The COMPLETE Coventon Campus Series: Books I, II, & III

by Wright, Kenya

  Today was different. When she moaned, my body drummed with anticipation and I wanted to be a part of whatever she was doing. I craved those sensations. I needed to feel what she felt, taste what she savored, and be filled by that same erotic yearning that ripped her so bad she had to scream out from the intensity of it all.

  “Jay.” Ecstasy lathered Evie’s whisper. “Oh, Jay.”

  Those two words were liquid. Hot and intoxicating. They moved through the air like a feather floating on a gentle breeze, never really lingering anywhere too long, but gently touching the whole space just the same.

  Swallowing unease, I tip-toed forward and peeked inside.

  Jay and Evie made love on the floor, the fragrance of their sex filling the air—a mixture of hard male and soft feminine beauty, chocolate brown skin slipping against pale flesh. Many crazy colored pillows lay under and around them. Sunlight and a soothing wind seeped through Pipe’s open balcony windows. The sheer copper curtains swayed back and forth and seemed to kind of move with the rhythm of Evie’s hums as she rode Jay, slowly sliding up and down on his stiff cock.

  Her back was to me. I couldn’t see his face, just her beautiful ass, his cock and huge hands as he gripped those cushiony mounds. His dick was wet with her, dripping. When she rose, I could see his drenched mushroomed tip for a second, before she guided herself back down and groaned. Fuck. God had blessed him with a nice size, but when Evie slipped up and down on his thick length, for some reason it looked bigger to me, and so soaked. A scorching heat gathered between my legs. I leaned further, panting short little breaths that couldn’t seem to keep up with my lungs. It was just so hot and lovely. The scene had me hyperventilating and I wanted more, if not to be with them, at least a better look.

  “I love you, baby,” Jay murmured back. The sound of kissing came next. I couldn’t see it, but I knew that’s what had to be happening since their faces were so close. “What would I do without you?”

  Are they back together?

  My skin burned up as the sound of Evie’s moans increased, yet my heart chilled to ice cold. I thought she wasn’t going to take him back. Unease began to take over the hunger inside of me. I couldn’t explain the reaction. Before when she and Jay made love in front of me, I simply studied their moist bodies as they writhed and rubbed against each other. No other feeling came. This time, odd emotions scattered my head—arousal at the sex that occurred just a few feet away, joy that they both were safe, hunger to be a part of their heated moment, and deep within all of those layers…jealousy.

  But why am I jealous and who am I jealous of?

  “You miss this pussy?” Evie wound her hips in a circular motion at an achingly slow pace. I knew Jay well enough to bet money that he loved it. His dick was probably on fire and close to spilling hot come inside of her.

  “God yes, Evie.”

  She wiggled those ass cheeks as she bounced on his cock. “How much?”

  Groaning like some wounded animal, he lifted her up, turned that sexy body around so that they faced me, and entered her from behind. “I miss your pussy so much that I’ll be following you around for the rest of your life, begging you to come back to me.”

  With this position, I could see all of them—the bliss on Evie as she contorted her expressions into the most sexually teasing love faces, Jay’s muscles flexing on his arms and chest as he worked her pussy with no restraint, and her breasts bobbing back and forth.

  Evie gripped the pillows in front of her hard and screamed, “Oh damn you, Jay. Damn you.”

  “Do you miss this dick?”

  “Fuck you,” she murmured between moans.

  “Oh no, baby.” He smacked her ass. “That’s not an answer.” He guided his hands around her body, grabbed both of her full breasts with his hands, and pinched those dark little nipples. “Do you miss this dick, Evie?”

  “Yes.” Rising, she leaned back into him as much as she could and closed her eyes. “Yes.”

  My nipples stiffened under my top. They pointed out underneath the fabric and almost pierced through the thread, hoping to be stroked and licked. I grabbed them like I always did, by myself, in the privacy of my room. Except in those naughty moments I imagined my uncle, so I never counted that as anything sexual. It was wrong and disgusting.

  But this is different.

  I circled my nipples through the soft fabric. They reacted by pushing up a little more, hardening with each push. I watched Jay squeeze and rub his fingers up and down over Evie’s erect points, and I mimicked his movements on my own body. Oh yes. God gifted women with breasts, two soft mounds with buttons that could make the whole body explode if pressed and played with the right way. Right now, my breasts were raising the stakes and stirring up my hormones. I yearned to detonate with Jay and Evie, come right there as I watched them come.

  “Harder, baby.”

  “Like this?”

  “Yes. Yes. Fuck yes.”

  He moved one hand away and slid it down to the center of her thighs, separated her damp folds, and toyed with the pink flesh within. “This is your dick, Evie. No one else gets it, but you.”

  Although Evie continued to move with him, her eyes popped open. “What?”

  “Your dick. All yours.” Jay fondled her breast and pussy some more as he thrust into her from behind. “No one gets this. No one but my Evie.”

  I could tell Evie had lost some of her arousal as she processed the words. Her face was a page with emotions written on every line. While Jay pledged his cock to her, she looked like she was close to coming, but very worried.

  Why worried? You have him like you want. Don’t you?

  “All yours if you ever want it again.” Jay licked her neck and nibbled at the center. “Do you?”

  “Not now. We can’t…talk about this now.”

  “Then later?”

  “Okay.” Groaning, Evie bit her lips and looked straight, right in my direction.

  Shit!

  Jay was too far gone in Evie, moving and tasting, stroking and devouring every part of her. However, his words had yanked Evie somewhat out of the moment and in those seconds of clearing her mind, she spotted me. I ducked back behind the door, but knew it was too late. If she’d seen my head, then she noticed my hands over my shirt. So stupid. What was I thinking? Her moans decreased to whispers.

  At least she didn’t stop him.

  I peeked again. Evie’s eyes met mine. She’d still been staring at the door. It was so weird, but beautiful to look at. I could tell she was probably taken aback but had no intention of stopping Jay. And why would she? How many times had I watched them make love, right in the same bed that I lay in? How many times had all three of us showered together while Jay licked and sucked between her legs? It shouldn’t have been crazy for me to watch, but it was because something had changed.

  We have. Evie and me.

  Our kiss shifted things. On the dance floor last night, she claimed the kiss had been nothing, that not only did she not like women, but I was only interested in someone saving me. Maybe she’d been right, or maybe she was completely wrong. When I thought back to those magical kisses in the car while the rain battered the earth around us, my body responded with warmth and my mouth craved more.

  What about you Evie? Do you crave more?

  I held her gaze, not caring if Jay happened to catch me watching or not. He was so close to coming. I could tell from his attention planted right on her ass as he moved in and out of her. All of his concentration centered there. He teetered on the edge, right at the point where another stroke or two would have him screaming and collapsing to the floor.

  Evie parted her lips. Her gaze traveled over my face, heating it up. I took a chance and licked my lips. She groaned so loud it vibrated through to my bones.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, Evie,” Jay moaned.

  I moved further out so that she could see me. It was so out of the ordinary for me, but I had to go with it. I just wanted to show myself to her, be a part of this moment, and
let her understand that not only was Jay an option, but maybe I was too. I didn’t quite have the hows or whys of what I could provide, but there was a place for me somewhere in her life.

  She moved with Jay’s rhythm. He kept his hands busy as he continued to work their magic on her flesh—teasing nipples, stroking her clit, and smacking her ass each time she moaned loud enough to seduce us both. But her eyes were all mine. They focused on me and drifted down to my breasts. I smiled.

  You want to see them?

  Evie licked her lips again and I took that as an answer. Lifting my shirt up, I revealed my white bra to her and freed my breasts. At this point my nipples ached to be touched, begged to be stroked.

  Okay. Let’s hope she doesn’t punch me.

  I walked over to Evie, step by step, fear rising in my core with each second. Disgust didn’t wash over Evie’s face like it used to when I entered their bed. This time, she appeared surprised and intrigued.

  Jay, however, looked up and appeared enraged. “Cyn? What are you doing?”

  “Helping out.”

  Oh my god. I sound like some sort of sex worker or something.

  He stopped thrusting inside of her. “I don’t need help.”

  “Oh. . .” I glanced at Evie who didn’t really seem like she knew what to do or how to react.

  “It’s okay,” Evie whispered.

  “What’s okay?” Jay asked.

  I dropped my shirt and ran my fingers through my hair. “Never mind. I can just wait until you are done then.”

  “No. That’s okay.” Evie moved out of a very shocked Jay’s hold. “This is … I don’t know. Let’s just stop for now.” She reached for a blanket and wrapped it around her.

  “Stop?” Jay frowned and glared at me.

  “Relax.” She rolled her eyes. “We’ve been at it all morning.”

  “Yeah, but neither one of us has come.”

  “I’ve come twice.” Laughing, she got up and dragged the blanket behind her. “I was close to hitting number three when Cynthia showed up.”

  “Where are you going?” Jay asked.

  “To take a shower.”

  “I’m coming.”

  “No, you’re not!”

  “Yes, I am.” He jumped away from the piles of pillows and raced after her. Screaming, she disappeared into a hallway. A door slammed. I headed over to where they were.

  Jay banged on the door. “Really?”

  “Really.” Her voice carried through the door. The sound of water came next. She must’ve turned on the shower.

  “Don’t I deserve to come?” he asked.

  “Yes. Totally. You were a beast in bed this morning.”

  “So?”

  “I’m not coming back out, Jay. You already tricked me into opening my legs this morning. You won’t get lucky anymore.”

  “Tricked?” He raised his hands in the air. “You were rubbing my dick. That’s how I woke up.”

  “It was hard.”

  “It’s the morning. That’s what happens to guys.”

  “Your dick was taunting me.”

  “In my sleep?”

  “Yes. You’re a Heisman Pimp. What else could I do? I’m only a little Heisman Whore after all.” She giggled. I held in my laughter, which was a good idea because when Jay turned around to put his back on the bathroom door, he scowled at me.

  “What?” I asked when he continued to wear that angry expression and target me with his eyes.

  “Nothing.” He stood up from the door and walked past me.

  “It doesn’t seem like nothing,” I said.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Are you?” I trailed behind him.

  He ran his fingers through his hair and crashed back down on the many sheets and pillows on the floor. I sat on the chair near him. “Are you mad at me?”

  “No,” he mumbled.

  “Yes, you are.”

  He kept his back to me. “I just don’t get what you were doing. I mean. I know we all used to be together, but we’re not anymore, so … you know what? Never mind. I’m just mad that Evie stopped and am blaming it on you.”

  “That’s fine,” I said. “I think she did stop because of me.”

  Sighing, he turned my way. “Yeah, but you know Evie has never been into you like that. She cares about you of course, but she’s not into girls.”

  For some reason, the urge to defend myself rode to the front of my mind. “I think she is.”

  “What?”

  “Into girls.”

  “She doesn’t like women,” he said.

  “It could be true, but maybe she likes me.”

  “No.” He shook his head.

  “When you had sex, she’d been watching me for a while before I came over.”

  “Excuse me.” He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean she’d been watching you for a while?”

  “I was over there by the door with my shirt up and—”

  “Why was your shirt up?” He scrunched his face in horror.

  “I … I wanted to show her my breasts.”

  He rubbed his forehead and let out another long breath. “Cyn, you can’t do that. She’s already freaked out about everything and losing herself to craziness. You can’t come on too strong anymore. It’s going to make her run away from us both.”

  I waved away his comment. “I don’t think so. Not in this case.”

  “I know her.”

  “I know her too.” I touched my chest.

  “We broke up.” He gave me an assertive look. “I need you to give me and Evie space. I know that’s fucked up to say. I’m not trying to be heartless or anything, but if Evie and I are making love, then I need you to turn around and just give us some privacy.”

  Anger bubbled up inside of me. “The door was open. If you wanted privacy you should have closed it.”

  “Pipe keeps it open, and that’s not the point.”

  As if summoned, Pipe strolled through the front door with a handful of bags. “Did someone ring?”

  I waved hello to him and directed my attention back to Jay. “I don’t see why I’m supposed to turn around and give you privacy now after everything we’ve been through.”

  “That’s the way things are now.” Jay covered himself with a pillow, got up with it guarding his cock, and headed over to help Pipe with the bags.

  I headed over there with him. “Well, I won’t back off unless Evie tells me to.”

  “Excuse me? Please, tell me you’re joking.” Jay got all of the bags and took them to the table, somehow still hiding his dick.

  “I’m not joking.” I placed my hands on my hips just like I’d seen Evie do many times. “She wanted me. Her eyes were all over my body. When I lifted my shirt, she licked her lips. If you hadn’t said anything, then she probably would’ve continued having sex, but with the both of us.”

  Pipe and Jay exchanged glances.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Pipe chuckled. “I mean, I leave for an hour while Evie and Jay are humping, which was awesome by the way. I forgot how hot you two look naked. Goodness. I almost took the both of you on a voyage into my dark world. In fact—”

  “No, thank you.” Jay held his hand up as if to block Pipe’s fantasy. “Our bed is crowded enough as it is.”

  “Whatever,” I said. That word was another lesson from Evie. Sometimes a person could be so disgusted all they could utter was that one perfect word. “What-fucking-ever, Jay.”

  Pipe quirked his eyebrows. “What is happening? I heard something about Evie being bi-curious and Jay being bi-furious about it. Is that right?”

  “Basically,” I muttered.

  “No, Cynthia thinks Evie likes her because they kissed.”

  Pipe had been picking up a big plastic container of green liquid. It crashed to the floor and bounced twice before rolling to the corner. Thankfully, it didn’t spill, burst, or open.

  “When did you kiss Evie?” Pipe asked.

  “When they ran off in your car th
e night and we were stranded at Cynthia’s house.” Jay went to get the bottle of green stuff. “They were both drunk and high. You know Evie kisses people when she’s messed up. That’s just how it is.”

  “Yeah, but Evie doesn’t kiss anybody she doesn’t want to kiss,” Pipe said. “That I know for a fact, and she doesn’t just kiss everybody. She has to know and love them first.”

  “She kisses you when she’s high,” Jay said.

  “Evie would kiss me if she was sober. The only reason why she doesn’t is because I’m the one that initiates the kisses, and I like to taste her when I’m blown.”

  “Taste her?” I smiled.

  “Evie’s my dirty little secret.”

  “Why?”

  “She’s probably the only woman alive who can get me hard. Not all the time, but every now and then I get some stiffness happening down there due to her.” Pipe made a fist. “So I taste her sometimes. What, Jay? Don’t look at me like that.”

  “You get hard with her? You never told me that.” Jay set the green juice on the table. “And what is this green mess in the bottle?”

  “Wheat grass. Fifteen shots of fresh wheat grass. I figured after all the drinking and smoking we did last night our bodies need to heal.” Pipe rushed off to the bar. “Wheat grass is so powerful. I drink some every day. You know, it fights tumors and rids your body of toxins. Insane!”

  “You get hard when you kiss her?” Jay kept the pillow in front of him.

  “Yeah, man. It’s no big deal.” Pipe brought over several plastic cups.

  “I would love a shot of wheat grass.” I took one. “What are some other benefits?”

  Pipe set all four of the cups down. “It increases your red blood-cell count and lowers blood pressure—”

  “Wait a minute.” Jay waved one of his hands. “When did you start getting hard with Evie?”