The Next Contestant (24 page)

“Hey. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you but your door was open. I wanted to make sure you made it home,
safely
. You know, with that douchebag your brother let you leave with.” Damn. Her cheeks are pink, as if she knows or suspects I might have seen her little sexcapade with me being the star in her fantasy. I want to make that fantasy a reality. Fuck yeah I do.

“Um. Well, I’m here… in one piece,” she says, kind of tripping over her words. “So yeah, I’m… safe… in my home.” She fidgets a bit, and then cinches her robe tight, hands fisted on the knot.

Oh how I’d love to tell her I’ve already seen her sexy ass goods, her sweet little pussy… Shit. My dicks getting hard with the visuals.

“Can I come in?”

“Um. Okay. I guess.” She nods toward her bedroom. “I need to get dressed so…”

I kick my shoes off and ask, “Can I use your bathroom?” I can’t help it. I want to stir her up. She’s hot when she’s flustered—and her bathroom is inside her bedroom so I know the wheels are turning in her head. She keeps glancing at the bathroom, then her room, and back at me.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I promise I won’t come out of the bathroom until you finish dressing.”

Without waiting for a reply, I step inside, close and lock the door and head toward her. She’s still leaning against the wooden doorframe in her bedroom.

Pausing in front of her, I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Unless you want me to… finish what we started earlier.” She smells so damn good, like vanilla and sugar. I drag my lips down her neck and when she doesn’t move, but only gasps, I lick, nip, and suck on her skin.

Kimber inhales sharply, then whispers, “J-Jax” like she did when she was pleasuring herself, and that’s it. I can’t stop myself. I grab her face, trace her lower jaw with my thumb and press down on her chin. I take her in, suck on her lower lip, and then kiss her. Hard. She wraps her arms around my neck, fingers fisting in my hair.

I drop my hands to her hips, pull her against me and then deepen the kiss as I walk her back toward her bed, until her legs greet the mattress.

JAX HAS ME
backed against my bed. He breaks the kiss and reaches for my hands as he stares into my eyes. He raises my—Oh god! He takes my fingers, the same fingers I just used to pleasure myself, and puts them in his mouth. He sucks on them, his tongue weaving between and around them, as if he’s licking them clean, as if he knows what I’ve done. He groans, sucks harder, thrusting his hips against me and I can feel his dick swelling against me, higher and higher it climbs against my belly. My cheeks heat up when he slowly pulls my fingers out of his mouth and smirks.

He pulls me closer, tilts my head, presses his lips against my neck, and slowly kisses his way up to my ear. He slides a hand inside my robe, his palm flat on my lower abdomen while his other hand is in my hair controlling the angle of my head, his lips still on the shell of my ear.

“God, Kimber. I want to touch you so bad.” His palm slides past my navel. “This okay?” he says huskily.

“Yeah,” I say equally breathy. His fingers slowly descend between my legs and he slips a single digit between my folds. I’m already wet, and he groans when he feels how wet I am for him. My knees buckle when he dips his finger inside me. He curls it just right, pressing it forward, hitting a sensitive spot inside and then pumps his finger against it.

I let out a gasp from the sensation he’s creating, but then he suddenly pulls out and it startles me. He watches me as he raises his damp fingers and places the middle one he was pleasuring me with into his mouth. He sucks on it and “Mms” as he slowly pulls it out. Then he leans into me and with his weight, pushes me further back on the bed. Jax straddles me, places an arm under me and drags me into the center of the mattress. He looks down at my fully parted robe and examines my naked flesh.

“Take your robe off,” he says as he slowly backs off the bed. I slip my arms out of the sleeves, Jax watches, now standing at the edge of the bed. I feel so exposed as he runs his eyes over my entire naked flesh.

I watch him drag his snug navy blue t-shirt over his head and his blue eyes pierce mine. He’s got his belt, button, and zipper open and while he drags his jeans and sliders off, I think my jaw drops when his erection springs free. He’s hotter than sin as he strokes the length of his shaft and damn if I don’t shake a little. He’s… huge. It’s not like I didn’t know this, really, but he’s never been inside me.

He grabs my ankles, spreads my legs wide and crawls in between my fully parted thighs. He’s lying on top of me, his breath coming in rapid succession, his eyes burning into mine, leaving me breathless with their intensity.

Licking his lower lip slowly, seductively, he inhales sharply and in a husky voice, “You’re so goddam beautiful, all of you. I’ve been thinking about you for so long, wanting to fuck you with my fingers, my tongue, and then fill your pussy with my cock, my cum,” he says heatedly.

Before I can even absorb what he’s just said, his lips are softly, sensually covering mine, swallowing my gasp. His wet hot mouth, his delicious tongue, tasting, stroking and rolling sharply with my own, the depth at which he’s pushing it in… I can’t take it any longer. My body is a mass of overwhelming sensations burning hot right down to the deepest depths of my core.

He stops his tortuous assault in my mouth and his eyes bore into me, so primal, so penetrating, and those perfectly sculpted lips, full and swollen, are slightly parted, his breath hitching.

Slowly, he drags his lengthy tongue down my jaw, along my neck, until he reaches my breast. He lathers it, then sucks it in mercilessly in a pleasurably painful way that has me arching into him, wanting, needing more. He does the same with my other breast, then kisses down my abdomen, slides between my legs… oh, god. His hot mouth is all over, rough, gentle, biting, amazing tongue licking, biting, sucking my clit, parting my folds in a long sensual stroke, and then he’s pushing it firmly, deeply inside of me.

I writhe against him and it spurs him further and I swear, this man is so fucking good, he could teach the mastery of eating pussy.
God! I’ve turned into an internally dirty minded, foul-mouthed harlot. What the hell is he doing to me? I’m dying a nearly orgasmic death!

I’m taken out of my internal slumber when I swear I hear a
rap-tap-tap
at my front door. I ignore it, thinking I’ve suddenly become paranoid, but when the
rap-tap-tap
turns into loud banging, I clamp my legs in complete shock, around Jax’s head.

It’s getting louder, and then… “Kimber! Open the fucking door. I know you’re in there,” Kolby shouts. Jax instantly unburies his head, pushing and pulling away from my now parted legs.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck,” he says again and then he’s rushing, collecting his clothes, and quickly dressing. “He’ll kill me, kick me out of the fraternity and my father will fucking flip!” He’s searching the room, dragging his hands repeatedly through his messy blond hair.

“My bed,” I whisper shout. “Get under my bed, Jax!” I’m frantic now and fear Kolby will kick my door in. He knows something is up. I have to think fast, and I rush off the bed, dig a pair of shorts and t-shirt out of my dresser, and dress quickly.

Dashing out of my room, I turn back to make sure Jax isn’t still standing there raking his fingers through his hair, but he’s not so I know he’s finally crawled under my bed.

I rub my eyes, and rumple my already messy hair before opening my front door.

“God, Kolby! I was sleeping perfectly sound. Why are you beating on my door, waking me at this hour? Did someone die?” I step back as he pushes through, not bothering to close the door behind him.

He’s storming through the living room, the bathroom, and my nerves are on edge when he scours my room, even opening the closet and pushing clothes aside, as if someone is hiding behind them. It’s starting to piss me off.

I reel in my temper, knowing it will not get rid of him sooner, and step into my room. Kolby eyes me warily, but I ignore him and crawl back into bed, pulling the covers over me.

“Shut and lock my door when you’re done with whatever it is you came here for,” I say in a false sleepy bravado.

To my surprise, I think it works because Kolby comes and sits on my bed by my head.

“Kimber,” he says, his voice soft but with an edge to it. “I shouldn’t have sent you home with that guy… Erik. Jax threw it in my face and then tore out of here making me feel like a piece of shit brother for letting someone I don’t know take you home in your drunken state.”

“I may have had too much to drink, but I’m not ten, Kolby. I came to the party with Erik, and he dropped me off. I’m fine. Now go home and let me sleep.” I reach out and teasingly shove his shoulder. He grins and gives me a hug.

Finally, he gets up and exits my room, but then he pauses in the entry, shakes his head and as he slowly walks out, he says, “Goodnight, Sis.”

“Night, Bro, and thanks for checking on me.”

“Yup,” I hear him say as he fiddles with the lock and the front door finally closes. I slip out of bed and watch Jax slide out from underneath. There’s a sheen of sweat dampening his forehead and he lets out a long exasperated sigh.

Needing to be sure my brother has left the premises, I glance out my bedroom window and nearly faint when I see Kolby with his hands on his hips, hovering over Jax’s Jag.

Jax notices too as he leans over my shoulder.

“Shit!” we both cry when Kolby glances up at my window. And then my ever so brilliant mind works quickly, coming up with a plan.

Turning to face Jax, I begin pushing him back. “Go down to Tiffany’s right the hell now. I’ll call her and tell her your coming. Then the two of you come back up here together. Go now,” I push him further until he finally understands my plan. Like lightning, he bolts out of my dorm.

I call Tiffany. When I get her voicemail, I call again.
Answer! Fucking answer goddammit!

In a sleep induced voice, “H-hello,” whispers through the line.

“Tiffany! Get your ass up. Jax is coming down. I need you to cover my ass,” and as Tiffany tries to speak, I cut her off. “Kolby! He knows Jax is here. You are my cover. Jax will fill you in.” I hang up, scramble into bed, but then get back up knowing Kolby is about to beat on my door.

And the pounding begins. This time, I slam the door open, furious at my brother, mostly for ruining my sexcapade with Jax.

“What the hell are you doing—”

Kolby slams the door shut and shoves past me. “Where the fuck is he?” he screams and again, starts searching high and low but this time, he drops down to search under my bed, dragging boxes out, covering every square inch until he comes up with nothing.

“Where is who?” I scream back at him and storm into my room. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He doesn’t answer, only knocks me out of his way and stomps into my living room. He searches behind the couch then crouches down and…

I can’t help it, I laugh. As if Jax or any human would fit under my couch. Kolby comes up, red faced and furious.

Fortunately, there’s a soft knock on my door. I turn away from Kolby to answer it, but he’s hot on my heels and breathing hotly over my shoulder as I open it. I feign shock at the sight of Tiffany and Jax.

“Hey,” Tiffany says softly while Jax stands behind her. I can tell he’s struggling to act as if he’s shocked to see my brother breathing down my back.

“Wow. Is everyone bent on keeping me from sleeping tonight… this morning? What the hell?”

Jax clears his throat. “Sorry for bothering you but I was worried after you left with what’s his face. Tiffany is the only one I could think to call, after getting her number from Vincenzo. She kindly buzzed me through and we met outside her room. So here we are, but clearly, you’re fine. And your brother,” he says vindictively. “Looks like he came to his senses after sending you off with god knows, he could have been a rapist,” he scoffs and scorns Kolby with an evil glare.

“Fuck you,” is Kolby’s response and he shoves past me. “She’s fine, as you can see, so lets go.” He knocks Jax in the shoulder and heads toward the elevator.

Jax flashes me a mischievous smile and winks before turning quickly, just as my brother turns around in search of him, and walks calmly toward Kolby.

Once they are in the elevator, out of ears shot, Tiffany plows past me. “Girl! That was damn close. What would you have done had I not answered my phone? You, little princess, must be more cautious. Don’t think you’re out of the clear with your brother. He’s most definitely suspicious.”

“God, I know! This is so effed up,” I tell her.

She smiles deviously at me. “Out with it. I want details you little hussy,” she squeals.

I rehash my night with Jax to Tiffany and after many ‘oh my gods’ and ‘he did what’s,’ to ‘I’m going to orgasm, he’s so hot,’ Tiffany finally goes back to her room and leaves me to my own wet, delicious recollections. I finally, FINALLY, sleep undisturbed.