Fallen University: Year Three

“The densest,” he murmured, gripping my ass and squeezing. “Mm. Good stuff.”

My laugh was swallowed up by his kiss.

Chapter Twenty

The cool water of the pool lapped at our bodies as I wrapped my arms tighter around Jayce, my lips moving against his.

His kiss was soft and sweet and hot and dirty—a combination that only the beautiful blond man with the piercing blue eyes could manage to pull off. I fell into the kiss with abandon, letting my constant craving for him take over as I wrapped my legs around his lean waist.

His hands moved over my skin, squeezing and massaging all my good bits as our wet bodies slid against each other under the water. Little droplets of water clung to the ends of his hair, which turned a shade darker when it was wet. I drove my fingers into the strands, tugging them gently as he angled his head to deepen our kiss.

“Do you remember when you dragged me into that closet at school?” His voice was breathless, and the question came out muffled as he spoke against my lips. “The day we first bonded?”

I chuckled, grinding against his cock. He was already hard, and I could feel him growing even harder as I undulated against him, letting his thick length slide b

etween my folds.

“Yeah. It rings a bell.”

He smiled into our kiss, then drew back a little to look me in the eyes, one hand splayed across my back and the other gripping my ass. “You fucking blew my mind that day, Pipes. I had never had sex that good, and I was pretty sure that was it—the best I would ever have.”

Tenderness mixed with desire in his expression, and he leaned in to kiss me again. I moaned softly as he plundered my mouth with his tongue, and when my head fell back, his hand was there to cradle the back of my neck as his lips worked their way down my throat.

“I was wrong though,” he murmured. “It’s better every damn time. I won’t ever be able to get enough of you.”

As he spoke, he unwound my legs from his waist, setting my feet back on the pool floor. I could reach the bottom here with no problem, and the water lapped at the tops of my breasts as Jayce continued working a path down my neck and across my collarbone with his lips and teeth.

He trailed farther down my wet skin, ducking his head underwater to draw my nipple into his mouth, and I sucked in a gasping breath at the unexpected sensation.

Jayce wasn’t done though.

As soon as he released my nipple, he traveled lower, pressing kisses along the plane of my naked stomach as he worked his way down. When he hiked one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his face between my thighs, my standing leg buckled. I grabbed for his hair underwater, latching onto fistfuls of his wet locks as he clamped his mouth around my pussy and lashed my clit with his tongue.

Everything felt strangely heightened underwater, and I could feel little bubbles of air escaping his nostrils and brushing over the skin of my stomach as they rose through the water.

Jesus. How the hell long can he hold his breath?

My fingers tightened in his hair, torn between the impulse to pull him up out of the water and an equally strong impulse to let him keep doing exactly what he was doing.

The trust I had in Jayce—and my need for him—won out, and I ground my pussy against his face, letting his wet tongue lap at me as he sucked on my folds. It felt like he was enveloping me entirely, consuming me, devouring me.

My toes curled into the tiled bottom of the pool as I shifted my hips, my heart beating hard and fast as Jayce’s tongue worked my clit. Just when I was starting to worry that I’d be guilty of death by pussy drowning, if that was even a thing, my bond-mate surprised the fuck out of me by lifting my other leg over his shoulder too.

I was so startled I almost fell backward into the water, but his strong arms steadied me as he surged up to stand with my thighs resting on his shoulders and his mouth still latched onto my pussy.

“Oh fuck! Jayce!”

I held onto his hair even tighter as the sudden rush of cool air on my wet skin made all the nerve endings in my body light up. My nipples tightened into hard buds, and the warmest parts of me were the places where Jayce was touching me. My legs squeezed his head, drawing him in closer to my body, and instead of protesting, he just attacked my pussy with renewed hunger, licking and nipping and sucking on my wet clit. The smell of my arousal mingled with the scent of chlorine in the air, and I rolled my hips in rhythmic waves as I clung to him for dear life, meeting each stroke of his tongue.

He said something that was too muffled to make out, but I didn’t need to hear the words to understand the command.

Come.

Come for me.

The coiled tension in my core unleashed in a torrent, and I writhed as sparks exploded through my veins. His grip on me tightened even as he hauled me closer to his mouth, holding me in place while he ate me out like his last fucking meal.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “Oh, God fucking—”