Campus King | 18+

Chapter Sixty-Five [END]

"Just so you know — you're not getting any sleep tonight. I plan on reacquainting myself with every inch of your body while we make up for lost time."

She laughed, grinning. "I've had more than enough sleep lately,." Her eyes followed my every movement as I returned to her.

She gasped when I ripped the blankets off her, crawling over her naked body and forcing her flat on her back again. I stopped to bend down and take a dusky nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as my tongue swirled around the hard bead. Her back arched off the bed as her thighs spread wide for me, settling around my hips. Switching to the other nipple, I lavished it with the same attention I gave the first, making her moan as her fingers buried themselves in my hair.

Her nipple popped out my mouth as I lifted my head to look at her. "Babe, you have to be quiet or you're gonna get us caught. At the very least, we'll traumatize Jace."

"I'm trying, but just so you know, a tornado could sweep through and he'd never notice," she whispered. But then her eyes rounded slightly. "Wait, I know what to do."

Placing her hands on my chest, she pushed me off her, far enough for her to turn over and present her gorgeous ass to me. She arched her back, pressing her chest flat to the bed as she pulled the pillow down to her face, obviously intending to use it to muffle any noises she made.

"Better?" She glanced over her shoulder at me.

Suddenly I was the one who'd lost the ability to talk. Like bees to honey, my hands found her ass, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. My dick jerked as soon as I touched her, aching to be inside her already.

"Much better. Let's just hope we don't break the bed," I grunted as I rolled the latex down my length.

Her head popped up and she glanced back at me with a warning look. "Tristan Beckett — if you dare break this bed, you will explain to my mother what happened."

"Don't worry. I'll be careful." Sort of.

"Why don't I believe you?" she muttered, wiggling her ass as she got comfortable.

I chuckled, choosing not to answer as I threw the condom wrapper onto my shirt so that I'd remember to take it with me when I left. Fisting my dick, I moved closer to her again, and rubbed the head against the soft skin of her right ass cheek.  

My other hand spread her open while I guided my cock to her entrance, notching the tip firmly against her. Pressing forward, I stopped when only the tip was inside, groaning at the tight warmth that greeted me. She moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled. Easing more of my cock into her, I pushed until I was halfway, pausing to let her get used to my size. 

While I waited for her to adjust, my hand stroked her smooth skin, running over the soft globes of her ass and up the curve of her spine. The higher I went, the more of my cock eased into her — filling her until finally I was buried to a hilt in her tight, perfect pussy. It felt like heaven wrapped sweetly and snugly around me. 

Straightening up, my hands moved to her hips, grasping them firmly as I rolled my hips, slow and lazy at first, enjoying the sensation of her gripping and rippling around me. Hannah's hands squeezed the pillow in a death grip as she rocked back into me. 

She was so fucking beautiful. And so fucking mine.

"Fuck yes," I groaned, driving back in and filling her in one stroke. "I missed this."

Every night without her had kept me up with dreams of this, of being with her. I found myself reaching for her several times a night, an uncomfortable emptiness taking root each time I remembered she was gone. She thought I was driving here every night to prove something to her, but it was actually because I needed it. I needed to have her back in my arms — especially knowing we might not have another chance for a while.