Hooped (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #1) (4 page)

Devon’s fingers slowed as the last of the spasms began
to abate; I was shivering uncontrollably, panting, my heart racing from the
pleasure that still tingled through me. Devon moaned lowly near my ear before
kissing me on the lips, his fingers pulling away from me, his hands moving to
caress me everywhere in a way that was somehow strangely soothing.

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to look up at
him. “That’s—that’s already better than what I’ve ever done,” I said with a
little grin. Devon laughed, brushing his lips against my temple.

“Then you’ll really love what comes next,” he said,
lifting me up just enough to unhook my bra in the back. He tugged the fabric
away from my body, throwing it onto the floor of his bedroom.

“Hey, how is it fair that I’m
naked
and you’re not?” Devon grinned, pulling himself up onto his
knees to look down at me. I blushed as he took in every inch of my naked body
with obvious appreciation.

“Well for one thing, you’re way hotter than I am
naked,” Devon pointed out.

“Still not fair,” I insisted, arching an eyebrow.
Devon laughed, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxer-briefs. He
pushed them down over his
hips,
and my
breath caught in my throat as his cock sprung free. He was big—bigger even than
I had thought. I had fooled around with guys before; I’d gone down on my
boyfriend senior year, and we’d gotten each other off a few times. The knowledge
that Devon’s cock was about to be inside of me was almost enough to make me
want to ask him to stop.

As if he sensed my hesitation, Devon tossed his
underwear away and lay down next to me, pulling me close. “We don’t have to do
it if you don’t want to,” he murmured. I shook my head.

“I want to,” I told him.
 
“I really, really want to. You’re just really...huge.”
Devon laughed.

“We’ll go
slow
, then,” he
suggested, laughter still permeating his voice. “If you need me to stop, just
tell me.” I nodded, still not quite convinced; but I couldn’t deny that I
wanted to know what he would feel like inside of me. “Are you on the pill?” He
asked me. I wracked my brain, still foggy from the climax I’d had.

“Yes,” I said, remembering suddenly. It was the first
thing I did every morning: take my
pill
and then brush my teeth.

Devon slithered on top of me, touching me everywhere.
“You’re going to love this,” he murmured against my lips. He slipped down
between my legs, and I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing
against my soaking wet labia, teasingly close but so far away at the same time.
“Remember: if you need me to stop…”

“If you stop I swear I am going to kill you,” I told
him. Devon cackled at my comment, all the while guiding himself up against me.
I took a deep breath, exhaling
slowly
as
he thrust into me. I felt the tip of his cock push past the initial resistance
of my body—it was so tight, so full, that for a moment I almost did tell him to
stop; but the next instant, he was sliding in deeper, filling me up inch by
inch with heat, rubbing along my inner walls. I moaned out, wrapping my legs
around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, pushing my hips down to meet
him.

Devon began to move inside of me slowly, pulling out
just a little bit and then sinking in deeper and deeper, sending little electric
jolts of sensation through my nerves. “Shit, Jenn,” Devon said breathlessly,
panting against my neck.
“You feel so good,
baby.
So good.”
I fell into his
rhythm, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts, kissing everywhere my lips
could reach and letting my hands wander all over his body. Devon began to pick
up his pace slowly but steadily, giving me time to get used to him before he
started thrusting just a little bit faster, pushing a little bit deeper inside
of me with every movement.

It felt so good—so right, my whole
body tingling, moving automatically.
I could feel his cock
twitching inside of me as my muscles tightened around him in little spasms; I
was getting closer and closer to orgasm every second—I wanted to hold back, but
it was impossible. It felt too good. Devon managed to hold himself back as I
came for a second time, crying out with pleasure, grabbing at him, my hands
slipping on his sweat-slick body while every muscle tensed and then relaxed in
little spasms. He slowed to a near stop and then started again, moving a little
faster this time, building me up just as quickly as he did before. Every
movement of his hips rubbed against my clit, sending tiny jolts of sensation
through my body that made it impossible to think.

Devon was thrusting into me hard and fast, both of us
moaning out over and over again, touching each other everywhere, panting and
gasping. We both hit our climax at what seemed like the same moment—I could
never be sure
afterward
if there had even
been a heartbeat of difference—clinging to each other as if for life itself. I
felt Devon’s cock twitching inside of me more and more, felt the
sticky slick
gush of his come shooting into me,
making my orgasm that much more intense. We kept moving until we collapsed in a
heap on the bed, limbs tangled up together, gasping for breath.

Chapter
Four

I had no idea of what time it was as Devon and I lay
in bed together, recovering from the orgasms that had shaken us. I curled up
against him, still able to feel the aftershocks coursing through my body. “How
was that?” Devon asked me, tilting my face up to his. I giggled.

“God, I feel like I can’t stop laughing,” I told him,
shaking my head.

“Then it must have been good,” Devon said, with a
little, satisfied
grin. He held me close to
him, his hands wandering over me in a slow, soothing way. I could still feel
little muscle spasms in my legs; somewhere deep down in my hips I’d started to
feel an ache that seemed both perfectly natural and strange. I wanted more—I wished
that I had the energy to propose to Devon that we go at it again, but all I
could do was cuddle close to him while I tingled and shivered.

We talked for a little while, about nothing at all,
about sex. “That was what you were going to tell me, wasn’t it?” Devon asked
me, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly. Devon laughed, running
his fingers through my hair.

“Well, it worked out for the best. I didn’t hurt you,
right?” I shook my head, giggling again.
I felt
so good—so happy, so satisfied.
It surprised me; it wasn’t as if I’d
never had an orgasm before. But what had happened with Devon was so much more
than just getting off.

“
No
, that was so
great that if I wasn’t exhausted right now I’d be begging you for more.” Devon
grinned, kissing me lightly on the lips. He pulled the blankets over us when I
continued to shiver, commenting on the fact that his room always seemed to be
the coldest in the frat.

The talk between us began to die down slowly; I kept
waiting for Devon to suggest I should go back to the dorms—offer to walk me
back, or something like that, but he didn’t make any indication that he wanted
me to leave. I became more and more sleepy as the lingering aftershocks began
to die off, and eventually even if Devon had wanted me to leave, I would have
had a hard time prying myself out of his bed. I nestled in close to him and
fell asleep, contented and so full of pleasure that I almost laughed as I
thought of the fact that at one point—not so long ago—I had thought that
nothing could possibly have salvaged the evening. I had been wrong in the best
possible
way,
I thought to myself as I
fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up in phases; for a moment,
even before I opened my eyes, I was disoriented. I felt someone in the bed next
to me, heard the little sounds of slow, steady breathing, and without looking
knew that I was in a different room, a different bed. Then the events of the
evening flashed into my mind seemingly all at
once,
and I opened my eyes to see Devon, curled up on his side next to me, fast
asleep. There was the little throb of
a headache
at my temples from all of the alcohol I’d consumed the night before, but it was
not the worst hangover I’d ever experienced. I almost giggled, thinking in
amazement of the turn of luck I’d had. Not only had I managed to meet Devon
Sealy—the legend of legends, the star of the basketball team—but I had ended up
losing my virginity to him.

It hit me that I had lost track of all of my friends
the night before; I had no idea where they had ended up, and they definitely
didn’t know where I was, if they had even noticed I wasn’t with them. I climbed
out of the bed carefully, wincing. I was still tender, still aching slightly
between my hips from the night before. I didn’t know how much sleep I had
gotten, but it hadn’t really been enough. I fumbled through my clothes and
purse and found my phone; there was only 12% battery power left, and as I
unlocked the screen I saw a flood of text messages asking where I was, if I was
okay. I sent out a group text that I was
fine
and got dressed in my clothes quickly.
Oh
god, the walk of shame,
I thought to myself wryly as I pulled on my still-damp
panties. Devon was fast asleep still, and I looked at him for a long moment.
The night had been so amazing; I couldn’t imagine a
better first time.
I decided it would be pointless to wake Devon up to
tell him I was leaving. I tiptoed out of his room, down the stairs, and out of
the frat house entirely, fighting back the urge to giggle. In spite of how
tired I was, I couldn’t help feeling great, even with the ache between my legs.

I made my way across campus as quickly as I could;
even though almost no one was awake until noon, I didn’t really want to run
into anyone. It was bad enough to be walking across campus the morning after a
huge party with the same thing I’d been wearing last night; I thought for sure
anyone who took one look at me would immediately know what I had done. I shook
my head to myself, unable to fight back the grin.
Devon had been so good to me; he’d been so sweet, especially once he knew
I was a virgin.
I couldn’t think
of any
guy
I’d ever met who could possibly be better.

I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that all of
my friends—everyone who had gone to the party with me—were in my dorm, waiting
for me when I arrived. “Where were you? What happened?” I felt my face burning
up and tried to push down the blush even though I knew it was impossible.

“Oh,” I said, shrugging. “I got tired of waiting for
all of you to decide to head home and crashed in one of the bedrooms upstairs,”
I said quickly. “I didn’t want to walk back alone and I didn’t know where any
of you were.” I shrugged it off again. “God, I’m still tired; I need to get out
of these clothes.”

I ducked into my room, leaving my friends in the
common area to chatter amongst themselves. I couldn’t believe how energetic
they were—and how tired I was. I grinned to myself. The more I thought about
it, the easier it was to believe how tired I was. After all—I’d had a big
night.

I wasn’t sure why, exactly, I’d hedged about where I’d
been. Considering how the girls had plastered themselves on guys at the party,
it wasn’t like they’d judge me for going to bed with someone. None of them knew
that I was a virgin. But I thought about how Devon had been; he’d been so sweet
and kind to me, so gentle with me. He had been ready to stop anytime I wanted to;
he had worked hard to make sure I had enjoyed it. I thought with a little
flicker of hope that it was just a little bit possible that it might turn into
an actual relationship. My heart beat faster at the thought.

If I did want
actually
to be
Devon’s girlfriend, I doubted that he’d want me to go around
telling all of my friends about how good he was in bed, about how big his cock
was. If it was me, I’d hate that, so I had to give him the same respect. I
giggled to myself, stripping off my clothes from the night before. I could
still feel the tenderness between my thighs, the ache in my hips. I wanted to
savor it as long as I possibly could, by myself. I didn’t want to share the
facts of what had
happened
 
with
anyone. At least for a little while, I wanted to keep it all
for myself.
 
I told myself that there was
nothing to be ashamed of; after all, I had wanted Devon, and he had wanted me,
and that was all that was really needed to have sex with someone. Even my own
parents hadn’t tried to preach the “wait for marriage” doctrine to me; though
my mom did say that she would rather I wait until it was a guy who was
absolutely nuts about me. Devon liked me—I knew he did. So it was okay.

I was so tired that I decided I absolutely had to have
a nap before I did anything else that day; the dining hall wouldn’t even be
open for another couple of hours anyway. I called out to my friends to come and
get me when they went for
brunch
and
curled up
in
my bed to think about Devon
and how sweet he had been. I ended up falling asleep almost immediately.

Chapter
Five

I must have been less exhausted than I thought; I woke
up about an hour later, according to my phone, when Kelly came in. “Hey—you
disappeared last night,” Kelly said with a grin, throwing herself onto the bed
next to me.