“Christian…” she whimpers as my balls ache, needing release, but I hold on. Right now, this is all about her. She grows wetter, and my cock slides in and out, pushing her open, stretching her with each thrust. I let one hand go, and reposition to apply constant pressure to her clit.
She begins to chant my name, and her hand goes to my back. Her nails drag skin as she claws at me, like she’s struggling for something to grasp on to, something to ground her, but I don’t want her grounded, I want her to fly because I’ll be here to catch her. She’s safe with me and she needs to know that.
“I’ve got you, Maize.” I slide one hand around her back, and hold her to me, our chests pressed together as I fuck her hard and stroke her clit. “Let go, I’ve got you.”
A cry escapes her lips and her pussy clenches so hard around my cock, I swear to God, I nearly black out. I take a few fast breaths as her hot juices sear my dick, a sweet torturous heat that teases my own release. I push deep, and unable to hold back for one more second, I spill my seed into my condom, wishing for the first time in my entire life, there wasn’t a barrier separating us.
“Sweet Jesus,” I murmur as our bodies quake together, moisture sealing us as one, as I collapse on top of her. I find her mouth, kiss her deeply, and snuggle into her, unable to get close enough. We hold onto one another, and with my cock still buried inside her, her small chuckle reverberates through me. I lift my head, angle it, when I see the corners of her mouth turning up. “Something funny?” I ask, this strange lightness inside me, bringing on my own laugh.
She laughs harder, and unable to help myself I do to. My God, it’s so good to let go. It’s like the weight of the world is suddenly off my shoulders. After the laughter subsides, I shake my head.
“Why the hell were we laughing?”
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. I get a ton of endorphins from running, but not like this.” She laughs again and adds, “If I’d known sex was like this, I’d have been doing it every night since I first enrolled at Kingston.”
“Every night?” I ask. “What about the chafing?”
That brings on another burst of laughter, and our bodies rock together as we let go and enjoy the moment. I pull out of her, and slide to the side, our laughter still filling the room. Quickly discarding the condom, I wipe up and grab a few tissues to clean her. She reaches for them, but I wave her hands away, and she watches me closely as I wipe between her legs.
Her cheeks are red, her eyes glossy, and so sated my chest swells with pride as I toss the tissues away and roll toward her. That’s when a loud bang assaults our ears, and someone kicks in my door. What the fuck?
14
Maize
My heart jumps into my throat as Christian’s door gets kicked in and in falls a very drunk baller. He hits the floor with a loud bang, and curses spill from his lips. Christian jumps up, quickly reaches for his jeans, and tugs them on. As the guy struggles to get up, Christian turns to me, pulls the blankets up to my neck and sits on the edge of the bed to shield me from anyone’s view. I try to look around him to see what all the commotion is about, but he’s too wide.
“What the fuck are you doing, Channing?”
The guy named Channing grumbles something, and while I can’t see him, from the sounds he’s making, I’m guessing he’s trying to stand and is having a hard time doing it. Suddenly there is another set of footsteps in the room.
“Do you two mind?” Christian says, his voice a warning growl through clenched teeth. His back muscles are so tight, I fear if I touch him, something might snap.
“Oh, who are you with?” the second person asks, and Christian leans back to prevent him from seeing. “None of your fucking business. What the hell is going on, Evan?”
“We were just fucking around. Didn’t mean to bust your lock. Since when do you lock your door anyway?”
“Since none of your fucking business. Now get out.”
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Evan asks. “You used to be more fun.”
“You have two seconds to leave before I show you how fun my fist is.”
“Fine, fine, we’re going.” An oomph sound fills the room as Christian shifts on the bed, and scrubs his face. “Let’s go, Channing,” Evan grumbles. The two disappear and the door slams shut. Christian turns my way, his blue eyes hard, mean.
“I’m sorry, Maize.” He gives a shake of his head. “Those assholes can get out of control after a win.”
“It’s okay,” I say and put my hand on his chest, his heartbeat strong against my palm.
“I didn’t want them to see you.”
“I don’t think they did,” I say, part of me assuming it’s because I’m naked while another part of me worries that he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s slept with the nerdy track star.
He worshipped you, Maize.
Wanting that thought to overrule all others, I pull him to me, take pleasure in his strength and warmth. “You’re too far away.”
He stiffens and inches back and worry once again creeps in, takes hold of my stomach and pushes back my post-orgasmic bliss.
“I can’t believe they broke the fucking lock.” He stands, glances over his shoulder and adjusts the blanket around me, until I’m mummified. Once I’m immobilized, he grabs a chair and puts it under the knob, testing it to make sure no one can get in. “I’ll get this
