Beautiful Brute (Court University 3)

He gripped my breast as he played with me through my panties, his eyes wild and untamed. He tugged off his shirt, and his hair was a tease of tousled and unruly hotness, his body the pure golden of a local. No section took my attention over anything else, his body muscled perfection as he tossed his shirt and surrounded me with his weight. He licked me from my shoulder down to my trembling thighs, turning me on my stomach as he righted my ass in air.

He breathed heat over my sex through my panties, my body instinctively shying away from him. I’d never been kissed down there before.

“Only me,” he said, his finger hooking the hem of my panties and following the line. He moved the crotch away when he got there, his thumb probing my sex. “I only get to taste you here. Play with you here.”

“Jax—”

He impaled me, his tongue tunneling deep. He hooked his tongue, gathering my juices into his mouth, and I bucked, trying to nudge him away. He wouldn’t let me, taking my arms and securing them behind my back.

“Jax… Jax, please.” I was going to come like this, all this too much. “No one’s ever touched me but you. I’m going to come.”

He merely pleasured me more, pleasured himself. Taking my bottom, he pressed his face right against my sex, and the heat burned fiery in my core.

I didn’t fight him now, my eyes rolling back as he spread me wider and sucked my lips into his mouth. I pressed my bottom to his lips, so close, but as I burned right there, he forced me on my back.

He shoved his boxers down, his cock springing to life before he pulled me over to him by the thighs. He didn’t ask about protection like he had the first time. He just went ahead and did it. He had condoms in the dorm room’s end table, and after rolling one on, he gathered me by the hips.

“Mine,” he said, sliding himself inside me. I stretched slow, resisting at the size. I really hadn’t been with anyone else, and we hadn’t been together since the beginning of term.

“You remember me,” he growled, disappearing inside me. “Take me, Girl Scout.”

I did, completely full as my head rolled back into his sheets. He eased me up, and on his haunches, he worked himself against me, my hair dragging across the bedding. My breasts slapped against my chest as he picked up pace, and rising, I cradled his neck, holding on for dear life. I didn’t want an inch between us.

It seemed he didn’t either.

He hugged me close, like my full body as his rolled with sweat and labor. He fused my body into his, ripping my hair back and kissing me.

I disappeared in his kisses, evaporated like hot rain in a thick rain forest. I couldn’t breathe. I could barely see.

I sighed into his neck. “Jaxen…”

I didn’t want to let go, trembling wildly. The burn in my core returned, and my muscles squeezed him so hard I thought I’d die. I literally thought I’d die with him inside me, the feeling so familiar. This was what it’d been like the first time, and though it’d been painful, I’d succumbed to it. I gratefully sunk into oblivion.

As long as he went with me.

He did, grunting as he picked up the pace. He milked me as he came down from the high himself, my body shaking around his pulsating cock. He flooded the condom between us, my body completely pooling around him. Spent, I only held him closer.

And for some reason he did too.

His fingers gripped into my hair, his breaths unsteady in my ear. We both smelled like sex, covered in sweat.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he said, light and playing with my hair. In fact, he’d spoken so softly I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear it. But since he’d said something, I felt for his too.

A hard slam hit me right back, like we were having a boxing match in the ring. I thought he’d let go of me in response, but in the end, he merely continued to play with my hair. He did that for a long time, still inside me.

I went to sleep not knowing who let go first.

Chapter Twenty

Jax

What am I doing?

My first thought, my only thought.

I’d gotten my stepsister to sleep with me again, but what should have been a mission accomplished was me lying in a bed not wanting to let go of her. Was me staring at her for half the night instead of letting her go and heading back to my place like the quick fuck she should be.

Also me, waking up to the smell of her, the taste of her in my mouth. I actually kissed her awake.