Vacancy, page 11
Well, fuck. I blew out a long, heavy breath, beyond turned on. “So?” I asked quietly. “Where does that leave us?”
“It leaves us,” she answered harshly, looking none too pleased. “With me needing to have sex with you. Like…soon.”
11
DAMIEN
Just breathe, I told myself. But fuck…
Shaking my head, I leaned forward to hear Oaklynn better over all the commotion and talking going on around us. “Are you serious?” I had to ask.
“Hell, yes,” she answered. “I just need one super-hot night of unbridled orgasms. Because if I don’t get this sexual tension out of my system—and soon—it’s going to start affecting my schoolwork, my grades, my job. Before I know it, my entire future will be on the rocks. So please, please… Could you just fuck whatever this is out of me so I can return my focus to college again?”
“I…” After blowing out a breath because, damn, there was no blood left in my brain for proper thinking, I cleared my throat. Needing to make sure I understood her completely, even though she’d been freakishly plain and blunt, I slowly asked, “You only want one night with me, then?”
“Yes!” She snapped her fingers and pointed with a big smile. “One really hot, casual hookup is all I need to get my head back on straight. So what do you say?”
When she flashed those damn dimples at me, I wanted to say no fucking way. I couldn’t settle for just one time with her. I wasn’t even a one-night stand kind of guy.
But from that look in her eyes, she really wanted sex. And if I told her no, she might just shrug me off and move along to someone else who was more likely to say yes.
Like Parker.
And no way in hell was I letting her go to someone else.
Her next orgasm was mine.
So that’s why I found myself nodding and agreeing to a no-strings fling for the first time in my life. “Okay.”
Oaklynn blinked as if she’d been expecting me to put up more of a fight. “Okay? Really?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered, fully committed. “But, uh, I mean… How do you want to…?”
“Right,” she agreed, clasping her hands together and beginning to look nervous. “Details. We should work through the details. Um…okay… This is kind of strange for me. I don’t usually discuss hookups so formally with guys.”
She was telling me!
“So…” Picking up her taco again, she took a bite and looked distinctly thoughtful as she chewed. After she swallowed and wiped her mouth, she lifted her eyebrows and leaned across the table toward me. “Well, deciding the time and place is always a good start. Does tonight work for you?”
I started nodding before my brain seemed to fully understand what it was agreeing to. “Tonight is fine,” I got out before gulping heavily as my throat went dry. Then I took a drink and started nervously stuffing a taco into my mouth as well.
“Okay, cool,” Oaklynn said, nodding through some thought before she looked up with bright eyes. “Oh! Do you, uh, have any hard limits?”
“Limits?” My mouth gaped for a moment before I slowly admitted, “I’m sure I do. Not that I can think of any at the moment.”
“Yeah,” she agreed with an anxious yet understanding smile. “I can’t think of any either. My brain’s actually having a hard time getting past the fact that you’re going to be inside me before the night’s over.”
I grabbed the edge of the table as a wave of pure arousal spiked through me.
Oaklynn didn’t seem to notice, though, and kept talking. “And your mouth is probably going to be between my—”
“We need to go,” I cut in tightly as the length of my cock began to throb. “Now.”
She glanced down at the uneaten tacos between us regretfully, only to glance up again and freeze solid when she spotted the look in my eyes. Her throat worked through a swallow, and her shoulders started to rise and fall rapidly before she nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
She bumped her leg on the table in her haste to stand.
I was up right behind her, reaching out. “You okay?”
When I stepped close, barely touching her hip, she glanced up at me with those dark, dark eyes that captured me whole.
“No, I’m not okay,” she whimpered under her breath. “I’m soaking wet in a room full of people. This is embarrassing as hell.”
I huffed out an amused sound and shifted even closer, so she could hear me when I said into her ear. “At least you’re not sporting a hard-on the size of Texas that’s threatening to burst through the seam of your jeans.”
She glanced down briefly, only to zip her gaze back up, eyebrows lifted. “I should probably walk in front of you,” she offered.
“Thank you.” I tightened my grip on her hip gratefully. “I would appreciate that.”
We grabbed our trays, and walked determinedly toward the exit, dumping the rest of our unfinished meals into the trash as we passed by, barely pausing long enough to stack the trays above the receptacle.
I held the door open for Oaklynn, and as she stepped over the threshold, a breeze came in around her, sweeping her peach scent all over me. And it was just too much. With a growl, I roughly steered her left as soon as we were outside.
She yelped in surprise and tripped in her heels, but I pulled her against me and picked her up a couple of inches off her feet, carrying her by the hip as I marched toward a darkened copse of trees not far away.
It wasn’t even sunset yet, but the day had advanced enough into the evening that it was hard to see under all the leaves and branches.
That would have to do for privacy, though, because as soon as we reached the first tree, I had her against the trunk of an oak, and my mouth was on hers.
She gasped and arched up onto her toes against me, gripping my hair and trying to climb me. I helped her along, hefting her by the ass as our lips firmed against each other. Tongues touched, groans ensued, and fingers dug deeper into flesh.
When her skirt rode up to allow her legs room to wind around my waist, my hands slid further down, investigating the backs of her thighs. Her skin was warm and smooth there, and I palmed the softness before sliding up to find the edge of her panties.
Then I just kept going under the cloth until my fingers were secured around her bare buttocks. I clutched her roughly and pulled her hips away from the tree so I could grind her core against the ridge of my erection through my jeans.
Oaklynn broke from our kiss with a groan, and she threw her head back against the tree as she rode me, jerking her hips to alleviate her own ache.
Through the shadows, I was able to watch her face as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.
From that moment on, nothing became as important to me as witnessing her having an orgasm.
“Put your feet down,” I rasped abruptly.
Eyes fluttering open, she sent me a dazed glance full of confusion. “What?”
“Trust me,” I said, peering straight into her dark, suspicious eyes. “Feet down.”
Releasing a breath, she bobbed her head once, then whimpered in protest to let me know she didn’t want to lose precious grinding contact before she unwound one leg and then the other.
As soon as she had her heels steady at the base of the tree, I lowered myself to my knees in front of her.
“Oh God.” She inhaled sharply in anticipation and kept eye contact with me until my knees settled in the grass. Then she shuddered out a breath and closed her eyes as I reached under her skirt, and grasped the waistband of her panties before peeling them down her legs.
“No,” I told her. “I liked your eyes on me.”
With a pleading groan, Oaklynn opened her lashes and caught my gaze, even as she shook her head. “I don’t think I can watch,” she begged. “I can’t take that kind of sensory overload. I just can’t.”
“Yeah, you can,” I promised as I stuffed her panties into my side pocket. They were damp within my grip, which made my skin ripple with excitement. “Just keep your eyes on mine.”
She made a weak sound of protest and widened her legs as I nudged them apart. But her gaze never strayed.
Pleased, I leaned in toward the trimmed patch of hair between her legs. Then I watched her expression as my mouth closed around her.
“Oh…” she gasped as she rose up onto her toes to escape the contact. Her eyes were wide and wild, as if her body knew the treatment I was fixin’ to give her was going to ruin her pussy for life.
I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the tree, forcing her to take it as my tongue flicked out once, catching the peak of her clit.
“Fuck,” she uttered before slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan that followed.
She started to look away, only to remember my command and jerk her gaze back to mine. I congratulated her for following the rules by sucking and then lavishing her with long wet strokes.
Oaklynn made a rough sound in the back of her throat and gripped my shoulders, her fingernails possibly drawing blood.
I worked her faster, growling over the slick wetness that coated my lips and the musky scent flooding my nostrils.
From the entrance of the student union, barely twenty yards away, a flood of laughing, talking people exited.
Certain we were caught, I started to rise so I could cover her, but Oaklynn gripped my shoulder harder. “No! They can’t see us. They can’t see us,” she promised with a whispered pant. “Oh God. Please don’t stop.”
My mouth was still buried between her legs, so I settled back onto my knees and licked her with the flat of my tongue, catching a broader area of coverage.
Oaklynn jerked in surprise and muzzled herself again with her hand, thrashing her head and watching me with those wide, desperate eyes. Muted whimpers seeped out just before I pushed a finger inside her.
She sobbed and abandoned my shoulder to grip my hair, tugging my scalp and pulling me hard against her. Tears spilled down her cheeks as her body bucked and jerked, and her teeth had to be breaking skin on her hand as she bit down. But she never looked away, not once while she came against my mouth.
It went on in waves, her muscles spasming through her entire body, one milking contraction at a time.
I could tell the moment she finished. Her eyes closed and she went utterly slack, already sagging down the tree.
“Whoa, hey,” I rasped, tearing my mouth from her and catching her before she collapsed completely.
Sinking against me gratefully, she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my neck, resting her head on my shoulder as her breath panted against my throat. She seemed so willing to let me take on all her weight that it kind of worried me.
“You okay?” I asked, kissing her hair and then nuzzling my cheek against the crown of her head. My hand smoothed her skirt back over her hips and rearranged her legs so she was sitting sideways on my lap as I settled my ass down into the grass.
“No,” I’m fairly certain I heard her say.
Alarmed, I tried to pull back to see her face, but she was equally determined to keep cuddling into me. Finally, I cupped her cheeks in my hands and coaxed her head up. “Oaklynn? What’s wrong?”
Her lashes fluttered open, and she gazed vacantly into my eyes for an overly long second before her throat worked through a swallow, and she opened her mouth. But her lips were so dry it took them some effort to part. When not even a sound exited, I shook my head.
“Fuck. Did I hurt you?” I started to look her over frantically for wounds, but she frowned at me as if I’d lost my mind.
“Are you kidding?” she finally managed to say. Then an incredulous laugh blurted its way out. “Hurt me?” she repeated as if mocking the question. “God.” Setting a fisted hand against her stomach, she shook her head. “I’m still trying to recover from the mind-blowing pleasure you just gave me. I mean, I didn’t even know it was possible to come that hard. My entire body is still jittery and shaking, and you think you fucking hurt me?”
I exhaled abruptly, wilting in relief.
“So this reaction is good,” I realized.
Oaklynn laughed. “This reaction is utter stupefaction. I mean, we should hunt up your friend you thought I might want instead and let him know there’s no way in hell I’d ever prefer him over you because you, darlin’… You deserve an award for that performance.”
With a chuckle, I shook my head and felt my face heat. “I received it, trust me.” Feeling tender and protective of her, I smoothed a hand down her hair. “Now… Let’s get you up, shall we?”
Oaklynn furrowed her brow in confusion. “Up? Why?”
“Because we can’t stay here,” I explained patiently as I helped her stand on unsteady legs.
She started to nod merely for the sake of agreeing before she seemed to realize, “Oh, right. We’re not done yet. After that, I’d completely forgotten there was even more we could do.”
I laughed again, only to argue, “No, I think that’s enough for tonight.” The amount of happy endorphins that had already been released in her seemed to be making her a bit loopy. I was kind of concerned about what any more would do.
Oaklynn paused and blinked up into my face. “But you didn’t get to…”
“That’s okay,” I assured, smoothing down her hair again and tenderly kissing her brow. “The deal was only for your orgasm, anyway, to get the cravings out of your system.” I caught her elbow to steady her when she tripped in her heels. “Let’s just get you home safe and sound, okay?”
“What? No. Fuck that,” she hissed, scowling and ripping her elbow out of my grasp. “If you can do that to me with your mouth alone, then I want to know what the main course is like.”
“Oaklynn,” I groaned, trying to be noble. But she was making it incredibly difficult.
“What?” Lifting her eyebrows archly, she stared me down with a dare and then stepped close before grabbing my junk through my jeans. “Don’t you want it?”
Even through all the cloth, my cock jerked against her fingers and started to swell again. “Obviously,” I bit out, my lashes fluttering when she began to massage me, learning my length and girth. “You can tell I do.”
But she was no longer listening to me. “Holy damn,” she breathed in wonder. “You feel massive.”
When she hooked a hand around my neck and drew my head down for a kiss, opening her mouth and twining her tongue around mine, all noble intentions melted away. I needed to be inside her. Now.
But… “Not here,” I panted, even as I stepped closer to cup the back of her head for a deeper kiss.
She rose up onto her toes and strained against me, her breasts brushing my chest. I wanted to expose them and suck on their peaks. But I couldn’t do that in the open. So when she gripped the top button of my jeans and tried to pop it loose, I caught her wrist. “Oaklynn…”
Our mouths broke apart, and we rested our foreheads against each other, wheezing, before she finally said, “I know a place. It’s close.”
And that was all I needed to hear. I released her wrist, freeing her. “Lead the way.”
12
OAKLYNN
Walking wasn’t happening for me.
Taking Damien’s hand, I started to lead him out of our little love nest in the trees, but with my first step, my knees gave out, and I twisted my ankle in my heels.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Damien tightened his grip on my fingers, keeping me upright. “Whoa. Easy,” he cautioned.
“This is so weird. My legs feel like noodles.” Every muscle in my body felt loose and languid.
“Here,” he offered gallantly, patting the back of his shoulder. “Climb on. I’ll give you a ride.”
I blinked in startled wonder as he knelt in front of me. No way could I turn down such an enticing offer, so I set a hand on his shoulder and then wrapped an arm around his sternum, appreciating the solid muscle and bone under my grip.
He reached back to catch the backs of my knees as I wrapped them around his hips. Then he lifted me easily, taking me by surprise.
I yelped as we started from the trees together, especially as he bent at the waist to avoid lower-hanging branches.
Once we were out in the open, I glanced toward the student union, amazed we hadn’t been caught.
Stetson the Stormin’ Stallion was rearing up on his two back legs and pawing the air as if congratulating us.
“Which way?” Damien asked.
I nuzzled up against his back, thoroughly enjoying the ride, and pointed past his arm. “That way. To Hill Hall.”
“The journalism building?” he asked.
I kissed his ear and began to nibble on the lobe. “Mm-hmm.”
Damien nodded and started through campus, past some buildings that were lit up with night classes taking place inside and some buildings that were darkened for the evening.
When a breeze blew up my skirt, I realized I had no idea where my panties were, probably lying abandoned somewhere in the thatch of trees next to the student union. Damn.
Oh well. Sex was more important than going back to look for them.
Hill Hall was half-lit when we reached it. But the lights in the north half on the second level were dark, making me hiss a happy, “Yes! Everyone’s gone home for the day.”
The place would be all ours.
Damien ascended the wide, marble staircase easily, only to sit me down at the main entrance.
“You okay?” he asked, gripping my elbow in preparation to catch me again.
But I felt much steadier now. “Yeah. Thanks.” I nodded at him with a grin.
He groaned and lifted a finger to barely touch one of my dimples.
“In here,” I encouraged, pulling open the door.
Inside, I led him to another set of stairs. Once we hit the second floor, I peered down the darkened hall before glancing up at him and smiling again. “Perfect.”
