CHAPTER FOUR
DEX
Zinzi’s juices flooded my mouth as I lashed her clit with my tongue to the soundtrack of her screams. Her muted screams, anyway, the ones she hid behind her fist as she came, over again. Her toned thighs trembled against my shoulders where I pressed her legs open. I fisted my cock once, pushing back my own need as she creamed on my tongue.
When her arched back settled to the mattress I pulled my hand away from her stomach and pressed two fingers inside her pussy just to feel her clamp down on me before her next climax hit.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, riding out the waves of pleasure that smashed her like a king tide. “I need you inside me.”
I gritted my teeth. “And if I said no to fucking you tonight?” I found her dark eyes, held them through the next wave of bliss as confusion set in. Pushed my fingers deeper and held her hostage there on the edge of perfection. “Just kept the orgasms coming and coming…like you,” I whispered as she crashed again.
“I—” Zin’s eyes fluttered shut. Her hands clenched on my shoulders and slipped to the mattress, her fingers fluttering.
I smiled, and slid my fingers out of her pussy, cleaning up the mess on her thighs before I made her ache again.
And again.
Her screams were my soundtrack and we were far from done on this playlist.
I didn’t fuck Zinzi on Friday night, and I left with the worst case of self-inflicted blue balls I’d ever given myself, but I set out to prove a point.
We were good for each other in so many ways. I could make her feel good and it didn’t have to be with my cock buried inside her sweet, tight walls that made her feel that way, even if sex of some variety was involved.
And when I left her room, after making sure she passed out, delirious but not dehydrated—I wasn’t that sort of asshole—I made sure I sneaked in a good hour of cuddles while she drooled on my chest and even purred a little.
Not that Zin remembered a damn thing. Because I made sure of that, too.
The hours I worked her body hard, leaving her trembling again and again, proved another point.
No one else can give you what I can.
You’re safe in my arms, Zin. Let go.
She already knew that; it’s why we had a standing once a week arrangement. But it didn’t hurt to remind her while I was rocking my other agenda home in a not so delicate way. Because I knew my little hellcat would be roused as fuck when she realized she didn’t get cock as advertised come tomorrow.
And I wanted to be ready for her when she came to find me on that front.
Not that I objected to extra time between the sheets—or in any other room at her place or mine midweek, that being the overall goal—but she wouldn’t be getting cock off me that easily just because she was horny.
If she got horny after what I just did to her, assuming I got it right. From the way she purred and sighed as I crept out of her dorm room after pressing a tender kiss to her temple, passing her roommate, Margot, in the hallway who made eyes at me as we crossed paths and pretended each other didn’t exist, I didn’t think I missed the mark.
Okay, so maybe I had a secondary goal: make Zinzi Jones fall head over heels for me the way I’d already tumbled for her.
Long, long ago.
This was the girl I’d do anything for, and I knew it. Now, I needed to make sure she felt the same way about me. If that meant providing her with an unlimited source of orgasms in a campaign to redefine our Friday night fuck fests and their purpose, then so be it.
I had a midweek game plan too, but that could wait for phase two. Or maybe three. I wanted to see how she reacted to this part of the plan first.
Throwing my varsity jacket over my shoulders that just fit, I shoved my hands into my pockets and tucked my chin against the night’s bitter chill, hightailing it across campus to my own room. Why we couldn't be a simple building apart, I had no idea. It was like Rippton was determined to make my walk of shame as cold and as long as possible in the worst months of the year.
Muttering obscenities to myself and flexing my fingers in a bid to regain feeling to my fingertips, I pushed my door open and came face to face with three men who did not belong in my room whatsoever.
Beau Bennett rested his overpriced Kingsman frat worthy ass against the edge of my sofa. His lip curled up like he wanted to be anywhere else. I’d clocked his attention on my girl earlier in the week when I caught up with Zin crossing the common and kissed the shit out of her to prove another point—apparently I was all sharp edges this month.
The billionaire dark horse prince of Rippton U and head of the Kingman frat house as well as captain of the lacrosse team, I could deal with. The other two?—
They were a different matter.
Two blond twins, so close in looks they were beyond identical, stood in my shared, L-shaped kitchenette. One flipped his phone in his hands, while his brother toyed with my knife block.
A visit from Key and Kash Laurent was never a good omen.
I shut the door gently and prayed Nelson wasn’t at home. “Falcon's out with his father at some beach on the coast. He should be back next week,” I added softly as I hung my jacket on the hook behind the door. Every movement I made, I kept casual, my tone remaining relaxed and light.
Turning my back to these three predators felt like the grossest neglect, but then, no amount of watching would keep me alive if the twins decided to wade into that arena. It wouldn’t matter how many scratches there were beneath my name on the post if the knives came out of the block because these boys didn’t play nice, and I already fought dirty.
I’d still lose.
And Beau Bennett would dance in my blood before he left my room. That was the sort of twisted fucker he was. Falcon Gianio wasn’t the only mafia prince at Rippton U, though he and Beau traditionally gave each other a wide berth—until right now.
The corners of Beau’s mouth flickered up. “We aren’t here for Falcon.”
Double fuck. I really hoped Nelson wasn’t at home.
His lordship chose that moment to waltz right through the too narrow hallway connecting our bedrooms wearing nothing but a towel and a white and pink spotted bowtie—don’t ask. I stopped over a year ago.
Beau jerked his head once. The twins moved with the sort of grace and synchronicity that would make a ballerina turn all the shades of Kermit.
Two blond heads, so white they were almost pigmentless, glided toward my roommate like they were ghostly shadows. The barest shout left my throat before a hand closed on mine and I had my own fight to deal with.
I shoved Beau’s chin back, losing sight of Nelson instantly, but determined to do some sort of damage to his spine as he seemed intent on flattening my esophagus. None of that mattered as I twisted my head in time to see the twins close in on my utterly naive and unaware roommate who went down like a sack of flour the moment they ran right over him.
Nelson’s name died a short and abrupt death on my lips as I wheezed and finally managed to roll Beau beneath me. My fist slammed into the carpet in the place where his head had been a second before the hard barrel of a gun pressed to my midsection.
“I’m sure you’re attached to whatever is right here, so I’d stop, now.” Beau spoke slow, clear and fucking loud.
No one could miss the threat in that sentence.
I leaned back in my straddle over him, my hands raised, but I didn't look at the man who could end my life with one feathered finger on his trigger. If he wanted to do that, I’d be dead already. My gaze locked onto the twins who dragged a dazed and naked—apart from the bow tie, of course—Nelson into the middle of the living area.
“What the fuck did he do to you?” I addressed Beau without taking my eyes off the twins.
Whatever they did to Nelson, I’d revisit on them tenfold. I made the overprotective promise in an instant. Nelson might be annoying, he might be frustrating, but at the end of the day he was just a weird kid who never quite fit in. And he wasn’t an asshole. I could have worse for a housemate.
“Actually, it’s not him we’re here for. It’s you.” Beau hauled his ass out from beneath my bulk, and pocketed the gun. He nodded. Nelson’s fragile, pasty form slumped in the middle of the room.
“What did I do?” I looked at him for the first time, pleased to clock the bruising that bloomed around his throat.
“You won,” he said simply. “I need you to lose.”
It took me less than half a minute to catch on, and I groaned. “Fucking betting ring. And you think I'll do what you want?” I raised both eyebrows and folded my arms.
Beau shrugged and a twin—I couldn't tell them apart—extracted a knife, leaning over Nelson's form.
I gritted my teeth. Asshole. “How often do I need to lose?”
“Let’s start with tomorrow night. How about you throw the last fight?” His eyes glittered at me. “A kick to the ribs should do it. And as an added incentive, if you don’t, it won’t be the little lordling here who ends up with a new scar. It’ll be the pretty girl with the dark hair.”
Zin.
I opened my mouth to call the son of a bitch for every name he earned just for thinking of her, but he put a finger to his lips.
“Shhh. I won’t tell if you won’t. Now, let’s get a schedule together, shall we?”
I ground my teeth at the presumptuous shit’s attitude knowing he could do anything he wanted while he held Zin’s safety over my head.
On the floor, Nelson began to moan as the twins cut into him anyway.