Page 39 of Best Man on Campus

“When we get inside, there’ll be no more talk,” she says, whispering into the night with some kind of urgency. I put an arm around her waist and we walk to the door, our steps hurried, her hand in the back of my jeans, her warm flesh against mine.

At the door, I take the key from her like I’m that guy and she laughs, amused, and lets me open the door, my hands shakier than hers, as if I’m nervous. Maybe I am. I don’t know what I’m going to get with Jazzy. What roller coaster ride she’s going to take me on, what kind of emotional whiplash I might suffer. We go inside and she pushes the jacket off my shoulders as she backs me into the closed door, running her hands over my chest as if she’s reading braille.

“You’re so fucking buff, you should be illegal,” she says.

“I thought you were the crime around here.” I push off the door and separate from her before my legs collapse from exhaustion or excitement. I take her hot hand and lead her to the couch.

“So we’re getting right to it, are we?” She sits on the couch and pulls me down next to her.

“It’s not that, but I skated hard tonight and it’s catching up to me.” It’s been a long season and being with her the other night didn’t help my cause, but I’m not about to complain about that. Not ever.

She leans against me. Her hand reaches for my fully aroused cock and squeezes, hard. Her hot mouth almost touches mine. My eyes are on hers but her face is so close it’s blurry. I keep focused on her dark lashes and the glazed hungriness. My heart’s beating too fast for me to think, but I talk anyway.

“Are you ready for this, Jazzy?” I nibble at her lips and she breathes into my mouth, tasting salty and sweet.

“I’m dying for you, I need to suck—”

“I brought some condoms this time.” I hold my arms around her, prepared to get serious, to deal with whatever demon haunts her.

“No condoms tonight, unicorn boy.” She pulls at my zipper. “I like it raw. In my mouth. That’s my specialty. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?”

I don’t answer that I had heard that rumor because I never took it seriously. Shoving my disappointment aside, I push her back on the couch and cover her with my body. Trailing kisses down her delicate pulsing throat, to her collarbone, I pull her shirt down exposing one plump breast topped with a cherry red nipple, pebbled and ready to suck into my mouth. As soon as I take it, she gasps and I flick my tongue, enjoying the texture, the taste of her, taking the nipple in my teeth and biting down just enough to feel the flesh give and hear her whimper and moan. Blood thunders through me now and floods straight to my cock, engorging it, making it leap and cry for more than her hand rubbing me over my jeans.

I was supposed to talk about her demons, but the demon in my pants isn’t interested and letting her suck me off isn’t the worst thing that could happen, so I sit up, taking her with me and let her unzip me as my mouth travels back to hers.

“My god, you’re harder than granite. I need to make you lose every ounce of your fucking self-control, I need to see you—”

“Jazzy, I—”

“Don’t talk, not unless you’re going to tell me I give the best head you’ve ever had,” she kneels on the floor between my legs as she frees my cock from my pants. Her mouth waters as she holds it in both hands, staring. “Don’t say anything unless you’re going to tell me you’d play with the devil for a blow job from Jazzy. Though it’s the same thing.”

“Are you performing for an award or are you into me?” I can’t help the question. In spite of being turned on in the extreme, I feel like she’s done this all before with other men, that she’s playing a role now.

She laughs. “Same thing, unicorn boy. You’re my prize.” She licks her lips to a bright pink sheen and I want to drag her by the hair back onto the couch, to make her mine like a savage, to make sure she knows it’s me she’s playing with, to make her realize this is more than a game. But I know how wrong that is and wonder how she brings out this beast in me like no other woman I’ve ever been with.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever…” I don’t even know how to end that sentence and I can’t think because she puts her lips on my head and flicks her tongue in the slit and then sucks like an Olympian. A feral groan loud and long rips from my throat.

“Jesus Christ…” I have to bite down not to lose it on one stroke of her hands and one hard long suck as she takes me down her throat. And when she gags, I take her face in my shaky hands, my whole body shaking with the effort to keep my shit and I lift her off me.

“Jazzy? You okay?”

Her eyes water but she smiles a sexy sinner smile, like a feline devil.

“Better than okay.” Her hoarse voice cuts into me and at the same time, the glitter in her eyes and Cheshire cat smile blast a ball of fire through my veins so when she lowers her mouth onto my cock again and sucks the shaft down her throat I don’t stop her, not even when she gags again. There’s nothing I can do but grit my teeth and groan at the sensation, the idea of her on me, giving me herself, whatever she has.

Settling my shaking hands on her head, I let her go, wild and expert. She cups my balls, scraping her nails along the sensitive flesh underneath as she sucks and licks and moves her mouth on me. When she speeds up, bobbing her head up and down, I can’t hold on and I don’t know if it’s the sight of her or that quick in and out sucking that triggers me, but all at once I explode with no warning and let out a growl, shouting her name as everything coiled tight inside me releases in a flash of ecstasy. In that blinding moment I feel her, all the pleasure, all the pain, as if the world stops. My eyes are closed tight, and I gather in everything I’m feeling and seeing inside my mind, to savor, to remember like it’s seared on my soul.

“Fuck,” she says, her mouth coming off me as I shoot into her face, cum pulsing up and out. I try pulling her up from the floor, a mindless impulse to settle her pussy on top of my cock where it belongs, to be inside her. But she’s fully clothed and she pulls her face from my hands and licks me like I’m her favorite meal, like she’s been waiting for this meal all her life.

“Jazzy,” I croak out the word, this time lifting her from under her arms, allowing no room for argument.

“What the fuck—?”

Pulling her up, I sit her on the couch next to me and with a hand cupping her cheek, I kiss her, ending her protest. I soothe her lips with gentle pressure and tender probing, laving her mouth with my tongue in appreciation. Her arms are around me, but when she slips a hand down to reach for my cock, I stop her, ending the kiss.

“No. It’s my turn to have you.” I pause. “Unless you want to—”

“If you’re asking if I want you inside me, the answer is no. It’s never happening.” Her face turns hard, the glow of lust disappearing so fast it could have been a mirage. Fuck. I’m an ass for feeling frustrated, but I do. It’s no good to bring up the fact that she said she would before. I can’t hold her to rash words, not when she’s clearly working through something. Something I wish I knew about, wish she’d confide in me about.