I never want it to stop.
Chapter Six
Devin
I knew virgins were tight, but Jenna’s a goddamn vacuum.
Her core sucks me in, and I can feel her legs trembling as she wraps around me. With each of my thrusts, she comes more and more undone, her moans become deeper, her breathing shallower. Her feminine arms and petite hands eagerly search my body for more of me to grab.
Jenna arches toward me, nibbles my neck, breathes her sweet breath behind my ear. Every move she makes has my hairs on end. She’s moaning, panting, gasping like a madwoman, so much she can barely catch her breath.
Fuck yeah, I’ve really got her going now.
Her core tightens around me as she lets out a breathy groan. Jenna arcs her back. She’s beautiful. I try to slow down, to keep her in a state of ongoing ecstasy, but she’s too much for me.
I’m a goner.
We both climax at the same time, something that’s never happened to me before, and I collapse into her beautiful breasts, entirely spent.
Chapter Seven
Jenna
It takes a solid three minutes before I’m able to speak again. I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life. Or at all, really.
When my heartbeat calms down again, I can’t help the dopey smile from spreading on my face. I just had sex with Devin frickin’ Stratton, my dream man.
As my surroundings slowly come back to me, I remember we’re on my shitty dorm room bed and not at The Four Seasons in Hawaii or some other romantic location. But it doesn’t matter, because Devin’s body just transported me to a whole different dimension of orgasmic ecstasy.
It doesn’t matter that the wall paint is cracking only inches from my face, or that my sheets are unwashed and my dust-covered fan is staring at me from the corner of the room. It’s even sort of quaint to see the smiling faces of my family members strung up beside my pillow...
Shit! Grandma saw the whole thing! I yank the photo of Gammy from the wall and throw the whole damn string of pictures on the floor.
“You good?” Devin says, his voice muffled by my breasts.
I let out a breathy laugh. “I’m amazing.”
“Yeah you are,” he says, lifting his head to look into my eyes.
“How about you?” I ask.
Devin smirks his signature sexy grin that always stops my heart an extra beat. “That was fun,” he says. Then he props up on his elbows and gives me a kiss. It tastes hot and sweet, and it evaporates our surroundings. I let out a pleased moan and give him a goofy grin. He chuckles. “Are you satisfied with your first lesson in sex ed?” he jokes.
“First? You mean there’s more to come?”
“Literally,” he smirks.
I roll my eyes. “Good, cuz I felt a little bad about letting our calc lessons go to waste.”
“They were never a waste.” Devin runs his thumb over my lips and says, “I’ve had my eyes on you for a while, Jenna.”
My jaw drops a little.
“Don’t look so surprised.” Devin chuckles.
But I am surprised. I just assumed Devin was taking advantage of the situation, which didn’t bother me one bit. But now that I know he was into me all along… butterflies knock into the sides of my stomach. I stifle a grin. “What now?” I ask, trying to play it cool.
“Pizza?”
My stomach rumbles. Turns out, sex is more physically demanding than I realized. “Yes. Want to go to the student union?”
“Actually, I thought we could go to a place off-campus,” Devin says. “It’s near the post office. Positano’s Pizza. It’s a real cheesy joint, literally.” A smile forms on my face because for one, I never knew someone could be so punny, and two, I realize we’ve never talked about anything besides calculus or the weather. It’s foreign territory, but I like it. He continues on, his curls bobbing slightly as he moves his head when he speaks. “They even have the white and red checkered tablecloths.”
I try to hold back the overwhelming tide of excitement that comes with realizing Devin not only had sex with me but is asking me out, too. Looks like “virgin good girl Jenna” isn’t as lame as I thought.
“Sounds great,” I say. “Let’s go.”
He helps me off the bed and caresses my curves one more time. Then he pulls me in and kisses me. It’s sweet and caring and comforting, and all I want to do is melt in his arms. “Mm, you taste so good,” he says.
I flash him a smile before pulling my underwear back on from its spot on the floor. Then I grab my bra from the unoccupied desk and clip it back into place.
“So… how many lessons are you thinking?” I ask, watching Devin buckle his pants on.
His eyes light up at the question. “Babe, that was just the basics.” He reaches for my shirt hanging off my roommate’s desk chair and hands it to me. “I’ve got a whole semester’s worth of lessons lined up.”
I tug it over my head and slip on some sandals. “Good, cuz I saw a few positions online the other day that I’m real curious about.”
“Oh yeah?” his ears perk up like a dog’s as he opens the door for me. I grab my little black purse from the hook on the wall. “What were they?”
“How about I show you over pizza?” I sashay into the hallway, secretly smirking.
“Only if I get to teach you after dinner,” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down to my ankles.
This is going to be a fun semester.
Suite Mates
Suite Mates is a short college romance with a sweet, confident heroine and a strong, sexy hero. It is the third book in the College Roommates series and can be read as a standalone.
Rachel
I wouldn’t say I’m a needy person, and there’s no time in my life for relationships.
Then Jason Coleman, AKA my insanely handsome suitemate who has muscles on muscles and whose stare roots me to the spot, walks into my life.
He rocks my world for one insanely amazing night of passion, and then leaves me hanging, and suddenly all I need is to see him again.
But is it just attraction, or is there something more between us?
Jason
It’s been work, work, work to get to college, and now that I’m here I don’t know what I really want for my life.
Until my suitemate Rachel steals my heart.
She’s more dedicated than anyone I know and she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
One steamy shower with her has me convinced she’s everything I need in my life.
But does she want me, too, or is this just a one-night-stand to her?
If you love sweet college love stories with a whole lotta steam and a dash of humor, you’ll love this book. No cliffhangers in this fun college romance!
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors).
Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Rachel
My jaw just about drops off my face as I stand there, hair dripping wet, towel wrapped around my torso, ear to the door, listening to my roommate scream in sexual ecstasy.
“Damn it, Victoria!” I hiss, jiggling the doorknob. Of course, I realized after I’d already stepped into the shower that I left my “miracle shampoo” on my desk. (I call it that because it’s so hydrating that it cuts down on styling time by half—not kidding.) If I could just run in there really quickly and grab it, I might still be able to get ready in time to squeeze in another makeup tutorial recording before class. I angrily yank the handle again, but to no avail.
Crap.
I huff at the missed opportunity. Every beauty tutorial I make counts, seeing as I’m putting myself through college with these things. It started as a hobby, filming myself applying particular hair and makeup techniques so that my friends could see how I do them, but it turned out lots of other people on the internet found them helpful, too.
Pretty soon, I was making some good money, and now I’m paying half my tuition with my YouTube income. After my shower, I was hoping to film another tutorial, but Victoria is screwing that up.
Literally.
I guess the video will have to wait. I’ll just camp out in here until Victoria and her sex victim of the day are done, which has to be sometime soon, right?
I let out a dramatic groan because I know better. My roommate’s sex sessions last forever. That’s what she’s known for around campus.
Ugh.
I bang my forehead against the wood, my hair squelching water to the ground with the movement.
The opposite door to the bathroom swings open, letting cold air into the steamy atmosphere, and in comes Jason Coleman, my suitemate, and the most attractive guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.
We share bathrooms here in Dorris Hall, the oldest dormitory at Tempt University. Because there was an excess of female students this year, Victoria and I got paired with Jason Coleman and Chris Marlowe as our bathroom buddies.
Not that we’ve ever complained.
Chris has that cute, wavy-blonde surfer dude vibe going for him, and Jason… Jason is a freaking god.
He’s tall, dark and handsome. Every inch of him is covered in muscles, right down to his cheese grater abs (you could seriously grate Parmesan on those babies), and he’s always smiling at me with his beautiful dirty green eyes.
He steps into the bathroom with nothing but a towel on, and I distinctly feel my nipples harden. I can’t control it—I’m insanely attracted to him. Though it’s halfway through the semester and Jason and I have barely had but two conversations with each other, there’s an undeniable connection between us.
Our schedules are entirely different. I’m a cosmetology major, and he’s here for… gosh, I don’t even remember. I’m always so distracted by his eyes. Something to do with working out, I think? The only time I ever see him is when I’m leaving the bathroom, and he’s heading in.
Luckily for me, that means I’m usually wearing a full set of fabulous makeup. But not today.
Today I’m hunched over the door handle with a sopping wet head of hair looking like freaking Gollum from Lord of the Rings.
Jason sees me, and his eyes go wide.
“Oh, sorry! I thought you were finished, ‘cuz I heard the water turn off.” He points to the tub shower, it’s sliding glass door pebbled with water droplets from my unfinished shower.
“Yeah, I realized I forgot my shampoo, so I hopped out for a minute.” I grip the door handle a little tighter and give it another jiggle, just to see if maybe Victoria finished in record time today.
It doesn’t budge, and judging by the whimpers and moans and deep grunting coming from the other side of the door, I can bet it’s going to be quite a while before I’m able to get back into my room. “Looks like my miracle shampoo will have to wait,” I grumble.
“You can use my shampoo if you want. It’s pretty piney, manly stuff, though.” Jason flashes me a smirk, and it makes my head spin. He’s so freaking handsome. He could be some kind of lumberjack model. If that’s even a thing.
“Thanks, really,” I manage to sputter, shaking the image of him chopping wood from my head. “I’ll manage.” I give the door handle another aggressive shake just to spite Victoria.
Jason furrows his bushy eyebrows in confusion. “What are you doing? Is the door jammed?”
“No, it’s locked from the bedroom side,” I whine.
Just then, a loud moan seeps under the doorframe. I bristle, blushing as red as a tomato, and Jason’s eyes go wide with realization.
“You know Victoria,” I add, confirming his suspicions. Even if he wasn’t her suitemate, it’s a pretty safe bet that everyone on campus has heard of Victoria.
“Shit, that sucks.” Jason joins me by the door, dropping his deodorant and body wash in the only available free space on the messy countertop. I’ve pretty much taken over the bathroom as my video recording space, leaving all sorts of colorful girly goodies everywhere. I do my best to keep it clean, knowing I share this space with three other people, but there’s always a bobby pin or two lying around.
Okay, maybe three or four. But only when it’s a filming day, like today. Yet, Jason hasn’t complained once. Not even when there’s barely room for his two personal items on the counter.
He smirks as he presses his ear up against the door. “Oh yeah, sounds like they’re having a real good time.” His body is so close to mine. I can smell the spicy scent of his sweat mixed with his piney deodorant. He must have just gotten back from the gym. I eye his biceps with awe.
He’s all muscle, all man, and yet something about him feels so young and sweet. I can’t help but admire his entirely solid half-naked body, silently imagining his hard muscles on my soft curves. What would it be like to be with him? Just the thought of him touching me makes me so wet. And no, it’s not from the shower. I bite my lip to keep my mouth closed.
Jason turns to me, and I’m caught ogling him. I almost jump out of my towel from the suddenness. I expect him to look away since that’s what people who are attracted to each other usually do. But Jason doesn’t turn away. He stares right back.
He’s checking me out from head to toe, unapologetically. His gaze is so strong, so heavy, I feel like I might burst into flames on the spot. And then he licks his lips and its so goddamn sexy that I wonder if I’m imagining it. I open my mouth to say something, but my brain is so totally mush right now that nothing comes out. Jason dips his head toward mine. My heart races with the anticipation that he might kiss me. I eagerly hold my breath, tilt my chin upward just slightly…
“I’ll let you finish your shower.” His voice comes out scratchy and hoarse like it was painful for him to say it. And before I can even register what’s happening, he turns on his heel and heads for the door back to his dorm room.
Wait! I mentally shout. He can’t just leave like that, can he? Something was clearly about to happen, right?
As Jason reaches for his door handle, something desperate snaps inside me. In a voice so strangled and timid, I’m not even sure if it comes out at all, I say, “You’re welcome to join me.”
My heart pounds in my ears, and I’m holding my breath. Did I really just invite my super-hot suitemate to join me in the shower?
Jason stops with his hand on the door handle. His shoulders taught, tension rippling through his broad spread of muscles. Silently, he locks the door and turns to meet my gaze. His eyes are red with lust, and it gives me a surge of adrenaline and confidence.
Enough to take a step toward him and let my towel fall to my feet.
Chapter Two
Jason
Rachel slowly takes a step toward me, igniting my dirty imagination on fire, and as her loosely bound towel starts to slip, I realize I’ve only ever seen her in this damn bathroom. Most of the time, Rachel is just heading out as I’m heading in, or vice versa, but once—only once—I caught a glimpse of her naked.
I forgot my deodorant on the bathroom counter and was trying to grab it before she noticed I was there, and that’s when I saw her singing in the shower. Through the spotted glass door, I could see her petite naked body glistening in the water, bouncing around as she danced and sang to the music. I replay that image every time I close my eyes. Rachel is somehow adorable and sexy at the same time. But what turns me on most is how determined she is.
She’s always making those beauty videos every chance she gets. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t watched any. Rachel is so sweet, so girly. Her bubbly personality always lights up my day, especially when I get her talking about her business. Which is really easy to do, as she’s so passionate about it. In the few brief moments I’ve spoken with her, Rachel has told me she’s putting herself through college with the money she makes off those clips. How freaking awesome is that?
She also told me she’s working on a new color pallet, whatever that is. I just nod and urge her on so I can keep watching her eyes ligh
t up when she talks about what she loves.
I want that.
I want to want something enough to go after it. I’m only here for a health fitness degree because my parents decided it was the logical next step for me, seeing as I spend a lot of time at the gym. I’m fit, sure, but it’s only because my stress relief is to work it all out. And ever since arriving at Tempt University, I’m always stressed.
Life before this was a lot of stressful preparation for college, but now that I’m here, it’s like it was all for nothing. I’m floating in space with no direction, no sense of purpose. What comes next? And how can I possibly prepare for it when I don’t know what it is?
The only thing I know for sure is how I feel about Rachel. It’s so stupid, we don’t even know each other, and I have nothing to go on but our few conversations and some Facebook stalking (not the perverted kind, I swear), but thinking about her always puts a smile on my face. And gives me a raging hard-on, like right now.
I watch, completely mesmerized, as Rachel sensuously lets her towel drop to the floor, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, blush forming on her cheeks.
She’s a goddamn angel. She’s gorgeous. She’s everything I think about, and I can’t believe she’s offering herself to me like this. It can only mean one thing—Rachel Higgins wants me as badly as I want her.
Seeing her sweet naked body ignites a burning passion in me, a hunger that demands to be satiated with a similar kind of force that I only ever let out at the gym.
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