She turned to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were playful as she lifted her crossed fingers. “I’m hopeful I can convince you to put out.”
-21-
KAYLA
Jay’s hands smoothed down my sides and were gone. He stepped toward his wadded jeans and fished in the pockets while I climbed up on my bed and pulled the sheet over myself. I was still tingling from my orgasm and my heart galloped.
I stared up at the ceiling and listened to his heavy footsteps as he came to the base of the ladder. Not that he needed it. He was so tall, plus he had a good vertical leap. He could put his hands on the side of the bed and hoist himself up, easy. Up until now, I’d been happy with my decision to loft my bed over the short dresser. It gave my small bedroom a little extra space, which I needed when working out choreography.
But the high bed and the low ceiling meant less room for choreography tonight.
The bed rocked as he grabbed a rung of the ladder and climbed up.
Just like that, I was short of breath again. He was so good-looking, it made me nervous. His royal blue eyes were darker in the dim light, and the way they watched me was sexy—
“What. Is. That?” I asked, horror filling each punctuated word.
A blue M sat high up on his bicep and was the same size as a quarter. He followed my gaze to his arm and stared at the tattoo.
“Is that temporary?” I demanded.
“If by temporary, you mean permanent, then sure. We all got them after the Orange Bowl last year.” He crawled over me, dropping the condom packet beside the pillow, and supported himself on his arms and knees. “You’re just noticing it now?”
“It was dark the last time we messed around.” He had a Michigan tattoo. That wretched school’s logo was forever inked on his skin. “Why’d you have to go and deface this beautiful body?”
He laughed, yet rolled his eyes in the same instance, then gripped the top edge of the sheet. “Why’d you have to go and cover up this beautiful body?”
It was cold when he pulled the sheet away, and hot immediately after as he lowered his skin to mine. The contact ignited a need in me so powerful, I didn’t stand a chance of resisting. I folded my legs around his waist, pressing my center against his stomach.
A noise of satisfaction rumbled out of him. I was tense and anxious, beyond ready for him to tear the condom open. Jay was so good with his hands and mouth, what would sex with him be like? His kiss was dirty. He slipped a hand under my head and tugged on my hair, dominating me. It was so hot.
I wedged a hand between our bodies, and when he realized what I was doing, he lifted his hips, made room, and shifted forward so I could reach. I clamped a hand around his dick. He was velvet skin, but so impossibly hard beneath. I stroked down to the base, and slowly glided back upward.
He groaned, and I sighed in return. Watching the muscles of his chest flex beneath his taut skin was incredible. He had the body of a warrior, and I couldn’t wait for him to conquer me.
He supported himself on one arm as he picked up the condom and tore the edge of it open with his teeth, his intense gaze focused on me. Oh my God, I was going to explode. Every nerve ending in me was primed, waiting to be triggered. I pumped my hand on his dick, loving the way he pulsed against my palm.
Jay rose off his arm and sat back as he pulled the condom from the wrapper, only for the back of his head to strike the ceiling with a loud thud.
I slapped a palm over my lips, startled.
His eyes shut and he grimaced, but it seemed to be more with embarrassment than pain, because it morphed into a tight smile.
“Sorry, low clearance,” I whispered between my fingers, trying not to laugh. “You okay?”
“You should probably hang a warning sign.”
“I’ll speak with management.”
He grinned. As long as he kept his chin tucked to his chest, he could sit upright, and we both watched as he rolled the condom down his length. When it was done, he threw himself over me and cased my head between his forearms.
We didn’t exactly line up.
He bowed his back so he could kiss me, and the tip of his cock glided through the wetness between my legs. It was white-hot electricity that I shuddered against. He repeated the motion, slicking his erection over me while his tongue filled my mouth.
I was going to burst. I closed my eyes against the sensation, but that just heightened everything. My eyelids fluttered open and I bit down on my bottom lip, holding in a whine. His teasing was making me insane.