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Chapter Fourteen

Jemma

T rent lives the next block over in one of the on-campus houses reserved for athletes.

No one is home. The only sounds I can hear are the music thumping from Greek Row.

He clutches my wrist and leads me upstairs to his bedroom.

I’m not surprised to see two queen beds separated by a nightstand.

Most of the rooms on campus are double occupancy.

He locks the door behind us and then lifts me, ripping a squeal from my lips as he lowers me to the mattress on the left side of the room.

“I’ve been waiting to get you alone for a long time,” Trent says, making room for himself between my legs. “And I plan to use every second we have together.” He cups the side of my face with his hand, the heat from his breath sending a chill down my spine.

This is it. The moment we’ve both been waiting for. And I’m ready.

Stroking his thumb along my jaw, he stares into my eyes.

My heart pounds in my chest. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive from his simple touch.

I trace my fingers up his arms, feeling the ridges of his muscles to his strong shoulders.

Trent is a big guy, well over six feet tall, and at least two hundred pounds of muscle pinning me to the mattress.

When his lips finally crash against mine, I catch a hint of beer and something sweet. My nostrils fill with his manly scent, and I’m lost again, consumed by Trent. His fingers find my hair, and he tugs hard enough to rip a soft moan from my lips.

I like how he takes what he wants from me. I’ve never been with a man like Trent before. He kisses me like he wants to claim me and steal my breath.

As his hands roam my body, and his skilled tongue does the rest of the work, I feel worshiped.

Trent makes me feel many things—intense pleasure is one of them.

His long, hard cock grows against my inner thigh, and I know I will be in trouble.

Feeling this much of him through his pants causes my ovaries to do a dance.

I’m blind with lust, practically begging Trent to fuck me when I reach between us to grab the waistband of his pants.

He covers my hand with his, our lips separating long enough for him to say, “Have some patience, Jem.”

He reaches behind me to unhook my bra, and the straps slide down my arms. I beg him to touch me, my core throbbing with need and my nipples painfully sore.

But he does as promised and slowly removes my bra, his hand caressing my thigh as he kisses me.

Trent’s gaze travels over my body, centering on my breasts, and as he does so, he licks his lips.

“You’re killing me,” he whispers as he sits back to remove his jersey, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “So beautiful… and perfect… and so fucking mine.”

He slides off the bed to undress. His jersey hits the floor, followed by his pants, and now I’m staring like an idiot at the sight of him in black boxer briefs.

My mouth goes dry, my eyes wide with shock as he pushes the briefs over his hips.

He sure can wear a pair of boxers. His cock springs loose, and my mouth opens even wider in awe.

I reach for him, wanting to feel his soft skin in my hands. Trent groans, his eyes fixed on me. Threading my hair through his fingers, he leans forward as if he wants me to taste him.

I want to feel him, every part of him.

Sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, I go slow, and from the looks of his expression, it’s too much for him to stand. He fists my hair, his grip tightening on my head. As I feel his cock pulse, he steps back, still holding onto me.

He pushes down on my shoulders until my back is flat on the mattress again.

Trent pushes my thighs together and strips away my panties.

He bends forward, his hand traveling up my stomach to my breasts.

His massage is so sensual, the pads of his thumbs rolling over my nipples in a circular motion.

I almost explode when he closes his mouth over my nipple.

Tiny bumps dot my skin, spreading down my arms and legs. Trent said I’m trying to kill him, but I think it’s the reverse. I thrust my hips, wanting to feel him, commanding him to move faster.

Staring down at me, Trent moves to my other breast and takes my nipple between his teeth.

He tugs on my skin like an animal. But it feels so damn good that a ripple of pleasure shoots throughout my body.

Each time his breath hits my skin or his tongue or teeth graze my nipple, my body jerks from the overwhelming sensation ripping through me.

As if taking the hint that I need to come, Trent slides further down my body, gripping my thighs in his powerful hands, and then he rolls his tongue on my clit.

I. Could. Die.

“Oh… my…” I can’t even get out the words because my head is spinning, my mind reeling over the sensation spreading throughout my body.

“That’s a good girl,” he says between licks. “Come for me, Jem.”

His tongue is like heaven, a magician casting a spell on me each time it connects with the tiny bundle of nerves. I grip his hair between my fingers and pull him closer, smothering his head between my thighs. He slips his tongue between my slick folds and laps up my juices, his eyes meeting mine.

With a firm hold on my thighs, Trent lifts my ass from the mattress and devours me, his tongue like a skilled weapon being used against me. My body vibrates from the sheer intensity of the orgasm rocking through me.

Trent opens the drawer next to the bed and quickly rolls on a condom. Lining himself up at my entrance, he inches inside me, the initial pinch somewhat painful. But with each inch, he breaks through my inner walls, careful as he rocks into me, filling me up.

“I was right,” Trent whispers the words against my ear as he raises my hand above my head to thread our fingers together.

“About what?” I moan.

“You will be the death of me, Jem.” He continues to rock his hips, his cock burying deeper and deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck, you really are, baby.”

My body adapts to his size, the pain turning to pure pleasure.

I’m so drunk on Trent, consumed by the sheer force of the orgasm that dominates me.

Raising my leg with one hand, he changes the position, his cock sliding in deeper, his pace even faster.

I close my eyes from the pressure building again, and he commands them open when he rubs my clit with his thumb.

He ruins me, wrecks me from the inside out.

After I come again, Trent is right behind me, his orgasm shaking through me.

“What the fuck?”

His words rip me from my pleasure-induced coma. “What’s wrong?”

He sinks back on his heels, still between my thighs, and sticks his finger inside me, the condom now on his fingertip.

I stare at the condom, confused at first. “Did you come in the condom or me?”

He studies it for a second. “The condom, I think.”

I sit up and look, seeing fluid in the condom. “So, what happened? It got stuck?”

“Yeah. I guess I fucked you harder than I thought.”

I laugh. “Could you imagine if it got stuck up there?”

“No, I don’t want to imagine that.” He hops off the bed to dispose of the condom in the trashcan and then climbs back into bed with me.

Trent kisses my lips, a quick peck that sets my skin on fire. Rolling onto his side, he stares down at me, neither of us ready to speak, still catching our breaths.

He drags his finger across my bottom lip. An intense connection sparks between us, the silence telling me what I need to know.

His eyes say it all.

He wants more.

And so do I.

“What are you doing on Wednesday afternoon?”

His question surprises me.

“Going to class. Why?”

He smiles. “Because I want to take you somewhere.”

“Like on a date?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. A date.”

“I usually study in the afternoons at the library if you want to meet me there.”

His lips are close to mine but not yet touching. “It’s a date.”