Boarded by Love (11 page)

“That’s hot,” he says, running his finger along my brown mole that is under my boob.

“Sure it is,” I say, smacking his hand away.

He smiles, bringing my hand up and biting my fingertip. I take in a deep breath as he says, “It is.”

Before I can answer or tell him he’s crazy, he’s kissing down my throat, my breasts, my stomach, and when his mouth settles between my legs, I almost come off the bed. Biting down on my lip, I scream internally as he assaults my pussy like he owns it, and at that moment, he does. My whole body is blistering hot; sweat drips down my temple into my hair, and I try not to scream, but I’m not doing a very good job of it. When my body seizes, he doesn’t let up. He ruthlessly licks my clit until I’m crying out so loud, I’m sure that people across campus hear me.

“Fuck, you’re so loud. It’s making me so fucking hard,” he says, standing and chucking his pants off and to the side. When his huge, hard dick springs out toward me, I can see why all the girls on campus love Jude Sinclair.

“Holy huge penis, batman.”

He laughs and my face turns red. I can’t believe I just said that, but my filter is clouded with lust. Reaching out, I take his huge dick and cover it with my mouth, stopping his laughter. Taking a step toward me, he pushes his dick farther in my mouth. I suck him in and out of my mouth quickly. All of a sudden, though, my hair falls along my shoulders from where he undid my clip as I lick and tease him like he did me. I’m a little rusty since I haven’t given head in a really long time, but the noises he’s making are promising and fuel me to go faster as his fingers tangle in my hair. I can feel him about to come and I’m excited for it, but before he can, he pulls himself from my mouth and shakes his head.

“I want to be in you.”

“Condom though, right?” I ask with my brows brought in.

He nods as he reaches for his jeans, pulling his wallet out. “Of course, baby.”

Why did I just swoon? Lying back on the bed, I watch as he sheathes himself before covering my body with his. Cupping me behind my knees, he brings my legs back before directing himself toward my wet center. Before he can go in though, I say, “I haven’t been with anyone in three years.”

I’m not 100% sure why I said that, but something possessive burns in his eyes and he nods slowly. “I’ll take it easy, but I’m not gonna lie, Claire. I’ve been around, but that stops after this.”

Then he enters me and lights go off behind my eyes. He’s too big or I’m too small, and I want to say stop from the burning sensation between my legs, but then he pulls out slowly, going back in again, and it starts to feel good with each thrust. Soon he’s causing another orgasm within me and I’m thrashing beneath him. Pressing down on my legs, he drops his mouth to mine, kissing the stuffing out of me as he thrusts into me so gently but at the same time hard. It’s insane and feels oh so great.

When my body tightens around him, he groans, dropping his head to mine as he continues to thrust inside me. “Fuck, you are so damn tight, baby,” he whispers against my lips.

My nails dig into his ass as he picks up speed, our bodies slapping together, and then he slams into me one last time, a guttural sound leaving his lips as he falls on top of me, going completely limp. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath, our hearts both beating out of control but together at the same time. Turning his face, he smiles at me before pressing his lips to the side of my mouth.

“I knew you were a game changer, Claire Anderson.”

I grin as I look over at him, meeting his lazy gaze. “And I knew you were trouble.”

Kissing me again, he says, “The good kind of trouble, the kind that gives you multiple orgasms and feeds you.”

I giggle. “True, and I am kinda hungry.”

“Good, me too. Let’s go get Waffle House.”

I eye him and ask, “Why Waffle House?”

“’Cause it’s my favorite. Do you not like it?”

I’m breathless. It’s not every day you find someone whose favorite restaurant is Waffle House. It’s more of a drunk spot to eat at, but I love everything about it.

And so does Jude.

I just slept with Jude.

And we both love Waffle House and have just had unbelievable sex.

As I look into his eyes, he waits for my answer, and I can’t help but think that if he doesn’t want to see me after we eat, I could be a little heartbroken. Somehow, somewhere, sometime, I kinda developed some kind of hard-core, stupid crush on this guy who is nothing but trouble. A womanizing hockey player with a one-way ticket out of here. While I want to regret this, I can’t muster up the feeling.

All I feel is amazing.

And I want so much more.

Swallowing loudly at the realization that Jude has completely rocked my world, I bite into my lip before saying, “It’s my favorite, too.”

With a wink, he kisses my nose before slowly removing himself from my body. “Good, let’s get dressed and go, unless you want to cuddle or something.”

I smile as I sit up. “Do you cuddle, Hey Jude?”

He shoots me a grin. “No, but I will if you want to.”

I eye him as I ask, “Do you say that to all the girls you mess with?”

Disposing of the condom in the trash can by my desk, he shakes his head, looking back at me. “Nope, not a single one.”

He then comes to me and I watch his sexy, naked body move and flex with each step he takes. His legs are a thing of beauty, hockey legs, and the rest of his body is beautiful too. I’ve always been attracted to hot legs and abs. I love abs and Jude has abs on top of abs, just like Skylar said.

Reaching out, he takes my chin in his hand, tipping my head back to look at him. “Didn’t I tell you that you were a game changer?”

“You did, but I don’t know what that means,” I say, covering his hand with my own, while my other comes out to rest against his hip.

Grinning, he leans down, running his nose along mine before whispering, “Then I’ll have to show you.”

M
y body is still humming.

And as soon as my lips touch hers again, leaving isn’t an option. I have to have her again. Dragging my mouth from hers, I nibble down her jaw, her neck, before sucking and biting on her sweet, full tits. Her body is perfect. She has a sexy hourglass shape to her and it’s mouthwatering, causing me to hope my time with her never runs out. While she thinks her mole is ugly, I think it complements her body and turns me on as I run my nose along it, kissing each of her ribs before nibbling on her hip bone. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I suck in a deep breath from the sensation.

“I thought we were gonna eat?”

“Well, I’m gonna eat you, and then we can go,” I say before running my tongue up the slit of her perfect, glistening pussy. “That is, if you can walk.”

“So cocky,” she teases, and I grin as I run my tongue along her thigh. I’ve seen many girls naked, had a lot of them in my mouth, but there is something very pristine about Claire’s pussy. It’s beautiful, sweet, and bare. She has freckles that dust along the inside of her thighs and along her sweet folds. I want to trace each one with my tongue and get lost between her legs for the rest of my life.

I don’t know what happened in this dorm room, but I know I’ll never have enough of her.

Dipping my tongue inside her, I finger her entrance as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She squeals underneath me, her breathing so quick and fast as she digs her nails into my shoulders. Usually that’s a turnoff, but I love it when Claire does it. Sometimes, I think girls do it to mark me, but with Claire, I know she’s doing it out of pure ecstasy. Opening her folds, I suck her clit into my mouth, making her squirm before I start to fuck her ruthlessly with my tongue. I look at her, her hands gripping her sweet tits, her back arching as she bites into her lip to keep from screaming. I can’t wait to get her back to my place; there she can scream all she wants and no one can say anything.

Going faster, I quickly ignore the fact that I’ve never slept with a girl twice. The anticipation to do this all over again, to feel her sweet, tight pussy wrapped around my cock has my eyes crossing. I can’t wait, and I have no remorse in knowing that I’m giving up my lifestyle for this girl without even knowing what her favorite color is. I don’t care. I just want to be with her. When she suddenly screams out, her nails biting into my skin, I watch as she seizes up, my name falling from her lips as she shatters under my mouth.

It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

And everything I was just thinking is set in stone.

Claire Anderson is the girl for me.

Forty minutes later, I fall into the booth beside Claire, my arm coming up and around her shoulders to hold her closer. Her lips are swollen, her face pink, and she looks so damn good in her hoodie and leggings that she put on quickly so I wouldn’t have to wait. Not that I mind waiting. Her hair is in a mess on her head, and I want her to put it down. She’s so gorgeous when it’s framing her face and she’s coming, screaming my name.

Man, I’m in deep.

Running my nose along her temple, I tease her ear as she tries to look at the menu. She giggles, trying to pull away, but she isn’t trying hard enough. She likes it. She likes me. I know she does.

“You don’t know what you’re getting?”

She grins as she flips the menu over and then back. “Can’t seem to find a big serving of Hey Jude Sinclair – they must not carry it.”

I grin, nipping at her earlobe as I whisper, “I’m sure we can arrange some for dessert.”

Turning her head, she brushes her nose along mine, kissing my bottom lip before whispering, “What about after dessert?”

I pull back some, meeting her shy gaze. “I mean, if you want me for another go, I’m down, baby.”

She smiles as her face warms with color. “While, yes I do, I actually meant like tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.”

“Oh,” I say as I nod slowly, but before I can answer, she shakes her head.

“Ack, I sound like one of those needy girls who need some kind of reassurance that you’ll do me later. Ew. Sorry, that’s so not me or how I act. Can we start over? I meant to say I hope we can do it again… No, I didn’t mean that ’cause that means I expect it, and that’s not… Well, maybe, but shit, oh my God, I’m rambling, stop me,” she says quickly, and I oblige by taking her sweet mouth with mine.

She melts against me as I hold her close with my arm. Pulling back, I smile before kissing the side of her mouth. “Rambling Claire is cute.”

“She’s annoying, hence why she doesn’t come out much. You bring out weird things in me.”

“Good,” I say just as the waitress comes up. We order the same All-Star Meal and then fall lower in the booth, cuddling into each other. While sometimes sex leads to cuddling with girls, I usually find an out. But here, wrapped in the warmth that Claire is giving me, I don’t want an out. I love the feel of her. My hand lazily plays along her arm and her hair smells so damn good. Something girlie and expensive I think because I usually don’t smell something so alluring. Then again, maybe it’s just Claire.

When she glances up at me, I grin and she smiles back as her face warms. “Shit, Jude, I’m all girlie around you. It’s disgusting.”

I chuckle as I hug her tighter against me. “I think it’s adorable. Please continue. I love the color on your face. It matches your hair, which, by the way,” I say as I lower my voice, “I was curious on your real hair color, but I got no clue, still. Care to fill me in?”

She laughs as she shakes her head. “It’s blond.”

I try to picture her as a blonde, but it doesn’t fit. “I can’t see it.”

“Maybe I’ll show ya a picture one day. It’s more of a strawberry blond, but I’ve been dyeing my hair this color for years. Sometimes I’ll do black tips or something else crazy.”

“I love your hair. Don’t get me wrong, but why do you dye it?”

“To be different. I want to people to see me.”

“You don’t come off as an attention whore, though.”

She smiles as she nods. “I’m not now, but I didn’t have the best childhood, and because of it, I wanted people to see me, notice me, so I did everything I could to make people look at me. Wore dirty, naughty clothes, shaved my head up one side at one point and… Oh my God, why am I telling you this?”