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

Chloe sits up straight and sips from her iced tea glass. No one ever challenges my dad. This is his house. What he says goes. And in this case, it works in my favor.

After we eat dinner, I give Taylor a private tour of the house. We end up in my bedroom located on the second floor, in the corner of the east wing. Chloe’s room is on the first floor, but she went out for the night. With my parents occupying the west wing, Taylor and I have this side of the house to ourselves.

“I still can’t believe you live here,” she mutters, staring up at the high ceiling. “Are those stars?”

I follow her gaze and nod. “Yep. When I was a kid, I wanted to see the stars from my bed. So, my mom hired a painter to recreate the sky at night.”

“Wow,” she says, unable to take her eyes off the stars above us.

The ceiling is painted a swirl of blues paired with dots of white paint to create the perfect constellation.

I lead Taylor over to the bed. “Lay back,” I order, and she does as I request.

We snuggle up next to each other and stare up at the ceiling. Then, I hit the button on my bedside table to dim the lights.

“Oh,” Taylor says. “This is incredible, Drake.”

I point my finger at the sky. “See those three stars?”

“Yes,” she whispers, curling up in the crook of my shoulder.

I hook my arm around her. “That one is called Alnitak, and that one is Alnilam, and see that last one? That’s called Mintaka. They form Orion’s Belt.”

She rests her head on my chest, eyes fixed on the constellation. “I didn’t know you were so into astronomy. You surprise me more each day, Drake Donovan.”

“Just because I’m a jock doesn’t mean I’m a dumb one.”

She chuckles, her laughter shaking through me. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just you constantly surprise me. Every time I think I have you figured out, you shock me with something else.”

I kiss her forehead, still staring up at the ceiling. “Just trying to keep you on your toes, woman.”

She presses her palm to my chest, peeking up at me. “I didn’t tell your family anything personal about us. I said you were not my favorite person when we met, but I left out the part about you sending dick pics to every girl on campus.”

I pull her on top of me and then grip the side of her face as I bring her mouth to mine. “The only thing that matters is that you’re here right now.”

She sticks out her tongue to glide it along my bottom lip. I groan in response, her simple gesture awakening a deep-seated need inside me. My cock lengthens in response, the carnal hunger taking over.

When her lips part for me, I slip my tongue inside her mouth, moving my hand to the back of her head to deepen the kiss. We’re all tongues and feeling as our hands roam over each other’s bodies. With Taylor wearing this dress, it provides me easier access. I tug on the right strap that snaps, and one side of the dress falls down to her stomach, revealing her breast.

Rolling the pad of my thumb over her nipple, I rip a few moans from her lips. She kisses me harder. Her aggressive pace matches mine as she flips open the button on my jeans. The zipper is next. Taylor can’t get my cock out fast enough. She pumps my shaft in her hand, sliding her thumb over the tip to rub some of my precum down my length.

Pushing her dress up her stomach and over her head, I throw it behind her. The mattress is custom made and large enough to fit six people comfortably. I can have her any way I want in this bed.

“I want to ride you,” she hisses. “But you have to help me.”

I know what she means. We’ve talked about her fear of having all of my cock fully seated inside her if she got on top. I want to feel every inch of her, but I also understand how hard it is for her to take all of me at once.

Taylor strips off her panties, and then quickly undresses me, piling our clothes onto the floor. Her eyes fall to the long, hard length of my cock. She wets her lips and straddles my thighs, rubbing her wet pussy against my cock to tease me.

“Touch yourself,” I growl.

Her eyes close for a second as she rolls her thumb over her clit, making slow, circular motions. She’s so wet she drips onto my thigh. Reaching between us, I slide one finger inside her. Eyes hooded, she moans when I make room for another. She’s so damn tight that even my fingers are too big for her. We work in harmony with Taylor still playing with her clit and me shoving my fingers as deep as they’ll go.