Hooped #3 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #3) (4 page)

I managed to keep myself involved in the conversation,
talking a little bit to everyone around me, and enjoying Devon’s comforting
presence next to me
in
the chair as the
evening went on; but in the back of my mind I was still thinking about Kelly. I
hated the fact that even when I wasn’t hanging out with her, even when I was
with a completely different group of people, I couldn’t manage to put my roommate
and best friend out of my mind—nor her betrayal.

Time slipped away from me completely; as it got dark
outside, a few of the brothers in the frat went into the kitchen and came out
with pizza and other snacks, and I dug in with everyone else. “Good job picking
a girl who won’t turn her nose up at such fine cuisine,” one of the brothers
commented to Devon.

“Yeah, Sam’s last girlfriend was always asking if we
had any salad or anything like that.” I laughed.

“I have a stash of junk food in my room that I eat as
often as I eat at the DH,” I said. “I’m not turning up my nose at pizza.”

After a while, the guys started heading to their rooms
or to classes, and Devon gave my hand a squeeze. “Feel like coming up to my
room?” he asked me in that perfect, not-quite-a-whisper that always sent
shivers down my spine. I grinned and nodded.

“It’s a long way back to the dorms, and it’s already
really late,” I pointed out as we went up the stairs to the bedrooms.

“I think you should stay the night,” Devon told me,
pulling me close as we came to his door. He kissed me hungrily on the lips, his
hands wandering all over my body, and I could feel the tension in him. More
than once in the evening I had caught him looking at me, a little flicker of
desire in his eyes, in his smile, a hint of it in the way he squeezed my hand;
I had been distracted all night by thoughts of Kelly, but never so distracted
that I hadn’t started feeling a little humming buzz of desire myself.

Devon opened the door to his room and I saw that he had
cleared out all the candles from the night before; there was one candle burning
on his desk, infusing the room with a heady, warm smell. Devon pulled me
through the door and closed it behind me, kissing me once more once we were
alone and private. His hands wandered all over my body, touching and teasing
and caressing, and after a moment’s hesitation—I still wasn’t entirely sure
what to do with myself in Devon’s company—my hands came to life as well,
trailing along his back and shoulders, kneading and massaging him where I could
feel little areas of tension as we kissed.

Devon pulled back from my lips, reaching out for
something on his bedside table; I chuckled as he found the remote and turned on
his stereo, filling the room with the sounds of Frank Turner—one of the
musicians I had mentioned to him that I liked. “You didn’t seriously download
that just for me, did you?” I asked Devon. He grinned.

“Well, it started out that way,” he admitted, kissing
along the column of my throat. “But he’s pretty good, you were right.” Devon
nipped along my neck playfully, his hands slipping up underneath my shirt,
tickling my ribs. He brought his lips back up to mine and kissed me until I was
breathless, his hands gliding
over
my
skin, moving up to cup my breasts through the fabric of my bra. Devon’s fingers
brushed against my nipples through the thin lace, teasing them until they
hardened into firm little nubs under his touch; I fumbled with the bottom of
his tee shirt, trying to find the hem, trying to drag it up along his back and
sides. Even though it had been less than a full week since I had lost my
virginity, I was eager to have as much sex as possible—as long as it was with
Devon.

I finally managed to pull Devon’s shirt over his head,
and he broke away from my lips long enough to tug my tee-shirt up along my ribs
as well, slipping it off of me with a little flourish and tossing it across the
room without almost any concern for where it landed. He cupped my breasts
again, bringing them up to meet his lips as he buried his face against me,
nuzzling. “God, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Devon murmured, tugging
the fabric of my bra down and bringing one of my nipples up to his lips. He
sucked and licked the firm little nub even as his fingers twisted and rolled
the other, sending jolts of hot, electric pleasure through my body that made me
shake and shiver. I touched him everywhere, my hands wandering and exploring
the planes of his back, the ridges of his spine, kneading the muscles in his
shoulders, moving up to his thick, curly hair to tangle there.

Devon lifted me up onto his bed and covered my body
with his own, quickly unhooking my bra in the back and guiding it away from my
skin. I squirmed and writhed underneath him, pushing my hips down as Devon
began to rock against me. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing
against my already-wet pussy, rubbing against me, sending little tingles of
pleasure through my body as we moved together, touching each other everywhere.
My clothes fell away and they only way that I knew about it was the feeling of
the warm air brushing my skin, the sensation of Devon’s hot skin against mine.

The music swirled around us, and I shivered as Devon
slipped one hand down between my legs, stroking my slick labia. “I love how wet
you get,
babe
,” Devon murmured, rubbing
me up and down, working his fingers deeper between my wet folds. “It’s so hot.”
I chuckled, pushing my hips down to meet Devon’s touch. I kissed along his
neck, up to his lips, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he stroked me,
turning me on more and more every moment. Devon found my clit by touch,
swirling his fingertips around the little bead of nerves, and I moaned out—no
longer aware even of the fact that there was anyone else in the house with me.

Devon slipped two fingers inside of me, and I reached
down between our bodies, pulling and tugging at the fly of his pants until I
got it open. I slid my hand underneath the waistband of Devon’s boxers,
reaching and shifting against his skin until I had his hard, hot cock in my
hand. I stroked him up and down even as Devon worked me with his fingers,
making it more and more difficult for me to think or even focus on what I was
doing. “You need to stop,” I said, chuckling between my panting gasps for
breath. “Or I’m never going to get you off.” Devon laughed, kissing me on the
lips.

“But the whole point is to get you off,” he told me,
rubbing my clit firmly with his thumb as his fingers rubbed along my inner
walls. “I can get off
anytime
, babe. I
want to see you come.” I moaned out, twisting my hips, my hand tightening on
his cock. Devon groaned against my neck, squirming out of his pants and boxers
somehow, even as he continued to work me.

Devon lifted himself up, pulling free of my grasp,
kissing me hungrily on my lips. “If you want us both to get off, we can make
that happen,” Devon told me, smiling against my skin.

“That—that sounds good,” I said, draping my legs
around his waist. Devon rocked his hips against mine, rubbing his hot, hard
cock along my slick labia. He brought his fingers away from my pussy, bringing
them up to his lips and licking them clean. Devon teased me relentlessly,
rubbing his cock against my soaking wet folds, the tip pressing against my clit
as we moved together.

Devon finally shifted against me, guiding his cock up
against my inner labia. He thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch,
pushing past the resistance of my body. “Oh—fuck, Devon,” I cried out, pushing
my hips down to meet his, taking him deeper.

“You like this?” Devon asked, pressing his hips up
against mine, holding me tightly. He began to move inside of me, pushing deeper
and deeper, rubbing along my inner walls. I touched and caressed him everywhere
I could reach, kissing his face, his neck, and his shoulder. Devon trailed his
lips all over, nipping and nibbling playfully, along my throat and down to my
breasts. Every movement of our bodies together sent more and more crackling,
electric pleasure through my nerves, turning me on more. I tightened my legs
around Devon’s waist, taking him deeper and twisting my hips as I fell into his
rhythm.

Devon began moving faster, pushing deeper and deeper
inside of my body, and I cried out as the tip of his cock rubbed up against my
g-spot, sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through me that made me almost
breathless. He reached down between our bodies and began to rub my clit in
counterpoint to his thrusts, and in a matter of moments, I couldn’t hold back
any longer. I clutched at Devon’s shoulders as if for life itself, continuing to
move with him as wave after wave of pleasure washed
over
me, obliterating any ability to think. I was barely even aware
of Devon’s body tensing against mine, of the feeling of his cock twitching
inside of me before I felt the feeling of his orgasm as he shuddered, thrusting
into me a few more hard, fast times.

Devon sank onto the bed next to me, wrapping his arms
around me tightly, nuzzling into my neck as the music continued to play; I had
barely even noticed that the playlist had shifted from one album to another
while we’d been having sex, but as I came out of the haze of pleasure that
overtook me, I found myself humming along to the lyrics.

In spite of how good a time I had had that night, I
couldn’t put Kelly out of my mind. As I lie in Devon’s arms, it was on the tip
of my tongue to mention the confrontation I’d had with my friend and roommate;
but I couldn’t make myself do it. I had no idea if Devon’s story had been
real—I wanted to believe that it was, but I had known Kelly for so long that I
thought that I owed it to her to give her the benefit of the doubt. I started
to fall asleep, exhausted, still wondering if there was any way I could get to
the bottom of the situation. It seemed completely impossible.

Chapter
Five

The next morning, I woke up still feeling
unsettled—but at least I was happy. I was still tender from the sex the night
before, but I was more satisfied than I could remember being at any other time
in my life. I smiled to myself; I knew I should leave—I had
class
to get to. But for just a moment, I
lingered in Devon’s bed. If I went back to the dorm, I’d have to deal with
Kelly; if I stayed right where I was, I could at least pretend to not care
about her, to not even remember what she had said and why I should be worried
about it.

But after the moment was over, I knew that I had to do
the same thing I had both the previous times I’d slept with Devon. As much as I
didn’t want to make a habit of abandoning him while he was still asleep, I
needed to get dressed, eat something, and get to class. I started to slip out
of Devon’s bed, looking around for my clothes; I grinned to myself at how
far-flung they had ended up around the room.

Just as I was about to get out of the bed, I felt
Devon’s hand close around my arm.
 
“Hey,”
Devon said sleepily. “Where are
you
going,
Jenny?” I giggled, turning to face him.

“I have to go to class,” I said.

“Not right this second, right?” Devon asked me,
raising an eyebrow. “You can at least spend a little time with me before you
have to run off.” I thought about it, looking at Devon’s alarm clock. I had
maybe about an hour and a half before my class started.

“I can stay for a while,” I said, slipping back into
bed with Devon. Devon pulled me close to him, kissing me. We cuddled together
for a long moment, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies.

“I’m glad I caught you,” Devon murmured, kissing me on
the lips. “I was afraid I was going to wake up again and you’d be gone.”

“I’m glad too,” I said, wrapping my arms around his
shoulders and pressing my body against his. I nuzzled against Devon’s neck,
breathing in the smell of his cologne, savoring the closeness.

“So what do you want for breakfast?” Devon asked me,
kissing me on the lips again. I laughed, rolling my eyes and pulling back from
him.

“I can’t have breakfast here,” I said, slipping free
of his arms. “I have to get ready and go to class.”

“Come on,” Devon said, pulling me back in close to
him. “Give me another kiss, and then run back to your dorm, get ready for
class, and come back here. I’ll make you the best breakfast you’ve had in
months.” I chuckled and slid out of Devon’s bed, shaking my head. I knew he’d
keep insisting—and I knew even more than I really did want to have breakfast
with him.

“Okay, okay,” I said, getting dressed quickly in my
clothes from the night before. I leaned over the bed and kissed Devon briefly
on the lips. “I will be back in maybe fifteen-twenty minutes. Make me
whatever
you want.” Devon hugged me and then
gave me a playful swat to the hip.

“Twenty minutes!” he reminded me as I headed for the
door.

I hurried out of the frat house as quietly as I could;
from what I could tell, no one else was awake yet—although at least this time,
I thought, I had nothing to be ashamed of if someone did run into me leaving. I
almost ran across campus to my dorm, fumbling with my key card at the entry. I
had managed to get my giddiness under control by the time I got to the dorm
room I shared with Kelly; I remembered that she would probably be there, though
I doubted she would be awake yet. I let myself into my room as quietly as
possible and closed the door behind me.