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

by Wright, Kenya

  “You’re not done?”

  “I wasn’t doing anything.”

  His voice shifted to a lower tone. “Let me come and see.”

  Don’t you dare try to sound sexy. You’re just trying to find out about the damn painting.

  “I’m not coming out today,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Kush wiggled the knob. “Then I’m coming in. You have five minutes to either get dressed or stay right there on that bed, doing whatever you’re doing. I’m hoping for the latter.”

  “I’m not interested.”

  “The walls are thin.”

  “See you tomorrow.”

  Metal clanked together from outside the door.

  What is he doing now?

  “Do you hear that?” he asked.

  “Yes. It’s annoying. What’s all that ringing?”

  “Those are keys, my angel. I own the studios on this property. All ten. Sure, you signed your lease with Wendi, but she’s only the landlord. I’m the owner.”

  Well, at least I know why he’s sitting in the one next door, instead of up in some luxury hotel. It must be his little painting retreat for him.

  He groaned my name. “Pipe?”

  “Stop that.”

  “Why, my angel?”

  “Because we both know why you’re outside of my door.”

  “You mean the painting?” He laughed. “I’ll get that later.”

  “Go away.”

  Kush’s voice slipped through the air like pure silk. “I’m outside your door because I heard you moan next door and got erect as well as very angry.”

  Hunger roared inside of my body. I lay on my stomach, pressed my hardness against the bed, and clutched the pillows.

  Kush continued with need dotting each word. “I’m outside of your door because I heard the bed banging against the wall and wanted to make sure no one else had you in their hands before I got you in mine.”

  Stop. Fuck. Come in here.

  “I’m outside of your door because I want to fuck you,” he said.

  Damn. His voice. He missed his calling as a singer.

  I moaned loud and knew he had to hear it. Those keys clanked again, and I throbbed all over.

  “I’m outside of the door because I wanted to fuck you last night, but you fell asleep.” Noise sounded from the door—metal sliding into a doorknob. Something clicked. “I’m outside of your door because I planned to fuck you hard right next to Saka this morning.”

  I rubbed my cock against the bed and forced myself to stop when the numbing pleasure became too much.

  The door screeched open.

  I got to stop this. I know this won’t be good for me. I’m not ready, but . . .

  His voice sounded closer. “If you tell me to leave, I will.”

  He was in my room. My body stiffened. The door banged close.

  “Do you want me to leave?” he whispered.

  I closed my eyes.

  “Pipe, should I leave, my angel?”

  I can’t fuck him. This wouldn’t be smart. I barely know him. I have to change. I can’t just meet people and hook up with them anymore. And why would he want me like this?

  “Pipe?”

  I gritted my teeth.

  “I’m going to leave.”

  A low sigh left me. “No.”

  “No?” Kush asked.

  “Stay.”

  “Stay?” he whispered.

  “Yes.” I licked my lips. “Stay.”

  The bed shifted under me.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this.

  Soft fingers slid up both of my legs, delivering electric shocks to each one. He slid his hands up the back of my thighs. Muscle flexed under them. When he got to my buttocks, I let out the breath that I’d held inside.

  He clutched it hard in his hands and groaned, “Never sit in here by yourself like this.” He massaged heat into my skin. “Always call me. You should never be alone.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because you’re special.”

  “You have no idea who I am.”

  “You’re Pipe.” He landed a line of kisses on my spine. “You’re my angel.”

  The bed moved some more. His breath feathered down my skin.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

  I forced myself to believe him, gripping the sheets. “Tell me more.”

  “You deserve to be loved.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek a little as my body rushed awake with life for the first time all week.

  “You’re more amazing than you’ll ever understand.” He nibbled along my back. I jerked with each greeting of teeth on skin.

  “Why are you saying all of this?” I was scared to hear the answer but ready for the truth. Fear was getting old. At some point, I would have to deal with reality and stand strong.

  “I’m being honest with you.” He dragged his soft fingertips down my sides. “I’m lucky to have stumbled onto you right as you start your metamorphoses. You’re going to be a butterfly.”

  “And what am I now, the caterpillar?”

  “You’re becoming one,” he whispered. “I don’t know what happened, but the moment whoever hurt you did it, that was the beginning. That was the egg. When this person hurt you, they cracked the egg.”

  “You have the most peculiar dirty talk I’ve heard. Should I keep rubbing my dick against this bed or start taking notes for a biology exam?”

  Kush chuckled. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, feel free to continue as I get soft.”

  “How about I explain as you get hard?”

  “We could try?”

  “There’s four stages of life in a butterfly’s complete metamorphosis: egg, larva, pupa, and adult.” He rubbed the inside of my buttocks, and I couldn’t help but cry a little in pleasure.

  “Which stage does the butterfly get fucked in?”

  He cupped my balls and toyed with the sensitive seam. “Every damn one.”

  “Mmmm. Tell me more.”

  “Each stage has a specific goal.”

  “Caterpillars eat a lot. I remember that.”

  “You were walking around inside of an egg for a long time in your life.”

  “I doubt that.”

  He clutched my balls with a firmer grip. I tensed but in need, not fear. It had been a long time that I shared a bed with a man, and he cared enough to talk to me, cared enough to be gentle.

  “When this monster, whoever he or she is, when that sick maniac did this to you, your egg hatched.”

  I swallowed down the memory of Malcolm before he could ruin the moment.

  “You ask me if you’re a caterpillar,” Kush said. “Maybe. I’m not sure yet. Maybe you just want to sit in this studio and rot.”

  “Now we’re talking hot and dirty.” I tried to move his hand away and get up.

  He slid his fingers between my buttocks and traced tiny, lovely circles inside. “Please, don’t be mad, my angel.”

  “Please, don’t stop touching me there.”

  “I won’t.” The bed shifted as he decorated my ass with feathery kisses. My cock almost dug a hole into the mattress as I rubbed against the cotton sheets.

  “No, I change my answer. You’re a caterpillar. Damn, look at how you move those hips.”

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  I grunted. “Do you want this inside of you?”

  “Since the moment I saw you,” he whispered back. “Eat from me.”

  “Yes!” And then I thought about what he said. “Wait a minute. Eat from you?”

  “Caterpillars need to eat. They start off small and then grow and expand. Their body stretches and sheds.”

  “Really? We’re back on the caterpillars. Why are we not on my cock?”

  “Eat from me. Let me take care of you.”

  “You and your metaphors.”

  “Be my muse. Grow into that butterfly.”

  “Is this about the painti
ng?”

  “No, this is about me wanting you any way I can have you. I want you for a very long time.”

  The bed moved under me. A zipper sounded. A small bump came from the dresser. He must’ve been picking up the lotion. Evie’s scent swarmed around me stronger.

  “This smells good.” One hand only remained on my ass, touching, caressing, and massaging. “Have you ever been taken from behind?”

  “No.” Opening my eyes, I rolled onto my back. Kush had to slowly move out of the way, but the view of him damn near gave me a heart attack. I thought I heard hunger in his voice, but now it blazed like gold flames in his green eyes. His aura sparkled green and gold.

  More important, I had guessed he had a big dick. I was wrong. It was huge. It was a journey for him to stroke it. Those long brown dreadlocks draped his bare, muscled chest. He had a nice body full of curves and more definition that I’d thought. Lust pooled in that green gaze.

  He stared at me with no humor on his face. “Let me take care of you.”

  “I don’t need to be taken care of.”

  “Are you always this stubborn?”

  “I’m rich.”

  “Not rich in love.”

  “I have friends.”

  “Where are they in this time of need?”

  “I need time.”

  He bit his lip. “No, you need this dick.”

  “No, sweetie. You need this dick.” I watched with lazy lust-filled admiration. “Turn around.”

  He paused from stroking it and tossed me a wicked smile. “Yeah?”

  I glanced down at his cock. “Yes, but don’t stop touching that beautiful monster in your hands.”

  He continued to clutch that bottom lip with his teeth and did as he was told.

  I’m not a caterpillar and I don’t need anyone to take care of me.

  Relieved, I got behind him. If I was going to do this, I had to be in charge. I wouldn’t let another person tie or bind me. No one else could ever top me again. Never touch me from behind or catch me with my eyes closed or hold me in complete darkness.

  I had to be in control.

  My fingers shook as I parted his firm behind and rubbed the tip of my cock against that bud in between. The sound of his stroking, served as our music, and my motivation.

  “How many men have you been with?” I pushed a tiny bit into him and pulled back.

  He trembled against me. “You’ll be my first.”

  “No. You’ve felt this before.” I pushed a tiny bit more into him.

  “I’ve never had a man back there.”

  “Women?” I asked.

  “Yes. I’ve been pegged by a few.”

  “Saka?”

  “She got me in the ass with a big strap on.”

  “Interesting.” I caressed him some more.

  “Fuck me,” he moaned.

  Maddening throbbing boomed in every cell. I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer, but part of my sexual high came from words. The delicate dance between voice and movement, scent and slickened texture.

  “Go deeper, my angel.”

  I pushed in a little more, almost three inches inside of him. Not being able to stop myself, I held his hips. “Beg for this dick.”

  With no hesitation he whispered, “Please.”

  I pushed in a little more. Flesh hugged my cock. Warm and slippery. I could come all over him in seconds if I didn’t pace myself. The need was that strong, and he felt so good on me. And somewhere hidden in the shadows of the room, I imagined Evie standing there, watching us, being turned on by both.

  What’s going on with me? Why is she coming up in my head?

  “Please, mi ángel.” Kush pushed back onto my cock, forcing me to go deeper another two inches.

  “Oh, you just can’t wait.” I entered him all the way, pushing deep into him and yanking out a loud and delirious groan from his mouth.

  I drummed into him. Rocked at a rhythm, my hips bucking to a beat that played in my head and balanced out with the continuous moans soaring from Kush’s mouth. Barely able to stay on his knees, he took it like a pro, stroking his cock in front of him and whispering mi ángel over and over again. Maybe it was due to his rapid jacking, but Rose Passion continued to rise in the air.

  It was all I could breathe into my lungs, and with each inhale, Evie’s image nude and soft appeared in my mind. She stood in front of us, watching and toying with her nipples.

  “Oh, mi ángel. Fuck me hard.”

  “Tell me that in Spanish.” I slapped his ass and sped up the pace.

  “Cogerme duro!”

  Deliberately slowing to a mind-numbing pace, I moved my hand in front of his body, right around to his cock. I gently took his hand out of the way and stroked that hard length as I fucked him from behind.

  “Oh God!” he screamed. “I’m so close.”

  Music came on next door. All that time, I’d forgotten about Saka.

  She had to have heard us. Was that why she turned on the music? Fuck it. Who cares? I need this.

  He leaned into me, rested the back of his head against my shoulder, and just took it—my cock pounding in his ass, my hand stroking his bulging length.

  “That’s right.” I nibbled at his ear. “Take it like a good boy.”

  “Oh, I’ll be so good to you.”

  “Keep it up and I’ll sit down and let you bounce your ass on my cock, see how in shape you are.”

  “Please. Please.”

  Something about the way he begged made me stroke him faster. He shuddered against me some more and thrust his own hips into my hands. I shoved harder into him, touching that spot inside of him that made all men explode.

  Barely able to hang on, I lifted my head over his shoulder and gazed down out his cock. “Come for me, Kush.”

  And he did, like a good boy. It gushed out of him. Thick and white and spilling all over my hands.

  “Ah, Kush!” I exploded inside of him. His enclosed flesh was a slippery tunnel full of me. When I came, it was always strong and squirting out gallons. They called me pipe because I burst like one, white and hot and all over the fucking place.

  “Fuck yeah!” Kush roared.

  “Oh yeah?” I don’t know what got over me, but I pulled out of him. “Come over here and lick it up.”

  He did, hurrying to turn around and lay down on his back.

  I backed up to give him room. “Oh, you’re so nasty. Come here.”

  He lay his head down on the bed right in front of me, and I climbed over him, glossy balls and cock sliding over his face and me smearing come into his skin. I busted some more. Small spurts at the tip, getting all over that lovely mouth of his.

  “I’m going to make you a very dirty man.”

  Kush licked his lips, his green eyes gazing up at me. “And I’m going to make you the most famous angel in the world.”

  Thirty minutes later, after both of us showered in my bathroom and then lay back down in the bed, he did something strange. He held me in his arms. “Are you hungry?”

  “No.” I stirred against him. Part of me enjoyed his touch. The other part, I didn’t know. That other side of me wasn’t sure.

  “I’m hungry,” he said.

  “I have nothing in here.”

  “Of course not. I’m not fucking you for your cooking skills.”

  Sighing, I climbed out of his hold. “We probably shouldn’t do that again. That was just something to stomp out the horny flames. Thank you, but—”

  “But we won’t be getting married?”

  “I don’t think I ever would.”

  “Too bad. Laws are starting to look good for us.”

  “Us?” I quirked my eyebrows. “I thought you weren’t one particular category, that you liked what you liked.”

  “I’m a freak, but I’m also supportive of all people gaining equality under the law.”

  At my nightstand, I pulled the drawer out and picked up my wooden box carved with Bob Marley on the front. “You want to smoke?”<
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  “Sure. Tell me something. Who’s Evie?”

  I frowned. “What?”

  “Who’s Evie?”

  “Why?”

  “You were moaning her name over here before I came. I heard it through the wall.”

  “I told you about Evie. She’s my best friend.”

  “Did you ever have sex with her?”

  “Never. Just lots of kissing and touching. Nothing more. That’s not us.”

  “Why not?”

  “She’s my best friend. I’m bad with sex and relationships. Nothing ever lasts more than a year. I wouldn’t take it there with her, and then lose her.” I climbed out of bed, grabbed my boxer briefs, and put them on. “I thought you were hungry?”

  “I would rather you stay naked.”

  “You’re not going to leave me alone anytime soon today, are you?”

  “Our day is just beginning.” He lay back in bed and put his hands behind the back of his head. The muscles in his arm flexed with the movement. He looked so delicious in my bed. Too fucking delicious. I could go another round if he begged.

  No. I have to be more careful now before I don’t have anything else left. Before I end up back in the hospital.

  Kush got up from the bed and grabbed his jeans. “Okay. I’m going to get us some food. There’s this bar on First Street that sells the best fish tacos in Miami. Save me a blunt.”

  “No blunts today. I’m making white boys.”

  “Naw man. You smoke them white boys? I don’t like tobacco leaves mixed with my marijuana.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Fine. One stuffed and pure marijuana blunt coming up.”

  He climbed into those jeans, picked up his shirt, and laughed as he walked to the door. “Oh God. I meant to tell you something funny.”

  “What?” I smiled.

  “You know that football player you like. The one you were drooling over at the bar? I think Jason Taylor was his name.”

  My body tensed. “Jay?”

  “Yes, first name basis.” He chuckled. “That crazy guy is back in the news.”

  I dropped the wooden box. “What?”

  Kush’s fun expression shifted to neutral.

  “What happened?” I rose from the chair.

  “Damn, you’re a serious fan.”

  “I know him very well. He’s okay?”

  Kush leaned his head to the side. “You know him very well?”

  “Just as a friend.”

  “How good of a friend?”