Kingpin (Court University 2)

Believe me, I’d tried.

LJ’s lips hesitated against mine, slow, but sighing, his hand covered the whole back of my head.

“I want to be,” he said, kissing me harder and pulling me onto his lap. “Fuck, do I want that. Crave it.”

Then why couldn’t he? Absolutely none of this made sense. Hell, we didn’t make sense, but always, there was that heat. There was this, his hands on me, and there was no stopping it once it happened. I’d die first.

Guiding my mouth open, I ground my hips against him, and not only did he hold them firm, he shifted me on my back.

Angling over me, he delved his tongue into my mouth, pinning me between his arms. I moaned, and he absorbed the sound above me, reaching back and gripping his shirt.

He jerked it free and his hair was a mess of blond, the length flopping over his eyes. He was so goddamn sexy I couldn’t even stand it, my fingers digging into each hard crease of his firm muscles.

LJ growled as he picked me up and took me to his bed, and crowding over me, he appeared like the Greek god he was.

His abs tightened and strained beneath his tanned skin, his cock thick and probing his sweats. He’d changed into them when he’d gotten home, working himself through the material before tugging me beneath him.

He placed nearly his full body weight on me, lacing our fingers together and pressing them into the sheets. My thigh hugging his hip, I rubbed up against him, and he groaned.

“This won’t last long if you do that, beauty queen,” he teased, his tongue flicking mine. He hugged me close after that, just holding me as he kissed me, and I sighed at how slow and wonderful each stroke was. This wasn’t like the first time we were together, like he wanted to claim or even break me. This time, it was like he wanted to keep me.

And damn if I didn’t want to keep him.

These thoughts were foolish, of course. There was something he was obviously keeping locked up, something about his family, and whatever that was, he’d strategically placed a fair amount of distance between us. He wanted this, maybe even needed it, but maybe that wouldn’t be enough.

I didn’t know what plagued him, but at the moment, I didn’t care. I needed my own release in a way. I had my own bullshit I was dealing with, issues with family and all that crap with Sinclair. I just wanted to feel something, and this passion with LJ was truly the only consistent thing in my life. My body’s need for him, I recognized.

It was so familiar it scared me.

I drew in a breath as he bit down on my neck, reaching to shove his hand beneath my sweater. He palmed my breast, the flesh tight beneath his working hand. Dipping his head, he eased my nipple out of my bra, suckling, and I gripped his back. “LJ…”

“Beauty queen,” he hummed, moving to the other breast when he eased it out. He teased that one too with gentle flicks, his eyes closing. “Billie…”

I burned, wriggling in his sheets, and he tugged my sweater completely over my head. Tossing it, he wrapped my hair around his fist, tugging while he sucked me.

I bucked against him, my back bowing off the bed, and he unstrapped my bra. He threw it somewhere, then he was picking up my legs, jerking my leggings and panties off. He would have gotten my shoes too, but I left them at the door when we’d come in.

A mighty growl, and he dove between my legs, kissing my sex before sucking. He pulled my pussy lips right into his mouth, drinking in my taste and I spread my legs.

“Oh my God.” I clinched the bedding beneath my fingers, sighing when I rubbed my head back into his pillows. They smelled delightfully of him, all male and whatever sea breeze scent he used in the shower. Gripping my thighs, he drew me up, tongue diving inside my heat. His tongue spun around inside me, a come hither motion before he sucked, and I called out. “LJ, stop. I’m going to come.”

He didn’t stop quickly, his body basically shaking at retreat before working his sweats down his thighs. His cock sprung free and when he kicked the sweats off, he sat back on his powerful thighs. He got a firm hand on his length, working his balls. “Can I come inside you? I’m clean.”

If he was asking me if I was on birth control, I was. I nodded. “We’re good. I’m on birth control.”

Exactly what he needed, he kissed me with what could only be defined as animalistic vigor, moaning deeply into my mouth. Gripping my hips, he turned me on my tummy and I was ass up when he hovered over me.

He caged me, guiding himself inside. A hard slap and his powerful

thighs hit the back of mine.

I groaned as he thrust his hips and gathering both of my arms, he fucked me wildly.

“Yes,” I sighed. “Yes…”

His wingspan came around me as I sighed him on. His embrace tightened, and he really was hugging me, holding on to me as if almost for dear life.

I hugged him right back, my face buried into his pillows to contain my scream. His sister was maybe two rooms away, and biting the material, I gave readily into the release.