But I did need them. So fucking much it was driving me crazy.
I kissed him goodbye in the hallway after class and nearly lost myself in his embrace again. We’d had sex less than twenty-four hours ago, but my new sex drive was getting completely out of control. I was grinding and groping as his tongue slipped between my lips and tangled with my own, and I would have torn his clothes off if he hadn’t stepped away.
“See you at lunch,” he said breathlessly. “Your room?”
“My room,” I murmured, tugging my lip between my teeth. “See you.”
The next few hours were torturous. Not only did I not have my guys with me, but I was so incredibly turned on I thought I might actually die if I didn’t get some action. When we were finally released for lunch, I raced up the stairs toward my room. Who needed food anyway?
Jayce was already waiting for me at the end of the long corridor leading to the alcove where Hannah’s and my room sat. He was leaning against the wall, one foot resting against the dark stone behind him, and the sight of his casual, muscled body made a flare of lust shoot through me.
He looked like a fucking movie star chilling out between takes as he shot a new summer blockbuster.
And I got to bang him during my lunch hour.
So, okay, there are a few perks to this whole “becoming one of the fallen” business.
He glanced up as I approached, and the look on his face mirrored everything I was feeling—relief, desperation, and blazing desire.
It spurred something inside me, and I picked up my pace as he pressed away from the wall and began moving down the corridor toward me with determined strides, like he couldn’t fucking wait for me to reach him.
We collided in the middle of the hall, and his lips were on mine immediately, picking up right where we’d left off downstairs a few hours ago. Only this time, we didn’t have to stop, and that knowledge drove us both on.
My hands roamed possessively over every inch of him as we tried to make our way back down the hall without breaking apart. We kept stumbling and running into walls, and at one point, Jayce gave up on moving us toward my door entirely, pressing me against the hard stone wall of the corridor and grinding his hard-on against me, groaning into my mouth.
Fuck.
We were so close to the damn bedroom.
You can make it, Pipes. You have some self-control left, right?
The answer to that was a resounding “no”, but when I wrapped my legs around his waist, prepared to fuck him right then and there, he pulled me away from the wall and hitched me higher against his body. Then he carried me the last few steps to my door and shoved it open.
As soon as we were inside the room, clothes started flying, fabric ending up strewn haphazardly around the room. Jayce and I were naked in seconds, and oh, holy shit, why did we ever spend a second of our lives any other way? We’d had sex so many times I’d lost track, but I could never get enough of the sight of his chiseled, perfectly golden skin. He looked like a surfer—the kind you wanted to snatch off the beach and lick all the sea salt off of.
Our bodies melded together again as we stumbled toward my too-small bed, laughing and panting as we tried to do everything at once, touch everywhere at once. He wrapped his arms around me and spun me around as I reached the bed, and I dropped backward onto the slightly lumpy mattress. He followed me down, his body covering mine, his thick cock driving inside me almost as soon as my back hit the bed.
I was ready for him. I was always fucking ready. My clit had been throbbing with an unsatisfied ache for hours, desperate for attention, and my pussy was slick with need. The feel of him filling me, slamming home in one hard stroke, broke the tension that’d been gathering inside me since our first class.
“Fuck, Jayce! Fuck!”
My walls clenched around him, and I rolled my hips as an orgasm swept through me, swirling and grinding against him to draw out the pleasure as he braced himself on his arms, panting and gazing down at me.
“Goddamn, I love how responsive you are, Piper.”
He drew out and thrust back in hard even as my wall
s continued to flutter around him, making my first orgasm roll into a second, smaller one. I moaned, and his blue eyes sparked with satisfaction at my response.
“More, baby? You want more?”
“Fuck yes. Hard. Fast. Don’t fucking stop.”
He grinned widely, and then he gave me just what I needed, setting a pace that made the bed frame shake. I hooked my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, urging him on as he tipped his head and drew one of my breasts into his mouth.
The feel of his tongue swirling around my hard nipple shot a bolt of pleasure straight through me, and I arched my back, crying out loudly.
“Yes, Piper. God, yes.”