Hooped #5 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #5) (5 page)

But we were both so tired that we couldn’t keep
dancing for very long; we found a spot on one of the couches that wasn’t
stained or splattered with someone’s spilled drink—or, in one case, vomit—and
sat down, nursing our last drinks of the night as we looked around the room.
Just like the first night when we had met,
Devon
and I eventually started making fun of some of the drunker people at the party,
quietly between ourselves, giggling and chuckling at the antics of the students
and frat members. “Oh god, he is just hopeless,” Devon murmured to me, pointing
out a guy who was doing his absolute best to try and keep a girl’s attention.
The girl in question was absolutely drunk—on the verge of passing out
on
the shelving unit she had finally sat down
on. The girl was so far gone that she couldn’t have noticed the guy even if she
had wanted to.

“Oh—oh, look over there,” I said, directing Devon’s
attention to a couple who had come in together, and who were now fighting
bitterly. Neither Devon nor I could make out what the argument was about, but
the girl was waving her hands around, gesticulating wildly, and while her words
weren’t clear, she was shouting and shrieking with
tones
that could bend steel. We cuddled together on the couch,
shaking our heads at the drunken antics going on around us. I was tired down to
my bones, alcohol buzzing through my brain and making me even sleepier, and as
the party began to wind down, it was easier for me to think of just suggesting
we go to bed. I had no idea what time it was, but Devon pulled me off of the
couch, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “You’re about to fall asleep—don’t
want to do that here. They might draw on you, even with me sitting right there
to guard you.” I laughed, shaking my alcohol-fuzzy head, and followed him up
the stairs to his bedroom.

“This is like last time, too,” I said, giving his hand
a squeeze as we came to Devon’s door. Devon laughed, propelling me ahead of him
and closing the door behind us both.

“Except you’re no virgin anymore. And you’re all mine,
and I’m all yours.” He wrapped his arms around me tightly and kissed me,
finding the zipper on my dress by touch to help me start stripping down. I was
too tired to spur him to another session of lovemaking—but I was more than
happy to curl up in the bed with him, completely naked under the
blankets,
and rest my cheek on his chest as
sleep overtook me.

Chapter
Six

We spent Saturday morning in bed together, cuddling
and fooling around, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies as much as we
wanted. I had a slight hangover from the night before, but by the time Devon
and I both were ready to get out of bed to find something to eat, it had all
but evaporated, seemingly melted away under the heat of all the times that
Devon got me off—with his fingers, with his mouth, and finally with his cock.

“Hey,” he said, while we sat at the kitchen table,
eating egg sandwiches and hash browns he had made for us. “I was thinking—I
know the test is in a couple of days, but I was hoping you’d be okay with skipping
our session tonight.” I frowned; the test was on Monday—and while Devon was
doing really well, and making great progress, I didn’t like the idea of taking
even more of a break; we hadn’t studied the night before, either.

“Why do you want to take another night off?” I asked
warily. It was only too easy for me to imagine Devon slipping back into his old
ways. Devon grinned.

“Because I have a surprise for you tonight, and I
don’t think you’ll want to study during what I have planned.” I worried at my
bottom lip, torn between delight at the prospect of a
surprise
and worry that Devon wouldn’t be prepared enough for the
test on Monday. But he had brought his scores up in the individual sections so
much on the practice tests; surely one more night—especially if we made it up
the next day—wouldn’t be that much of a problem.

“Okay,” I said finally. “But it had better be a big
surprise if you think you’re going to justify taking another night off.” Devon
laughed.

“Oh, trust me,” he said, grinning his charming little
smile. “You’re going to love it so much that you won’t even be able to think
about studying.”

For the rest of the afternoon, Devon teased me about
the big surprise he had planned for me, giving me hints—that I might want to go
back to my dorm just long enough to find something nice to wear, that it was
going to be an all-night thing, jokes about what shoes I would wear—until I
finally shoved him onto the couch in the living room of the frat house and
tickled him relentlessly. “Tell me what it is!” I almost shouted, squirming on
top of him to keep Devon from throwing me off. Devon grabbed my hands in his,
stilling them, and shook his head, grinning up at me.

“I’ll tell you if you give me a kiss,” he said, his
dark eyes flashing. I rolled my eyes, grinning and giddy. I leaned in and
kissed him lightly on the lips, pulling back before he could distract me by
deepening the embrace.

“Okay—now tell me.” Devon laughed again, pulling my
body down against his. At the odd afternoon hour, the frat was nearly deserted;
the rest of the guys were either out at a game of one kind or another, or
enjoying drink specials at a bar, or doing something else that took them
off-campus. A few had even left before
Devon
and I had gotten up for the day to go home and visit their families.

“I’m taking you out for a really nice dinner, and a
movie,” Devon told me, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. He smiled
slowly. “You deserve a reward for being such a great tutor, and I thought it
would be great to reward you this way.” I looked down at him, smiling myself.

“God I’m so lucky,” I said, shaking my head in
disbelief. “You do know that I’d tutor you even if you didn’t reward me for it
other than by screwing my brains out, right?” Devon laughed out loud, pulling
me down against him, kissing me on the lips hungrily.

“Considering you didn’t even know I was planning this,
yes—I know,” he told me finally. “You’ve got two hours to get ready, babe.”

I spent a little more time cuddling and kissing Devon
before I finally pulled myself up and went into the bathroom. I had set aside
one or two really nice outfits when I’d packed to come and stay with him, so at
least I wouldn’t have to make a trip back to the dorms just for that. I took a
shower and decided that I would need to really look my absolute best—and
apparently, Devon thought the same way. While I was blowing my hair out and
putting my makeup on, Devon showered quickly and got dressed in a pair of dress
pants and a dress shirt, along with a tie.

Devon sat back in his room as soon as he was finished
getting ready, and I felt him watching me as I slipped into my dress; it was
dark blue, with a soft pink floral pattern scattered across it unobtrusively,
and long sleeves. I had a pair of low, navy blue heels to wear with it, and my
bra and underwear were practically invisible underneath. I stood before him as
I smoothed the dress down against my legs, smiling slightly. “God, you look
great, babe,” Devon said, his gaze trailing over me slowly, taking in every
inch of my body. “Not that you don’t always look good, but man.” He shook his
head in disbelief. I blushed, shrugging and checking my makeup in his mirror
quickly. I knew I looked amazing—that was the point.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I was shocked; even
though Devon had told me we were going somewhere nice, I was surprised to see
how nice the place was. The restaurant was certainly nowhere I would never
decide to go on my own—a French place called La Four, with a price tag that I
knew would be out of my normal reach even before I looked at the menu. Devon
held my hand as the hostess led us to our table, and as I looked around the
room, it was obvious to me that we were the youngest people in the building who
weren’t working there.

“How can you afford this?” I asked Devon in a whisper
as I looked over the menu. I tried to think in my head about how many hours I
would have to work—how much in tips I would have to make—in order to be able to
justify coming to a restaurant like this. All of my money went to cover my costs
at the school; all of the things that my grants and scholarships didn’t cover,
like books and lab materials and food. Devon shrugged, smiling slowly.

“I’ve had a lot of time on my hands during my
suspension,” he said. “So I took a little side-job. One of the guys works
for
a restaurant in the
offseason
, and he got me a gig washing dishes and bussing tables.”
I shook my head in disbelief, smiling to myself. “I made just enough to take
you out for a great dinner and a movie—and as soon as I get back on the team, I
can work whenever they need me but I don’t really need the money.”

We ordered foie
gras
and
escargots for our hors
d’
oeuvre, giggling
slightly to ourselves at the fact that while we knew what those things were,
neither of us had ever tried them before. I had steak au
poivre
for my entrée—at Devon’s insistence—while he had duck, and for dessert, we
shared a soufflé. I had never had a meal so rich, so delicious in my life;
while the idea of eating liver had never sounded particularly great to me, the
foie
gras
was like meaty butter on the crispy
toast—absolutely amazing, with a lingering taste of some rich, aromatic
alcohol. The escargots were better than I expected, and the steak with its
creamy pepper sauce and French fries tasted so good that I could barely believe
that it only had a handful of ingredients. Devon and I shared bites of our food
with each other, and I tried duck for the first time; while I liked my steak
better, I couldn’t deny that Devon’s meal was absolutely as delicious as mine.

By the time we left the restaurant, I was so
thoroughly stuffed with food that I couldn’t even imagine getting any kind of
snacks at the movie theater. Devon bought us tickets for an action-comedy,
joking with me that since it was my date night, he would insist that we had to
watch some weepy romance until I gave him a playful punch to the shoulder. He
bought us both sodas and we piled into our seats at the back, giggling and
still amazed at the dinner we’d just had.

I barely paid any attention to the movie at all, and I
knew that Devon didn’t see much more of it than I did; we were both so
interested in each other, so keyed up and eager to get back to the frat house
and be alone together that I almost suggested to him that the movie had been a
bad idea—we weren’t getting our money’s worth. But I was happy to sit with him
in the darkness, giggling and whispering to each other, teasing each other with
sly little touches every few minutes and talking about what little of the
movie’s plot we both managed to take in. Eventually we gave up completely on
the pretext of watching the movie and took advantage of the fact that we were
the only two people in the back row, plunged
into
the darkest depths of the theater, to make out, pulling up the
armrest
that separated us.

“We could have had sex right there,” Devon said as we
walked out at the end of the movie, hand in hand, “and apart from you making
noises, no one would have ever known.” I laughed, tingling all over, my whole
body hot with the need to get Devon alone once more—truly alone, in his room,
naked in my arms.

“We could have just timed it so that all my moaning
was during the loud parts,” I pointed out, although I’d never really been
interested in having sex in public. Devon gave my hand a squeeze and helped me
into his car, stopping to give me another long, lingering kiss on the lips.

I was almost trembling
with
pent-up
desire by the time Devon parked
his car along the street leading to the frat house, letting me out of the
passenger side and taking my hand. I was already so wet that I was soaking
through my panties, my skin tingling and my nerves crackling with lust. Devon
and I breezed through the living room, all but ignoring the other guys in the
frat who greeted us, barely even giving them a wave as we went up the stairs to
his room. He closed the door behind us and pinned me against it, kissing me
hungrily, his hands wandering over my body with greedy need, and I knew he was
every bit as turned on as I was.

I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against
me as I deepened the kiss, letting my hands trail over his shoulders, along his
back. Devon broke away from my lips after a few moments, kissing and nipping
along the column of my throat as I panted and gasped for breath. His hands slid
along my sides, around to my back, feeling for the zipper on my dress. “Fuck,
babe,” Devon murmured against my skin. “I have been thinking about this all
night, ever since you put this dress on.” I chuckled breathlessly, threading my
fingers
through
his hair, pulling and
tugging slightly as I squirmed and writhed against the hard door.

Devon finally found my zipper and tugged it down along
my spine, making me shiver at the feeling of cold wood against my hot skin. He
peeled the fabric down over my arms, along my waist, letting it fall to my
feet, and as he pulled back to admire me in my bra and panties, I felt myself
blushing in spite of the fact that he had seen me naked so many times before.
“Hey,” I said, swallowing against the tightness in my throat. “You’re still dressed.
That’s not fair.” I reached out, grabbing the knot on his tie, and pulled him
back to me, kissing him eagerly as I loosened the tie. Devon’s hands slid and
slipped all along my body, cupping my breasts and then drifting down to my
hips. He nipped and nibbled at my bottom lip playfully, pulling me free of the
door and guiding me towards the bed.