Hitman on Campus, page 15
“How do you know that?” She looks at me incredulously.
“Maybe I did prepare for tonight after all…in my own way.” I grin at her, and her face flushes again.
There’s a long pause, and my hands resume their wandering unhindered before she finally takes a deep breath.
“Okay then.” She swallows as she says it, and I can hardly believe she’s actually agreed.
Who would’ve thought Sullivan’s innocent daughter could be convinced to disappear into the trees for sex?
Fuck. No. Not Sullivan’s daughter. Alana. Don’t you dare start thinking of that.
“You’re beautiful, girl.” I mutter, unable to help myself. “So fucking perfect.”
It’s a stupid comment, but moments like this just make everything swell within me, and I can’t contain it. I tilt her head and kiss her - long and deep - before wrapping my arms around her and standing in one smooth motion.
I take us off to the side and out of the way, then wrap a hand around her waist and walk us down and away from the open-air cinema.
“I can walk myself, you know.” Alana is breathless and excited beside me, and it stirs my blood too.
“I know. But it’s dark, and I don’t want losing your footing and falling.” I say.
“Before you get to fuck me, you mean?” She comments.
“Well, at all. But especially before I get to fuck you.” I squeeze her closer, inhaling the scent of her hair and increasing the pace just a little.
I can’t wait to have this woman under me. Again. It seems to be the only thing that lets me forget everything else.
It’s a short walk down to the trees I’d mentioned, and when we step into their cover, the noise and lights behind fade and it’s just us, the stars and the flickering shadows around us. Alana gives a breathy laugh, glancing around us.
“It’s pretty dark in here, huh? Feels like we’re the only people around.” She says in a hushed voice.
I shoot her a grin, “Let’s hope we’re the only ones around.”
Even in the dark I can feel her flush, excitement and nerves obvious. Strangely enough, being here is having the opposite effect on me. Sure, I’m hot for her, and turned on like fuck to be out here - but as we get away from lights and noise and people, I’m starting to relax.
That might be where I usually thrive - places I can be anonymous, disappear and use all of that to my advantage, but I’m realizing for the first time that having someone to protect is flipping that on its head. It’ll be impossible for anyone to sneak up on us out here, giving me some perfect time alone with Alana.
After a few minutes of walking, we finally get to the place I’m heading for - and the trees break apart for a small clearing, the branches overhead sparse enough that light rays of moonlight reach the ground. I tilt my head at her and smile as that reveals a couple of blankets with brass lanterns framing the setting - better than fairy lights any day - and a couple of petals scattered around.
I can’t take all the credit for that - I passed a few nicely manicured gardens on the way in here and couldn’t resist, but still, I thought it was a nice gesture. Since when I’ve started making nice gestures, I have no idea, but I seem to be all-in on playing out this little college romance fantasy now.
Alana stops still beside me, glancing between the nice setting and me with an honest look of disbelief and confusion. I can’t exactly blame her for that, but it’s starting to make me uncomfortable. This was probably a bad idea.
Then her hand comes up to her mouth and she laughs, a beautiful silvery sound, before shaking her head. “Wow, Caleb…maybe Lily was right.”
That breaks my brief moment of tension, and I cock my head at her. “Right about what?”
“That time you offered to take me for a run - she said we’d probably end up somewhere super romantic and nice.” She says lightly, taking my arm and leading me over to the blankets.
I vaguely remember the conversation we had at dinner, and feel a little stab of guilt - that really had just been because I wanted to go for a run. Fuck it, I still do. Getting back up to proper fitness is going to kill me after this stint.
“Yeah, well, I think I was mostly interested in the run there, babe.” I admit.
“Hah! I knew it! Thank god I said no.” She exclaims, flopping down on the blankets. “Hey, ow!”
I laugh as she rubs her ass, “It is still hard ground under there, hun.”
“Maybe this isn’t as nice as I thought it was…” She wrinkles her nose, and I lie down beside her before she can object further, bringing her down with me and tangling our bodies together, side-by-side.
“I’ll distract you then, hmm?” I murmur, running my hand through her hair and kissing her until she sighs and relaxes into me.
The kiss expands from there, and my leg moves between her thighs, making her gasp as I nip at her lips and meet her tongue with my own. Her arms wrap around me and I’m lost in the perfect scent and feel of her body against mine.
“Fuck, Alana…” I mutter, unable to help myself. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I feel the shiver under me, and bring her even closer even though I know she isn’t cold.
“God, Caleb.” She looks up, and then around at the trees again, “Are we really doing this? Here?”
I smile, my hand gliding down her body and slipping under her top as I lean forward.
“Ohh, I think you like it.” My mouth kisses along her chin, up the delicate bones of her face until it’s pressed against her ear, my breath warm. “Knowing there are people only a few minutes’ walk away. That anyone could be passing outside this little copse of woods. Knowing you’ll have to muffle your cries, that we’ll have to be quiet…”
My hand slips under her jeans and into her panties to let me slide a couple of fingers into her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.” I murmur.
I knew she was into it, but still…feeling it is beautiful.
She squirms against me as I grin down at her, a sensual light in her eyes as I take my hand away and slowly suck my fingers into my mouth. She moans lightly as she watches me, her pussy wriggling against my thigh and driving me crazy.
“You taste fucking incredible, girl.” My voice has gone husky and deep, and I know I’m not going to be able to keep this slow, seductive pace up for long. “Do you think you can be quiet for me?”
I shift over her, pressing her down underneath me and pushing her jeans and panties down, and it’s like all the air leaves her body as she opens up to accept me, spreading her legs wide and biting her lip.
“I…I don’t know.” Alana’s face is flushed and her breathing is already coming quickly - eyes darting around, and then losing herself in me.
My mouth curves up into a smile as I slip the button on my pants and let my aching cock rise into place at her entrance.
“I’ll help you with that, then.” I murmur, then slip a couple of fingers into her, stretching and playing lightly, feeling her juices slide over my hand.
Her breath catches in her throat and she bucks against me - already desperate, already wanting it.
“Caleb…” It’s a broken, unsure, and heated word. And I can’t get enough of it.
I finally withdraw my fingers and then move them up to her face, leaning down to kiss her.
“Here, these will muffle the sound.” I give her a slow smile, and watch as her eyes fasten eagerly on them, sucking my fingers into her mouth and swallowing around them. I watch the way her throat works hungrily, my mind flashing back to picturing her mouth on my cock, the passionate way her eyes close in bliss, just like…fuck, yes, just like now.
That’s enough for my desire to throb hard through me, and I only give her a moment before thrusting forward, entering her tight pussy and feeling it squeeze around me.
Oh fuck yes.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt a girl as good as Alana.
I start hard and fast, not giving her time to recover and watching as her eyes widen, her body tensing with need and sudden pleasure. I’m doing my best to keep quiet myself, but even I can’t help grunting at the way she feels, bringing my head down to her neck so she can feel my own passion.
I catch the barest sounds that escape from where she’s still sucking hard on my fingers, muffled moans and gasps and cries that have my cock pounding hard and my blood searing with fire.
“Fuck, Alana…” I kiss and bite at her neck to stop myself from saying more, feeling the way she shudders under me.
Her hands come around my shoulders and her nails bite into me as I hold her steady on the ground and thrust into her again and again. I can’t keep this up much longer - it’s too much, too hot. Being out here at night, under the stars with my good college girl, where anyone could hear us.
Alana’s breathing is fast and frenzied beneath me, her hips rising up to meet every thrust and her pussy clenching down on my cock. I can feel the way her heart rate is racing, her need matching my own and her pupils dilated with passion.
I bring my other hand around and take her nipple in my fingers, squeezing and pulling and rolling it between them in the way she can’t resist - and that’s all it takes.
Her head flies back and she brings her hands up to cover the fingers still inside her mouth as she screams wordlessly. I can feel it vibrate against my hand and…fuck…I can’t take it any more.
I thrust hard into her as her pussy clamps down on my cock, welcoming it in, locking it there and making me feel fucking amazing.
That need shoots through my body and straight out of me, everything within me releasing as I clutch onto her, my mouth replacing my fingers to meet hers and taste our mutual passion. I explode within her as I thrust again and again, holding her close as aftershocks ripple through her and she tries to curse against my mouth, the pleasure overwhelming every other instinct.
When I’m finally done, I pull out of her and roll over to my side, bringing her with me and nestling her head against my chest.
She lets out one last shuddering breath and then curls into me, one hand running down my chest as she gets comfortable. I wrap one of the blankets around us, even though we’re still mostly clothed, and prop my head on an elbow, looking up at the glimpses of moon through the trees.
“It’s beautiful here.” Alana echoes the thought in my mind.
“You’re beautiful here.” I tuck a stray hair back from her eyes and smile down at her, but it feels a little different from my usual charm.
She laughs and I look down at her - my eyes tracing her soft body with more interest than I’ve ever had for the night sky.
“I mean it Alana…you’re stunning.” My lips trace her face again, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, all the way to her mouth. “How come a girl like you isn’t already taken, huh?”
“Probably because guys are jerks - and idiots.” Her expression shifts to distaste, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Oh?” I ask.
She just shrugs, then gives me a wry smile. “I was living opposite a guy named Bryan freshman year - you know the type, center-of-the-world arrogant football player. When I rejected him, he thought the only possible reason was that I must be gay. Which I would’ve just had a laugh over - except he told everyone he knew, and those big-star football players have a lot of friends. So for the first semester, everyone thought I was a lesbian, and then when it finally died down…I was so not interested anymore.”
I just look at her for a moment, and then I laugh at the absurdity of it and pull her closer into my arms. “Yeah you’re right, babe. Idiots. But I’m pretty glad right now that they all lost out.”
She finally laughs along with me, and kisses me back. When she looks back up at me, her eyes are gleaming again. “Mm, and maybe I am too.”
Chapter Thirteen
Alana
I finally set my pen down and glance over at where Caleb is lying on my bed, doodling.
It’s been several hours. More than time for a break from studying.
You seriously used to do this all day and not even notice the time pass? These days, it seems all you can think about is your next break…and everything it offers.
I bite my lip as my pussy clenches at the thought. Caleb has been as good as his word - no more hassling me about studying. But he does seem to insist on hanging around, looking fucking gorgeous and tempting me with that perfect sight down his back to the curve of his ass.
I’ve never thought about sex this much before. And I’ve certainly never had it quite this much. But even if I’d never say it - I think he might be right. This is good for me.
And I’m getting enough done - not that he’s studying at all. If he keeps this up, he’s going to fail. Which, I don’t know, maybe he wants. It’s impossible to read him sometimes, and after last time, I haven’t pressed further.
I haven’t even asked what we’re doing. I think we’re dating now.
It feels like it. We’re practically joined at the hip - he spends all his time with me, we go out and do things together, or with Mel and Lily.
But Caleb would probably run a mile if I said it. And I’m not sure it matters to me, or if I even want that, so why push?
Then he shrugs his shirt off and has my immediate attention.
“What’re you doing?” I walk the tiny distance from my desk to the bed, looking at him with curiosity.
His eyes flick up to mine, heat simmering there as his mouth curves into a smile.
“Well, I was going to try and work out where I want this next tat, but now that you’re over here…” He pulls me down onto the bed beside him, and I laugh, glancing over the drawings.
“A shield, huh? That seems a little different.” I say, running a hand over the patterns on his chest.
“Yeah, maybe.” He shrugs. “Would probably work best on a shoulder or arm here…”
He traces the outline on his left arm and I follow the gesture with my fingers before spreading them over his shoulder, running my hand down his back and getting entirely distracted. He grins at me, bringing my hand back and kissing the fingertips.
“Ever been curious about getting one? What would you pick?” He asks.
I laugh and shake my head.
It’s never once occurred to me to get a tattoo. And my parents would probably kill me.
“Aw, c’mon - want me to draw something for you? You’d look awesome with a little ink.” His eyes are sparkling and I can’t tell whether he’s just teasing me or not.
Then he strips my top off before I can say anything, pushing me down onto the bed and kissing me deeply.
“Caleb, you can’t—” I try to object, but I’m a little breathless.
“It’ll be fun.” He grins, “And I know what I’m doing - it won’t smudge, just stick around for a couple of days…give you a little taste of how pretty that pale skin would look with a few strokes of ink. What do you want?”
I shake my head, but now I’m grinning too.
Why not?
Caleb seems to have that effect on me.
“Okay, okay. Maybe…a butterfly or something?” I grasp loosely at the idea. I’ve honestly never thought about this before at all, but that seems pretty standard, right?
He rolls his eyes at me, but acquiesces. “If you’re sure…”
Then he shifts on top of me, his hips pinning me in place. I arch up into him instinctively, wanting to feel that familiar pressure against my pussy and he laughs again, pushing me back down and placing one large hand on my shoulder to keep me there.
“None of that quite yet, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down to run his hand over my collarbone.
“Wow…you really must be serious about this stuff.” I say.
I don’t think he’s ever turned down my advances for anything before.
He doesn’t answer me, frowning in concentration before he finally brings the pen down to my skin.
“Hey! That tickles…” I squirm at the first contact, laughing lightly, but his firm hands hold me in place.
“You have to hold still, you know.” He says with a smile.
“I know, I know, just…” I take a breath and nod for him to continue, trying to distract myself with how good he looks on top of me like that.
Focused and concentrated, the rough lines of his face seeming a little smoother and his tussled hair lightly skimming his brow.
It takes far longer for him to draw than I expect, but after a couple of strokes the light pressure dissolves into something almost pleasurable, in its own way. Maybe it’s just having his hand on me, our skin so close to touching, but I feel myself relaxing and getting lost in the foreign sensation for time he spends on it. By the time he’s done, the air has become strangely intimate and my thoughts have moved far beyond tattoos.
“There.” He announces, “All done. What do you think?”
He lets me up to turn and face the mirror on the wall, and I gasp.
I think I was expecting something a little simple and silly - a small outline of an open butterfly, like children draw. Instead, he’s drawn one perched as if on top of my collarbone, wings upright and intricate, looking as if they’ve been caught on the edge of fluttering. I can almost imagine it doing just that - those wings shimmering and taking flight.
“It’s beautiful.” I say, my fingers reaching up to touch it, then hesitating in case it hasn’t dried yet.
His hand comes around from where he’s sitting behind me and touches it lightly, looking at me in the mirror.
“It suits you. It would be perfect with a little bit of color - not much, just a bit of emphasis and flourish…but I don’t have the pens for it.” He grins at me, kissing lightly along my neck and making me shudder.
I turn around and smile up at him, somewhat bemused. “Thank you. It’s actually really nice.”
He laughs and tucks a hair behind my ear. “You sound surprised, hun.”
“Well, you know, tattoos aren’t really my thing.” I smile, still feeling strangely warm and happy at the gesture.
“Maybe they should be.” He murmurs, his hand tangling in my hair and bringing me in for a kiss.
I sigh deeply, my hands running down his naked chest and enjoying the feel of those wonderful muscles as we get closer.
