Duke: Dark College Bully Romance (Bastards of Bainbridge Hall Book 3)

Duke stills me with a touch to my shoulder, and I look up, a wet pop sounding as I release his dick from my mouth.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, Stella Bella,” he murmurs softly, but the devilish look in his eye tells me whatever he’s about to do he’s excited for.

My heart hammers so hard, I wonder if he can see the frantic drumming as it tries to burst through my skin. I follow his instructions, giving him my back and assuming the position he’s requested. Only, a second later, he’s off the mattress, and dragging me backward by the hips to the edge of the bed. His hands palm my round ass, firmly massaging. I have no idea what to expect next. My breathing is ragged. Audible. For several seconds, it’s all I hear—that and the sound of my blood whooshing in my ears. He finally puts me out of my misery when he flicks my clit with his tongue, letting it dance there for a moment before it slides languidly until it’s just shy of my ass. I let out a choked gasp. He squeezes my ass cheeks, then groans loudly as he holds me open, bends at the waist, and begins to devour me.

“Oh god. Duke.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own—I’m half delirious with his mouth feasting on me like this, demanding complete control over my pleasure. And fuck if I won’t let him have it. Delicious quakes rattle my body in response to each lick, each kiss, and each heady moan. Jolts that feel a whole lot like lightning slicing through my core have moisture seeping from me. He swipes his tongue into my entrance, lapping up my juices as he emits the most guttural of groans. The vibration from the sound sends me spiraling to a place where the only people who exist are me and him.

His tongue. Fuck. I writhe, chasing it, and savor every wild, uninhibited stroke. Dropping my chest to the bed, I arch my back, giving him more access. The second I do, that fucking magical tongue of his spears inside me. I lose it, my fingers clutching the bedsheets in front of me because if I don’t hold on to something, I’m going to fly right out of my own skin. The bedding muffles my moans, but there’s no way for me to stop the rapturous cries. What he’s doing is turning me inside out and upside down. I moan and curse, feeling untamed and so fucking free. If anyone had told me I’d end up like this with Duke a few weeks ago, I’d have laughed. But now. I feel differently. And while I don’t claim to know exactly what’s in Duke’s head, he’s changed, too.

He growls, his face buried in my pussy, and rasps, “Fuck, yes. That’s my fucking good girl.” A half second later, his palm comes down on my ass cheek, making me cry out. At first, the sting is painful, but then he rubs his hand over the warmed skin, brushes his lips over the spot, and kisses it. A moment later, he grips my hips and tugs me from my knees, bringing me off the edge of the bed, leaving only my torso resting on it. His cock nudges my entrance as he prepares to take me from behind, and I go up on tiptoe, seeking a better angle.

Duke takes his time, exploring every inch of my pussy with his fingers. Breathy moans slip from between my lips and my chest heaves. “Please,” I whimper.

“Do you need my cock?”

“Yes. God yes.” Blood infuses my face as I gasp out, “Give it to me.”

“I fucking love it when you tell me what you want. It’s so goddamn sexy.” He pushes inside me, then slides his hands up my back and over my shoulders, until he’s lying overtop of me. He threads his fingers with mine. “I will always give you what you need,” he murmurs so quietly I almost don’t hear him. He rocks slowly now, so different than he was with me just a few minutes ago, and I feel every drag of his cock as he pulls back and every single smooth stroke inside. It’s so damn good. He’s going to wreck me. He fills me over and over again, his big cock stretching me so deliciously, I could cry. “You take my dick so good, baby.” His words make my skin catch fire. And fuck, am I ever enjoying the burn. He licks up the side of my neck, burying himself deep. “Goddamn, you’re sweet. So fucking wet and tight. Like your pussy was meant for my cock.”

“I need to see you.”

Before I can even process that Duke has pulled out, he’s responded to my request, flipping me over and hooking my legs over the crease of his elbows. He slides effortlessly back inside me and begins to rhythmically fuck me. “Better?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp out, his dick so long and hard, I can hardly keep my eyes off it as it strokes in and out of my pussy. I swear, this is almost more intimate than being within kissing range. At this distance, he can see every expression that flits across my face and can watch every one of my movements. My chest, neck, and face flush, and dammit, he notices that, too.

Who knew that having Duke get a real glimpse of how I respond to him would make me feel so fucking vulnerable? I’m the one who wanted to be able to look at him while he fucked me. I guess I hadn’t thought about the fact that it might put me on display, too.

He relentlessly thrusts his dick inside me and, in doing so, I put on quite a show, panting and writhing on the bed before him. I could be embarrassed that he’s got a front row seat to all this, but instead I choose to own it, just like I do with every other aspect of my life. I let out a throaty moan, catching my breasts in my hands and thumbing at the nipples that are so hard they could cut glass.

“So fucking beautiful.” Duke’s blue eyes capture and hold mine. He unhooks my legs from his arms and, bending over me, skims a fiery path with his lips over my torso. I lock my legs around his waist as he continues to plunge in and out of my body at a steady pace, all while exploring every curve of my body. When he reaches my neck, he groans aloud, inhaling swiftly. “Fuck, you smell so damn good. Like cinnamon lollipops and sex and happiness.”

My heart. The things he says to me can swing wildly from hot and sexy to sweet and comforting. And I fucking love it all, I can’t help myself. That part of me that’d been wary of what might come out of Duke’s mouth … I think it’s long gone.

A moment later, he slides his cock from my body. Startled by the sudden emptiness, I sit up, my forehead creasing. He climbs onto the mattress next to me and settles on his back. Crooking his finger at me, he gives me a salacious smirk. “Ride this dick, baby.”

I almost laugh out loud, thinking to myself that he just proved my thoughts to be true. One minute he’s sweet and bringing me a lollipop, the next minute, he’s saying things that set my panties ablaze. I don’t hesitate to straddle his body, and he guides me onto his erection. The sensation of fullness is so damn good, a gasp bursts from between my lips as I take him so fucking deep I feel him everywhere. My eyes widen as I stare into his eyes because what I see there is a reflection of my own ecstasy beaming back at me. And then, I can’t help myself in the slightest, I have to move. I begin to rock, the delicious slide of his cock working in and out of my body makes me feel wanton and sexy. I rest my hands on his cut abs and, feeling my brain short-circuit a bit, I wonder again how the fuck we ever got here—but I’m so fucking glad we did.

I fucking love how his hands move up the fronts of my thighs, how they cup my hips and guide me, how they drift to my breasts, playing with my nipples. I needed this time alone with Duke. We needed it. His eyes follow the path of his hand as he slips it between my legs and applies pressure to my clit. My head drops back, and my eyes slam shut. Sparkling lights flicker behind my eyelids, little explosions mimicking the ones going off throughout my body. “Fuck, Duke. Just like that. Please. Please don’t stop,” I pant, grinding myself down on his fingers.

“Never,” he grunts, letting me do what I need to, while his body trembles under me. His stomach has grown taut beneath my hands. He’s on the edge.

I bite my lip. I want to watch him come undone. “I changed my mind. Come for me, Duke.” I work myself over him in smooth, satisfying strokes, then reach behind me and tug gently on his balls.

“Goddamn. Lennon.” Duke heaves out my name like a prayer, and in the next moment, his tightened jaw goes slack, his grip on my hips tightens as he slams upward into me. His dick pulses. “Fuuuck, baby. Fuck.” I don’t know if I’m imagining being able to feel his release, but I can totally tell by the dumbstruck look on his face that he’s painted my insides with his cum.

I hold still as long as I can, but what we’ve been doing has worked me up again. I slip my fingers down to my clit and begin to rub myself, finding it feels really good with his slick cum inside me to continue to ride him.

Duke gently moves my hand away and pulls me down on top of his chest. “Go ahead. Use me to get off.” His words are gritty and raw as he threads his hand through the hair at the back of my head and brings my mouth to his. Our kiss is sizzling hot, and it feels so fucking good because his cum is leaking from me, slickening my way. I gasp at the insane pleasure of it, and he takes advantage, plunging his tongue into my mouth. His free hand slides down my back, skims over my ass cheek, then down lower. My breath hitches as his fingers dip into the mess we’ve made. His fingers roam, touching us where we’re connected, and it’s so hot and dirty, I feel tension coiling in my lower abdomen, another orgasm on the horizon.

Duke catches my mouth in a sloppy, ravenous kiss that matches what’s going on down below where he’s touching us. Fuck. It feels so good, I really think I will come if we keep going like this, him still half hard and teasing the fuck out of us.

“Do you trust me?” His raspy murmur makes my heart skip.

I don’t know how I find the words to speak with my head buzzing the way it is, but I whisper against his neck. “You know I do.”

His fingers glide from my pussy ever so slowly toward my ass until the slick tips brush over puckered, sensitive-as-hell skin. My stomach pitches, and I freeze, my chest jerking as he tugs gently with the hand in my hair until I’m looking at him while he touches me in a way no one else has before. My brain is about to explode, and I wonder if he touches Mase’s ass, too. My eyes crash shut for a moment. What am I thinking? Of course he does. He had his dick in there. I saw them together. Heat rushes over me as I begin to make slight movements back and forth, my clit nudging Duke’s pelvic bone and with every stroke back, my ass brushes the fingers he’s casually left there.

It’s getting way too hot in here. He’s making me sweat. I’m not ready to say it, but I’m becoming increasingly greedy for both the friction my clit is receiving and the tingles shooting through the nerve endings at my back door.

My mouth is going very, very dry. I’m adrift in feeling, not another thought in my head beyond the way I feel and the tightwire I’m walking toward orgasm.

“Look at me.”

My eyelashes flutter as my eyes open. “Kiss me, Stella, and let me make you feel so fucking good.”

I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. “Yes.” I grip the sides of his face with my hands and dive headlong into his kiss. As our tongues stroke together, the kiss gets messier the more desperate I become. His finger gently circles and circles, the tip prods, then darts away. Over and over.

I become impatient, needing more of the sensations hurtling through me, threatening to start a wildfire racing through my veins. I whimper into his mouth, then increase the intensity of the kiss. I plunge my tongue inside, swirling and chasing his, all while I shove my ass backward at him. Embarrassment at what I’m doing should be smacking into me right about now … but this is Duke. And mine is not the first ass he’s played with.

“Duke. I n-need—”

“What do you need, baby?”

“More. I need more.” And I kiss him again to the feel of him pressing a fingertip inside my tight asshole. I shudder and shake at the completely new feeling. I continue to grind my clit on him with every stroke and push backward until his cum-covered finger slips farther inside me.

My orgasm crests like so many of my orgasms do. There’s a fluttering sensation, a shimmer of sorts. Coiled tension unfurling. But then, boom. I’m knocked off my axis as my entire lower half pulses. Throbs. Detonates. My body rocks, and I cry out. I don’t even know if I’m saying actual words or simply babbling nonsense as I literally lose my mind.

It’s several moments before I’m coherent enough to understand that Duke is talking to me—whispering softly, that is. I make a little humming sound, then find the strength to lift my head so I can peer into his eyes.

“You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?”

I give him a sheepish grin. “If it was after I came, then no.”

He chuckles, rolling me to the mattress where I collapse beside him. I snuggle close to his strong body. I needed this. We needed this. My eyelids grow heavy as Duke envelops me in his arms, and the citrusy scent of his cologne lulls me to sleep.

I glance up from my phone. “Are you sure it’s okay to bring me with you, Juliette? I don’t have to come in. I could wait in the car.”

Juliette glances at me, a sweet smile on her lips as she pulls her obviously expensive sports car around the back of some fancy building. “Don’t be silly. I told you, the guy who offered me the job said it was okay to bring a friend. In fact, he encouraged it.”

The place appears to be closed, only faint glimmers of light peeking out from a few of the windows. Despite that, we park in a back lot, as Juliette seems confident. She’s all smiles as she rummages in her bag, pulling out a tube of pink lip gloss. Using the rearview mirror, she proceeds to slick it on, rubbing her lips together until she’s satisfied with the way it looks. I try to get my bearings of where we are, but on the way over, I hadn’t been paying attention, instead focusing on the hand-me-down phone my mother gave me earlier this afternoon. The guy she’s dating bought her a sleek new one with all the bells and whistles. Pretty crazy. But whatever, now I have a phone of my own.

Slipping it in my pocket, I watch as she puts another coat of mascara on her lashes. I’d applied my makeup before I left the house, but now I’m wondering if I’d done a good enough job. I exhale slowly, choosing not to worry about it. “So, how’d you find out about this job again?”

“This guy who’s a regular at the diner. He’s been chatting me up for weeks. He invited me. I guess he figured I could use the money if I was working at Stella’s.” She shrugs. “He’s not wrong. I tried not to appear desperate, but …”