadn’t seemed to care at all that I had disappeared—or even worried about where I had gone to. “I don’t seem to recall seeing much of you either.” Kelly grinned.

  “I saw a few people. The usual stuff. I don’t like spending the whole night with the same group anyway.” As long as I had known her, Kelly had had a liberal attitude towards sex; she had been totally up-front about the first time she had had sex with anyone, and she didn’t seem to have a particular boyfriend, even though she got laid regularly. I didn’t have quite her attitude towards it. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of giving up my virginity within hours of meeting someone, but I hoped at least that Devon’s attentions towards me were the mark of something special between us. I mean, a guy didn’t treat a girl so kindly if he just wanted sex from her, would he?

  “I am exhausted,” I said with a groan. “When did you get in?” Kelly shrugged.

  “Don’t remember.” I laughed, rolling my eyes at her. “So it seems like you don’t mind partying so much every once in a while,” she said, turning onto her stomach. “Have a good time last night?” I considered the question—and all of its implications.

  “It was up and down. You guys party hard.” Kelly laughed.

  “I think I saw Giselle make out with three different guys. It’s a wonder anyone made it back to the dorms at all.”

  “Did you have a good time?” I asked her. Kelly shrugged.

  “It was good as parties go, but the Phi Kappa guys always throw a good party. Surprised you didn’t come back to the dorms last night.”

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nbsp; “Yeah,” I said. “I was kind of surprised too.” I grinned, unable to help myself.

  “Oooh, Jenn’s got a secret,” Kelly said, laughing. “Everyone was asking me where you went—and when I got in a little bit ago, Alicia told me you said you’d gone to sleep upstairs.” She gave me a dubious look.

  “Well, I did,” I told her, sitting up in bed and keeping the blankets wrapped around me tightly. “I was too tired to walk home, and I didn’t have any idea where everyone had gone off to.”

  “I seem to recall seeing you pretty intensely interested in a conversation with a guy,” Kelly said teasingly. “I didn’t butt in because that would be rude, but I figured that was where you ended up.” I blushed, burying my face against one of my pillows.

  “Okay, fine, yeah, I slept with someone,” I admitted. I rolled my eyes. “It’s not a big deal or anything.” Kelly gave me a little look.

  “I don’t recall you ever telling me about your first time,” she mused. “Was that it?” I blushed again.

  “What if it was? I mean, pure dumb luck, right? I go to a party even though I didn’t want to and end up punching my V-card.”

  “With Devon Sealy?” There was a strange note in Kelly’s voice.

  “Yeah! Oh man—so you saw who it was I was talking to.”

  “Yeah, I overheard you talking basketball stats with him.” I shrugged.

  “We sort of… started making out, and then one thing led to another.” Kelly frowned.

  “You told him you were a virgin, right?” I nodded, and then frowned.

  “He figured it out, and I admitted it. But he was so sweet about it! He was really gentle, and took it slow.” Kelly shook her head, laughing.

  “You’re a wild woman when you finally do let your hair down, you know that? Banging Devon Sealy for your first time? You’re on the way to becoming a legend.” I rolled my eyes.