Hooped (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #1) (3 page)

As we talked more and more, I couldn’t help but notice
how hot Devon was. I knew he was gorgeous, and I’d seen him before—it wasn’t
like he was a complete and total stranger—but up close, especially with the
lingering alcohol in my system, he was even better. What put it over the edge was
that he was talking to me and me alone; Devon didn’t even seem interested in
finding another girl to talk to, even though I saw more than a few girls
hesitating near the loveseat while we chatted, trying to get his attention
without being obvious about it.

“Hey,” Devon said, as we started to trail off. “Do you
want something to drink? I just realized I’m thirsty.” He grinned at me.

“Sure,” I said. “My buzz is starting to wear off
anyway.”

“Can’t have that! Not at a Phi Kappa party, anyway.”
Devon lifted a hand in the air and waved it
around,
and one of his brothers staggered up to the loveseat. “Is there any more of the
punch left or is it trashed already?”

“Jeremy made some a little while ago. I think there’s
still some left.”

“Grab me
a beer
and get a cup of punch for this pretty thing here,” Devon said. I laughed as
the frat brother staggered off quickly to obey.

“You run this place, don’t you?” Devon laughed,
shrugging.

“I’m senior to him. It’s part of his job as a new
member of the frat to listen to me.” A few minutes later, the same brother, his
toga falling down around his waist, brought our drinks, and Devon thanked him,
pointing out the dancing drunk girl and suggesting that with the other guy
passed out, he could probably distract her.

Our conversation turned into flirting, and I felt
myself warming up from the inside out. The second batch of punch tasted better
than the first, though I still knew better than to ask what was in it while I
teased Devon about his status in the frat, and he teased me about my
“schoolgirl look.”

“Yeah, well, not all of us are
badasses
like you,” I countered. “How many tattoos do you even have?” Devon chuckled and
took off his shirt, showing them off for me. The more we talked, the more into
him I got; I let him pull me closer to him while we sipped our drinks, and when
his hands started to wander, I didn’t stop him. I knew—without having
to think
about it—that if Devon suggested we go
somewhere private, I’d be more than happy to go with him. In spite of the fact
that I’d always sort of planned to lose my virginity to someone I was in a
long-term relationship with, I had been thinking ever since college that it
didn’t really matter that much; as long as it was with someone who was good in
bed, why should I hesitate? I hoped that Devon would make a move.

Chapter
Three

The party was beginning to wind down more and more,
and I was starting to get tired again; not in the irritated way I’d been
before, but since it was after two in the morning, I was ready to either go
back to the dorms or otherwise curl up somewhere. I had started to lose hope
that Devon was interested in me beyond just having someone to talk to; it was
still nice to talk to him, and I was having a great time, but I was a little
bummed that he wasn’t into me.

I found out how wrong I was, though; just when I was
about to say I was going to go ahead and head back to the dorms, Devon leaned
in close, brushing his lips against mine. For a moment I was too startled to
react, but after just a few heartbeats, as Devon began to deepen the kiss, I
found myself kissing him back, reaching out to wrap my arms around his
shoulders. Devon’s tongue slid past my lips, and his hands started to roam over
my body slowly, touching me everywhere. I moaned against his mouth, arching
into his touches, getting hotter and hotter, more and more turned on.

Devon nibbled on my bottom lip, pulling back from the
kiss for just a moment before plunging back in. I was barely even aware of the
fact that we were still in a public place—I was too turned on to care. I
pressed up against Devon; I could already feel my pussy starting to get wet, my
body heating up as Devon’s hands trailed over me, cupping my breasts through
the fabric of my clothes and moving down to my hips. “Let’s get out of here,”
he suggested, breaking away from my lips just barely. “Let’s go up to my room.”
He pulled back, meeting my gaze. For a second I couldn’t even understand what
he’d said—my mind was foggy with alcohol and desire. But then I nodded as his
words filtered through my brain.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling slightly, breathless, “Sure.
Lead the way.”

Devon stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me gently
to my feet. He grinned at me as he led me to the stairs; everyone else in the
room—the few people still partying—was completely oblivious, or maybe they
didn’t care. My heart started beating faster in my chest as we went up the
stairs; I wondered if I should tell Devon that I was a virgin, that I’d never
had sex before. I’d fooled around with guys before—but I’d never “gone all the
way.”

I followed Devon down the hallway, my heart
beating
but my body still tingling with desire.
“Devon,” I said, breathless with desire coursing through me. “I—I have to tell
you something.” Devon paused, his hand reaching out to one of the doorknobs.

“What’s up?” he asked, looking at me with concern in
his dark eyes.

“Can…can we go in first? It’s kind of private.” Devon
nodded, opening the door. He propelled me into his bedroom, closing the door
behind
us
and pulled me into his arms
quickly, kissing me again. I felt my desire flaring up, making me hot and
tingly all over.

“What did you want to tell me?” Devon asked, barely
breaking away from my lips.

“It’s…mmm, it’s not important,” I said, shaking my
head and smiling at him. Devon wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again,
his hands trailing over my body slowly. I pressed my body against
his
, and I could feel the hard ridge of his
cock as I squirmed and writhed against him.

Devon broke away from my lips and began to kiss
along
my neck, his hands sliding along my
waist, around to my back, seeking the zipper on my dress. I tugged at the hem
of his tee shirt, pulling it up along his abdomen, past his ribs; Devon barely
pulled away from my neck while I got the fabric over his head. I felt the
zipper sliding down along my back, felt my dress loosen, and shivered with
anticipation as Devon slid the straps down over my shoulders, tugging at my
skirt to pull it down over my hips.

In what seemed like seconds, I was in nothing more
than a bra and panties, my shoes and the rest of my clothes on the floor; I
fumbled at the fly of Devon’s jeans, my hands clumsy as he brought his lips
back up to mine. I moaned against Devon’s lips as he cupped my breasts in his
hands, squeezing them through the fabric of my bra; my nipples hardened into
tight little nubs, straining to his touch, and somehow—without knowing how—I
managed to get Devon’s jeans down over his hips.

Devon lifted me up onto his bed, pressing me
onto
my back; I realized, irrelevantly, that
his bed was actually made, instead of the mess that I would have
expected,
and broke away from Devon’s lips,
laughing breathlessly. “What’s up?” Devon asked, half-smiling in confusion.

“You make your bed,” I explained, shaking my head in
amused confusion. Devon chuckled, kicking his jeans the rest of the way down
his legs. I bit my bottom lip, staring at the sight of him in nothing more than
his boxer-briefs; I could see the outline of his hard cock straining at the
fabric. It looked to me like it was really big—and I wondered again if I should
tell him that I was a virgin.

“Like what you see, Jenn?” Devon asked with a little
grin, and I nodded. I did like it—I liked it a lot, in fact. He climbed onto
the bed, covering my body with
his
and
brought his lips down
to
mine once more.
Devon’s hands wandered everywhere, touching and caressing
me
like he wanted to memorize every curve of my
body by touch. He tugged the fabric of my bra down, exposing my breasts, and I
gasped as he rolled and twisted my nipples between his fingers, sending jolts
of pleasure through my body.

Devon rocked his hips against mine, rubbing the hard
ridge of his cock against me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing
him hungrily. I pushed my hips down against his, eager to feel him inside of me;
suddenly any doubts I may have had about losing my virginity were absolutely
gone—I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. Devon broke away from my lips,
giving me a playful nip just below my jaw before bringing my breasts up to his
mouth. I cried out as he claimed each of my nipples in turn, sucking and
licking, worshiping me with his lips and tongue. I squirmed and writhed
underneath him, grabbing at Devon’s broad, muscled shoulders and pushing my
hips down against his, rubbing myself against him. Devon switched from one
breast to the other, sending crackling jolts of electricity through my body,
his tongue flickering against each of my nipples until I was sure I couldn’t
take it anymore.

When Devon broke away, I heard myself whimpering—needy
and ready for more—and he chuckled lowly, kissing me quickly on the lips. “You’re
sure you want this,” Devon murmured, not quite making it a question. His hand
slid down along my body, between my legs, just barely touching my
already slick
pussy through the thin fabric of
my panties.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said, breathless. Devon began to
stroke and
rubbed
me more and more
firmly, working his fingers along my folds. I was soaking wet—and I caught the
flicker of pleased amusement in his eyes as he looked at me, somehow finding my
clit by touch. I gasped and shivered as he rubbed me, twisting my hips to get
better contact even as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, more and more
turned on.

I reached down,
half distracted
by the crackling pleasure coursing through my nerves, and wrapped my hand
around Devon’s cock through his underwear; I wanted to tease him just like he
was teasing me—but I couldn’t quite focus as I began to stroke him up and down.
Devon moaned, nipping almost roughly at my shoulder. He tugged at the thin,
lacy fabric of my panties, pulling it down and aside, and I let out a sound
somewhere between a cry and a gasp as I felt his bare skin against mine, his
fingers sliding along my inner labia before moving back up to my clit.
“Fuck, Jenn, you’re so wet,” Devon murmured, dragging
his lips along my neck.
“You have no idea how hot that is.” I chuckled,
low and breathless, squirming to his touch.

I slid my hand underneath the waistband of Devon’s
boxer-briefs, trying to keep my focus on something other than what he was doing
to me. I smiled to myself as I wrapped my hand around his hot, hard cock,
feeling him shudder just a little bit. I rubbed my thumb against the tip of him
as I stroked him up and down, marveling a little at how big he was in my hand.
Oh god,
I thought in the back of my
mind.
He’s going to know right away, as
soon as we get to the main event.

In fact, he knew before that; I felt his finger slide
into me and moaned out, pushing my hips down. Devon pulled back from me
slightly, wriggling his finger just a little bit and looking down at me with a
little bit of concern in his dark eyes. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked
me,
though he didn’t quite stop rubbing
my clit with his thumb. For a moment, feeling his fingers rubbing me, sliding along
my inner walls, I couldn’t speak—it felt too good. “Jenn?” I smiled nervously.

“Y-yes, I am,” I admitted, hesitating a little bit in
the midst of stroking him. “Is—is that okay? I mean…” Devon chuckled, kissing
me on the lips.

“It just means I have to be twice as good as usual,”
he said
with a growl
, moving his finger
in and out of me slowly. “Set the bar really high.” I laughed in spite of how
nervous I felt, my breath catching in my throat as Devon slid a second finger
inside of me. I whimpered, my hips moving automatically, my whole body tingling
with hot and cold waves of pleasure. “And you have to tell me if you need me to
slow down, okay Jenn?” Devon’s breathless voice was low and almost worried in
my ear.

“Okay,” I said, not even entirely sure what I
agreed
to. Devon’s fingers inside of me, his
thumb working away at my clit, made it impossible for me to think, impossible
for me to even focus on stroking him. He tugged my panties the rest of the way
down, thrusting his fingers faster inside of me, wriggling and curling them
until he brushed up against my g-spot. I cried out, arching up off of the bed,
grabbing at his shoulders; it felt as if a white-hot electric shock had worked
through me—and I wanted more. Devon chuckled lowly at my reaction, kissing me
all over my face and neck, and made me shiver as he brushed against my g-spot
every few thrusts of his fingers, bringing me quickly to the edge of orgasm.

He swirled his thumb around my clit relentlessly,
working both of my pleasure centers at the same time, and I began stroking him
harder and faster as I tried to hold back, wanting to savor how good it felt; I
could feel Devon’s
precum
flowing freely, slick
against my hand, his cock twitching between my fingers as he became more and
more turned on as well. Devon pushed my hand away gently, working me faster and
faster with his other hand, and I couldn’t have held back any longer no matter
how much I wanted to—even if my life had depended on it. I felt my fluids
gushing around his fingers as every muscle in my body tensed, the first wave of
pleasure crashing through me.
 
I panted
and cried out as my orgasm intensified; Devon
showed
no signs of letting up, his fingers working me steadily as wave after wave of
sensation crackled through my nervous system, blotting out all thought.