Chapter 14 Donovan #3
I whip around and follow Carrie’s gaze. There on her desk is a box of condoms sitting neatly on top of a pile of books.
“So, you were expecting me,” I crow.
“You’re so predictable…”
I pluck out a packet and tear it open while Carrie glances around her, searching for the right spot. Slowly, she pads over to the far end of the room and leans against the wall, her fingers fumbling for the switch. Darkness falls around us, the only light the dim glow of her bedside lamp.
It takes me a second to get into the swing of it all.
“Should I take my shorts off?”
After a moment’s pause, she nods. I peel off my bottoms, loving every second of her eyes on my cock as I join her by the wall. I’m literally lapping up the sight of her writhing as she slips off her panties.
A sting of disappointment hits me. I wish she would just take everything off—I’ve never seen her naked. It just doesn’t seem to be a thing with us, and neither does kissing. I brush the thought to one side. Focus.
Before she has time to fully straighten, I pull her up against me, my fingers kneading her ass as her legs wrap around my hips.
I bump her up a little higher, and that sends her bare pussy dragging right over my cock. It feels so fucking hot and wet against the length of it, it steals the air straight out of my lungs. I almost take her right then and there, when one of her hands falls to my biceps.
“Damn.” She gives me a squeeze. “Nice guns.”
If she thought she’d cool me off with that cheesy one-liner, she thought wrong. It just makes me want her more.
“I shouldn’t admit it but ever since you begged me to show you this…”
“I never begged you for anything!”
“I’ve been training,” I finish.
“That’s cheating,” she whispers, wrapping her fingers around my arm.
I bend my knees, testing her weight. “Ready to learn something new?”
“I guess it depends how long you last.”
“You like it long, huh?”
I can feel she’s already ready for me, but I slide my thumb over her anyway, loving the way her thighs tremble around my hips with every small circle. My finger comes away slick, and I bring it to my mouth—never taking my eyes off her as I suck her taste away.
“Mmm… fuck.” My voice comes out low, hungry.
Her hips jerk, grinding against me like she can’t help it. And I think I’m done for.
In the next second, I’m rolling the condom on and guiding myself to her, burying myself inside her in one deep thrust. The way she groans, her eyes widening as we connect, has me almost finishing right then. Fuck, not yet.
I bring my thumb back to her core and keep the strokes of my hips slow and deep, trying to pace myself. Every muscle in my body is strung tight with anticipation. Every fiber of me wants to run wild, and I’m starting to truly wonder how much longer I can last.
“Getting tired, huh?” she pants, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“It’s more of a quick move.”
“That’s a shame—I could go all night long.”
Oh really? My lower abs slap against her as I move back and forth, hard.
I feel her breath in my ear, her hand pulling at my hair, and her whimpers are going to be the death of me.
My lips are hungry for her mouth, but I cover her neck with kisses instead.
I’m mouthing at her skin, biting her gently as she moans.
And suddenly, I feeling her tighten around me.
“Okay, I lied,” she says, and I’m glad she can’t last, either—I’m about to come any minute now.
Something between us dissolves, and I lose any semblance of restraint I had.
The truth is her skin against mine feels electric.
The air fills with an animal charge as we move against each other, pressed together as she clings to me.
Her heels dig into my ass when I place a hand against the wall and slam my hips into her.
Again and again. She buries her fingers in my hair, curls them around my neck, and I’m harder than I ever thought possible.
Nothing makes sense anymore, everything is spinning wild, and just as I’m about to peak, Carrie lets out this guttural cry, and I feel myself release in time with her. Her back slams against the wall as I collapse into her, the brick bearing our weight, holding us up, anchoring us to reality.
My forehead is slick with sweat. Carrie is panting hard, and I know I should let go of her now—put some space between us—but I hold her close just a second longer.
My legs are like Jell-O.
Carefully, I lower her down and take a step back.
She sways on her feet, reaching for my arm for balance.
“Kiss it better?” I smile. “That was a pretty intense workout…”
I brace myself for one of her comebacks, but what she does next catches me off guard. Slowly, she brings her lips to my bicep, and presses a soft peck against my skin. It might just be the most sensual kiss I’ve ever had.
It takes every last drop of self-control I have not to grab her by the waist and start all over again.
She slinks under my arm and plucks up her panties, rubbing her hips as she marches into the bathroom.
I’ve been sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed for a good few minutes by the time Carrie gets back.
“Ready to admit defeat?” I say brightly.
I was right and she was wrong—facts.
What just happened was more than some stupid bet, but I’m not convinced she would take my sappy thoughts well.
“You planned this, though,” she protests. “You trained for it. I don’t think it counts…”
“You are such a sore loser!”
She jerks her head at the door. “Let me sleep on it.”
“You kicking me out?” I arch an eyebrow. “So, it’s true, then—I’m nothing more than a piece of meat to you!”
“Good night, Donovan.”
She beams at me. And she keeps on smiling all the way to the front door, until finally I’m out in the hall, and she goes back to her serious face. Total tease.
“You’re a pain in the ass—you know that, Ms. Wolinski?”
She smirks at me. There’s so much I want to ask her, but I force myself to hold back. I’m fishing around for the right way to say goodbye—something that hints at a rematch of some kind—when she looks at me meaningfully.
“So? ‘And then what?’ ” she asks, pulling me right back to our conversation in the car this morning.
I knew she’d struggle, having me prove her wrong tonight. But now, in three little words, she’s given me a free pass to bring all my craziest visions to life.
“ ‘And then what?’ ” I laugh. “Wait and see, Carrie.”
There isn’t a wall on campus I don’t plan on taking her to.