Tutoring the Player (Campus Wallflowers #1)(63)

My fingers lift the hem of his T-shirt. He takes over, and I work on his jeans. He kisses my shoulder and then threads his fingers through my hair as I squat to free him of his pants and boxers.

I look up with big eyes, and his throat works, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Wrapping a hand around his dick, I bring my mouth closer. My breaths come in quick, shallow gulps as I part my lips and take him in an inch, letting my tongue swirl over the head.

His grip tightens in my hair. My free palm rests on his stomach to steady myself, but it’s an added bonus that I can feel the effect I have on him—the tightening of muscles, the increased breathing rhythm that matches my own.

I take more of him in each time until my lips wrap around the base, and he tickles the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks, and he groans a low and deep sound.

“Daisy,” he murmurs as I continue, picking up the pace.

He wraps my hair around his hand in a fist. When I look up, his dark eyes are hooded and enthralled. I still, and he takes over. He moves me up and down over his length as we lock eyes.

The ache inside of me is on the verge of painful. I move the hand at his stomach and put it between my legs. His gaze moves to watch me touch myself. I’m too turned on, too desperate with need. He isn’t even touching me except the fist in my hair, and I feel him everywhere.

He lets out a guttural growl and pulls me to my feet. He smashes his mouth to mine, pushes my panties down, and then twirls me around and bends me over his desk.

I hear the rip of the foil packet, and then he’s finally there, pushing inside, blurring the pain with white-hot pleasure.

My head swims with it all. The corner of the desk bites into my hip bones as he fucks me at a hard and unrelenting pace. This is Jordan, unrestrained and no longer holding back for me. And he’s beautiful.

I cry out as my orgasm splinters through me. My pussy clenches around him, and Jordan pushes against me harder until his body trembles around mine.

Our breaths are the only sound as he leans over me and places a kiss on my shoulder.

After he disposes of the condom, he picks me up and carries me to his bed. And that’s where I stay.

Me, in Jordan Thatcher’s bed, defying all logic and probably physics too.





26





JORDAN





Classes start back, and I spend most evenings with Daisy studying—for real studying. If last semester taught me anything, it’s that a little studying makes a big difference. I’ve never seen so many A’s before.

It’s been raining for the better part of three days, keeping us inside instead of the tree house. Our books and laptops are spread out across the kitchen table.

“Daisy,” Violet says as she walks in. Her gaze finds me, and her smile falls. “Oh, you’re here.”

“Vi, be nice,” Daisy chides.

Violet faces me with no remorse on her face. “Hi.”

“Hey, Violet.”

I don’t actually think Violet dislikes me. She’s just worried about her friend. I get it, but Daisy’s the last person I’d ever want to hurt.

“Sorry,” Vi says. “But I thought we were working on the playlist for the ball.”

“Oh, right.” Daisy looks at me.

“I need to get to bowling anyway.” I gather my stuff and come around the table to kiss Daisy before I go. “I’ll text you later.”

“Okay.” She grabs my hand and holds my fingers until I’m out of reach. I wink at her and then head to the bowling alley.

“He’s alive,” Gavin jokes when he sees me. He stands and pulls me into a side hug. “I came by the dorm twice this week, and you were MIA both times.”

“He’s spending all his time with Daisy,” Liam chirps from his chair. He juts his chin in greeting.

“Really?” Gavin asks. “So you two…” He trails off and looks at Liam.

My roommate waves him off. “It was nothing. She’s perfect for him. She has him studying like every night.”

“No shit.” Gavin drops down in his seat and pours me a beer from the pitcher.

“We aren’t just studying,” I say, and the memory of last night going down on her while she tried to finish an assignment makes me smile.

“Congratulations,” Gavin says. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re smiling like a dopey idiot, but good for you. Are you still going to make it to my party this weekend?”

“Is that this weekend?”

Liam grins. “Told you, spends so much time with her he doesn’t even know what week it is.”

Gavin chuckles. “Yes, Saturday night. Two kegs, and so much liquor I’m tripping over it in the kitchen. Be there.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. Welcome to the twenty-one club. Now you can start getting the pitchers.”

“Who says I didn’t buy this one?” he asks as he refills his glass.

“I do.” Liam holds up a hand.

I take a sip of my beer and then get to my feet and rub my hands together. “All right. New season, another chance to win.”

“If we’re serious about winning, we might want to finally open it up to more players. There are at least two weeks where none of us are in town on league night,” Jenkins says.