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

“Keep going,” I whisper.

Pinching my nipple between his fingers, he squeezes the tiny bud until it’s so hard, my skin so taut it’s almost painful. But in a good way. Because with the little pinch comes a burst of pleasure that rushes through my veins. My entire body comes alive from his touch, every ounce of my being teetering on edge, waiting for him to keep going.

Trent slides his hand down my stomach and dips beneath the waistband of my yoga pants, nibbling my ear as he slips his fingers below the thin fabric of my panties. Desperate to stop the aching between my thighs, I push his hand lower.

“Bad girl,” Trent hisses in my ear. “So impatient. You want me to make you come?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan.

He drags his finger along my slit, sucking on my earlobe. “So wet for me, Jem. You’re always wet for me.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Always.”

He inches lower, his fingers pushing inside me. As he breaks through my inner walls, picking up his pace, he rips another moan from my lips. I rock my hips into his hand, greedy for more. Trent’s eyes find mine, his blue irises flickering with desire as my entire body trembles from the intense orgasm he’s giving me.

As soon as I come, he peels off his shirt, followed by his pants and boxers. Trent doesn’t waste a second, now tugging at my clothing, removing every piece until I’m bared to him. His eyes travel over every inch of my body, and he licks his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Jem. I’m a lucky bastard.”

I can’t help but smile. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

He gives me one of his boyish smirks that go straight to my core. Without looking away from me, he reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand, rips a condom open, and rolls it down his impressive length.

I’m salivating over his hard, thick cock. He sees the look in my eyes, a low laugh escaping his lips as he cups my shoulder, pushing me back to the mattress. Climbing on top of me, he nudges my thighs to open further and makes room for himself between my legs. He bends forward to rest his elbows on both sides of my head, his lips lightly grazing mine before he takes my bottom lip in his mouth. I arch my hips, right as he sucks on my lip, begging him to fuck me already.

I rake my fingers down his back, my nails digging into his skin, my heels pressing into his tight ass. He has the body of a god, built to muscular perfection.

“Someone’s bossy tonight,” he says against my lips. “Once wasn’t enough?”

“No,” I mutter. “One time is never enough with you.”

A ghost of a smile crosses his lips. He reaches between us, fisting his cock as he lines it up at my entrance. My eyes close as he inches inside me, his cock so thick and long it takes a few seconds to adjust to his size. He waits until my body relaxes before he moves again, lifting my right leg over his shoulder, sliding deeper, filling me to the hilt.

“Trent,” I cry out.

He smirks, his eyes pointed down at his cock sliding in and out of me. “That’s it, Jem. Come for me again, baby.”

Trent pounds into my pussy harder, faster, with an animalistic look in his eyes. He fucks me like he means it. Like he’s claiming every inch of my body for himself. As if he’s trying to claim his reward. My orgasm. His orgasm. And he chases both as he rocks into me, my pussy gripping his cock tighter.

Like two pieces of string unraveling, I let go, allowing my orgasm to take over, my body convulsing with each pump of his cock. And then Trent loses all control, his eyes half open, a sexy moan escaping his mouth. I’m still high from that orgasm, too consumed with the heat slowly leaving my body.

Leaning his back against the headboard, he looks over at me, beckoning me with his index finger to curl up with him. I love lying like this with Trent. His sweat-slick skin presses against mine, the heat from his body leeching into my skin. He kisses my forehead, and I wrap my arm around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

My feelings for Trent have grown each day. Some days, they struck me so hard I need time to process all of them. The more time we spend together, the more I think I’m falling for him, my heart now his to break.

“Will you be my date to the Kappa Valentine’s Day party?” I ask.

“I’d love to. Any excuse to show you off in public.” Trent winks, a smirk slowly forming.

Should I tell him about my appointment with the doctor at the Health Center? No, not yet, not until I know for sure we have something to discuss.