Page 96 of Campus Heat

“I promise it will be even better when I’m fucking you because by the time I’m done you won’t be able to sit down.”

“That sounds so tempting, but we still have a long way back. How will I survive it?”

He pulled me up, and I straddled him. “I’ll just have to keep rubbing that gorgeous little ass of yours.”

He slapped me, and the delicate bite was so good it sent a shiver through me. My head fell back as he moved his hand between us and positioned his cock at my core. My entire body tensed as he rubbed his crown up and down my entrance, using my dripping pussy to prepare it for its entrance. It was absolute torture, but I wanted nothing more than for him to keep going.

Ethan slammed into me and kept going until I was just about ready to come, then he stopped and pulled out completely. He pushed me off, then turned me around and shoved my head down into the seat. With one swift thrust he was buried inside me again. His tip teased at my G-spot and my legs trembled. I wanted to come so badly, but he seemed determined to see me suffer. That wasn’t something I was going to stand for though, so I slipped my hand all the way down and teased my clit.

It felt so good that my body started moving of its own accord, and Ethan just froze. His fingers bit into my skin and he moaned with delight, but he left me to do all the work. My orgasm teased at the edge. My legs became weak, and sweat built on my brow. Then I pushed back, taking him all the way in, and I instantly unraveled. My legs gave in, but he wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me up. Every single muscle in my body contracted and come ran down my legs.

It was the best orgasm I had ever had, and Ethan wasn’t about to let it end. He pulled out of me, flipped me around and pushed me down on the seat again. Now on my back, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed into me. My inner walls were still spasming around his shaft, making him pulse, but this time he didn’t stop. Sweat beaded on every inch of his body, and I could feel the amount of strength it took for him to contain his urges. He had wanted to come since we started and still he held back. I tilted my hips, letting him go even deeper.

“Fuck,” he spat. “You’re really trying your best to make me come, aren’t you?”

My nails sank into his tight ass. “Why do you still insist on holding back?”

“Because I…” he stopped as the sound of laughter reached our ears. “I don’t have time. They’re coming.”

I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. That was all he needed. He called out my name as his body stiffened. His explosion was so massive I could feel it erupting in the grip of my still spasming inner walls. He filled me to the brim and then rested his head against mine.

“Do you hear them?” I whispered, hoping we still had time.

He held his breath and listened. The voices were coming closer, and I knew we only had minutes before they were upon us. I gave Ethan a swift kiss, and he quickly pulled out of me. He scrambled off the seat and grabbed his shirt from the floor as I hurried to straighten my clothes. My fingers fumbled as adrenaline coursed through me, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

“Where are my shoes?” I whispered in a panic.

“Under the seat.”

I reached down and dragged them out right when we started hearing their footsteps. The door creaked open just Ethan managed to pull his jersey over his head. I shoved my hair into place and slid into the seat next to him as their faces appeared in the doorway.

“Man, I’m starving,” Cam said as he fell into his seat. “Did anyone bring any leftovers?”

Lucas stopped halfway up the stairs and looked over at the two of us. Ethan tried his best to look casual, and I tried not to giggle nervously.

Lucas squinted. “Why do the two of you look like you have just run a marathon?”

Ethan cleared his throat. “It was a long game.”

Lucas walked up to us, then slid into a seat a few rows away. “Yeah… for once it wasn’t just us getting screwed.”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. If only he knew how accurate that comment actually was.

35

Ethan

I stood in the hallway outside the science building and stared at the grade sheet as if it were some kind of alien object. It felt like I hadn’t breathed in minutes, and my eyes were clearly deceiving me because what I was seeing couldn’t be real.

My name was halfway down the list: Rose, Ethan—PASS. I stood there, frozen in disbelief. Of all the things I expected to see when I’d woken up this morning, a pass wasn’t on the list. So I blinked, hoping it wouldn’t miraculously change. It didn’t, so I blinked again and, once again, the letters stayed exactly where they were.

I let out a slow, steady breath, but it was quickly followed by a disbelieving laugh.

“No fucking way,” I muttered as my brain refused to register what I saw.

I ran a shaky hand through my hair and stepped closer to the board just to make extra sure that I hadn’t misread it, but there it was in black and white. The word I had been praying for. Pass… On the biology test that I had gotten a ‘didn’t attend’ on previously.

The memory flashed through my mind and ignited something in my chest. Weeks ago, I was sitting in that exam room, staring at the paper as the questions blurred together. My brain had locked up completely, and the panic crept in oh so slowly until it became impossible for me to breathe. I couldn’t think and I could barely remember anything Elizabeth had helped me to study.