Defending Donovan (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 6)

He opens one eye, his long, dark lashes caressing his skin. “Are you staring at me?”

I slide my thumb along his cheek and smile. “Yep. You got a problem with it, buddy?”

“No.” He laughs, rolling onto his back to reveal his chiseled abs and strong arms that instantly distract me. “Go ahead and look. Maybe take a pic while you’re at it.”

“You do love having your picture taken, don’t you?” I stick my tongue out at him. “When it comes to your body, you’re never shy.”

“Go ahead,” he urges, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “This way you have something to look at when you play with your pussy at night.”

“Drake,” I shout and smack him on the arm. “You’re so dirty.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t touch yourself.”

“I do, but—”

“But what? You either do or you don’t.” He grabs his cock that’s hard. Of course, it is. I have to get used to waking up next to a man. Following my line of sight, he pulls his cock through the slit in his boxers. “Here, take a pic. You’re my girlfriend now. You should have something to look at while you get off.”

I snort at his comment. “Like all the other girls? You know, now that we’re together, I wish I could go around campus and delete those pics from all of their cell phones. I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”

“You’re so possessive.” He strokes his cock, his eyes fixed on me, a wicked expression crossing his face. “C’mere.”

I suck on my thumb for a second, leaving just enough spit, and then lean over to roll it over the head of his cock. Drake groans as I make slow, circular motions. He’s circumcised, his skin so tight and soft I could touch him all day.

Staring into his eyes, I continue massaging him while he pumps his shaft. “What do you want, Drake?”

“Give me your mouth,” he hisses. Taking my hesitation as a no, he adds, “Please, Taylor. Just lick my cock. I want to feel your mouth.”

“I can’t fit all of you in my mouth.”

He shoots me a look that says, No, shit Sherlock. “I know, baby. Just the tip.”

I move my hand above his to fist his cock, helping him work his shaft, and then I get on my knees to lick the tip. He groans so loud it sounds animalistic.

Peeking up at him, I glide my tongue along his sensitive skin, tasting a little bit of precum. “Feel good.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts. “A little more, baby.”

Doing as he commands, I stop giving him tentative licks and take a few inches of him in my mouth. No one could ever fit all of him. It’s scientifically impossible. If I tried, I would literally choke to death.

Drake’s free hand falls to the back of my head. His fingers dig into my hair, and he pulls me closer, sliding me further down on his cock. I can feel him everywhere. My cheeks are puffed out, my lips definitely cracked. I can’t stop wondering how hard it will be for us to have sex. And then I wonder why I’m even thinking of having sex with him. Maybe it’s because I have this gut feeling that Drake will be the one. I just know it. I’m already starting to care about him more than I thought possible.

With both of our hands working in harmony, we have a nice rhythm paired with my mouth. We’re a good team in the bedroom. Right before Drake comes, his entire body trembles, his big, strong legs shaking me in the process, causing me to lose my balance for a second. He must feel it because he tightens his grip on me.

After he comes, I sink back on my heels and wipe my mouth. He blinks a few times, staring down at our hands on his cock and then back up to my eyes.

“Good morning to you, too,” he says with a wink and a crooked grin.

“It’s only fair,” I point out. “I had a very good sleep because of your skilled tongue and fingers.”

He grabs my arm and in one fell swoop, he has me on my back, his big body covering mine. “What do you want, Taylor? You want me to make you come again?”

I peek up at him and just about melt from his beautiful blue eyes and those long, perfect lashes. As much as it kills me to feel something for him, I do. That much, I can’t deny. But how does this relationship work? Every girl on campus has seen his dick. They think he’s a manwhore. What does that make me, his actual whore?

We stare at each other for several seconds without speaking before I break the silence. “I’m hungry. I think I need to eat something. My stomach is still a mess from last night.” He almost looks disappointed, so I add, “But you can make me come later.”