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JAY
Kayla tensed, confirming my suspicion. I was annoyed with the lie until she tore her gaze away and stared at my pillow. She looked like she wanted to die of embarrassment.
“Don’t you like when I make you come?” I asked softly.
The only answer she gave me at first was her rapid breathing, but then she nodded slowly.
“We know I can do it. So why fake it?”
She finally looked at me. “Because sex is a team sport, and I don’t want to let my partner down.”
She was being silly. I swiveled my hips, reminding us both how deeply I was lodged inside her. “Does it feel like you’re letting me down right now?”
Her breathing hitched. “It’s just, that’s the finish line for a lot of guys and I don’t want to be difficult.”
It was kind of amazing I could still think given what I was doing, but the word difficult had a familiar ring to it. She’d used it before. When?
Oh, shit, it’d been when she was describing why she was single. I slipped a hand beside her face and threaded my fingers through her silky hair. “This,” I thrust into her, “is not difficult. It’s supposed to be fun.”
“And it is.” She seemed to have a hard time finding the right words. My dick probably had something to do with it. She let out a sigh of exasperation, and slapped her hands on my chest, pushing me back. “I faked because I didn’t want you to know I suck at this.”
She moved off me, but I turned into a rock. “You think you suck at sex?” I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “Further proof you’re fucking crazy. Get back over here.”
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how wrong you are.” I seized her waist and dragged her up against me. Our warm, bare skin pressed together. “You don’t suck, you’re fucking amazing. Just because you haven’t come during sex doesn’t mean you can’t, and we’ve got all night to try.” She sat still as my mouth wandered down her throat and searched for her breasts. “And if it doesn’t happen, that’s not a big deal, either. My mouth and my fingers work just fine.”
She squealed as I pulled her down to kneel like I was on the rug, our knees touching. My hands roamed over her, and then I turned her, pressing her so she was bent over the bed, her cheek flat against the mattress.
The round curve of her ass was so hot, I bit back a moan.
“Okay?” I said, running my big hand up the length of her spine. I wanted her on board with my plan. It was cheesy as all hell, but I’d be her cheerleader if she needed that.
The word was breathless. “Okay.”
I steady myself by grasping her hips, and slowly eased inside. She was scorching, and I fought not to let the pleasure burn up my mind. One shallow thrust. Then, another. As I sawed in and out, I went deeper with each stroke. Fire crackled on my skin. My heart pounded in my head.
When I ground my hips against her, she sighed like it felt so good. Maybe that was all she needed. A helping hand.
“Play with yourself,” I said.
Her arms were extended before her on the bed, and she moved one of them hesitantly, following my request. Her hand disappeared beneath her body for a few seconds, and then it gripped the edge of the bed.
I didn’t want to be an asshole and push her to do something she didn’t feel comfortable with, but that had been a lame attempt. I spread my knees so I could get lower, and drove into her. My knees already had rug burn, but I didn’t care. I was thrusting so hard, the slap of our bodies was sharp and loud. Her very real moans were taking their toll on me. Hearing how much she liked it made me want to lose control.
I grabbed her hand with mine and pressed her fingers to her damp clit, forcing them to move. “Do it the way you touch yourself when you’re thinking about me.”
“Oh my God.” Her pussy clenched, choking my dick, and my vision blurred. Her fingertips moved on their own, and pleasure rolled through her as a shiver.
“You’re so hot,” I said. “Letting me fuck you, bent over my bed.”
She rubbed faster and faster, and moans poured from her mouth. She was getting loud, and I grinned. The soundproofing in this dorm was shit, so anyone nearby would know what was going down in my room.
“Yes, Kayla.” I straightened and focused. She sounded close, which meant I needed to hold out a little longer. “Fuck, yeah,” I encouraged. “I’m so deep inside you.”
“Oh,” she groaned. Her body shook. The hand not touching herself clenched my sheet into a fist.
I watched the ripples in her ass from the impact of my thrusts, and I ground my teeth to keep anything else from coming out of my mouth. If she was close, I wasn’t going to say something stupid and derail it. Plus, my body was begging to come. It was all I could think about.
“Oh, right there,” she said abruptly. “Right there, right there . . .” The words fell off, swallowed by a moan, and her body seized. Her toes curled into points and she stopped breathing, cutting off any sound.
“I feel it,” I said between panted breaths. “Shit, come on me.”
Couldn’t stop myself then. Searing heat exploded inside me, pumping wave after wave through my body and pouring outward. Motherfucking shit, it feels so good. Her body milked me with rhythmic pulses, and I groaned, throwing myself on top of her. My sweaty chest stuck to her back as the rush began to fade, and the blood roaring in my ears quieted.
She lifted up on her hands and turned over her shoulder to look at me, and I took her mouth in a kiss. She still tasted like sex, but it was even better now.
We kissed for a long time, until our bodies cooled and our breathing slowed.
“You did it.” Her voice was full of disbelief.
“We did it,” I corrected. “Team sport, right?” I lifted my hand into the air. “Nice job. Up top, buddy.”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you nerd. I’m not high-fiving you.”
I laughed and settled for a kiss instead.
A loud bang sounded from my door, ripping me from the dream where Kayla’s naked body was beneath mine. Except it wasn’t a dream. We’d stripped the bed last night, and now she was warm beside me on the rug covering my dorm room floor, using my arm as her pillow. The blankets were thrown over our naked bodies.
“Harris, you up?” a male voice asked on the other side of my door.
My eyes leapt open, and I lifted my head, searching for the alarm clock on my desk. It read 9:17.
“Shit!” I sat up as Kayla rolled away from me and cocooned herself in the blankets. I jumped to my feet, grabbed a clean pair of underwear out of a drawer, and pulled it on, followed by a leg into my warm-up pants.
“Kayla.”
She shifted and settled back to sleep. If I had time, I’d enjoy this moment. Getting her to come made her sleep like the dead. But I didn’t have time to stare at my gorgeous girl, who I’d knocked out cold with two orgasms last night. I shoved my head through a t-shirt and yanked it on. “Kayla, wake up.”
“Harris,” the guy outside my door said. “You were supposed to be in the sports center twenty minutes ago.”
“Yeah, just a second.” It was one of the trainers who’d agreed to help me prepare for the combine. Even though it was months away, it wasn’t too early to start training. I leaned over Kayla so my mouth was right by her ear. “Ohio State sucks.”
Her eyes popped open.
“Morning,” I said, moving in a flash. I grabbed socks and yanked them on, then jammed my feet into shoes.
She put a hand on the blanket, holding it in place to her chest as she slowly sat up and blinked her sluggish eyes. “What time is it?” She looked around, found the alarm clock, and suddenly was wide awake. “Oh my God! I’m supposed to be at practice at noon. I’ll never make it in time.”
There was another bang on my door, this one louder and not as pleasant.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m already late.” I threw stuff in my duffle bag as she reached for her OSU shirt and tugged it on.
“I’ve gotta . . .” I looked down at my bag in my hands, to her, and then gestured to the door. “Can you—?”
She nodded fiercely. “Yeah, go. I got it.”
I slung the bag over my shoulder, knelt beside her, and slammed my lips over hers in a hurried kiss. “Thanks for coming.”
I hadn’t meant it teasing, but she grinned and shook her head. “You’re welcome. Now get going, Eighty-Eight.”
I hauled ass to the door and threw it open. “Sorry, I overslept.”
The trainer glared up at me, and his gaze shifted beyond to look at Kayla, clad only in her red shirt. It didn’t faze him that a girl was there, her hair messed up from hours in my bed. Some mornings he’d probably fished my teammates out of a pile of naked women.
He stared at Kayla, skeptical. “Nice shirt.” His tone was full of sarcasm. “You lose a bet?”