King of Campus (38 page)

One stroke, then two before sucking it deeply into my mouth.

Her body writhes beneath mine.  Breathy little moans full of pleasure fall from her lips as her fingers rake their way through my still wet hair.  With a popping sound, I release her nipple.  I can’t help but stare at her in fascination.

Her body is absolute honeyed perfection.

I used to think that breasts needed to be supersized.  Larger than life.  Ginormous.  With big button-like nipples topping them like cherries on a monster sundae.  If a girl wasn’t practically busting out of a low cut shirt, I barely spared her a glance.  I had zero appreciation for such high, tight small globes of flesh.

I almost snort.  I am such a fucking asshole.

No…
was

I
was
such a fucking asshole.

But no more.

Because Ivy’s breasts are utterly flawless. I’d be surprised if she was anything more than a B cup.  Taut and perky.  With beautiful little pink nipples that get so damn hard and erect, I want to stroke and suckle and play with them for hours.

Unable to resist, my lips slide over to the other one as I worship it in much the same fashion until Ivy is undulating against me. Her hot little body pulsing and squirming with pleasure.  God, I love that her body is so damn responsive.

To me.

Only me.

I guess that’s something we’ll have to talk about after...

You better believe we’ll be discussing that after we’re finished here.  Although when that’ll be… who the hell knows.  Not for a damn good long time, if I have my way.

“Roan, I want you in me…
now
.”  She sounds as if she’s burning up inside.  I know exactly how she feels.  “
Right now
!”

Raising my head from her breast, my eyes drill into hers.  Even though I’m hard as hell, a small smile tips my lips upward.  “Bossy much?”  I can’t believe I’m even teasing her at a moment like this, but I am.  Being with Ivy is just so damn easy.

She makes some sort of growly noise from deep within her throat.  “Don’t be an ass and make me beg for it.”

I actually perk up at the notion of Ivy Kaster begging for anything, let alone my cock inside her perfect body.  Talk about fucking hot...

She spreads her thighs wide as I settle between them.  The thought of having those long toned legs wrapped around me as I pound into her has me clenching my teeth, trying to harness and control every single instinct hammering through me right now.  My eyes arrowing down to that gorgeous pussy of hers certainly doesn’t help matters.

Damn.

“I need to taste you, Ivy.”  With my gaze fastened onto the delicate pink folds of her flesh, I can’t help but lick my lips in sweet anticipation.  Almost desperately I want to feel her pulsing against my tongue.  I want to lap at her cream before sucking that little clit of hers into my mouth.

She moans again, shifting restlessly beneath me.  “Not now,” she breathes, sounding almost as if her body is racked in agony, “later.”

For just a moment I stare down at her, my eyes sliding over the very core of her.

Temptation thrums through me like a heavy drumbeat.  God, but I just want to slowly run my tongue over the length of her.  As much as I want that, the need to be inside her keeps clawing at me.  The throbbing head of my cock is nestled right against her wet heat.  Holding myself rigidly above her, I can’t help but watch the way our flesh connects.  I want to see the precise moment I slide inside her.

Shit.  Sweat pops out against my brow as I concentrate on the joining of our bodies.

The mere thought of being buried deep inside her has me on the verge of losing it.  I almost want to squeeze my eyes shut so I can rein it in a little bit.  At the rate I’m going, I’ll be blowing my load before she even has a chance to blink her eyes.

And just to be clear- that has never happened before.

Ever.

Even though my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders right now, I remember to ask, “Are you on the pill?”

She shakes her head frantically.  “No.  We need to use a condom.”

My eyes slice from the glistening lips of her pussy, spread so beautifully for me, to those dazed green eyes of her.

Shit.

Shit.  Shit.  Shit.

Yes, I think that just about sums up the situation perfectly.

“Don’t you have any in your room?”

Now why the hell would I have a stash of condoms here?  Quickly I shake my head as I rack my brain for an answer.  Because if I don’t come up with one fast, I’m probably going to lose my fucking mind.  “I don’t bring girls here.”

Even though this suddenly feels like a dire predicament, a slow smile blooms its way across her flushed face.  “I’m the first girl you’ve ever brought here?”

My eyes fasten onto hers.  “You’re the only one,” I confirm softly.  For so many things, but I don’t add that.

Alright, back to the situation at hand.

Condoms.

Do I have any?

I know there weren’t any in the pockets of my shorts or wallet.  I can’t believe I forgot to bring the fucking condoms!  Unbelievable.  Wait a minute… Truck.  I think there might be a few in the glove compartment.

“I, ah, think there are some in the truck.  I’ll be right back.”

Before she can even blink her eyes, I’m up and running through the cabin and out the front door.  My junk is flopping around but I don’t give a shit.  Then I’m racing across the gravel drive (shit- that fucking hurts!), and yanking open the passenger side door before delving into the glove compartment like my goddamn life depends on it.

Three.

I send up a very quick prayer of thanks.

Wrapping my fingers around all three, I race back to the cabin before diving onto the bed, ready to take up the precise position I was in.  Which was, in case you forgot, my still throbbing cock poised at the entrance of her gloriously spread pussy.  The condoms are still fisted in my hand as if I’m afraid I might lose even one.  When I finally meet her eyes again, she looks like she’s just on the cusp of losing it.

“I could hear you swearing a blue streak out there.”

Now that I have her back in my arms and I am absolutely one hundred percent certain this is going to happen, I huff out a relieved breath before my lips start twitching.  “Fucking gravel,” I chuckle.  “I think there might be a piece embedded in my foot.”

With her eyes clinging to mine, her body begins to shake with silent laughter. I can’t help but follow suit.  Jesus Christ.  Now we’re both dying.  Since the last thing I need to do is stab her with my rock hard cock, I roll off her and onto my back.  She immediately curls up into a ball besides me, her body practically convulsing.

It takes a couple of minutes for our laughter to subside.  When it finally does, Ivy rolls towards me.  She drapes her arm across my abs as her head rests against my chest.

Moments ago, I was so jacked up I thought I was literally going to be a one pump chump.  Now, Ivy is wrapped up in my arms, we’re still chuckling about what just happened and I honestly couldn’t feel more content.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

It’s like the King of Campus doesn’t have eyes for anyone other than Ivy Kaster.  I guess that old saying is true- when they finally fall, they fall hard…  KingOfCampus.com

“Ivy, can you stick around after class for a few minutes?”

Toweling off my face, I give Eric a quick nod.  We’ve just spent the last hour and a half learning new chorography.  It’s always a challenge, but one I absolutely love.  A few girls are trying to convince me to come out with them tonight and see a local band that’s playing near campus, but I can’t.  Roan and I are still adding a few finishing touches to our project which is due on Friday.

Once they head out, Eric quickly approaches.  “You know how I said I have a friend who’s a choreographer with the Cincinnati Ballet?”  He leaves that question hang in the air between us.

My heart stutters for a few beats before rioting almost painfully against my chest.  I want to say-
yes, of course
! But I don’t.  I can’t do anything more than stare at him with eyes that feel like they’re going to pop right out of my head.

A small smirk nudges his lips upwards as he holds my gaze.  “So…” he finally drawls out, “they’re going to be holding an audition in two weeks.  They’ve just lost two dancers to injury from the corps de ballet.”  He pauses, allowing the bomb he just dropped to fully sink in before adding, “I think you should go to Cincinnati for the audition, Ivy.  This could be the break you’ve been waiting for.”

When I’m finally able to wrap my lips around the words, I whisper, “Are you serious?”  Because I can hardly believe he is.  This is just too… too…
amazing
to actually be happening.

Eric was here my freshman year when I started at Barnett and he’s the one who helped me prepare my audition when I applied at the Conservatoire de Paris. It’s only because of his encouragement that I even submitted an application for the study abroad program in the first place.  I don’t think I could have done it without him.  I wouldn’t have believed enough in myself as a dancer without him there to push and prod me every step of the way.  He’s a demanding teacher but I’m a better dancer because of it.

He levels me with a hard look.  “Of course I am.  Positions don’t open up very often and when they do, they’re highly coveted.  And there are two of them right now!”

I nibble my bottom lip as his words continue to sink in because I know he’s right.  This kind of opportunity won’t come around again for a while.  And having spent the last year in Paris, studying and performing, I feel like there couldn’t be a more perfect time for me to audition.  I learned so much at the Conservatoire, my skills have never been sharper.

But… I’m not sure I want to leave Barnett at the end of the semester.  I mean, I just got back from Paris… I’m finally settled in again…

And then there’s Roan…

Eric’s eyes narrow just a bit as he watches me.  It’s as if he knows exactly what’s rolling through my head.  “You have to do this, Ivy.  You have to go to Cincinnati and audition.  You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you let an opportunity like this slip through your fingers.  Trust me on this.”

I can’t help but ask, because I know precisely what kind of amazing dancers an audition like this will draw.  “Do you really think I’m ready for this?  Ready to compete for a position at the Cincinnati Ballet?”  I can hardly believe I’m even asking that question.  As if I have the talent to even be considered for a spot with them.  Before he has a chance to answer, I start to ramble.  My voice rising with the nerves that are already prickling just beneath my skin. “You know what kind of dancers I’ll have to compete against!”

The best.

Suddenly I feel sick to my stomach.

Can I seriously compete against professional dancers of that caliber?  Am I even good enough to step foot in the same room with them?

Reaching out with both hands, he grabs my upper arms firmly until my eyes arrow to his.  When he knows he has my complete attention, he says in a calm voice, “I wouldn’t have singled you out, Ivy, if I didn’t think you had the talent, skill, and determination to become a soloist.  That’s my honest opinion.”

As his words wash over me, they’re somehow able to calm the nerves that were just beginning to spiral out of control.  Eric believes in me.  He wouldn’t risk his name or reputation, if he didn’t truly believe I had what it took to make it as a professional dancer.

His voice is soft when he finally says, “Look, you don’t need to make any decisions right now.  Just take a day or two and think about it, okay?”  He gives my arms another light squeeze before finally drawing away.

Inhaling a deep breath, I nod.  “I’ll think about it and get back to you.”

As I leave the studio, it still feels like I’m in a daze.  I can’t believe this is really happening!  It’s like a dream come true.  To become a dancer in a company is all I’ve ever wanted since I was a little girl with my first pair of ballet shoes.  I almost shake my head because, honestly, I shouldn’t even have to think about this.

Who has to consider an amazing opportunity like this?

Ummm… no one.  That’s who.

But I do need to think about it.

Am I ready to leave school right now and move again?

My jacket is tucked around me as I race down the cement stairs of the fine arts building.  I feel like I’m on autopilot right now.  Everything, all of the pros and cons, are tumbling through my head at lightning speed as I move through campus.

I can’t believe there are cons that even need to be considered.

But there are.

And my relationship with Roan is one of them.

It’s been a little more than two weeks since that afternoon picnic at his dad’s cabin.  I never thought in a million years I could fall for Roan King.  But I have.  We haven’t dropped the big
- I love you
bombs yet.  But the feeling is there.  The words are practically bursting from my lips anytime I’m with him. It’s getting harder and harder to rein them in.  I feel more for Roan than I ever did for Finn.  Which is kind of surprising, considering I’ve known Roan for a little more than two months and I was in a relationship with Finn for six.