At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what that one Cosmo article said.
Devin notices my nuanced movements and doesn’t let me give in to my lack of confidence. In fact, almost like he’s making a point of telling me I don’t need to worry about it, he continues moving his rough, warm hands to the front of my torso. There’s so much heat building between us, it feels like we’re suddenly in a sauna.
I melt beneath his fingers as they gently trace the outline of my nipples, which have never been so hard in their entire virgin lives. I let out a moan, and then my breath catches because I didn’t realize I had it in me to sound so sexy.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks. He’s pinching my nipples now, and that’s probably why he thinks I gasped. But it feels incredible.
“No,” I breathe. Devin leans forward for more, but I put my hand to his rock-solid chest. “Wait.” I push my chair back and dart across my messy dorm room to the door, twisting the deadbolt into place.
It’s almost as if the sound of the lock signals a chemical change in my body because, in an instant, I’m giddy with excitement.
I’m ready. I want this. And I’m going to throw myself into it like I do with all my school assignments.
Except for this time, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy myself.
I turn to Devin, determined to give him my best performance. He meets my purposeful gaze with hard lines in his jaw and a dark expression that sets my panties on fire.
I can barely breathe when I say, “Teach me everything.”
Chapter Two
Devin
God, she’s beautiful. Standing there with her dark nipples poking out from beneath her thin tank top, her blue eyes wild. Her blonde hair in that messy bun on the top of her head.
I’ve always loved her “study outfit,” as she calls it, a pair of skin-tight workout leggings and a running tank top that has been driving me wild since our study sessions started just a few weeks ago. It’s taken an almost godlike amount of willpower to stay focused on the damn calculus textbook. How can I, when she’s leaning over next to me, revealing her cleavage, the strawberry scent of her shampoo intoxicating my thoughts, her glossy chap-stick covered lips making me wonder what she tastes like?
And there she is now, standing in front of me, glowing with anticipation. Expecting me to ravage her like some sort of sex god.
Which is precisely what I plan to do.
In two strides, I’m standing with my hands against the wall beside her head, my body pressed up against hers. She’s almost a foot shorter than me, and my dick, now stiff as steel, pushes into her soft belly.
Jenna looks up at me with her glossy blue eyes. Her lips part in an unspoken request. I bend my head and plant my lips on hers, seeking her tongue with mine. She lets out a moan that goes right to my cock. I press into her even harder.
“Lesson number one,” I whisper into her ear, “use your hands.” I trace my index finger down her collarbone to just below her neck, circle around her breasts, run my thumb over her nipple until it feels like she’s going to penetrate the fabric of her tank top. Jenna arcs her back, pressing herself into me further. Her mouth is parted, and she’s half grinning, half-frozen in ecstasy.
Damn. And I haven’t even started yet.
“My turn,” she says as she places her hands on my shoulders. I love how confident she is even as a novice, how she takes charge and isn’t afraid to bare it all to me. To be able to turn her on like this for the first time makes me feel like a king.
I watch her expression turn from a dreamlike state of wonder to alert and searching as she comes alive, tracing her delicate fingers over the hard lines of my body through my white cotton shirt.
My arms. My pecks. My abs.
She stops at the bottom hem, hesitant. Her curly eyelashes flutter as she glances up at me, silently asking for permission.
It catches me off guard. No one has ever looked at me that way before. It’s always been so rushed and feverish, the girls I’ve been with always so eager to get their hands on the one and only Devin Stratton, highest scoring forward on the Tempt University team since 1924.
Being treated like a piece of meat never bothered me before. Hell, I love it. It means all those damn suicides at practice aren’t for nothing. But, damn it, why does it feel like I’m getting naked with a girl for the first time when Jenna looks me in the eyes?
I hold her gaze, reminding myself this is newer to her than it is to me. I’m the expert. Keep it together, idiot.
With my hands on hers, together we pull my shirt over my head.
Jenna bites her lip as she looks me up and down, and a grin tugs at the corner of her mouth.
I smirk, pleased at her response.
She goes for my belt, but I place my hand over hers. She looks up at me, confused. “Lesson number two,” I say, “don’t be greedy.”
With a smirk, she cocks her hip to the side, unimpressed. Before she can say anything sassy, I pull her tank top over her head, revealing a perfect pair of light-skinned teardrops. The slender muscles in her arms and shoulders tense up, and goosebumps stand to attention all across her skin. She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me, shielding her stomach with her forearms.
Taking her chin in my hand, I say, “You’re beautiful.” And I mean it. She’s smooth and pure and cute as hell. She smiles shyly. After a brief moment, Jenna drops her arms to her sides, letting me take her in wholly.
“Sorry,” she murmurs. “No one’s ever seen me naked before. I’m still a little stiff.”
“Let’s see if we can loosen you up.”
I press my warm body against hers, kiss her sweet lips, and slowly run my hands down her bare, smooth back. The stiffness in her muscles subsides a bit, but not entirely enough to tell me she’s all in. I ramp it up a notch and grab her ass, pushing her into me hard. With a moan, Jenna lets her shoulders down and wraps her arms around my neck.
Gotcha.
I pick her up by the ass, and she wraps her legs around me as I step over our backpacks and set her down on the edge of her twin-sized bed. It’s been a while since I lived on campus. The waist-high mattress reminds me of how the university is always looking for ways to save on space. Three-foot high beds equal more storage space underneath, and the perfect height for adequate foreplay.
The disruption to her flowery comforter sends a few stuffed animals to the floor. Jenna tries to hide a blush, but it only makes her that much more adorable. God, she’s cute.
I lean forward to kiss her soft neck, moving my hands up her sides until they’re cupping her full breasts. She lets out a barely audible whimper, and I grin through my kisses, totally in love with her responses to my touch.
I continue to leave a path of sweet pecks down her neck and her chest until my mouth locks onto her other tiny peak. With one hand, I twirl her nipple between my fingers, and with the other, I pull her toward me as I suck and flick her sensitive nub with my tongue.
She moans, her breath getting heavy. No woman has ever responded to me this way before. I feel so powerful.
Jenna pulls me toward her. “Kiss me again,” she breathes.
So I do, knowing full well that the animal inside her is coming alive. And I can’t wait to see how far it will take her.
This time her kiss is hard, desperate, hot. She needs me. Her instincts are taking over. Jenna pushes against me, and even through our pants, I can feel her heat. With her lips locked on mine, I gently shimmy the elastic band of her leggings down to her ankles. I yank them off and throw them to the floor, eager to trace a finger over her purple and green patterned thong.
She’s wet. I can feel it through the cotton fabric. I hook a finger around her underwear and put my tongue to her most sensitive part, all the while watching her expression above me. She gasps and arches her back, bracing an arm against the bed for support.
I take in every minute reaction, interpreting her unspoken cues for what she likes, what turns her on, what drives her mad. I quickly learn she lov
es teasing.
So I tease her.
I flick, I stroke, I curl my tongue. I tease every way I know how. I slip a finger inside her and continue stroking her clit with my tongue. She lets out a cry and grabs my hair in her fist. I’ve got her number. She’s moaning so loudly there’s no way her vent-mates can’t hear us.
Just when she’s on edge, I stop, stand up. She looks bewildered.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, eyes wild, lips red.
“Lesson number three: make it last,” I say, unbuttoning my pants and letting them drop to the floor. I revel in the look of pure shock and awe as her eyes widen at the sight of me. My face twists into a grin because this is way more fun than calculus, and she has no idea what’s coming.
Chapter Three
Jenna
A girl in middle school once told me that a penis feels just like a tampon, only bigger. I’m not sure if it’s something her mom told her to shut her up, or if it’s somehow true. But as I’m staring at this man’s beautiful, bare naked form in front of me, I can tell you that I highly doubt it’s going to feel like a tampon when he’s inside me.
I’m not sure what to expect, but the way he stands there in the harsh lighting of my dorm room with the confidence of a Greek god makes me want to find out.
I slip off the edge of the bed and land on my tippy toes. I give a quick peck to his chest as I head straight for the gold. (Don’t want the rest of him to feel like chopped liver.) A second later, I’m on my knees and staring down the barrel of a footlong shotgun.
Okay, that was a terrible analogy. Sorry, but I’m nervous!
This is the guy I’ve been crushing hard on since the start of the semester. I’ve imagined what his naked athletic body would look and feel like, and it’s incredibly shocking to be living the dream in my own cramped, messy, less-than-romantic dorm room. Somehow, Devin is into me. Maybe even as much as I’m into him. I don’t want to let him down.
In a matter of half a second, I mentally rifle through all the random magazine articles and overheard schoolgirl gossip about blow jobs. Chelsea Harrowitz (the crowned slut of my high school) said guys like it when you do something from the base… whatever that means. Oh, and something about using your hand?
I’ll just improvise.
I lick my lips and simultaneously wrap my fist around the base of his cock. My thumb barely meets the tip of my middle finger. He’s hot. In both ways, as Chelsea would say.
Leaning forward, I open my mouth, reaching my tongue out to test the waters. I lick the tip of his dick, tasting a slightly salty substance at his slit. He tastes good. Devin lets out a deep groan and places one of his hands on my shoulder, the other on top of my head.
I take that as a sign he likes what I’m doing.
Ever one to respond to positive reinforcement, I continue on, going all in.
I lick from his base to his tip, and he sucks in a deep breath. Ten points for Jenna! I do it again, and again. On the third time, I continue all the way so that the tip of him is entirely in my mouth. I’m surprised to find I like the way he tastes. Like… sex and lust and passion.
And I want more of it.
I slowly push farther, so he’s buried in my mouth. I continue pumping him into me, gliding his tip down the roof of my mouth and back.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His responses encourage me to keep experimenting. With my other hand I gently feel around for his balls, (oh my God, is that seriously what you say? Just… balls?), massaging and stroking just for my own exploration.
Any thoughts I have of feeling awkward melt away at the sound of him sucking in a shocked breath. He places both hands on my head to steady himself. I can tell he’s trying not to push me too hard, but he can’t help but guide me and adjust my pacing to his liking.
A smile makes its way on my lips because this is actually really fun. I like that I can make Devin feel good in this way. I feel powerful, in control. Strong and sexy. I want to keep going until he can’t take anymore—
He abruptly pulls me away and lets out a deep breath. “Jesus, you pick things up pretty quickly, huh?”
“It’s not that hard.”
Then we both chuckle like middle schoolers at the pun, because that’s precisely what he is.
“What’s next?” I ask, my inhibitions now completely evaporated, replaced by pure excitement.
“Now comes the fun part,” Devin growls. The mischievous glint in his eyes lights me up with anticipation all over again.
“I thought that was pretty fun.” It comes out as almost a whisper.
Devin’s plump lips curve into a sexy grin when he says, “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Four
Devin
“Get on the bed,” I tell her. She does as I say, giving me a lovely view of her plump ass as she climbs up onto the mattress. “Wait, stop.” She turns to me, a questioning look contorting her features. “Take off your panties first,” I add.
She smirks when I say panties. I roll my eyes, loving how she can be so sensual and so fucking childish at the same time.
Slowly, she pulls the bikini strings of her thong down the curves of her thick legs, staring at me the whole time, taunting me to touch her. To be inside her. She has no idea how sexy she is, and it’s driving me crazy.
Jenna crawls onto the mattress, knowingly putting her ass on full display. God damn, she’s hot. It’s fun watching her come alive before me, her confidence rising with each new step we take.
To prove my point, Jenna stretches forward, raising her ass higher. Her wetness glistens in the harsh dorm room lighting, and it makes me ache for her.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks. “Isn’t this how guys like it?”
That is how I like it—raw and rough, and from behind. But not this time.
No, this time, I need to see Jenna’s face when I make her cum. I want to watch her unravel for her first time in front of me.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I tease. “Lesson number four: start with the basics. Missionary first.”
“I’m no wuss, Devin,” she says, wiggling her ass, tormenting me. “I can take it. Let’s do what you like.”
Fuck, she’s fantastic. “I want it this way, really,” I say, reminding myself to take this slow for her, despite her sudden burst of assuredness.
She gives me a sassy look that makes my dick twitch.
I slap her plump butt with an excellent SMACK sound. Jenna yelps and giggles, twisting onto her back. I slide above her and plant more kisses down her neck, between her breasts.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
Shit. “Fuck, that’s right,” I murmur against Jenna’s chest.
I scramble off the bed and search my pants pockets for the tiny packet of latex I always keep handy.
“Lesson number five,” she says in a mocking tone, “safety first.”
“Smart ass.”
I quickly sheath the latex on myself, deciding she’ll have to wait for our next tutoring session to learn how to put a condom on. A surprising jolt of electricity runs through my veins at the thought of more to come with Jenna. I glance at her, and she flashes me a gorgeous smile. I can’t help but smile back, thinking of all the naughty things I want to teach her.
Don’t get emotional, Devin, I tell myself.
In an instant, I jump back on the bed and lean over the porcelain goddess beneath me. Jenna wraps her arms and legs around me, kisses me fervently, pulling me down onto her. My cock nestles between her legs, and her heat drags a groan from my throat. She grinds against me, explores my back with her hands, grabs my ass, pulls me even closer. I want to keep teasing her with my mouth on her breasts, my fingers inside her, but I can’t wait any longer.
“Devin,” she moans.
She wants it, too.
“You ready?” I ask. It comes out as a husky groan.
She nods her head, her eyes glassy, and plants another sweet kiss on my lips to seal the deal. The innocence of her kiss remin
ds me of how young she is, how sweet and inexperienced. How I get to be her first.
It sets me over the edge.
I slip inside her in a single, gentle thrust. Jenna sucks in a deep breath, and her lips part with a cry.
Chapter Five
Jenna
“Josh,” I breathe. He’s so big, so full, and I’m so grateful that I didn’t hear a ripping sound. He’s enormous, but I attribute my lack of pain to the assumption that he warmed me up pretty well. It’s only slightly painful, but I’ll take that over bleeding, which I was secretly harboring a fear of.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod my head. “Yes, I’m okay. You’re so big.”
“I’ll take it real slow.”
And he does. Our bodies entwine with each other on the tiny bed, the shitty mattress creaking beneath us. Even just the weight of his body on mine feels fantastic. I’ve never been this close with another human before, let alone with someone I’ve been fantasizing about all semester!
Ohhhh, fuck. That felt good. What the heck is Devin doing? I hold my breath, paying close attention as he switches positions slightly. Now he’s rubbing my clit with every thrust and holy hell that’s amazing.
I try to stay quiet, but the sounds that escape me are entirely out of my control. Devin starts off slow, but the more he works, the better it feels. With each of his thrusts, I let out a little whimper. He nuzzles into my neck and groans. It’s animalistic, guttural, sexy as hell. I wonder if he knows he’s doing it.
Hell, it doesn’t matter. I love it. If Devin isn’t overthinking things, then I shouldn’t be either. I let out a deep breath, and with it, all the remaining insecurities firing through my brain.
The only thing on my mind now is the burning desire to consume even more of him.
Devin slightly changes tactic, going for a more circular approach, and hot damn! I gasp and reach for the nearest pillow, knocking another damn stuffed animal to the floor. He smirks, I can feel it against my chest, and thrusts a little harder in the same way that made me reach out in the first place. He’s reading me like a textbook, interpreting all my unspoken wishes and uncontrollable moans.
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