Ritual - Palm South University

I narrow my eyes. “Fuck you,” I spit, but then his hand cups me harder, and he moves it just an inch — up and back down — his deep brown eyes firing to life as he watches my eyelids flutter with the touch.

“Fuck my hand, Jess,” he whispers, kissing my neck seductively, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. His next whisper is right into the shell of my ear, and it evokes a tsunami of chills over me. “I want you to fuck my hand until you come all over it, and then I can lick my fingers clean.”

My mouth parts with a gasp, and in the next second his own covers mine, and he’s kissing me hard and demanding, his hand just sitting there between my legs, warm and waiting.

I reach down with my own hands, holding his to me harder, and flex my hips.

Just that one motion has me sucking in a hot, stiff breath, and Kade devours it hungrily, kissing me harder as I buck my hips again.

His hand is so warm, so wet, and I hold it firm between my legs, rocking my hips back and forth, humping his palm as my clit fires to life. I know before a full minute has passed that I could get off just like that, without him even being inside me, but when I’m humping him hard and fast and he surprises me, slipping his middle finger deep and quick inside me before pulling out again, I groan at the feeling of being full.

“More,” I pant, writhing under his touch. “I want you to fuck me, Kade.”

“Not until you come.”

I whimper, but it’s silenced as soon as he dives back inside me again — this time with two fingers slipping easily into my soaked hole.

“Jesus Christ,” I curse, and then without warning, I flip him over with his hand still cupping me, until the back of his palm is laying on his thick, muscular thigh and I’m straddling his fingers — all the while staring longingly at his thick, perfect, untouched erection.

Just the sight of it standing at attention pulses a new wave of need through me, and Kade’s eyes intensify, urging me on. I sit back down on his fingers, feeling them deeper now, and he curls them inside me as I ride his hand the way I want to ride his cock.

The heat from his thighs press into every angle of my inner thighs, his palm hot on my clit, and I lean forward, getting more pressure where I need it and still fucking his fingers. And then everything clinches and releases, hot and fast, a lightning bolt of an orgasm striking me as I cry out.

Kade’s hand slaps hard over my mouth, so much that it stings, but I cry into his left palm as I ride his right one, knowing he’s just trying to save me from alerting the entire fraternity that he’s getting me off.

Not that I care right now.

When my body slows, muscles already sore and aching, he removes his palm from my mouth with a knowing grin on his.

But before I can slump and let my climax lull me under, he sits up, kissing me hard and grabbing my ass firmly in both hands before he smacks it hard and flips me over.

I don’t get another breath before he’s wrapped in a condom and thrusting inside me — deep and urgent, every thick and pulsing inch filling me in quick, swift thrusts.

Damn, he’s a good student.

This motherfucker was helpless just a few months ago, and now he’s a sex god — one perfectly tailored to meet my kinky needs.

Maybe this deal wasn’t a bad idea, after all.

Kade wraps both fists in my long hair and yanks hard, exposing my throat and cutting off my oxygen enough that I can’t even cry out in approval. I’m so fucking turned on I could come again, but I don’t have the chance before he pounds his climax into me, pulsing into the condom with subdued groans and his hands still in my hair.

He slows to a complete stop when he’s done, releasing my hair, but then his hands pet down my back — slowly, softly, making goosebumps explode over my sensitive skin. He’s still inside me, thrusting slowly and purposefully, and already I feel him softening, but he won’t stop. Instead, he bends over me, pulling my back flush to his chest as he thrusts as deep inside me as he can with his erection quickly losing steam.

His mouth finds my ear, sucking the lobe, and then he grabs my chin and tilts it until he can claim my mouth.

I hate this kiss.

It’s too intimate, too soon after making me come, too close to real feelings that I break it quickly and roll over on to my back, chuckling with a satisfied sigh and closing my eyes.