Page 77 of Make Her Break

“You might’ve mentioned that once or twice.” I grin.

We stumble toward the bed, and I fall back onto it as Jayden crawls over me. His stubble scratches my cheek while he kisses his way down my neck, so I shift to give him more room.

His mouth keeps traveling lower, his teeth scraping lightly over my collarbone as his hands shove my jacket off my shoulders. I shrug out of it and reach for the hem of my shirt, but he beats me to it, yanking it up and over my head in one impatient motion. My bra follows a second later.

“Fuck,” he whispers, staring down at me as if he’s still high on the win and on me at the same time. “Look at you.”

His mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard, and I gasp and arch harder into him. One of his hands cups my other breast, his thumb rubbing rough circles while his tongue flicks and teases. Every pull of his mouth sends heat straight between my legs, and I can feel how wet I already am.

I shove at his chest until he lifts himself just enough for me to push his pants and boxers down together. His hard cock springs free, and I wrap my fingers around him, stroking him as he gasps.

“Greedy,” he says against my skin.

He kicks the rest of his clothes off and then yanks my pants and panties down my legs in one rough tug. Then he settles between my thighs, pushing my knees wide apart with his hands.

He lowers his head and parts my folds with his tongue. A moan escapes my throat as I curl my fingers into the sheets while his tongue circles my clit and he sucks gently. His stubble scrapes against my inner thighs while he works me with his mouth, his tongue pushing inside me as if he can’t get enough of the way I taste.

“Jayden—” I gasp out as he slides two fingers into me at the same time, curling them just right while he keeps sucking on my clit.

The sensation makes my hips jerk up off the bed. He pins me down and keeps going, relentless, but pulls back right before I tip over the edge and crawls up my body. I make a frustrated sound low in my throat and he smirks before pressing his lips to mine.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

He positions himself between my legs and pushes in with one smooth, deep thrust, his thick length filling and stretching me. I dig my nails into his back as he stops moving, buried inside me, his forehead pressed to mine.

His lips find mine again, and then he starts rocking his hips in long, hard strokes. Every time he drives into me, my moans grow louder and louder. I wrap my legs around his waist and meet him thrust for thrust. His hand slides under my ass, tilting me up so he can go even deeper, leaving me breathless. Oh fuck.

“That’s it,” he growls against my ear. “Take it. You’re mine tonight.”

The possessiveness in his voice tips me over the edge. I come hard, pulsing around him, as I moan his name while the pleasure rolls through me in waves. He fucks me through it, chasing his own release, his hips snapping faster until he buries himself to the hilt with a low groan and comes deep inside me.

As we both pant for breath, he kisses me again.

“We’re not done,” he murmurs against my lips. “Not even close.” Then he pulls away and props himself up on his elbow, studying me for a long moment.

“What?” I ask, still out of breath.

“I love you,” he says. “I know I say it, like, constantly, but I just... When the ball went in, you were the first person I looked for. Before the guys or anyone else.”

I reach up and comb his hair back with my fingers. “I love you too. Obviously. I wouldn’t put up with your snoring through all my documentaries if I didn’t.”

“I don’t do that.” He frowns.

“You absolutely do.”

He chuckles and shifts to kiss me again. “Guess what? The society’s fighting over who gets to be Supreme again. A guy I know said some seniors almost got into a fight over it.”

“Seriously? They’re doing it again?” I ask. “Why? I thought the society was over since it’s no longer secret.”

“Well, people still can’t agree on whether it exists or if it’s a myth.”

I snort, and he kisses my jaw.

“The guy was about to say who’s fighting, but I left before he got that far,” Jayden says. “Do you want to know? I could find out. Apparently, they made some changes to the process, and now everyone will know exactly who the leader is to avoid any professors or random people from taking over the spot.”

“I couldn’t care less.”

“Thank fuck. Whoever wants to run the society can fight over it all they want.”