Page 45 of Vacancy

Even through all the cloth, my cock jerked against her fingers and started to swell again. “Obviously,” I bit out, my lashes fluttering when she began to massage me, learning my length and girth. “You can tell I do.”

But she was no longer listening to me. “Holy damn,” she breathed in wonder. “You feel massive.”

When she hooked a hand around my neck and drew my head down for a kiss, opening her mouth and twining her tongue around mine, all noble intentions melted away. I needed to be inside her. Now.

But… “Not here,” I panted, even as I stepped closer to cup the back of her head for a deeper kiss.

She rose up onto her toes and strained against me, her breasts brushing my chest. I wanted to expose them and suck on their peaks. But I couldn’t do that in the open. So when she gripped the top button of my jeans and tried to pop it loose, I caught her wrist. “Oaklynn…”

Our mouths broke apart, and we rested our foreheads against each other, wheezing, before she finally said, “I know a place. It’s close.”

And that was all I needed to hear. I released her wrist, freeing her. “Lead the way.”

12

OAKLYNN

Walking wasn’t happening for me.

Taking Damien’s hand, I started to lead him out of our little love nest in the trees, but with my first step, my knees gave out, and I twisted my ankle in my heels.

“Shit,” I muttered.

Damien tightened his grip on my fingers, keeping me upright. “Whoa. Easy,” he cautioned.

“This is so weird. My legs feel like noodles.”Everymuscle in my body felt loose and languid.

“Here,” he offered gallantly, patting the back of his shoulder. “Climb on. I’ll give you a ride.”

I blinked in startled wonder as he knelt in front of me. No way could I turn down such an enticing offer, so I set a hand on his shoulder and then wrapped an arm around his sternum, appreciating the solid muscle and bone under my grip.

He reached back to catch the backs of my knees as I wrapped them around his hips. Then he lifted me easily, taking me by surprise.

I yelped as we started from the trees together, especially as he bent at the waist to avoid lower-hanging branches.

Once we were out in the open, I glanced toward the student union, amazed we hadn’t been caught.

Stetson the Stormin’ Stallion was rearing up on his two back legs and pawing the air as if congratulating us.

“Which way?” Damien asked.

I nuzzled up against his back, thoroughly enjoying the ride, and pointed past his arm. “That way. To Hill Hall.”

“The journalism building?” he asked.

I kissed his ear and began to nibble on the lobe. “Mm-hmm.”

Damien nodded and started through campus, past some buildings that were lit up with night classes taking place inside and some buildings that were darkened for the evening.

When a breeze blew up my skirt, I realized I had no idea where my panties were, probably lying abandoned somewhere in the thatch of trees next to the student union. Damn.

Oh well. Sex was more important than going back to look for them.

Hill Hall was half-lit when we reached it. But the lights in the north half on the second level were dark, making me hiss a happy, “Yes! Everyone’s gone home for the day.”

The place would be all ours.

Damien ascended the wide, marble staircase easily, only to sit me down at the main entrance.

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