Playboy Princes: A Dark College Romance(22)

It was like he was handing me my every dream in a single package, but I was a realist— there was no way this wasn’t going to explode in my face eventually.

Did I care though?

Staring into his sexy-as-fuck face, his arms braced behind him on his bed, drawing attention to the heavy muscles, it occurred to me I might be slightly shallow and selfish because in this second, I wanted to give it all a shot.

And if it blew up in my face, I’d handle it like I did with Alex. By beating the shit out of Rafe.

“What did you need to tell me?” I asked Jordan, standing up to aim for a casual lean on his dresser, trying to draw some normalcy back into this moment.

He stood, too, and moved toward me. And because I was turned on, not threatened, I didn’t step back. I let him press that fine-as-fuck body against mine, and I swallowed hard at the roar of lust slamming into me. “I told you,” he murmured, leaning down so his lips were scraping across my jawline. “We need to give this a shot. No promises. No commitments. Just… see how it goes.”

My pussy clenched at those drawled words and the obvious lust in his voice.

“I also have an idea about how to deal with Alex, but… I’ll tell you after.”

“After what?” I asked breathlessly.

He lifted his head back, a wicked smile across full lips, and I gasped as his mouth slammed into mine. For a moment, I stood frozen in shock. Not that I hadn't seen it coming—I wasn't fucking dense—but just... wow. That kiss we'd shared after the fight, after I'd been fucked six ways to Sunday by his best friend, had been overshadowed by everything else going on. And then the one in the hallway… that had really been about erasing Alex.

This though, this was just about me and Jordan.

"Is this... okay?" he asked, pulling back a fraction of an inch. "Did I totally misread the signals here?"

"No!" I blurted out, then cringed. "I mean, yes, totally okay and no, you didn't misread signals. Sorry, my brain was just taking a second to, um, go all girly and shit. Can we try that again?" My cheeks were hot with embarrassment, and a tiny wave of panic flooded through me that I'd totally killed the moment. But Jordan just grinned and cupped my neck with his hand, threading his fingertips into my hair.

"We can try that again as many times as you want, Violet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to kiss you."

This time when his mouth met mine, I wasn't fucking around. I kissed him back with all the pent-up tension I'd been feeling for him since that night he’d first shown an interest. Longer. If I was being totally honest with myself, every interaction I'd had with the New American prince had been fanning my crush hotter since the day we'd met.

My hands were all over him, pushing and pulling, desperate to touch him freaking everywhere, and our clothes were just getting in the way. Obviously, they had to go.

"Violet," he moaned against my mouth when I started unbuttoning his shirt. He'd already ditched the tie and blazer somewhere—if he'd even worn them at all today—so it was just the crisp white shirt and navy blue trousers in the way of what I wanted.

I grinned into his kiss, nipping playfully at his tongue, then sucking on his lower lip until he groaned again. "Jordan," I replied, teasing. My voice was low and breathy, drenched in lust.

He pulled back just an inch, cupping my face and peering into my eyes for an extended breath, before shaking his head. "I should do the responsible thing and put the brakes on this... ask you out on a real date and do things the right way..." He trailed off as I started kissing the side of his neck, nibbling at his bronzed skin.

"The right way sucks," I commented, humming as I sucked his neck hard enough to leave a mark. It was a bit juvenile, I'd admit, but a primal part of me wanted to mark him, even if no one could know it was me.

Jordan released a quick breath as he lifted me by the waist and perched my ass on his dresser. He crushed his body closer, and I let out a noise of excitement and encouragement as his hard length ground against my core. "Yeah, you're right," he replied in a whisper. "Fuck that."

I laughed as our clothes found the floor in what could have been record speed, leaving me in just my bra and panties and Jordan in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Needless to say, they left nothing to the imagination, and I was practically panting with the need to feel him inside me.

"Holy shit, you're perfect," he murmured reverently as his hands skimmed my curves and his eyes devoured every inch of me. "This is a bit surreal, Violet."

I nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "You're telling me," I whispered. "If it weren't for Alex, I'd think I was living in a fairytale."

Jordan claimed my lips again, kissing me slower this time, but the ripples of heat it sent searing through my body were lighting me up like an electrical storm. My legs had found their way around his waist like an independent action, and I shifted my hips, grinding against him.

He made a pained groan, then shifted his grip to the backs of my thighs, lifting me from his dresser and spinning us around. Two steps across the room and then my back hit the mattress with Jordan settled between my thighs.

"It could still be a fairytale," he told me, shuffling down my body and hooking his thumbs through the sides of my panties. I just wriggled my hips, urging him to take them off, and thankfully he obliged.

It wasn't until he'd stripped them off my legs and tossed them aside that I found the brainpower to reply. "How so? I can safely say he's no Prince Charming."

Jordan chuckled, sliding his palms up my naked thighs and spreading my legs apart. The intensity of his gaze on my pussy was almost tangible, and I squirmed with need.

"Just think of him as your evil stepmother," he suggested, bending his head to lay a kiss on my inner thigh. I sucked in a sharp gasp, his hot breath teasing me like nothing I'd ever experienced before, but I gripped the sheets and waited, rather than forcefully slamming my cunt onto his face. That'd just be rude.

"Or an ugly stepsister," I muttered, amused at the analogy. "I guess that works."

"Mm-hmm," Jordan hummed, placing his mouth against my core and licking the length of me in a way that made my heart stop and my back arch. "But in your fairytale, your prince charming doesn't give you lame gifts like glass slippers."

I was almost past the point of words. Almost. One of my hands threaded into his hair, and I moaned when his mouth found my clit, sucking it between his teeth.

"What do I get instead, then?" I asked in a panting whisper.

Jordan looked up at me from between my thighs, his eyes full of wicked mirth. "Multiple orgasms, my princess."

"Oh," I gasped, my lids flickering closed as he slid a finger inside me, perfectly harmonizing with his mouth on my clit. "Yeah, that works for me."

Jordan laughed one of those totally masculine, self-satisfied kind of laughs, then went to work becoming my prince charming.

"Are you okay?" he teased some minutes later, kissing my stomach as he shifted out of the death grip my thighs had pinned him in throughout my orgasm. I'd wriggled out of my bra at some point, and he sucked gently on my nipple next.

I groaned, pulling him up to lie beside me so I could kiss his lips. He still tasted of me, but it was hot. It reminded me of the way he'd just eaten me out like I was his last meal on earth. Fucking. Incredible.

"Okay doesn't even scratch the surface," I whispered back. My voice was hoarse from the screaming I'd just done... but we'd only just started. I skated my fingertips down his chest, stroking all the hard planes and ridges of his muscles until I reached the elastic waistband of his briefs. "My turn."

I freed his throbbing cock from his underwear, shoving them out of the way with one hand while stroking him with the other. Jordan hissed through his teeth as my thumb circled his tip, smearing his slick fluid around and stroking at the tight ridge under the cap.

I loved the reactions I was getting out of him. Even when he'd been going down on me, his body had been so clearly responding, and it was a heady, powerful feeling.

Shuffling down the bed, I placed a hand on his tight abs, pushing him flat so I could take him in my mouth. My tongue repeated the motions my thumb had just taken, then I sucked him in deep. Jordan moaned, his hips bucking up to meet my motions, and I gripped his base, stroking in time with my mouth until he cursed loudly.

"What?" I asked, giving him a mischievous grin while my hand kept pumping his shaft. I was kneeling between his legs, my ass in the air as I sucked him, but the pained look on his face made me curious. Especially when he indicated over my shoulder.

I turned my head to look at what he was pointing at, then snickered a laugh. Somehow I'd managed to position myself directly in front of his mirror, so while I went down on him, he could see everything from behind.

"Nope," he grunted, "that's too much torture."

He gripped my arms and tugged me up the bed, flipping me over onto my back and settling between my thighs again. This time, though, there were no clothes to get in the way.

"Violet," he breathed, meeting my eyes with such intensity it hurt my fucking soul. "Fuck, I need you."

I hitched my hips, gasping as his tip found my entrance, but he didn't push forward.