Beautiful Prince (Van der Borne University Book 1)

by Dakota Lee

  I need to stop this. I open my mouth to object. "Logan, oh god. O-,"

  His fingers have worked their way into my panties. They're inside me, turning and twisting before pulling out, only to push back inside again. I feel full and achy, needing more. My walls clench around his fingers. He slams them into me again and again, pushing me to the edge.

  "That's it baby, cum for me."

  My mouth freezes as wave after wave crashes into me. Over me. Through me. It's a ripple that starts at the top of my head and bottom of my feet simultaneously and converges in the middle. My body locks up so tight I fear I'll be stuck this way forever.

  Slowly my feet return to the ground. I’m barely cognizant of him getting me to my room, and telling me goodnight. I slip out of my clothes, hanging the dress back in the closet and putting my shoes in their box. Under the hot shower stream, I finally come out of my haze.

  What was I thinking, letting him touch me like that? Why did I let Logan McKay, who switches between helping me and helping his friends torment me, make me fall apart for him? Even now, under the spray, my body is humming, wanting something it's never had. Robbie and I haven’t been broken up for that long. Am I starved for attention or was I determined to prove his friends wrong about being frigid? I never cared about things like that before.

  I recall the dirty things Logan said to me at his studio. The feel of his hands on me, the smell of his skin, like soot and clay and mint, and I hear the sounds of that playlist in my head. The moans and cries and the raw need in the man's voice as he told his lover how good she made him feel.

  Logan was touching me, but he didn't seem to be overcome with need. If anything, he was pissed that I walked away from him. Hasn't he said it's the fight that he's attracted to?

  Will I ever be able to drive a man to the level of desire in that song? To make him so overcome that his voice is a strangled plea to be set free?

  I thought I knew who I was. I thought I knew what I wanted. But Logan McKay is forcing me to look outside the drab lines I've painted for myself.

  Logan and I need to set some ground rules. What happened at the studio and the other night when he followed me back to the dorms, can't happen again.

  He looks up from his phone and smiles. "Hey."

  I mumble a hello quickly followed by, "I'm glad you came to class early today."

  "Couldn't wait to see me, huh?"

  "Logan, the other night."

  "You looked beautiful."

  "Huh?"

  "At the restaurant in the dress, we picked out. You looked beautiful."

  "I didn't think you noticed."

  "I noticed everything, and I know things with Shauna got out of hand. She went too far."

  "Yes, and so did we."

  The muscle in is jaw ticks. "What do you mean?"

  "I thought I made it clear, that I only wanted to be friends. You can't touch me and kiss me like you did. Not again. Things between us have to remain completely platonic. I mean it."

  "Or what Jordy?"

  "Or I'm going to ask the teacher to assign me a new partner."

  "It's too late and we'll fail if we don't work together."

  "Then we'll fail, or have to work virtually, because I won't be around you again outside of class if you can't agree to this."

  He smirks at me. "Jordanna, do you think outside of class is the only time I'd be able to get you off? Because I can assure location is not an issue for me."

  I arch a brow, gathering my books to move to the back of the class. "Fine, Jordy. Fine. I took things too far. I shouldn't have gotten carried away. We both were drinking, and it was an intense situation. I. I'm sorry."

  "Just friends, Logan. No more touching me, or kissing me."

  The class begins to fill up and I move to the back, because I don't trust him to act like a human being around his friends.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  I'm bored within the first thirty minutes of the party we're at. It's all irritating as hell. The song selection, the bar options, and the company. But, I have nothing better to do, so here I am, doing something I hardly ever do. Drinking to forget about a woman. A woman who I know all these fucktards are plotting on. Shauna's little bidding war at Quinnlyn's party last weekend set off a chain reaction. The pot is up to a grand on who's going to be bold enough to show Jordanna their cock.

  They want her, and the only thing keeping them at bay is knowing that I've decided to claim that prize between her legs for myself. But that won't hold them off forever. Especially since they know she's trying to keep me in the friend zone.

  She looked sexy as hell when she came around my fingers and thinks her little reminder of us being friends or her threat to jeopardize our grade is enough to keep me from making her shatter for me again. It's not. But I've been giving her space to work through it.

  I finish my beer and motion for someone to bring me another. It's gonna be a long night.

  I bang on the door, waiting for someone to let me in. Somehow Jordanna's convinced Kassidy and the front desk to stop giving out their room key. Kassidy finally answers in her Smurf PJ's. "Thanks Kassidy. Where is she?"

  "Who?"

  I look suspiciously around the living area. "What took you so long to answer the door? You let her sneak somebody in here?"

  "Jordanna?" She scoffs. "Please, you know she would never do that, but tell me, why do you care?"

  I push the door open to Jordy's room and eye her bed, looking for the outline of someone curled up next to her. I'm satisfied that it's empty, but instead of leaving, I toe off my shoes, remove my shirt and crawl into bed beside her.

  I wake in the middle of the night, unsure of where I am. When I see her on her stomach next to me, I remember why I came here tonight.

  I was at that fucking party, drinking, and overheard one too many assholes talking about her. Boasting that as soon as I'm not looking, they'll take their shot. Good luck getting through me, fuckers.

  Jordy might not be ready to admit it yet, but her ass is mine. I grab her hip, pulling her against me. Pleased at the gasp she makes when our bodies connect. I plan to make that sound come out so many more times before I'm done with her.

  She tenses against me, and I draw a lazy pattern against her hip to calm her down. "Didn't mean to startle you."

  She sits up and I can tell her forehead is creased the way it always is when she looks at me. As if she's outlining my features before putting her brushes to canvas. When she looks at me that way, it unnerves me. As if she can see me beyond all the bullshit.

  "Why are you in my room, Logan?"

  "I'm tired. Go to sleep." I command, pushing her back against the pillow. I settle her against me, my hand shoved between the warmth of her thighs. My leg over hers to prevent her from moving away. Now I dare someone to come for a late night booty call.

  "Are you drunk?"

  "No, and even if I was, I'd still be able to fuck you sideways. Now go back to sleep before I do it."

  She tries to wiggle away. "I am not going-"

  I free myself from my pants, pressing my erection against her. "This is what your challenge is doing to me. I'm here in your bed, Jordy. Keep fucking talking. It just gets harder." I can't help myself. I rock against her again, cupping my hand around her sex.

  "Please, don't."

  "Don't what? Push you over the edge again?" My voice loses its sting and I'm genuinely curious when I ask her. "Why not? Didn't you like it?"

  "Yes, but, we can't. We agreed to keep this platonic. We're friends."

  "Friends?" I rasp. "How can you even think the word when we're this close? When I can feel the heat from your skin." She moves against my hand. She says no, but her body craves my touch. "You're already halfway there, aren't you?"

  I press harder on her clit and shift my shoulders, fisting myself, coating my length with my pre-cum. "I am too Jordy."

  "You are?" She gasps as I stroke her swollen nub.

  "Oh yeah. Turn around so you can see what you're
doing to me." She hesitates, then slowly shifts in bed, rolling over onto her side. She watches me as I run my hand up and down the length of my shaft.

  I don't make a habit of jerking off, I don't have to, because the shortest distance between me and an orgasm is straight through a pussy. But hers isn't a channel I can navigate just yet. Still, I need a release, and her watching me will do. She's got plenty of skin to coat.

  "Take over." I place my hand on top of hers, guiding it towards my shaft. The annoying blare of her phone startles her. She snatches her hand away, turning towards her nightstand to answer it.

  I lean up on my elbow, narrowing my eyes at the offending device. Who the fuck is calling her at this hour?

  "Robbie, it's late." She whispers into the receiver. "Yeah, I know, but I'm still not ready to talk about it." She sits up, sliding her legs over the edge of her bed. Her back to me, shutting me out. "No, I swear. I'm not seeing anyone."

  I control the urge to snatch the phone from her hand and letting Robbie know there's a man currently in her bed. Instead, I straighten my clothes and leave.

  She was clinging to me before he called, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against me. Now, she's trying to soothe his battered ego.

  If she has to pretend she doesn't want it, paint me into the role of someone forcing this need upon her, fine. I’ll play my part for a little while longer, but soon, she'll have no choice but to admit, that the aching need she feels will only be satisfied when I bury my cock in her virgin cunt.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Another night, another function. The artificial laughter and merriment around the room grates my nerves. This is a sham. The hand shaking, back patting, and air kisses are bullshit. I hate these types of social functions but I'm here, representing my father and McKay Media while he's away on a business trip. Lynette finishes her conversation with Kate Sheppard and rejoins me at our table.

  "So?"

  She picks up her drink and nods. "You were right. The happy couple is in therapy and it's not going well."

  "You didn't happen to catch a name, did you?"

  She slides her mini tape recorder from her purse. "Better than that, I have an address." I hold out my hand, but she keeps it out of reach. "Nah, ah, ah. It's gonna cost you."

  I bring Lynette with me to these types of events because she's beautiful, fun and articulate, and has a way of getting the best tidbits out of the guests. We've had this arrangement for three years, and I know that there's always a price to pay. Sometimes it's money. Sometimes, it's an exchange of information. Negotiating is always fun.

  "Okay. Name your price."

  The excitement I was feeling about this deal is tempered by Noel's appearance with his date. Jordanna.

  What the hell are they doing here, together? I put on my social air when they get closer, introducing Jordanna to Lynette, who Noel has met before. They move away quickly, my eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.

  He keeps Jordy close, his hand on her lower back, leaning in to listen to her talk. A perfect gentleman. A perfect date. It takes all my control not to walk over there and snatch her away. Doing so would cause a scene. Something I can't afford to do as my dad's proxy.

  I finally get her alone and immediately voice my displeasure about her showing up here with him. "What are you doing here with Noel?"

  "Not this again."

  "He's your TA, it's unprofessional to socialize outside of school."

  "Yet he shows up at the parties we're at, and it seems he knows the same people here that you do. I doubt this is his first time at an event like this."

  "Our parents run in a few of the same circles. We're expected to see each other. You're not."

  She glares at me. "Money. It always comes down to money with you people. You don't give a damn about why I'm here, you're just worried that I'm bringing down the monetary value of the folks in the room, because I'm not a trust fund brat. Typical, Logan."

  She storms off towards the hallway. Dammit. Why can't she sit still and have a conversation without running away? I catch her at the door, pulling her into the room on the left. "Don't touch me."

  "Listen, up Jordanna, because this is the last time I'm going to say this. Stop fucking running from me and stop accusing me of being so wrapped up in the almighty dollar that I can't see you for anyone other than the school's scholarship student."

  Her chin juts out, eyes flashing. "Well, that is how you see me, isn't it? Poor Jordanna. The school's pathetic charity case."

  I kiss her to shut her up. And keep kissing her, because I can't stop myself. We break apart, her eyes wide, lips swollen and trembling, and I kiss her again, going to battle with her tongue, demanding she give in to this thing between us. I slant my mouth over hers, deepening our kiss.

  She pushes against my chest, and I pull away, burying my nose in her hair, placing fluttering kisses along her neck. "You make me crazy, you know that?"

  "Stop, Logan."

  I step away. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes filled with desire, and for the life of me I can't figure out why she insists on making everything harder than it needs to be. She broke up with the boyfriend weeks ago and still acts like she owes him a commitment.

  Bella knew what she was doing when she gave me this bet. This woman's libido is harder to unlock than a cyber security expert's password. I'm not used to working this hard for pussy and would have quit trying by now, if the VP position wasn't at stake. And there's no way in hell I'm letting Noel capitalize on my hard work.

  "Jordanna, I know you want me. So tell me, why can't we be together?"

  "Logan, you promised, we'd be friends."

  "I can't just be your friend Jordy. Not when every time you touch me, I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin."

  I grab for her again, kissing her hard. She's shaking against me. Whimpering into my mouth. Her hands pull me close and I grip the hem of her dress, pushing it upward as I kneel in front of her kissing and nipping her thighs inhaling the scent of her. "Dammit Jordy. Your scent is intoxicating."

  "Logan, what. What are you doing?"

  "A taste. Please. Baby. Just a small taste."

  I lick her through the delicate lace of her panties, seeking her hidden bud. My tongue locates it and I suck it into my mouth.

  "Oh god." Her ragged groan encourages me to continue. I move her panties to the side, running my tongue against her slit. Kissing along her folds. Sucking her essence into my mouth. My lips, teeth and tongue tease. My fingers impale her and soon she's riding my fingers the way I dream about her riding my cock.

  "Are you feeling friendly towards me now, Jordanna? Or are you thinking about how good this feels. About what it would be like to have me inside you?"

  She bites down on her lips to keep her secrets from escaping, and I return my attention to the fire I'm stoking within her.

  "Your virginity is safe tonight. But I'm still going to own your pleasure."

  I bring her to the brink and back off. Over and over again. I hear the broken sobs and disjointed cries and still I refuse to let her release.

  "Please." She begs. "Logan, please."

  "Please what Jordanna? Please have mercy on you?" I reach up to pinch her nipple, giving it a hard twist. "Please don't make you so delirious with pleasure that you can't think straight?" I nibble on her earlobe. "Or please don't make you admit to yourself that you want me to fuck you up against this wall and that the only reason you're saying no is because you fear what it would mean, for your good girl image, to want me like this?"

  "I'm not scared."

  "Liar." I hiss.

  I look up at her as I bring her to the edge again. "Beg me Jordy."

  "No."

  I stand to my feet, slowing the movement of my fingers. "Beg me to let you cum or I'm sending you back to Noel like this. Back to all those people you're trying to impress. How articulate do you think you’ll be walking around so aroused that even the slightest touch might make you cum?"

  She's struggling
to move air in and out of her lungs. "I'll leave you like this and I'll go home with my date and find satisfaction. Filling her with my cock." I pump my fingers in and out. "Beg me Jordy."

  "No.”

  I release her body and push away, straightening my clothes. She's stubborn and proud, and I wanna shove my cock in her mouth for telling me no. To see if she can get the word out around me stuffing her throat. "Wrong answer."

  Logan made good on his threats. He left me there, a panting, wet mess, and went home with his date before the night was even over. He hasn't spoken more than two words to me since. I made it through the rest of the mixer without making a fool of myself, and took a nice long shower when I got back to the dorms, to get my body under control, and yet; I still managed to wake up with my sheets twisted around my waist and my hand between my legs.

  I take a seat in the back of the class, putting space between Logan and myself. Turns out I didn't need to go through so much trouble. When he steps through the door, he has a girl on each arm and his usual entourage bringing up the rear.

  I seethe when he lets them take the empty seats next to him and fight the urge to snatch them by their hair, when they kiss him on his cheeks. Mostly I'm mad at myself that I almost fell for his lies.

  Obviously, the taste of me wasn't all that overwhelming after all. He's clearly on to the next ones. Good. Now I can go back to focusing on my studies without having to entertain his silly attraction to me.

  I get to art class early and take my time setting up my brushes. The model is already here. I offer her a small smile. She smiles back and I drift closer, pushing my nervousness aside to ask her a question. The robe she's wearing slips, my gaze falls to her shoulder. I can see the indentation of her clavicle and the curve of her neck better. I offer an apology when she catches me staring.