The Score (Off-Campus Book 3)

Allie comes faster than I expect. My tongue barely touches her clit before she’s trembling and moaning and rocking against my mouth. I guess the idea of almost getting caught is as big a turn-on for her as it is for me.

Damn, I wish I’d gotten her off when Hannah was still behind the door. That would’ve been so fucking hot. A dirty little secret just for us. But this is good too, Allie riding my face like she’s a jockey and I’m her championship racehorse.

Scratch that, it’s more than good. My dick is an iron spike trying to chisel its way out of my jeans, and each time her inner muscles bear down on the two fingers I’ve got lodged inside her, I feel an answering jolt in my balls. When her body finally relaxes, I give her clit one last teasing lick, then hop to my feet.

“You okay there?” I grin at her hazy expression.

“I’m great.” She sounds sleepy and sated, but she snaps to attention when I reach for my zipper.

I let my pants drop to the floor. I’m not wearing boxers, because—what was it she said before? It’s redundant. When my cock springs free, I grip it in my right hand and give it a much-needed stroke. Christ, I’m painfully hard.

I eat up the sight of her naked body. She’s shorter than the chicks I usually go for, but I’m okay with that. And she’s somehow slender and curvy at the same time. I take in every appetizing detail, from her perky tits to her smooth, pale skin to the pink paradise between her legs.

I was almost expecting to be let down in some way, that my week’s worth of lusting for this girl had exaggerated her appeal. It hadn’t. Thank God she changed her mind, because I want her as badly as I did before.

My gaze travels back to her face, resting on her sexy mouth for a moment, then drops back to her completely bare mound.

I groan in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” she asks huskily.

“I’m trying to decide what I want more—those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, or your tight pussy squeezing the hell out of it.” I slowly pump my erection as I consider the two equally tempting options. “Give me your mouth.”

Her blue eyes narrow. “What if I don’t want to?”

I squeeze my swollen tip before sliding my fist down to the base, wagging my full length at her. “Don’t act like you didn’t like sucking on this the other night.”

When she doesn’t answer, I step forward and press my naked body against hers. She shivers. I take her hand, wrap it around my shaft, and she shivers harder.

I dip my head to whisper in her ear. “Please, baby, I’ve been such a good boy… I’ve waited a whole week for this. Don’t I deserve a reward for my patience?” I rub the side of her neck with my lips. “I’ve been—” I kiss her jaw “such—” I kiss my way up to her mouth “—a good boy.”

Allie makes a breathy noise and moves her hand along my shaft. Then she sinks to her knees without a word. My dick twitches in excitement. She parts her lips. Licks them. Licks them again. I can’t take my eyes off her mouth. I want it on me, but the ache in my balls warns me that the second there’s any kind of suction on my cock, it won’t be long before I explode.

One flick of the tongue. That’s all Allie is able to do before I’m yanking her to her feet. “No, not happening,” I grind out. “I’m gonna come too fast.”

Outrage flashes in her eyes. “Oh my God. You’re such a mouth-tease!”

“Don’t care. I want your pussy. Get on the bed.”

I half expect her to argue with me, because she seems to get off on that, but she’s surprisingly obedient. In a heartbeat, she’s stretched out on the mattress, opening her legs enticingly.

Fuck me. Her pussy lips are glistening. I can still taste her on my tongue, and now I’m trying to decide whether to go down on her a second time, because holy hell, I want another taste. Little Dean both loves and hates the idea, cautioning that if my mouth so much as touches her again, I’m going to come sans stimulation all over her goddamn sheets. And where’s the fun in that?

Drawing a breath, I settle on my knees in front of her and ease forward so I’m cradled by the softness of her thighs. Allie reaches out a hand and grips my shaft, and I almost shoot right then. I hadn’t noticed her nails before—they’re bright red. Downright sinful as she scrapes them along my length. She rubs the little slit that’s leaking moisture, and I shudder, pushing my cockhead toward her opening.

“Condom,” she reminds me.

Shit. I can’t believe I almost forgot to suit up. Usually it’s second nature to me, like throwing on my pads before I hit the ice.

I fling my arm over the side of the bed and feel around on the floor until my fingers collide with my pants. I fish out the condom I’d tucked in my pocket.

A moment later, I’m between her legs again. I watch her face as I fist my cock and guide it closer. The tip nudges her, demanding entrance. She visibly trembles. With her cheeks flushed and her blond hair fanned out behind her, she paints the sexiest picture I’ve ever seen.

We both sigh happily when I sink into her tight sheath. Fuck, I love sex. I don’t care if men and women were created by God or evolution or little green Martians. I’m just eternally grateful that someone gave us dicks and pussies and a fun way to use them.

I bend down to brush my lips over Allie’s, which changes the angle slightly, pushing me deeper inside her. A shudder of pleasure overtakes me. Centers me. I pull my hips back, then ease back in. Slowly. Deliberately.

Allie’s breathing gets choppier. “Stop teasing me.”

“You think this is teasing?” I splay my palm on her flat belly, my thumb lightly grazing her clit.

When she arches her hips, I move my hand away and she wails in disappointment. I chuckle. “That would be teasing.”

“Oh my God. I hate you. Touch me,” she orders. “Touch me and fuck me and make me come again.”

I narrow my eyes. “You weren’t this bossy last time. Or was I too drunk to remember it?”

Allie sits up in an impressive show of flexibility and loops her arms around my neck. She’s in my lap now, grinding down on my dick. “I was bossier. But that’s because you needed a lot more instruction.”

“Bullshit. You were panting in orgasm the second I touched you.”

“How do you know I wasn’t faking?” she taunts, and then she rocks her hips and we both groan.

I still her by clasping her waist. “Were you?” I’m suddenly reminded of Logan’s confession that Grace faked an orgasm the first time they hooked up. I’d ragged him mercilessly about it. Now I’m horrified that Allie might have done the same thing. She is a drama major, after all…

She says, “No, I wasn’t faking” and relief courses through me. She grudgingly adds, “You’re really good in bed.”

“I’m great in bed,” I correct, then give an upward thrust that makes her gasp in delight.

“Do that again,” she begs.

“Do it for me.” I fall onto my back so she’s astride me and reach up to tweak one puckered nipple. “Ride me until I shoot.”

Her mouth curves in a wicked smile. Oh yeah, she likes that idea. Bracing her hands on my abs, she raises herself up, then sinks down on me before I can blink. There’s a hot blonde riding my dick and I’m in heaven. Her perky tits sway as she moves over me, and when her hair falls onto her forehead she pushes the golden strands away and keeps her gaze fixed on mine. Undulating. Grinding. Driving me crazy.

“Touch me.” Her don’t-mess-with-me expression prompts me to bring my hand to where we’re joined and obediently rub her clit with my thumb.

Pleasure floods her eyes, but the orders don’t stop there. “Slower.” Her breathing quickens. “Do it in little circles. No, not that much pressure. Softer…oh my gosh, yeah, like that.”

I ain’t gonna lie—I appreciate how blunt she is about telling me exactly what she needs. After all, she knows her own body a helluva lot better than I do. But I’m a quick learner. It isn’t long before her words become moans and she starts fucking my cock in earnest.

She’s lying on top of me now, her lips so close to my ear that every sexy noise she makes goes straight to my balls. My hips snap up, over and over again, as our bodies slap together and our mouths meet in a sloppy kiss.

I’m still kissing her when she starts to come. She bites down on my lower lip and gives a low cry, and the mind-blowing sensation of her pussy spasming around me triggers my own release. I go off like a rocket, pleasure blurring my vision and clouding my brain. I’m surprised the condom doesn’t burst from the massive load I just poured into it.

“What the…?” As I float down from the high, I register a coppery flavor in my mouth. I touch my lip. My fingertips come back stained with blood. Jesus. Allie had bitten me hard enough to draw blood. I choke out a laugh.

She lifts her head at the strangled sound. Her hair is a tangled mess, her eyelids so heavy they’re nearly shut. “What…?” Alarm fills her face. “Oh no! You’re bleeding!”

I laugh even harder. I’m so frickin’ glad I didn’t abandon my pursuit of her. This chick who claws and bites and fucks with total abandon. I’ve never had this much fun in my life.

“It’s nothing,” I assure her.

She clearly disagrees, sliding off me and reaching for the nightstand. She comes back with a tissue and presses it to my lip. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”

“Not in the slightest,” I answer cheerfully. I take the tissue from her hand and toss it over the side of the bed. Then I rearrange my body so my head is on the pillow instead of the mattress, and tug her toward me.

Allie nestles all that naked goodness beside me and rests her head on my shoulder. “Endless supply of wishes,” she mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Your dick.” She sighs. “It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”

“Damn right it is. I told you I’ve got a great cock.”

I grin up at the ceiling and stroke her side boob. We lie there in silence for a bit, both of us still catching our breath. Eventually she murmurs, “So what’s this kiddie game you mentioned?”

It takes a second to figure out what she’s talking about. “Oh. The Hurricanes. My new defensive coordinator is forcing me to volunteer at the elementary school, so I’m helping out as assistant coach of the hockey team.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…it is. Fun, I mean.”

And tonight’s game was a lot more exciting than I’d anticipated. The Hurricanes faced off with the team that’s leading their division, and every kid on the ice tonight played at a level that impressed me. Oh, and the winning goal was a wrist shot courtesy of Robbie Olsen. Damned if my chest didn’t overflow with pride.

“I volunteered at a drama camp every summer when I was in high school,” Allie tells me. “I always had a blast, and I was so bummed when the camp shut down. They held it at this old theater in Brooklyn, but the area was rezoned, so the city tore it down and now it’s a computer store.” She sits abruptly. “Oh crap. I forgot to do something.”

Her body drapes over my chest as she leans toward the nightstand. I can’t resist capturing one nipple in my mouth and suckling on it. The tight bud feels so fucking good on my tongue. I suck harder, and Allie shivers before batting my head away. “Hold that thought. I don’t want to forget this again.”

She grabs her phone, and I see her pulling up a reminder app. She types something. From my vantage point, it appears to be “train ticket.”

“Train ticket?”

“Yes, Mr. Nosy.” She sets the phone down. “I’m reminding myself to book my ticket to New York. I need to do it way in advance this time because it gets really busy on Thanksgiving. Last year I ended up having to take a later train that didn’t get in until four in the morning.”

“You spending Thanksgiving with your parents?”

She stretches out beside me again. “Just my dad.” She pauses. “My mom passed away.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that.” I stroke my palm along her bare arm. Then I note how weird it is to be lying in bed with her, just talking. But I’m still limp from our trip to the bone zone. The Jaws of Life couldn’t pry me off this bed right now. “Are you close with your dad?” I ask.

Her head lightly bumps my shoulder as she nods. “Very close. He’s the best man I’ve ever known.”

“What does he do?” I’m not sure why I’m asking all these questions. It’s not a habit of mine to try to get to know the chicks I’m sleeping with. But Allie is different. She’s Wellsy’s best friend, for starters. And it doesn’t feel right to wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am her.

“He was a scout for the Bruins,” she reveals.

“No shit?” I’m highly impressed. “He must know his hockey then. Did he play?”

“In college. He was drafted by the Kings, but he tore his ACL during training camp so his career kind of ended before it even began. I think he was relieved, though. He always says he was better at finding the talent than being the talent.”

“Still, that’s a tough job,” I point out. “He must have been traveling all the frickin’ time.”

“He was. That part sucked, how often he was away. But Mom and I coped. After she died, Dad would take me with him when he could, but most of the time I stayed with my aunt in Queens.”

“Is he retired now?”

She stiffens slightly. “Yeah. He is.” Another pause. “So what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Where are you from again? Connecticut?”

“Yup. Greenwich. And Manhattan. My family split our time between the two, but I went to high school in Connecticut.”

“Prep school,” she corrects.

I tweak her hair. “Still considered high school.”

“Sure, but I bet you got a ton more perks there than I did at Washington Public in Brooklyn. You spoiled brat.” I can hear in her voice that she’s teasing. “And you didn’t answer what you’re doing for the holiday.”

“I’m not sure yet,” I admit. “Timing wise, I’m kinda screwed. We play Harvard two days after Thanksgiving.”

“So? Greenwich isn’t that far from here. Neither is Manhattan. You can hop a train or flight to either and still be back in time for the game.”

“My family won’t be in Greenwich or Manhattan. They’ll be at the house in St. Bart’s.”

Allie sits up again, her mouth agape. Then she starts to laugh. “Well lah-di-dah.” In the next breath, she affects a flawless British accent. “Why, yes, dear boy, my family does indeed own a home in St. Bart’s. Fahtha is an avid sailor, and Mutha simply adores sipping mimosas on our private beach.”

I poke her in the side. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of course I am. You have a house in St. Bart’s. That’s badass.” Her expression is thoughtful. “Your parents are lawyers, right?”

I nod.

“I didn’t realize lawyers made tropical-island-beach-house kind of money.”

“It depends on the lawyer. My dad is one of the top criminal defense attorneys in the country, so yeah, he’s doing all right,” I say wryly. “And Mom specializes in real estate law, which is also pretty lucrative. But they both came from money, too.”

“Let me guess. Grandpas Sebastian and Kendrick were oil barons?”

For some reason, I’m stupidly pleased that she remembered my middle names. “Nope, there’s no oil in our family. Grandpa Seb owned a shipping company. Well, he still owns it, but a board of directors runs it now. And Gramps Kendrick was a real estate developer.”

“Like Donald Trump?”

“Pretty much. Did you ever go into Manhattan when you lived in Brooklyn?” I frown as something occurs to me. “Hey, how come you don’t have the Brooklyn accent?”

“Neither of my parents was originally from New York, so maybe that’s why? Dad’s from Ohio. Mom grew up in California. I talk like them, I guess. Anyway, of course I’ve been to Manhattan—do you think I spent my days hiding under the Brooklyn Bridge like a troll?”

I snicker. “Ever spend any time on the Upper East Side?”

“Sure. I had a friend who lived—” Her eyes widen. “Holy shit. Heyward Plaza. I just put that together.”

The awe on her face makes me grin.

“You own the Heyward Plaza Hotel?” Allie exclaims.

“Me, personally? No. But I suppose I might inherit it one day. My mom’s side of the family, the Heywards, owns real estate all over the globe. Hotels mostly, but we’ve got this cool condominium in Abu Dhabi that’s basically made entirely of glass. It’s—”

“Okay, you need to stop talking now because you’re making me want to punch you. I honestly didn’t realize you were this rich. I’m not sure if it’s a turn-on or a ladyboner-killer.”

“Turn-on,” I say instantly. “Everything about me turns you on, remember?”

She snorts. “Uh-huh. If you say so.”

I flash a cocky grin and start pointing at various parts of my body. “My face? Turn-on. Chest? Turn-on. I’d roll over and show you my ass, but we both know the answer will be ‘turn-on’ so I’ll skip that one. Dick? Turn the fuck on. And then we get to the non-physical awesomeness that is Dean.”

“Speaking in the third person? Not a turn-on.”

I ignore the jab. “I’m adorable, first off. My sense of humor is stellar—obvs.”

“Obvs,” she echoes dryly.

“I’m extraordinarily skilled in the art of conversation.”

She nods. “When it’s about yourself, of course.”

“Of course.” I pretend to think it over some more. “Oh, and I’m a mind reader. No lie. I always know what the other person is thinking.”

“Yeah? What am I thinking right now?” Allie challenges.

“That you want me to shut up and fuck you again.”

She shakes her head in dismay. “Goddamn it. That’s actually what I was thinking.”

I smirk at her and tap my forehead. “Told ya. Mind reader.”

“Congratulations.” She sighs. “How many condoms did you bring?”

“One.”

“Underachiever. Stick your hand in that drawer. Should be a few in there.”

I open the nightstand drawer, which—well, lookee here—contains more than just rubbers. My hand emerges with a seven-inch silicone vibrator in a comical shade of pink.

“Aw, who’s this little fella?” I wave the dildo up and down, and it’s flexible enough that it flops around like a real dick.

Allie snatches it from my hand. “Little? You better take that back or else you’ll give Winston a complex.”

“Winston? Are you kidding me?”

“Oh come on, you’re telling me he doesn’t look like a Winston?”

I study the pink sex toy. For something that’s shaped like a cock, it’s actually ridiculously girly. And Winston is a girly name if I’ve ever heard one. “Huh. I guess he does.”

She nods earnestly. “I have a talent for picking suitable dick names.”

I promptly scowl at her. “Don’t get any ideas about naming mine, you hear me?”

“Why? Are you scared I’ll come up with something better than what you’ve already got?” Her tone is pure sweetness.

“Who says I named my dick?”

Allie slants her head in challenge. “Are you saying you didn’t?”

I shrug in response.

“Ha! I knew it! What’s his name?”

My scowl deepens.

“Come on, tell me,” she begs. “I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

After a five-second internal debate, I capitulate. “It’s Little Dean.”

That makes her howl in laughter. “Oh my God. Of course it is. You are such a dork.”

I pinch her thigh in retaliation, but she only laughs harder, so I shut her up by rolling her over and slamming my mouth down on hers. She immediately parts her lips to grant my tongue access, and soon we’re making out and rubbing up against each other like cats in heat.

I ease my mouth away and rasp, “Feel like tying me up again?”

“Nope. I’ve got something else in mind.”

“Damn, but I was really excited about it.”

“Stop complaining, sweetie. Trust me, you’re going to like this.”

It’s her turn to roll me over, and I groan as she starts kissing her way down my body. A moment later, her warm mouth engulfs my cock, and…yeah…Little Dean sure ain’t complaining.