Big Man on Campus: an Enemies to Lovers College Romance (Big Men on Campus Book 1)

by Stephanie Queen

  “Jack.” She whispers my name, her eyes still closed, a slight frown on her face, a pleading note in her voice. I remember her question last night. She asked what’s wrong with me. A series of small stabs run across my back and I lean in to study her face. Her eyelids flutter open and a smile curves her lips. With that look on her face, her body in my arms, I can’t say there is anything wrong. Whatever felt off before is gone.

  I make her come with my fingers, watching her face turn pink, the beads of perspiration, the way he brows knit and the way she bites down on her lip, holding in the moans as she arches against me, clenching her legs together, squeezing them against my hands as I pinch down hard to hear her last gasp.

  Kissing her brow, feeling her heartbeat slow, I kneel up on the mattress in front of her, my cock throbbing again, and I take it in my hands and stroke. Her eyes go wide as she watches, and her mouth opens. I pump, squeeze the tip as she stares, so turned on by her fascination, her riveted attention, her need. She sits up on her elbows.

  “What … are you doing?” Her voice is quiet, like she doesn’t want to interrupt and I don’t let her stop me. I don’t answer, keeping my eyes on her, my jaw muscles tense as I spread the pre-cum from my tip down my shaft with one hand and hold the base with my other, tight. My breathing gets ragged and I feel the tightening as I watch her chest heaving up and down, panting, her breasts straining and moving against the T-shirt.

  “I’m going to come, princess.” My voice is choked as I double fist my cock and stroke hard, moving my hips. I see the excitement and awe on her face as the spasm hits and I aim my load. The spurt of cum hits her chest, covering Lake Winnipesaukee. I’m panting and breathless and I stop, falling forward on her, kissing the shocked look from her face. And burying my face in the pillow. Struggling for breath, I have no idea why I did that. Except maybe because I’ve wanted Joni ever since that day.

  “I need a shower.” I roll from the mattress to a stand and pull the blanket from her to feast my eyes on her splendor. She pulls the T-shirt off and she’s naked except for that thin bracelet and I wonder about it—only for a split second. When she moves, sitting up, the sway of her breasts and those rosy nipples captivate me. I throw her my robe.

  “Let’s take a shower.” She’s unsteady, but she stands, slipping on the robe.

  “You want me to go first?”

  I smile. “No princess. We’re going together.” I wrap a towel around my waist.

  “Really? You’re insatiable.” She laughs and so do I. I’m not about to tell her it’s her.

  “I bet I can make you come again. If you want …” She blushes, a naughty, guilty look.

  “But what about …” She waves a hand and gives me a skeptical look. But I see a girl who needs me.

  “It’s early. No one will bother us. I share the bathroom with Tristan.” Thank fuck. He’s the only one polite enough not to make a stink about me commandeering it. I’m breaking all kinds of rules, but since they’re my rules, no one is going to give me shit. Except maybe George and I’m used to that. If he didn’t give me shit I’d be taking him into the emergency room to get checked for a brain tumor.

  I take her hand and we sneak across the hall to the bathroom and I close the door behind us and lock it. Then I turn and look at her. She trusts me. Do I trust her?

  “They’ll hear us,” she says, her reluctance half-hearted as I take off my towel, exposing my cock at full tilt. Again. I can’t get enough of that hungry look in her eyes. She hasn’t had me in her mouth yet and I need it bad. I don’t know why the fuck I’m hesitating. I reach out and open her robe. It hangs loose and long and I push it from her shoulders to see her full, tall, glorious frame. She could be a frigging supermodel, but I know she won’t take that as a compliment, so I don’t say it.

  “Get in the shower, princess.” She takes a last glance at my cock, licking her lips, and climbs in. My cock bounces and strains. I hold it, resisting the urge to stroke myself as I follow her in and close the frosted glass door, a relic from another generation, behind me. Patience.

  Reaching behind her, I turn on the spray and she jumps. Right into my arms, sandwiching my swollen cock between us, against her belly. I groan and press myself closer, so fucking horny. Pushing back, she grabs the bottle of soap and pumps some into her hand.

  “Let me lather you,” she says, putting her soapy hands on my chest and moving them down my rib cage.

  “Keep going, princess. Don’t stop until you have your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “My lips?”

  “You want to and we both know it.”

  She gives me a smile like she wants to eat me alive and I know I’ve accomplished my mission to make her want me as desperately as I want her. She’s right there crazy in lust with me now. As she lowers to her knees and licks the tip of my cock I want to howl and beat my chest. But the way she sends a wave of pre-orgasmic tension through me, I’m lucky my knees don’t buckle. I put a hand on her head and encourage her to take more of me as she slides her mouth down my shaft until she gags. My cock jolts with pleasure and I pull her off me.

  “You okay, Joni?”

  She looks up at me, water splashing on her face. “I’m in heaven.”

  Now I want to pull her to her feet and kiss her, but she goes down on me again and this time there’s no testing or teasing. With her hands holding my balls and her mouth pumping and licking my cock, sucking on the tip, she’s driving me to a spiral of dizzying tension. I hold one shaky hand on her head and put the other against the shower wall to steady myself as I feel the exquisite pressure building.

  “I’m going to come—” The rest is a groan as I pump into her mouth. I pull her head off me, but she holds my cock against her face, licking as cum flows in spasm after spasm and I watch her face, water pelting against her, as she drinks up my cum and sucks it into her mouth.

  “Oh my God. Joni.” I’m panting and I shudder with the last of the pleasure and pull her to her feet and into my arms, kissing her face everywhere. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” I mean it. I don’t care if it’s corny or if it makes me vulnerable. The emotion pours from me with the same force as my cum. It can’t be denied or stopped.

  I shut the water off and back her against the tiles, reaching down between her legs, finding the hub of her clit inside the hot creamy folds, swollen and ready.

  “You’re all lit up. You like giving head.” I watch her eyes, her face, wanting to see that ecstatic look when she orgasms and not caring how long it’ll take.

  “I want you inside me, Jack.”

  “I don’t have a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill. I trust you.” My heart roars out of control. I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom. It’s not something I do. But this is Joni. She’s different. My heart stutters and I know that’s a dangerous thought. But she’s in my arms and I want her. And she wants me just as much. I turn her around.

  “Let’s try it like this,” I say, my cock hardening against the crack of her ass.

  “What are you—?”

  “Don’t worry, princess.” I take my cock and squeeze then, bending my knees, I find her pussy and tease her pussy. She groans.

  “You’re going to have to be quiet. Do you think you can do that?” I slide my now erect cock inside her, closing my eyes and sucking in a breath of steamy air, steadying myself, wrapping my arm around her.

  “No, I don’t know.” Her voice trembles and I put a hand on her cheek and caress it.

  “That’s okay, I’ll cover your mouth so you can scream your heart out.” I thrust into her, pulling her hips back to meet me and she sucks in a breath as I hold mine. The sensation of raw pussy against my cock makes my heart stop for a beat, then hammer like wild. My cock is filling again and I slide out. My legs strain, but I don’t care if they fall off as I glide in and out of her, reveling in the hot wet feeling sucking me in. Holding her belly as her ass presses against me, my balls slap against her thighs, faster and f
aster. Her arms press against the tiles and she’s panting, making noises. I move my hand down from her belly to tease her clit. Still moving my hips in and out, still building, feeling the tension gather.

  “Jack.” Her voice is strangled and I cover her mouth with one hand as I flick her clit with the other and push into her, tilting my pelvis and moving hard in quick bursts, like a piston. I feel her mumble against my hand and realize she’s kissing my palm. The sensation and the idea of it sends a spiral spiking through me and I push and groan and she screams, muffled against my hand, my head falling against her hair. I kiss her and jerk as I come inside her again. The sensation of the warm creamy semen flowing and seeping down is a new and dangerous feeling.

  I take my hand away and bend my head to capture her mouth, then whisper in her ear. “That was the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You are incredible” I know I’m talking post-orgasm nonsense, but I mean every word I’m saying.

  “Every time it gets better and better. How is that possible?” She asks as if I might answer her, but I don’t have an answer.

  “It’s possible. I never thought so, but it is,” I say.

  There’s a bang on the door. “Jack. Finish whatever you’re doing.” It’s Tristan and I realize we’ve been in here a while. Fuck. She suddenly looks panicked and pink with embarrassment. I grab a towel and wrap her in it, wiping her down vigorously. Then I put my robe back on her and wrap the towel around me.

  “I’ll check and make sure he’s gone.” I open the door a crack. No one’s there. I knew Tristan would give us some space and we hurry back to my room.

  “I should get dressed and go,” she says, lifting a T-shirt from her backpack and pulling it on. A St. Paul University football shirt. With my number. My gut tumbles.

  “Don’t go. Not yet.” She’s drying her hair with a towel and I notice the thin gold bracelet, still on her wrist. “You never take that bracelet off, do you?” I pull her back down onto my mattress and she lands on me. I pull the blanket back over us and hold her against me, spooning. Something I’ve never done the next morning. I’ve only been with girls in their room—partly because of my lack of a decent bed. And partly to avoid this—the next morning and needing to have a girl leave. It’s easier when I’m the one leaving.

  Except today, I don’t want Joni to leave.

  She shakes her wrist. “It’s special to me.” I realize she’s talking about the bracelet and I’m curious and dread hearing about some other guy, but I have to ask.

  “Why?”

  She laughs. “No, it’s not a gift from a guy. It’s more special than that.” I’m relieved and intrigued.

  “Tell me.”

  “It was a Christmas gift from my friend Stacy. From Moreland High. Do you remember her?” Her voice holds banked emotion, tight and shaky.

  I nod. I remember everyone from that place whether I want to or not. She used to hang around with Stacy, but I never spoke to her friend.

  “What makes it so special?” There’s more to this story than a random Christmas gift from an old friend. She doesn’t answer at first and turns her head, blinking as if she’s about to shed tears. I push her chin to turn her head back to face me.

  “Tell me.”

  “Senior year, when I was away at Philips, I came home for Christmas break and we planned to meet two days before Christmas at the Burnt Timber Grill. Stacy was on her way when she got into a car accident …” She stops, her voice choked.

  “She died.” I finish for her, squeezing her close. She clears her throat.

  “You probably heard about it. It was so sad. Everyone in town went to the funeral.”

  I never knew. I’d already gone away to college. And didn’t look back.

  “I was gone.”

  “You never came back. Why didn’t you? There were lots of kids home from college. They all hung out at the Burnt Timber Tavern.”

  “That’s the last place I’d go back to.”

  “I don’t understand you.”

  “Stop trying.” I watch her kiss-swollen lips and her eyes, wondering if I really mean it.

  “Never,” she says and her eyes go dreamy and I know she’s remembering Lake Winnipesaukee. I don’t know how I know. Maybe it’s the fact that the T-shirt is the first thing she put on this morning. That and her mind-controlling smile.

  “Okay, I’ll tell you. But you still won’t understand.” I’m in the mood to push her, test her, punish her and maintain some kind of control over our relationship, over myself.

  “The guy that used to be the cook there, used to date my mom for a while. He was nicer than most. Grandpa let him stay over when he got too drunk.” I heave a sigh. So far Joni shows no signs of screeching in horror, but what did I expect? She already knows about my mom.

  “He didn’t like the fact that I was scrawny and filling up on mac and cheese one night. Before he left, he told me a kid like me ought to be eating meat to make the most of my size, to get strong. I was fourteen at the time and pretty big for my age, but you know that.” It was the summer of the Winnipesaukee incident. It’s the last thing I want to think about.

  “He left that night for the last time. Guess he got tired of Mom. But he tells me to come outside with him and says to me I should stop by the Burnt Timber where he works, that he’d see I got a good man-size meal.”

  “So then the restaurant should be a good memory,” she says, her wariness disappearing into a dazzling smile. Her face makes me forget for a second, but a glance at her T-shirt taunts me.

  “No. I told him I didn’t take handouts. There’s nothing more humiliating than taking a hand-out. But that’s not something you would know.” One of the many things she’ll never understand about me. I reach down and squeeze her thigh, seeking out our common ground, not wanting to lose it. Not yet.

  “No, but I know too much pride when I see it.” She looks adorably miffed and leans in to give me a kiss, but I stop her.

  “I’m not finished with the story. The reason I hate the Burnt Timber is because I did eventually go there. To the back door where no one would see me. And he gave me food, true to his word. He’d give me burgers, pulled pork. Whatever was left. I made sure I went there late so no one would see me. He’d look at me, shake his head, and fill up a takeout box and send me on my way.”

  “What made you change your mind?” She whispers the question as if she’s afraid to hear the answer, knowing it has to be something bad. Fuck. Maybe she does understand.

  Even though I know the sneer on my face is harsh, not meant for her, I don’t tame it.

  “I was working out in the weight room at the oval where the high school football team practices, and the training coach told me that I wasn’t lifting at the level I should be, that the other boys were catching up. He noticed I’d dropped some weight I couldn’t afford to lose.”

  “But you’re a quarterback, not one of those beefy guys—”

  “I was still a growing boy, according to Coach, and he yelled at me to eat more protein, gave me a list of things I should be eating, whey protein, meat, vegetables, not the kind of things that were stocked at home. Grandpa left the food shopping to Mom because he had trouble getting around by then. Mom left the shopping to me. I had no money.”

  “So you went to the back door of the Burnt Timber Tavern.” She strokes my back, feels too much. I try shaking her off, but she hugs me and I feel her weighty round breasts flatten against me with only the flimsy Winnipesaukee T-shirt between us. Her soft fluttery kisses cover my face and there’s no way I can stop my greedy hands, my needy brainless cock, from having her.

  There’s no team meeting today. No films. I’m supposed to study, read, write a paper.

  Supposed to work on earning some money.

  Instead, when Joni says she needs to work on her novel, that she’s almost finished, nothing else seems more important. I need to read it, like it’s her secret diary.

  “I want to read it.
”

  She laughs.

  “I’m serious.” She looks at me wary and shakes her head, pulling her knees up and hugging them, looking like she’s digging in her heels.

  “There’s no way you’re depriving me, princess. As your calc tutor, I’ve earned the privilege.”

  “What does calc have to do with it?” I can see her softening. She knows I won’t disrespect her work. She knows I’ll insist on reading it. It only takes another ten seconds of staring at her for her to relent without me saying a word.

  Chapter 14

  Joni

  Saturday or not, I can’t believe I stayed in bed with Jack until the afternoon. My nerves are on edge as we run up the stairs to my room, avoiding people by coming in the back door. I can’t believe I’m letting Jack read my manuscript. It’s so raw.

  What I really can’t believe is that he wants to read it, is dying to read it. My heart palpitates and the jitters make me trip on the top step. He catches me and holds onto me as we go in my room.

  “Are you sure about this? I know you have better things to do, like studying for an economics exam.” He closes the door behind him and locks it in answer. I know he has an exam because Dooley is in his class. But if he’s not worried, why should I be?

  “Hand it over, princess.” He puts out his hands and wiggles his fingers.

  “I don’t have a hard copy. You can read it on my iPad while I work on my computer. I have a paper to write.” I open the file on the iPad and give it to him. He lies on my bed, propping up his head with two pillows, and settles in. My heart pounds as I study his face.

  He looks exactly the same as the bully I knew in high school, but I can’t see him that way now. I see the vulnerable boy, the kid with nothing who scrapped and struggled to get somewhere. The kid with boundless confidence who hides his real self and I wonder if his confidence is real. With a quick pinch in my chest, I wonder if the bully is gone forever.