Fallen University: Year One

He released that breast from his sweet torture only to switch sides, repeating the action on my other nipple and making me whimper breathlessly.

Fuck. More. I needed more of that.

Pushing against his shoulders, I rolled us so I was on top, keeping him buried inside my pussy as we moved. We almost fell off the bed, but I was too far gone to care—with one knee braced on the mattress and one foot on the floor, I used the leverage to rise up and slam back down on his cock, riding him like my life depended on it. I played with my breasts as I did, squeezing and massaging the aching flesh and tugging on my nipples.

Jayce’s gaze zeroed in on the sight, and his fingertips dug into my hips as he guided me up and down, lifting his hips off the bed on each stroke to meet me. His cock impaled me so deeply it rode the line between pleasure and pain, edging toward pleasure as my body built toward another orgasm.

My eyes were about to roll back in my head from the intensity of the sensations buffeting me, but I forced myself to keep watching him. My gaze locked on his lust-filled, carefree, infectious smile as he fucked me the way he must’ve surfed back when he was human—with unbounded energy and passion, with powerful strokes and pure joy.

That gorgeous, seductive grin stayed on his face as he released one of my hips and moved his hand over to rub my clit, and I wasn’t sure if it was the pressure of his talented thumb or just the sight of the man beneath me, but I lost the battle against my impending orgasm. It tore through my body like a flash of lightning, and I collapsed on top of him, rubbing my chest against his as I rode out the aftershocks.

“More?”

Jayce’s voice was husky and teasing.

His hips were still rocking up into mine, and even though I could barely lift my head, I nodded.

Yes, more. Always more.

He chuckled, another sound that always seemed to land straight on my clit, and wrapped both arms around me, keeping me pinned to his body as he flipped us again. As soon as I was on my back, he rose onto his knees, grabbing one of my legs and bringing it up to rest on his shoulder. My ass practically left the mattress, and his strokes became even harder and deeper as he slowed the pace. He was so deep I could feel him everywhere with each powerful thrust, and even though my body should’ve been entirely wrung out, it sparked back to life.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” he panted, a sound that was half chuckle and half grunt falling from his lips.

He was teasing me. That fucker.

I groped over my head for the pillow to whack him with it, but before I could reach the thing, the orgasm that he’d seen creeping up on me pounced. The hand I’d raised over my head scrabbled for a hold on the sheets as my back arched and a naked, breathless cry fell from my lips.

“Fuck yes, Piper. I could watch you come all damn day.”

Jayce’s voice was rougher, the smile slipping from his face as a look of desire and determination took over. Before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled out completely and flipped me over again. My body followed his urging, relaxed and pliable—completely trusting.

When he had me on all fours, he drove into me again, and this time, I could tell he was about to lose it. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the small room, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. Finally, with a low, inarticulate grunt, Jayce buried himself deep inside me, grabbing my hips and slamming me onto his cock as he came hard. His body shuddered, and I felt him jerk inside me as his cum flooded me, making power and euphoria fill my veins.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, breathing heavily as his hands stroked warm trails over my back and ass. “Yup. I think that almost did it. That time almost killed me.”

I laughed, and he chuckled before swatting my ass with his palm.

Then he pulled out, wrapping his arms around me as we both collapsed to the bed in a sticky, sweaty mess. I felt a trickle of wetness escape from my core and trail down my leg, but I didn’t push him away or rush to get up.

These moments, lying in his embrace afterward, completely sated and relaxed, were almost as good as the sex itself, and I wasn’t sure if that had anything to do with my succubus powers at all.

I had a feeling it was just… Jayce.

Over the next few weeks, Jayce became a permanent fixture by my side.

Thank fuck for easygoing, hot surfers. Especially ones with huge hearts and… er… other things.

Xero was with me almost as often, though we hadn’t even kissed since that first incident. But his energy alone was enough to keep me at an acceptable baseline of okay-ness, and I was terrified of driving him away. If he pulled away like Kingston and Kai had done, I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. So I welcomed his presence and let him decide when and if to make a move.

The three of us were sitting together on a couch in the library, and Hannah was curled up on a comfortable armchair to our left. The coffee table between us was strewn with papers and books and abandoned mugs of coffee. I glared down at the mess.

“Okay, remind me again of the timeline?” I said, brushing my hair back in frustration.

It was the third time I’d asked, and Hannah was getting exasperated. I couldn’t blame her, but there was nothing I could do about it. The absence of my two other men was gnawing at me, an insatiable hunger building inside me that had gone unsatisfied for what felt like forever. How could I possibly focus on timelines and epic battles when I was in pieces?

“410 AD,” Hannah said, pointing at an illustration of a dragon. “To 1099 AD.” She pointed to an illustration that looked an awful lot like Robin Hood.

“Okay. 410, dragons. 1099, Robin Hood. And all the battles happened in between.”