Hooped #4 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #4) (5 page)

“One of these days, maybe,” he said, brushing a lock
of hair out of my face. “But not today, right? Today we’re both golden.” He
kissed me again, and I felt him taking the glass of wine out of my hand,
setting it aside somewhere; it no longer even mattered where. He wrapped his
arms around me and deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips to bat
at mine, to probe my mouth. I had been waiting for this all night. In spite of
my reluctant feelings, in spite of my anger at him, I had been hoping that
Devon would take the chance to make some kind of move
on
me, to show me that it was still a relationship he wanted. He
broke away from my lips with a little grin. “You don’t want to study
anymore
, right?” I chuckled lowly.

“Well, maybe a little biology. Oh god, that is every
bit as cheesy as it sounded in my head.” Devon laughed.

“That’s okay,” he murmured against my lips, his hands
beginning to roam over my body slowly. “I love you being cheesy. Way better
than being mad at me.”

Chapter
Six

For what felt like almost an hour, Devon and I kissed,
touching each other everywhere, teasing each other until I was certain I might
die if we didn’t get down to the main event. Devon’s hands trailed all over my
body, caressing, tickling, making me shiver as I heated up all over,
getting
wetter and wetter. “I’m starting to get into this,”
I murmured against his lips, squirming underneath him and pushing my hips down
against his.

“Oh, babe, you’re a natural,” Devon told me, slipping
one hand underneath my tee shirt, grazing my ribs on his way up to cup my
breast. “I can’t even imagine anyone who could be any better than you, Jenn.”
He gave my breast a squeeze through the thin fabric of my bra, teasing my
nipple with his fingertips until it hardened into a little nub. He began to
pull and tug at my shirt, sliding it up over my head slowly,
breaking
away from my lips just long enough to get it off of me and toss it across the
room. Devon buried his face against my breasts, nuzzling against my sensitive
skin, kissing me everywhere before he brought his mouth back up to mine.

I grabbed blindly at the hem of his shirt, dragging it
up along his back even as Devon continued to kiss me hungrily, rocking his hips
against mine. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against me,
driving me crazy; I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted him over and over
again until neither of us could possibly stay awake a moment longer. I managed
to get Devon’s shirt off finally and let it fall to the floor, exploring the
lines and planes of his back and chest with my fingertips as he continued to
tease me. Devon
tugged
the cups of my bra
down, bringing each one of my breasts up to his mouth in turn and sucking and
licking my nipples. Jolts of pleasure shook my body, lit up my nerves as Devon
teased me, switching from one nipple to the other with his mouth and rolling
and twisting the other with his fingers.

He lifted me up off of the bed for just a moment to
unhook my bra and then kissed me hungrily, pressing me back down, his hands
already beginning to move down to my jeans. I squirmed and writhed, shifting my
hips as Devon opened my fly and tugged the fabric
by
the waistband down. I was on fire, hot all over, needy for him—I
didn’t want to wait even a moment longer, but Devon chuckled at my
reaction,
and I knew he would tease me
relentlessly.

He pulled and tugged my jeans down over my legs,
tossing them onto the floor once my feet were free of them, and pinned me
against the bed, kissing me eagerly. He rocked his hips against mine, rubbing
the hard ridge of his cock against my slick folds through the thin fabric of my
panties. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down
against his as Devon rubbed against me. Devon broke away from my lips with a
chuckle, looking down into my eyes. “You are so hot when you’re turned on,
Jenny,” he murmured, sliding one hand down along the curves of my body. He
slipped his fingers underneath the elastic waist of my panties, brushing
against my slick folds, sending a tingle through me. “God, I love how wet you
get, baby.”

He tugged my panties down, gently unwrapping my legs
from around his waist and pulling the thin fabric past my knees and down to my
ankles. I kicked my feet free of it, lying completely naked underneath Devon on
his bed, hot and cold tingles of sensation working their way through my nerve
endings. “You are the world’s worst tease,” I told him, irritation creeping
into my voice as I became more and more frustrated and more and more turned on.
Devon laughed, sliding one hand up between my legs to cup my soaking wet pussy.
He rubbed up and down along my slick folds, stroking me, and my irritation
dissolved in a moan that welled up from somewhere deep in my chest. My hips
moved automatically, shifting and twisting, as Devon found my clit by touch,
stroking and rubbing the little bead of nerves.

One of his fingers slid down between my inner labia
and pushed inside of me slowly, even as his thumb continued to swirl and rub
around my clit, sending crackling jolts of pleasure through my body. I cried
out as one finger, and then two, slid inside of me, pushing past the resistance
of my body, rubbing along my inner walls. Devon worked his fingers in and out
of me steadily as I started to get wetter and wetter, gasping and panting as
pleasure coursed through my nerves. Half-whimpering moans left my throat as
Devon teased me, rubbing steadily against my clit and then moving his thumb
away just when I was sure I was on the edge of orgasm and then starting to rub
me again, while his fingers inside of me twisted and curled, barely missing my
g-spot seemingly on purpose.

Over and over again, Devon brought me to the edge of
climax, stroking and rubbing, working his fingers inside of me deeper and
deeper, only to back off right when I was sure I was about to come. “Are you
punishing me?” I asked him, panting and gasping the third or fourth time. Devon
chuckled, kissing me eagerly on the lips.

“You have to be patient, baby,” Devon told me. “See if
you can come before I can pull away from you.” I clenched my teeth, my muscles
flexing around his fingers convulsively as Devon continued to tease me,
stroking me inside and out. He began to work his fingers faster, wriggling them
inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. My breath caught in my throat as
my pleasure mounted, making it impossible to think about anything other than
how much I wanted the relief of getting off. In a matter of moments, it seemed,
the first spasm of pleasure crackled through
me,
and I cried out, my muscles clamping down on Devon’s fingers, my whole body
tensing. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as I twisted and
writhed, moaning out Devon’s name over and over again.

Devon’s fingers worked me until the spasms began to
abate, aftershocks tingling their way up and down along my nerves as I sagged
against his bed, panting and gasping. He kissed me lightly on the lips,
withdrawing his fingers slowly, giving my clit a final, lingering stroke with
his thumb as I shivered. He held me in his arms tightly, his lips brushing over
my face everywhere, his hands trailing over me slowly, soothing me in the
aftermath of my climax. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing
against my hip—I knew I wanted more, I knew that I should be ripping his pants
off right then, but for just a few sweet moments I was too full of bubbling
sensation and crackling pleasure to do more than just
tremble
in his arms at how good I felt, grinning like an idiot.

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes, the shakes
starting to
subside,
and turned my smile
up at Devon. “You are way more patient than I am,” I said, reaching down to run
my fingers over the bulge in his jeans. Devon chuckled.

“Yeah, well, you can get off like, five times to just
once for me. I can afford to be patient.” He kissed me, covering my body with
his own, beginning to caress and tease me once more. Devon cupped my breasts,
giving them a playful squeeze, rolling and twisting my nipples between his
fingers to send jolts of pleasure through my body, seemingly straight to my
pussy. I reached down along his body, trailing my hands over his chest and
abdomen until I came to the fly of his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped him,
pulling and tugging at the thick, tough material eagerly; I wanted more than
anything to feel his cock rubbing against me, filling me up once more.

Devon wriggled free of his jeans, before pulling
himself up to hook his fingers in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down
over his hips, and for just a moment I feasted my eyes on his hard cock; I
could see the gleam of
precum
at the tip, it was
almost purple from how hard it was. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, wanted
to stroke it with my hand. Instead, Devon covered my body with his own once
more, kissing me, touching me everywhere, caressing and teasing me until I
nearly forgot what I had wanted to do to him. He rocked his hips against
mine,
and I moaned against his mouth as his cock
rubbed against my slick labia, brushing against my
already sensitive
clit. I pushed my hips down against his, getting
more and more turned on by the moment as Devon teased me with the heat and
hardness of his cock, both of us almost crazy with need in a matter of moments.
He shifted against me, his hand slipping down between our bodies, and then I
shivered as Devon thrust into me slowly, pushing past the resistance of my body
inch by inch, filling me up.

It felt just as good as ever, his thick, hard heat
rubbing up against my inner walls, pushing deeper and deeper inside of me. I
wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, pushing my hips
down to meet Devon’s thrusts while I moaned against his lips. Devon fell into a
rhythm I couldn’t resist, starting out almost torturously slow and building up
as we both became more and more turned on.
 
My hands trailed all over Devon’s hard,
muscled body, exploring the planes and ridges of his back,
kneading
and caressing as I twisted and writhed
underneath him.

I tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of
Devon inside of me, rubbing up against my g-spot with every other thrust. I
wanted the feeling to go on forever—but Devon slipped a hand between our
bodies, finding my clit with his fingertips. He stroked and rubbed me in
counterpoint to his thrusts, sending tingling jolts of pleasure crackling
through my nerves that made it impossible for me to control myself. I cried out
in pleasure over and over again, my muscles flexing and relaxing in erratic
spasms as I came closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel Devon’s cock
twitching inside of me, his hips slapping against mine as we moved together, as
jolts of sensation shot through me. I held back for only a few moments longer,
struggling to keep myself on the edge without tumbling over.

I hit my second orgasm when I just couldn’t take it
anymore, and only a few heartbeats afterward I felt the hot, sticky-slick gush
of Devon hitting his climax right behind me as he thrust into me a few last
hard, fast times, brushing against my g-spot with every movement of his hips,
deepening my climax. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his
skin, as if I was grabbing him for life itself, twisting my hips against his,
gasping and panting as I trembled
with
the pleasure coursing through my body.
 
Devon sagged against me, shifting down onto
the bed with his arms draped around my body, both of us panting and gasping for
breath. I curled up close to him, exhausted down to my bones but so happy I
couldn’t imagine doing anything but dozing off—maybe waking up just long enough
for another quickie—and going to sleep in his strong arms.

Chapter
Seven

The next morning Devon somehow managed to wake up
before
me—for the first time since we had first
hooked up. I woke up with the lingering tenderness between my hips, my whole
body satisfied, a smile on my face as I felt Devon’s body pressed against mine
underneath the blankets. “Ha,” Devon murmured, nuzzling against my neck. “I
managed to wake up before you. No chance to slip away from me this time.” I
giggled, turning over onto my back to look up at him.

“It was bound to happen eventually,” I said, pulling
his face down closer to mine to kiss him hungrily. We’d finally managed to both
fall asleep after two more orgasms, too exhausted to do more than turn off the
lights and curl up together.

Devon pulled back from the kiss slightly. “I just
realized something,” he said, slipping on top of me, sliding his arms up
underneath my back. “You’re spending a lot of time here.” I raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve invited me every time; if it’s a problem with
your frat brothers…” Devon shook his head, grinning slightly.

“Apart from having to keep things decent, no one cares
how many girls stay here.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “I was just
worried about the fact that you’re here so much and not in your dorm.” I
shrugged.

“I like it here,” I said, thinking of Kelly. It wasn’t
difficult to be more comfortable in the midst of Devon and his friends than it
was to tiptoe around the dorm, trying to avoid my ex-friend.

“Sure no one’s worried about you? The last thing I
need right now is for someone to say that in addition to cheating on my ACT, I
have some poor innocent girl hostage.” I laughed.