Page 19 of Big Man on Campus

“Your wick? Did you just say that?” I laugh, melting against him as he pulls my hand to his crotch, to the hard length of his so-called wick, his face burning with intensity, with the need showing in his deep, glassy sea-green eyes.

My heart does a song and dance number like it’s trying out for a Broadway musical as he cups my chin with his other hand and licks the seam of my lips. His signature move, the one that always sent a shot of honey to my panties, and yikes if I don’t feel that jolt now like I’m sixteen again and it’s our very first time.

“Love me, Glory. Erase all the pain for me,” he says and I roll on top of him as he slips his hands under the hem of my shorts to cup my ass cheeks. My pussy presses down onto his cock and my mouth literally waters into his as we kiss with a sense of desperation, frantic more than loving. Ragged breathing forces me to separate our mouths and I whisper in his ear as I scrape my hands down his chest and arms.

“You’re everything to me, Kace. I want to be everything to you, I want . . .” I trail off, unable to finish my thought because I was going to tell him I want to give him babies. But I have no right to say that. I need to earn it, to make up for my mistake—no, mistakes, plural, counting tonight. “I’ll make you proud and happy,” I whisper and he pumps his hips.

“How about if you start with making me naked,” he whispers into my temple, his breath making me shiver. Sitting up as I straddle him, I start by lifting the shirt from his abdomen, revealing those drool worthy abs, even better than I remember, harder, more defined.

“God, you are such a hunk,” I say. “You been working out to impress me?”

He watches me, that smile of his in place, the sadness gone from his eyes replaced by raw lusty need. My pulse jumps to the next level and my pussy tingles like crazy so I press down, grinding into his erection.

“You’re gonna kill me, sunshine, but what a glorious death it’ll be.” His voice is low and rumbly, the way I remember, his aroused voice. I don’t remember ever being this excited by his mere voice, but I am now. I smile and lift myself, moving back as my hands trace the trail of hair to that magical vee that disappears into his shorts. Then I slip my hands under his waistband and grab onto his hard smooth cock and close my eyes with the ecstatic pleasure of the seething hot satin-over-steel feel of him in my palm.

“Jesus . . .” He squeezes my thighs in return.

Pulling his shorts down, he lifts his hips and I move aside to pull them all the way down his legs with his boxers and toss them on the floor. Kneeling up on the bed I move between his legs and take him in.

“You are an eyeful, Kace Jennings. Can I take a picture? I bet I could sell it for really good money.” My grin is wide. It’s an old threat that I’ve never made good on, never mean to. He reaches up and pulls me onto him and I collapse against the warm, smooth, solid muscle of his chest.

“What kind of picture? A pinup? Like a Derek Sanderson glamour shot? Like a big bad Wildbeast—naked?”

I laugh and laugh and complain with a light smack to his shoulder, “Not another NHL factoid—a Boston Bruins old-school factoid, no less.”

“But you know, don’t you? You know who Derek Sanderson is because you’ve been paying attention to my history lessons.”

“Is that what you call it?” I lean in close. “I know good old Sandy Sanderson was the playboy of the team. You’re not telling me you’re the playboy of the Wildbeasts, are you?”

“My playboy days are over.” His smile is mischievous and I give him my mock indignation, excitement stirring me, so that the room could be on fire, the whole world ablaze and I wouldn’t know because all I know right now is him, the feel of him under me, hard and solid and mouthwatering.

“As if,” I say, not knowing if it’s true that he’s been a playboy for the last three years, and in this minute in his arms, with my body covering his so perfectly, I don’t care, couldn’t possibly give a shit less. I sit up and graze my way down his body with my eyes until I reach his bold stiff cock, upright and waving at me. I’m sitting almost on top of him and if I squirm a little—but not yet.

“How about a taste?” I say, needing it. His eyes go glassy and his pupils dilate as I skim my hands down his body over the taut muscles and the smooth skin to the small dark trail of hair below his navel.

“I’m all yours, Glory Sunshine Rose.” He pulls my face to his for a kiss, matching his lips against mine so that the seams line up and he runs his tongue along mine and I feel the skitter of nerves all the way through my body down to the center of my thighs.

“As much as I love your kisses, I need more from you, baby.” I stare into his eyes because I love to see the effect of my words on him. His responsiveness is legendary. I move my body down his, leaving a trail of kisses, feeling his muscles tighten and twitch as I go, as I play my hands along his skin, raising goose bumps.

“You’re unbelievably sexy, Glory. I don’t know how I’ve existed all this time without you.” He rasps the words, sending tiny vibrations skittering along my nerve endings. But I don’t stop to answer him. Flicking a glance up at him, I see his lids are half closed and his expression on edge. His breathing is shallow and I haven’t even taken him in my mouth. But my hands slip down to cup his balls and tighten on the base of his shaft. A low moan escapes his throat and he puts his hands on my shoulders, the tremor of anticipation sending a shot of lust through me.

Without another breath of encouragement, I lower my mouth onto his tip, kissing the smooth, glossy skin, oozing with precum, then I suck it in and his hips jolt forward and I smile with giddy delight as he lets out a full-fledged groan. He’s lost his control and I’m just getting started. Pumping my mouth up and down, I suck and lick, wasting no time. I let the momentum of desire take me away and so does he as he cups the back of my head, pleading with me to give him more, to take him all and never let him go.

As his cum shoots to the back of my throat I almost gag, but I swallow and see stars behind my eyelids as I let the waves of his driving orgasm ride, listening to the incoherent words coming from his mouth, raining down on me like love dust, like stars and heaven, until his hips settle back down and he pulls me off him in a sweeping motion, making me dizzy with lust and love and adoration.

“Give me those lips,” he rumbles, bunching a fist of my hair. He devours my mouth with his salty cum still on my lips and licks and sucks at them, weaving his tongue and leaving no part of my mouth unexplored. I tangle with him, lose myself in the sensation and taste until I can hardly breathe, not even realizing I’m squirming, grinding my pussy into him, needing the feel of him in the tender swollen mound between my thighs.

He lets go of my lips and flips me over onto my back, his eyes intense, holding me, owning me with the look in his eyes where I see the craving, the adoration keeping me riveted. His body sweat mingles with mine as he presses into me, spreading my legs with his knees.

“How do you want to come, sunshine? You want to be my meal or you want to be drilled mercilessly?”

A zap of pure lust electrifies my nerve endings and my pussy spasms, my knees clench against him. He chuckles with a devilish glint in his eyes and slides his hand down my side, cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple for an extra squeeze of pleasure.

“Drill me,” I say, my voice sounding strangely parched when I could swear I’m drooling with anticipation for him to be inside me. “Like you never have before.”

My mouth is open and panting as he moves his hand down to test me, running a finger along the plump folds and sliding in through the dampness. A spasm of electric pleasure makes my hips pump and I clench onto his hand between my thighs. The only thing I hear is the pounding of my heart as I feel him whisper in my ear.

His hand glides up and down, pressing my pussy wide as his cock presses close.