Keeping Kane (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 2)

“I had fun the other night,” she says, stealing my attention away from my textbook. I give her a confused look, because I have no idea what she’s talking about, and she adds, “The Halloween party.”

“Oh.” I nod to agree with her. “Yeah, the Delta Sig guys sure know how to throw one hell of a rager.”

Too busy playing beer pong out back, I didn’t even venture inside the house until well after midnight, when the party was in full swing. My brother disappeared, not to be seen until the next morning.

“It was a good time.” She smiles, and then slides her hand to my inner thigh, her touch going straight to my balls. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I can’t seem to get you out of my head.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she whispers. “In fact, now that you’re here, I wouldn’t mind showing you how much I’ve missed you.”

I have no idea what’s going on with Jemma, but she’s like a cat in heat, ready to pounce on my cock. And I’m more than happy to help her out. My cock lengthens as she massages me over my pants, the thin mesh material leaving little to the imagination.

Glancing around the library, I look for the crusty old librarian who tends to wander up here on occasion. If she were to catch us, the dean would find out, and I have enough shit on my plate already. The last thing I need is to lose more playing time.

“I found a classroom on the other side of the library,” she says, pointing toward the right side of the floor. “Right over there, hidden off to the side. Meet me in there.”

Jemma gets up from the chair, and I watch the gentle shake of her ass as she moves past me. I stuff our books into our bags and sling them over my shoulder, careful not to leave anything behind. The librarian would sniff us out and hunt us down. She’s given me shit in the past for as little as talking on the phone. I’d love to see her face if she caught us fucking.

I hurry over to the door Jemma left ajar and close it behind me. The room is dark, but there’s enough light for me to see Jemma sitting on top of a long desk, her legs spread open on the marble top, her pussy on perfect display for me. Damn, this girl is way more aggressive than I’d ever thought. Her sister would never give it up to some guy she hardly knew, and she’s one of the biggest party girls on campus. I guess their looks are the only thing they have in common.

After I lock the door behind me, I set our bags on the floor and stalk over to her, finding my place between her thighs. “I’m glad you didn’t start without me.”

She chuckles. “I thought about it. But I’d rather you make me come.” Holding up a pink thong with her index finger, she drops it in my hand.

This is almost too good to be true. It’s not the first time a girl has thrown herself at me, but I didn’t think Jemma would be this easy. I expected a chase, more of a fight to get in her pants. Instead, she’s handing over her panties, like we’re playing Capture the Flag, and I just won the grand prize.

I have about an hour until my next class, so I don’t waste any time exploring her body, needing to feel every inch of her. As I plant hungry kisses along her neck, I slip my hand beneath her shirt to push up her bra. She moans when I twist her nipple between my fingers. A quick pinch rips another scream from her lips.

Cupping her big tit in one hand, I slide the other up her thigh and shove two fingers in her pussy. She’s soaking wet, her juices coating my fingers, my cock growing even harder with each moan from her lips. Our eyes meet, right as I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth, and she grants me access. My tongue invades her mouth, our tongues tangling together in harmony, the connection between us burning like a lit match.

From the second I saw her in the Quad, I knew I had to have her. I just didn’t know back then how much I would crave her. Now that I’ve had a taste, I need more. Every time I slide my fingers into her, slowly pulling them out, before dragging them along her slick folds, she trembles. Jemma responds so well to my touch, practically melting in my hands.

After she comes on my fingers, I suck her juices from them, wishing we had more time for me to get a proper taste. I pull out my cock, and her mouth widens, as if she wants to suck it. She’s not the first girl to have this reaction. If we had more time, I would give her exactly what she wants. But I’m already on thin ice.