The Deal (Off Campus #1)(47)

I have never told anyone about this before. Not Logan or Tuck. Not even  Birdie, the master of keeping secrets. Anything related to my father, I  keep to myself. Because the sad truth is, too many people out there  would be tempted to sell the story to make a few bucks. It's not that I  don't trust my friends, I do, but when you've already been disappointed  by the one person you're supposed to trust most in your life, you're not  exactly keen on giving people any kind of ammunition over you.

But I trust Hannah. I have faith that she won't tell anyone about this,  and as my confession hangs in the air, it's like a load has been lifted  off my chest.

"So yeah," I say roughly, "the last time I celebrated  Hallo-fucking-ween, I got the shit kicked out of me by my own father.  Not a happy memory, huh?"





  

"No, it's not." Her free hand rises to stroke my jaw, which is covered  with stubble because I was too lazy to shave today. "But you know what  my therapist used to tell me? The best way to forget a bad memory is to  replace it with a good one."

"I'm pretty sure that's easier said than done."

"Maybe, but there's no harm in trying, is there?"

My breath lodges in my throat when she climbs into my lap. You'd think  it would be impossible for me to get hard when we've just had the most  depressing conversation known to man, but my dick thickens the moment  her firm ass settles over it. The kiss she gives me is soft and sweet,  and I groan in disappointment when her mouth suddenly leaves mine.

I don't stay disappointed for long, though, because the next thing I  know, she's kneeling on the floor in front of me and freeing my cock  from my sweatpants.

I've gotten a lot of blowjobs. That's not a brag, it's just the truth.  But when Hannah's mouth finds me, my balls draw up tight and my cock  throbs with excitement, pulsing like it's the first time a girl's tongue  has ever touched it.

The tip of my dick damn near blows off when the wet heat of her mouth  surrounds me. One small, delicate hand caresses my thigh as she works me  over with her mouth. Her other hand is curled tightly around my shaft,  her thumb rubbing the sweet spot under the head of my dick, and each  long suck pushes me deeper into pure, blissful oblivion.

My hips start to move. I can't stop them. Can't stop myself from driving  deeper into her mouth and tangling my fingers in her hair to guide her.  She doesn't seem to mind, though. My frantic thrusts bring a moan to  her lips, and the sexy sound vibrates through my shaft and zings up my  spine.

The hot suction drives me crazy. I can't remember a time when I didn't want this girl. When I wasn't fucking desperate for her.

It's only when I open my eyes that I register where we are. My roommates  are at a party, but we have an early morning practice and a game  tomorrow, which means they won't be out late tonight. Which means they  could walk into the living room at any second.

I touch Hannah's cheek to stop her. "Let's go upstairs. I have no idea when the guys are coming home."

She stands up without a word and holds out her hand to me.

I take it, and then I lead her upstairs.

*

Hannah

GARRETT LEAVES THE light off.

He locks the door behind us, and I can see his eyes shining in the  darkness. He strips so fast it makes me laugh, and then he's naked in  front of me, his muscular body a shadowy blur as he takes a step toward  me.

"Why are you still dressed?" he grumbles.

"Because not everybody is as proficient at getting naked as you are."

"It's not that difficult, babe. Here, let me help you."

I shiver when he snakes both hands beneath my shirt and slowly drags it  up to my collarbone. He plants a soft kiss between my bra cups before  pulling the shirt over my head. Rough fingertips skim my hips and tickle  the top of my mound as he drops to his knees, drawing the cotton fabric  of my yoga pants down with him.

All I can see is his dark head hovering inches from my thighs, and it's  such an erotic sight, so fucking hot, that I can hardly breathe. When  his mouth grazes the sensitive nub that is already swelling with desire,  a bolt of pleasure nearly knocks me off my feet, and I grip the top of  his head to steady myself.

"Okay, nope," I announce. "I'm never gonna be able to stay upright if you're doing that to me."

With a chuckle, Garrett stands up and scoops me into his arms as if I weigh absolutely nothing.

We land on the bed with a thud, laughing as we lie on our sides facing  each other. We're both naked and it feels like the most natural thing in  the world.

When he speaks, it's so nonsensical I'm genuinely caught off-guard. "I thought your name started with an M."

"You thought my name was Mannah?"

Garrett snickers. "No, I thought your name was Mona, or Molly, or Mackenzie. Anything with an M."

I don't know whether to be insulted or amused. "Okay … "

"For almost two months, Hannah. I went two months without knowing your name."

"Well, we didn't know each other."

"You knew my name."

I sigh. "Everyone knows your name."

"How did I go so long without noticing you, damn it? Why did it take seeing a stupid A on your midterm to make me notice?"

He sounds so genuinely upset that I scoot closer and kiss him. "It doesn't matter. You know me now."

"I do," he says fiercely, and then he slides lower and captures one of  my nipples in his mouth. "I know that when I do this … " he sucks hard, a  moan flies out of my mouth, and he releases my nipple with a wet pop.  " … you moan loud enough to wake the dead. And I know that when I do this,  your hips are going to start rocking, like they're searching for my  cock." He licks my other nipple, flicking his tongue over it, and sure  enough, my hips rock involuntarily and my sex clamps around aching  emptiness.





  

Garrett props himself up on one elbow, his biceps flexing against my shoulder. "I also know that I like you," he says gruffly.

A laugh shudders out. "I like you too."

"I'm serious. I really fucking like you."

I'm not sure how to respond, so I simply grab the back of his head and  bring him down for a kiss. After that, everything becomes a blur. His  hands and lips are everywhere, and a wave of pleasure sweeps me away to a  beautiful place where only Garrett and I exist. He leaves me only to  reach for the drawer next to his bed, and my pulse races because I know  what he's getting, what's about to happen. The tear of plastic breaks  the darkness and I glimpse a flash of him rolling on a condom, but  rather than get on top of me and take control, he moves onto his back  and hands me the reins.

"Ride me." His voice is raspy, trembling with need.

Gulping, I climb onto his lap and grip his penis with one hand. He's  long and thick and imposing, but this position allows me to control how  much of him to take. My pulse gallops like a racehorse as I sink down on  him. I experience the most delicious stretching sensation as I lower  myself inch by inch, until he's all the way inside, and suddenly I'm  full. So damn full. My inner muscles clutch his erection, ripple around  him, and he unleashes a desperate sound that rings through my body.

"Oh fuck." Garrett's fingers dig into my hips before I can move. "Tell me about your grandmother again."

"Now?"

His voice comes out strained. "Yes, now, because I don't know if anyone  has ever told you this before, but you are tighter than a-okay, nope,  not gonna think about how tight you are. What's Nana's name?"

"Sylvia." I make a valiant effort not to laugh.

His breathing grows audibly labored. "Where does she live?"

"Florida. Retirement home." Beads of sweat break out on my forehead,  because Garrett is not the only one close to losing it here. The  pressure between my legs is unbearable. My hips want to move. My body  craves relief.

Garrett releases a long, ragged breath. "Okay. I'm good." His white  teeth gleam in the shadows as he grins up at me. "Permission to  proceed."

"Thank. God."

I lift myself up and slam down so hard we both groan.

This kind of blinding need is new to me. I ride him in a fast, furious  pace, but it's still not enough. I need more and more and more, and  eventually I'm just grinding against him, because I've discovered that  when I lean forward and do that, my clit brushes his pubic bone and  intensifies the pleasure.

My breasts are crushed against his rock-hard chest. He's so masculine,  so fucking addictive. I kiss his neck, and find his skin hot beneath my  lips. He's burning up, his heartbeat hammering wildly against my  breasts, and when I lift my head slightly and see his face, I'm held  captive by his expression, the taut stretch of his features and the  intense pleasure glittering in his eyes. I'm so focused on him that when  the orgasm hits me, it catches me by total surprise.

"Ohhh," I cry out, sagging against him as a rush of sweet bliss races through my body.

Garrett rubs my back as I gasp in pleasure. My sex contracts, milking  his hard shaft, and his fingers dig between my shoulder blades as he  curses. "Hannah … oh fuck, baby, that's hot."