One of his fingers slid down between my inner labia and pushed inside of me slowly, even as his thumb continued to swirl and rub around my clit, sending crackling jolts of pleasure through my body. I cried out as one finger, and then two, slid inside of me, pushing past the resistance of my body, rubbing along my inner walls. Devon worked his fingers in and out of me steadily as I started to get wetter and wetter, gasping and panting as pleasure coursed through my nerves. Half-whimpering moans left my throat as Devon teased me, rubbing steadily against my clit and then moving his thumb away just when I was sure I was on the edge of orgasm and then starting to rub me again, while his fingers inside of me twisted and curled, barely missing my g-spot seemingly on purpose.
Over and over again, Devon brought me to the edge of climax, stroking and rubbing, working his fingers inside of me deeper and deeper, only to back off right when I was sure I was about to come. “Are you punishing me?” I asked him, panting and gasping the third or fourth time. Devon chuckled, kissing me eagerly on the lips.
“You have to be patient, baby,” Devon told me. “See if you can come before I can pull away from you.” I clenched my teeth, my muscles flexing around his fingers convulsively as Devon continued to tease me, stroking me inside and out. He began to work his fingers faster, wriggling them inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. My breath caught in my throat as my pleasure mounted, making it impossible to think about anything other than how much I wanted the relief of getting off. In a matter of moments, it seemed, the first spasm of pleasure crackled through me, and I cried out, my muscles clamping down on Devon’s fingers, my whole body tensing. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as I twisted and writhed, moaning out Devon’s name over and over again.
Devon’s fingers worked me until the spasms began to abate, aftershocks tingling their way up and down along my nerves as I sagged against his bed, panting and gasping. He kissed me lightly on the lips, withdrawing his fingers slowly, giving my clit a final, lingering stroke with his thumb as I shivered. He held me in his arms tightly, his lips brushing over my face everywhere, his hands trailing over me slowly, soothing me in the aftermath of my climax. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my hip—I knew I wanted more, I knew that I should be ripping his pants off right then, but for just a few sweet moments I was too full of bubbling sensation and crackling pleasure to do more than just tremble in his arms at how good I felt, grinning like an idiot.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes, the shakes starting to subside, and turned my smile up at Devon. “You are way more patient than I am,” I said, reaching down to run my fingers over the bulge in his jeans. Devon chuckled.
“Yeah, well, you can get off like, five times to just once for me. I can afford to be patient.” He kissed me, covering my body with his own, beginning to caress and tease me once more. Devon cupped my breasts, giving them a playful squeeze, rolling and twisting my nipples between his fingers to send jolts of pleasure through my body, seemingly straight to my pussy. I reached down along his body, trailing my hands over his chest and abdomen until I came to the fly of his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped him, pulling and tugging at the thick, tough material eagerly; I wanted more than anything to feel his cock rubbing against me, filling me up once more.
Devon wriggled free of his jeans, before pulling himself up to hook his fingers in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down over his hips, and for just a moment I feasted my eyes on his hard cock; I could see the gleam of precum at the tip, it was almost purple from how hard it was. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, wanted to stroke it with my hand. Instead, Devon covered my body with his own once more, kissing me, touching me everywhere, caressing and teasing me until I nearly forgot what I had wanted to do to him. He rocked his hips against mine, and I moaned against his mouth as his cock rubbed against my slick labia, brushing against my already sensitive clit. I pushed my hips down against his, getting more and more turned on by the moment as Devon teased me with the heat and hardness of his cock, both of us almost crazy with need in a matter of moments. He shifted against me, his hand slipping down between our bodies, and then I shivered as Devon thrust into me slowly, pushing past the resistance of my body inch by inch, filling me up.
It felt just as good as ever, his thick, hard heat rubbing up against my inner walls, pushing deeper and deeper inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, pushing my hips down to meet Devon’s thrusts while I moaned against his lips. Devon fell into a rhythm I couldn’t resist, starting out almost torturously slow and building up as we both became more and more turned on. My hands trailed all over Devon’s hard, muscled body, exploring the planes and ridges of his back, kneading and caressing as I twisted and writhed underneath him.
I tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of Devon inside of me, rubbing up against my g-spot with every other thrust. I wanted the feeling to go on forever—but Devon slipped a hand between our bodies, finding my clit with his fingertips. He stroked and rubbed me in counterpoint to his thrusts, sending tingling jolts of pleasure crackling through my nerves that made it impossible for me to control myself. I cried out in pleasure over and over again, my muscles flexing and relaxing in erratic spasms as I came closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel Devon’s cock twitching inside of me, his hips slapping against mine as we moved together, as jolts of sensation shot through me. I held back for only a few moments longer, struggling to keep myself on the edge without tumbling over.
I hit my second orgasm when I just couldn’t take it anymore, and only a few heartbeats afterward I felt the hot, sticky-slick gush of Devon hitting his climax right behind me as he thrust into me a few last hard, fast times, brushing against my g-spot with every movement of his hips, deepening my climax. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin, as if I was grabbing him for life itself, twisting my hips against his, gasping and panting as I trembled with the pleasure coursing through my body. Devon sagged against me, shifting down onto the bed with his arms draped around my body, both of us panting and gasping for breath. I curled up close to him, exhausted down to my bones but so happy I couldn’t imagine doing anything but dozing off—maybe waking up just long enough for another quickie—and going to sleep in his strong arms.
Chapter Seven
The next morning Devon somehow managed to wake up before me—for the first time since we had first hooked up. I woke up with the lingering tenderness between my hips, my whole body satisfied, a smile on my face as I felt Devon’s body pressed against mine underneath the blankets. “Ha,” Devon murmured, nuzzling against my neck. “I managed to wake up before you. No chance to slip away from me this time.” I giggled, turning over onto my back to look up at him.
“It was bound to happen eventually,” I said, pulling his face down closer to mine to kiss him hungrily. We’d finally managed to both fall asleep after two more orgasms, too exhausted to do more than turn off the lights and curl up together.
Devon pulled back from the kiss slightly. “I just realized something,” he said, slipping on top of me, sliding his arms up underneath my back. “You’re spending a lot of time here.” I raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve invited me every time; if it’s a problem with your frat brothers…” Devon shook his head, grinning slightly.
“Apart from having to keep things decent, no one cares how many girls stay here.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “I was just worried about the fact that you’re here so much and not in your dorm.” I shrugged.
“I like it here,” I said, thinking of Kelly. It wasn’t difficult to be more comfortable in the midst of Devon and his friends than it was to tiptoe around the dorm, trying to avoid my ex-friend.
“Sure no one’s worried about you? The last thing I need right now is for someone to say that in addition to cheating on my ACT, I have some poor innocent girl hostage.” I laughed.
“First of all, I’m making it to all of my classes,” I pointed out,
reaching up and running my fingers through Devon’s hair. “Secondly, I am neither poor nor innocent. And third, I just like being here with you. Sleeping in bed with you. Having so much sex I can’t even move anymore.” Devon laughed again.
“Making up for lost time?” He kissed me again. “As long as everything is okay, and you’re not going to get into trouble with anyone, do you want to just kind of stay here a few nights? You can obviously still go to class and everything, but come and go as you want. It’d make it easier to study.” I considered the idea and nodded.
“And it would also give us lots of chances to have sex,” I pointed out. Devon laughed, nuzzling against my neck and then giving me a long, passionate kiss.
“You have got a one-track mind, babe. Not that it bothers me.” He lifted himself off of me, and I wished that we could spend the whole morning making love; but I knew that even though it was still fairly early, I needed to start thinking about class. I couldn’t let Devon distract me from the bigger focus of why I was in school.
I watched Devon walk naked towards his dresser, enjoying the sight of his lean, muscled body moving around the room, the little curve at the small of his back, the dimples just above his toned ass, the bumps of his spine—all of it. He pulled a pair of pajama pants out and turned to face me, and I blushed as he realized I’d been staring at him. Devon laughed. “Get some clothes on, woman, and I’ll fix us both some breakfast. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be able to help myself—and I don’t want to be a bad influence on you.”
I climbed out of his bed, stretching, teasing him with my naked body just the way he’d teased me, and then went around the room gathering up my clothes. Devon watched me just as intently as I’d watched him, and I could tell from the slight bulge in his pants that he was just as interested as I’d been—but he just gave me a quick, lingering kiss before a playful shove towards his bedroom door.
I practically skipped down the stairs, barely aware of the fact that the rest of the frat house was sleeping, and hurried out of the front door, only too eager to get back to Devon. Even if we weren’t going to fool around again, I realized that I liked spending time with him just as a person; he was funny, charming, smart, all of the things that I had ever wanted in a boyfriend. So early in the morning, barely anyone was out and about on campus, but as I got closer to the dorms, I started to dread running into my friends, especially Kelly. I got into the dorm building as quietly as I could, cringing as the door closed heavily behind me.
I took the stairs up to my room instead of the elevator, trying to figure out whether or not Kelly would be awake yet. I knew it was early—but she could have gone out the night before or stayed in, she could be right in the common area of the room studying, ready for another confrontation with me. I didn’t want to risk it, so for a few moments I hovered at the door, trying to listen in. The TV wasn’t on—I could tell that much. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and plunged into the room, hurrying past the common area to my door. Another clink, clatter, clunk, and my door was unlocked. I didn’t have time to take a shower; and I didn’t really want to, in spite of the fact that I could still feel the slickness between my legs, soaking into my panties. I liked the faint scent of Devon clinging to my skin, my hair. I stripped out of my clothes quickly and changed into a new bra and panties, a jumper I liked with a tee shirt underneath it, and a pair of sneakers. Looking in the mirror, I decided that I looked cute enough for the guy I was falling for, without having to spend an hour at getting ready to see him.
Just as quickly, and struggling to be quiet, I gathered up a couple of changes of clothing, a pair of pajamas, a few bras and panties, and loaded them into a little suitcase that I had brought with me—my backpack was too full of books to be of use. I went into the shared bathroom and gathered up my face wash, my shampoo and conditioner, and my body wash; I figured that Devon would at least have a washcloth or something I could scrub myself with. He wasn’t a total male savage, after all. My makeup bag went in too, though I didn’t wear makeup all that often—I wanted to be ready in case he wanted to go out.
I left my room as quietly as I’d come in, taking the elevator down to the ground floor this time, relieved that Kelly had either not been awake or not in the dorm. I hurried back across campus, grinning to myself, wondering what Devon was making for breakfast for us both. It was strange to think that even a day before, I was utterly convinced that I wanted nothing at all to do with him ever again; it seemed that we were always on the verge of breaking up and then getting back together, and we had only been seeing each other for a week or two. But I was happy. I was absolutely happy to be with someone, and especially with Devon. Considering what we had already been through, I had to think that if Devon could pass the ACT, and do well enough to vindicate himself, that we could continue to be together.
When I got back to the frat house, there were a few guys already awake; I hesitated at the door but didn’t make myself knock—I would have felt too silly, considering I was now allowed to come and go just as I pleased, at least for the next several days. A few of the guys were seated around the TV, just like before, watching and joking about some morning news show while they ate cereal or pop tarts or whatever they had decided on for breakfast. I could smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen. “He said we can’t have any,” a guy whose name I thought was Jeremy said. “You need to teach your boy how to share with his brothers.” I chuckled.
“Well, I don’t want him sharing everything with his brothers,” I joked. “I’m a one-man woman, he ain’t sharing me.” The other guys in the room laughed as I walked through, headed to the kitchen.
Devon was still hard at work, but I could see he’d already brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and he had waffles cooking in a waffle iron, along with a whole bowl full of more batter, and sausage frying in a skillet on the stove. “Just in time,” Devon said, leaving the stove to kiss me hungrily. His hands wandered over me, slipping up underneath the skirt of my jumper, teasing me.
“I thought you wanted to have breakfast, not make love,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Devon nipped at my throat, nibbling lightly at my sensitive skin.
“I do want to have breakfast. But when you come up in here with that skirt on, well, it’s a little distracting, babe.” He pulled back, giving my hair a quick tousle. “And if you distract me anymore, the food is going to burn.”
He went back to the stove, turning the sausages and checking on the waffles. I poured myself a cup of coffee, adding milk and sugar and watching Devon hard at work making breakfast for us both. “One of your brothers told me I should teach you how to share,” I told him, grinning a little. Devon laughed again.
“There are some things that no man in his right man would share,” Devon told me, picking up his own cup of coffee and taking a long sip. “Food for his woman? No way.” He served up three hot waffles, loading them up with butter and adding a few links of sausage to the plate. “Eat up, Jenny.” I rolled my eyes.
“You keep calling me that, every time I tell you not to,” I said tartly, taking the plate and sitting down at the table. I waited for Devon to finish cooking, serving himself an even bigger pile of waffles and sausage. We both drowned our breakfasts in maple syrup, and as I cut into my waffles, I shook my head in amazement. “You know, I don’t think anyone would ever think you’re a good cook—it seems so unlikely.”
“I’ve had to learn, you know,” Devon pointed out, taking a bite of his food. “It’s important to know what I’m eating. Garbage in, garbage out.” I nodded.
“The same thing with education, by the way,” I raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. Devon grinned ruefully.
“Yeah, I get that now. No more garbage in my academic career.” We chatted about what we would do that day; Devon couldn’t do much on campus, since he was suspended, but he was planning to get some laundry done, get some studying done, and be productive. “Maybe I’ll get a workout in, if I can get into the gym
,” he told me.
“That sounds good. Sounds like a nice, relaxing day. I almost envy you.” Devon grabbed my empty plate and carried it to the sink, rinsing it along with his own.
“Hey, do you want to come with me to the game tonight?” I frowned.
“Game tonight? But you’re suspended.” Devon shrugged, smiling almost uncertainly.
“I can’t play, but I owe it to the team to be there, cheering them on. It’d be nice to be there with you at my side, watching with me. It’s been forever since I was in the audience.” I grinned. His choice gave me a whole new perspective on him; I would have assumed that he would want to be miles away from a game he couldn’t play.
“Sure, I’ll go with you,” I said, smiling more deeply. “I’ll buy us tickets when I get back to the campus.” Devon shook his head, dismissing the idea.
“I’m down, but I’m not out. I can still get one of the other guys on the team to set us aside some tickets.” He kissed me and gave my hand a quick squeeze. “You’ve probably got class, right? I’ll bring your suitcase up to my room, so it’s right where you need it.” Devon kissed me again. “And I will see you around, right?” I grinned.
“I’ll text you when I get to class.” He nodded, one hand slipping up under my skirt once more to caress my inner thigh.
“I’ll come and see you later. Now go to class, nerd.” He kissed my forehead and went back to cleaning up the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
All day it felt like I was walking on air; I was so happy, so satisfied with my life. I couldn’t wait to be with Devon again, and the thought of going with him to the game that evening was even better. I was certain that with a little more studying, he would be prepped to re-take the ACT, and that everything would work out for both of us. While I was in class, we texted back and forth, joking with each other and giving each other updates on our day. I barely even thought about my friends at all; what they would say—especially Kelly—or what they would do when they found out I was dating Devon Sealy.
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