I gazed at the twin mattress. It didn’t look any smaller than the one in my single dorm room. “I won’t complain if you want to sleep on top of me.”
She grinned and took a step toward the bed, but I trapped her waist in my hands, stopping her. My chest pressed against her back.
“Wait.” I didn’t know a great way to ask, but it was better to do it now and avoid logistics later. “I’ve got a condom in the pocket of my jeans.” And a bunch more in my overnight bag. “Think I’ll be needing it tonight?”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were playful as she lifted her crossed fingers. “I’m hopeful I can convince you to put out.”
-21-
KAYLA
Jay’s hands smoothed down my sides and were gone. He stepped toward his wadded jeans and fished in the pockets while I climbed up on my bed and pulled the sheet over myself. I was still tingling from my orgasm and my heart galloped.
I stared up at the ceiling and listened to his heavy footsteps as he came to the base of the ladder. Not that he needed it. He was so tall, plus he had a good vertical leap. He could put his hands on the side of the bed and hoist himself up, easy. Up until now, I’d been happy with my decision to loft my bed over the short dresser. It gave my small bedroom a little extra space, which I needed when working out choreography.
But the high bed and the low ceiling meant less room for choreography tonight.
The bed rocked as he grabbed a rung of the ladder and climbed up.
Just like that, I was short of breath again. He was so good-looking, it made me nervous. His royal blue eyes were darker in the dim light, and the way they watched me was sexy—
“What. Is. That?” I asked, horror filling each punctuated word.
A blue M sat high up on his bicep and was the same size as a quarter. He followed my gaze to his arm and stared at the tattoo.
“Is that temporary?” I demanded.
“If by temporary, you mean permanent, then sure. We all got them after the Orange Bowl last year.” He crawled over me, dropping the condom packet beside the pillow, and supported himself on his arms and knees. “You’re just noticing it now?”
“It was dark the last time we messed around.” He had a Michigan tattoo. That wretched school’s logo was forever inked on his skin. “Why’d you have to go and deface this beautiful body?”
He laughed, yet rolled his eyes in the same instance, then gripped the top edge of the sheet. “Why’d you have to go and cover up this beautiful body?”
It was cold when he pulled the sheet away, and hot immediately after as he lowered his skin to mine. The contact ignited a need in me so powerful, I didn’t stand a chance of resisting. I folded my legs around his waist, pressing my center against his stomach.
A noise of satisfaction rumbled out of him. I was tense and anxious, beyond ready for him to tear the condom open. Jay was so good with his hands and mouth, what would sex with him be like? His kiss was dirty. He slipped a hand under my head and tugged on my hair, dominating me. It was so hot.
I wedged a hand between our bodies, and when he realized what I was doing, he lifted his hips, made room, and shifted forward so I could reach. I clamped a hand around his dick. He was velvet skin, but so impossibly hard beneath. I stroked down to the base, and slowly glided back upward.
He groaned, and I sighed in return. Watching the muscles of his chest flex beneath his taut skin was incredible. He had the body of a warrior, and I couldn’t wait for him to conquer me.
He supported himself on one arm as he picked up the condom and tore the edge of it open with his teeth, his intense gaze focused on me. Oh my God, I was going to explode. Every nerve ending in me was primed, waiting to be triggered. I pumped my hand on his dick, loving the way he pulsed against my palm.
Jay rose off his arm and sat back as he pulled the condom from the wrapper, only for the back of his head to strike the ceiling with a loud thud.
I slapped a palm over my lips, startled.
His eyes shut and he grimaced, but it seemed to be more with embarrassment than pain, because it morphed into a tight smile.
“Sorry, low clearance,” I whispered between my fingers, trying not to laugh. “You okay?”
“You should probably hang a warning sign.”
“I’ll speak with management.”
He grinned. As long as he kept his chin tucked to his chest, he could sit upright, and we both watched as he rolled the condom down his length. When it was done, he threw himself over me and cased my head between his forearms.
We didn’t exactly line up.
He bowed his back so he could kiss me, and the tip of his cock glided through the wetness between my legs. It was white-hot electricity that I shuddered against. He repeated the motion, slicking his erection over me while his tongue filled my mouth.
I was going to burst. I closed my eyes against the sensation, but that just heightened everything. My eyelids fluttered open and I bit down on my bottom lip, holding in a whine. His teasing was making me insane.
As he drew back, he snaked a hand between us to hold himself steady. His eyes searched mine. His voice was low and choked with desire. “Okay?”
My hands were clasped on his back, but I smoothed one up over the curves of toned muscle, not coming to a rest until the offensive blue logo was hidden beneath my palm. He didn’t notice. He was too focused, waiting for me.
I nodded.
Jay eased inside, one slow, patient inch at a time. Blood roared in my ears, but my heartbeat was louder than the drums of OSU’s marching band. Every beat was the boom of a cannon. Could he hear it? Could he feel it?
He sank inside, stretching me full. It felt so good. “Oh, fuck.”
A sound of approval was murmured against my lips. Soft, gentle kisses were what I needed in this first moment he brought us together, and it was exactly what he gave me. The air around us swirled with heat, thickening with each breath.
Then, he moved.
It was a shallow thrust, as if testing my readiness. I tightened my legs around him, trying to give him a signal to keep going. His second thrust was a little faster, a little deeper. Sparks showered along my skin, zipping pleasure outward.
I moaned as Jay established a steady pace, leaving me breathless. I gripped him fiercely, hanging on to his shoulders as he rocked his body against mine. Over and over.
The bedframe and loft were secondhand, so who knew how old they were? It creaked and protested quietly while I writhed beneath him. It knocked against the wall, interrupting our moans with the occasional thump, and as Jay picked up the pace, so did the volume of everything else.
Time fell away.
His hard thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, but also banged the metal frame loudly against the drywall, and I was concerned he was going to put a dent in it. Jay looked like the kind of guy who’d break your bed, but I didn’t want him to actually break my bed.
“Let me be on top,” I gasped.