Hooped #2 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #2) (9 page)

“If you go
slow
, maybe,” I
told him, looking up into his dark eyes.

“I can do slow,” Devon told me, his voice low. He
rocked his hips against
mine,
and I felt
his cock starting to harden once more, rubbing against my slick labia. I draped
my legs
around
him, touching him
everywhere my hands could reach, pushing my hips down to meet his. My clit
still felt tingling, sensitive, every brush of his skin against it sending
little jolts through me, but in minutes I was ready for more.

Devon thrust into me in one slow, fluid movement,
kissing me on the lips and swallowing down the moan that rose up from somewhere
deep in my chest. We began to move together, falling into a rhythm that neither
of us could avoid even if we had wanted to, taking our time. In spite of how
satisfied I already was, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, more
and more turned on, as Devon filled me up, thrusting deeper and deeper inside
of me. “Fuck—Devon, you have no idea how good that feels,” I told him, shaking
my head in amazement. Devon chuckled, slipping his arms underneath my back,
cradling me as we both moved together. In moments I felt as if I was on fire,
every nerve tingling, my body tightening around him as if it couldn’t stand the
idea of him ever leaving it.

I lost all track of time, exploring his body with my
mouth, my hands, pushing my hips mindlessly down to meet his as
pleasure
mounted inside of me. My final orgasm
was not as intense as the first two—I shivered against him, holding him close,
but as the waves of pleasure rushed through me, it was something
gentler—something sweeter. Devon sealed my lips with his own as he came again,
shuddering slightly against me even as he continued to thrust deep inside of
me.

He sagged against me for a moment, catching his
breath, and I shivered at the slippery, sensitive feeling of him sliding out of
me. He sank down onto the bed next to me, pulling the blankets up and around us
both, wrapping his arms around me. “I can’t do any more tonight, so you’re
definitely not going to beat your record of orgasms,” I told him, chuckling. I
felt so good all over—so satisfied, relaxed, pleasure humming
through
my veins.

“But quality?” Devon
tugged
at an errant lock of my hair before smoothing it back.

“Oh totally on quality. You’ve got that on lock.” He
chuckled and pulled me even closer to him as I trembled.

I curled up against Devon, my mind drifting for a
while, thinking of nothing at all. As the fog began to lift, I remembered part
of what he had said while he was explaining the circumstances of the kiss I
saw.

“Hey,” I said, peeking up at him through my eyelashes.
“You said that girl I saw you with—you knew her, but not well. What’s the story
there?” I saw annoyance flash across Devon’s face; his lips
twisted,
and he rolled his eyes. “If you don’t
want me to ask…” Devon shook his head.

“It’s not you, it’s thinking about that stupid chick,”
he said, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. “I know her a little, but it’s one
of those things, you know?” I nodded slowly, watching him closely.

“How do you know her?” Devon shrugged.

“She’s this girl, Kelly. We went on a few dates when
we were both freshmen, but nothing ever really happened
with
it. Every once in a while she tries to convince me to hook up,
but that ship sailed.” I nodded again, thinking.

“Seems like you’ve got a lot of girls who can’t seem
to get over you.” Devon looked down at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that a bit of jealousy?” he asked me. I blushed.
“It’s nice—it means you actually want to date me.” I rolled my eyes, grinning.

“You are so—confident.” I shook my head at him. The
name of the girl tugged at my mind. Devon was a junior, wasn’t he? But
then—Kelly was such a common name that there were probably at least three or
five of them in my year, much less in his own year. I tried to remember if the
girl I had seen him with looked familiar; but I hadn’t seen her face, just the
back of her head and body.

Devon kissed my neck lightly, his hands wandering over
me. “Hey, Dev,” I said, tilting my head back to look up at him once more.

“Dev? You are getting into me, aren’t you?” I bit my
bottom lip.

“Hush. What was the girl’s last name?” If I could talk
to her, maybe, I thought… but something was twisting and whispering in the back
of my mind. A suspicion I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“Huh. Kelly something. What was it?” Devon considered.
“Oh—yeah, Pierce. Kelly Pierce, KP they called her.” All at once the tiny,
niggling suspicion in the back of my mind
crystallized
,
and my stomach lurched inside of me. The girl who had been kissing Devon after
the game was my own best friend. The girl who had warned me off about him, the
girl who knew that I had been with him just the day before. The one who had
been only too happy to comfort me, and suggest revenge against Devon for
hurting me.

Continued in Hooped #3,
the hooped series.
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