The Enforcer (Lakeside University #1)

by Avery Keelan

“Tap three times,” I whisper, wondering what exactly he has in store for me.

“I’m in charge unless you safeword...

“Agreed.”

From top to bottom, the ties go one by one, until I’m standing naked in front of him. Dipping his head, he lavishes my breasts while he glides a fingertip across my soaking folds, cursing softly about how wet I am. He thrusts a thick finger inside, followed by another, sending off fireworks in my core, and we both groan. His thumb presses my sensitive bundle of nerves, delivering a sudden overdose of pleasure. I whimper, shamelessly writhing against his hand as the pressure in my core builds. He works me like an instrument he’s played his entire life until I’m overheating, completely at his mercy. I can’t see straight, can’t think straight, can’t focus on anything but what he’s doing to me.

Nimble fingers stroke me again, teasing me until I beg. I’m close, but we both know he’s not letting me get off yet. He’s just getting me so hot that my judgment is absolutely incinerated before he gets me near the bed. And it’s working. “Please,” I whimper. My back arches off the wall, hips pressing into him needily. He tsks, slowing his caresses even more. “When do you get to come, Violet?” “When you say so.” “That’s right.”

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Grabbing me by the waist with a sudden ferocity, he hoists me up, effortlessly tossing me over his shoulder. The wind knocks of my lungs, and the hotel room turns upside down. “Put me down.” It’s a breathy, half-hearted demand, one that we both know I don’t really mean. “Will do.”

His large hand slides between my shoulder bla...

my upper body, and he flips me right-side-up. Setting me down, he places an elbow on either side ...

“You still like throwing me around.” “You still like it when I throw you around.”

“I forgot you were big enough to crush me.” His expression softens. “I won’t.”

Burying his face in my neck, he trails his nose along my skin, sending a wave of goosebumps cascading down my arms. He inhales deeply like he’s trying to savor me, letting out a growly exhalation. “What’s wrong?” I comb my fingers through his damp hair, confused by the way he’s suddenly come to a halt. “I’m a mess over you,”

murmurs. “You don’t even seem to realize it.”

“Based on how I rushed out of the pool earlier, I’m not exactly the p...

“You don’t need to worry about other girls, Vi. I want you so bad I can’t fucking see straight.” “You’ve got me now.” In truth, he’s had me all along. “Yeah.” He grins, lowering his mouth to mine. “I do.”

Hot, wet kisses circle the base of my throat while my fingers explore every sculpted inch of Nash’s body above me. Mapping, reminiscing, savoring. I’m shocked by how much I remember. The scar on his back from a bike accident when he was a kid. The tiny birthmark on his shoulder. The inked, intricate tattoos along his right shoulder, which now extend the full length of his arm.

He slips them off before kneeling between my legs again, heavy erection digging into my lower stomach as he covers my lips with his. I’m soaking and aching, expecting him to take me. Instead, he breaks away and presses his mouth to my neck, then my collarbone, leisurely working down to the swell of my breasts.

Nibbling and biting, he soothes away the sting with his tongue, marking my skin with his kisses. Moving inward, his stubble scratches my upper thighs, then my lower stomach. The pulse between my legs flutters as I squirm beneath him, desperately waiting and wanting, nearly out of my mind with need. His tongue drags along the sensitive skin of my inner leg, nearly reaching the apex of my thighs, and reality comes crashing back down.

“I was in the pool,” I protest, sitting up on my elbows and scooting back slightly. “I haven’t even showered.” Then again, this is the guy who used to feast on me like a five-course meal after I came home from the gym, sweaty Lululemon gear and all. He also regularly went down on me after sex without a second thought.

Nash cocks an eyebrow, a glint of reprimand in his eyes. “Are you safewording me?” “No.” I fall back against the pillow, breath snagging as he dips a finger into my soaking heat, dragging it across my clit. Oh, that’s good. My toes curl with ecstasy, all thoughts vacating my brain. The next words c...

his, I nod slowly, too consumed by the heavy ache low in my belly to argue any further. His strong hands grip my thighs, parting my legs to him, and heated, primal desire stretches across his face. “So perfect.” He trac...

My self-consciousness melts away as he teases me with soft kisses and not-so-soft scrapes of his teeth, grazing my pubic bone and outer edges, deliberately avoiding where I want him most. Heated breath rolls across my skin, promising of more without delivering. Each additional second is torture, my core throbbing with need until it’s almost too much to bear. Finally, his mouth closes over my swollen bundle of nerves and I jolt, crying out. He dives in, caressing me in a decadent pattern of swipes and flicks, taking me higher and easing me down like an endless rollerc...

Needy whimpers escape the back of my throat, and I clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle them. I can’t remember whose hotel room is next door to mine. Hell, I don’t know my own name. All I can do is try to be quiet, but he’s not making it easy. He’s relentless and demanding, somehow dominating me even with his face buried between my legs.

hips begin to sway instinctively, and he plunges two fingers inside my soaking entrance, demolishing me with a renewed intensity. His fingers curl up and press against the perfect spot, sending me through the stratosphere. Overcome by the sensation, my back arches, and the movement pulls my body away from him. He growls and roughly yanks me back down, wrapping his other arm around my thigh to lock me in place against his face.

A sob slips through my lips, my body trembling beneath him. Just when I think it’s too much, he wrenches another wave of euphoria out of me with his mouth, wringing me out until I’m completely spent.

Nash eases me down slowly, kissing back up my body and trailing his lips along my neck, smiling against my shoulder. “Your pussy tastes even better than I remembered, especially when you come. You should sit on my face next time, though. I miss that view.” “You have such a dirty mouth.” “That’s not new.”

lips. “And you like it.” “Maybe.” I shift, widening my legs so he can settle between them, desperate for our bodies to co...

All I want is to have him inside me, filling me, stretching me, pounding me until he’s so ...

He kneels between my parted thighs, gripping my upper leg in one hand and fisting the base of his thick shaft with the other. “Did...

“Condom,” he murmurs, watching himself push inside the slightest fraction of an inch. My body begs for him to keep going, but he stops. “I don’t have any,” I admit. This wasn’t exactly planned. “I’m still on birth control, but…” Nash leans on one forearm and hovers over me, his expression sobering. His fingertip ghosts across my cheek, brushing my lips. There are a million things written across his face: fondness and admiration, desire and lust, even a hint of protectiveness. “I’ve never done that with anyone else, Vi. And I haven’t been with anyone since we got tested during our physicals at the start of the season, so I know I’m clean. But I’m not going to pressure you into anything.” “I haven’t done that with anyone else, either. I trust you.”

“Thank fuck.” His gaze lands back on me with a wicked grin, and my heart skips with anticipation.

Our eyes stay locked as he slams inside me in a single, brutal thrust. My nails bite into his shoulder...

He’s not small—in any department—and I’m not used to his size any...

“Ease me in a little before you rail me.” “I will.” Nash claims my lips with another kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth, coaxing the tension from my body. My walls relax around him, and we both groan as he starts to rock against me, the head of his cock nudging that perfect spot. This time, it’s all pleasure, no pain.

Wave after wave of sheer bliss crashes over my body, slowly melding together into a blur of euphoria. This. This is all I want. In this moment, I don’t care about the past, the future, or what I’m risking. If it means having him, I’ll do it ten times over. He pulls out slowly, driving back in with a thrust that’s expertly angled to hit exactly where I need him. My eyelids flutter shut, head tipping back against the pillow. I haven’t been properly fucked in as long as I can remember. Actually, I can remember—it was the last time I was with him. “Christ, Vi. Has your pussy always felt this good?”

“I think it was made for my cock.” Too overwhelmed by another rapidly approaching climax, my o...

When he kisses me again, it’s needy; rough. I meet his every thrust, nails raking down his back while he angles his mouth against mine, biting and tasting. He palms my thighs and lifts me off the bed, plowing...

“Oh, ...

His palm connects against my ass ...

“God’s not here.”

It’s too much, not enough, and everything I need all at once. My eyes squeeze shut, fingertips digging into his shoulders. Pleasure swells in my center, expanding until it explodes into shards of brilliant ecstasy, and I unravel beneath him for a second time, whimpering and pulling the sheets clean off the bed.

Nash clamps his hand over my mouth with a low chuckle, muffling my cries. “We need to wor...

Animalistic ferocity gleams in his eyes as he pins my arms over my head with one hand, circling both of my wrists between his fingers in a bruising grip. He works me with savage determination, pummeling me with a punishing pace. Each drive of his hips charges the electricity pulsing in my core, voltage growing brighter and brighter. “That’s it, Vi.”

“Come again for me like a good girl.” The combination of his filthy encouragement and divine pain is like touching a live wire, and everything detonates again. A sob wrenches from my lips, followed by a string of unintelligible whimpers begging or thanking him or some combination of both, and I lose myself in him completely.

I’m still in the throes of my own orgasm when he slams into me with such force that it steals the breath from my lungs, driving th...

“Dammit. Why do you have to be so—” With another snap of his hips, the headboard hits the wall again. “Fucking.” He pulls back, plunging into me with another crash of the furniture. “Hot.” Releasing my wrists, his mouth crashes down on mine and he grabs my hips, holding me down. We both cry out as he drives into me one final time. A tremor runs through his body, and he buries his face in my neck with a low groan, throbbing between my legs with release. Nash h...

Still buried inside of me, he wraps an arm beneath my waist and rolls us over, facing each other. Intertwining our top hands, he kisses the side of my wrist, emerald eyes tracing my face. Something unspoken passes between us, but I’m afraid to let myself believe it.

He hauls me even closer, and I nestle in the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth of his smooth skin against mine, the steady thud of his heart against my cheek. As much as it might surprise other people, Nash is world-class at cuddling. After a few more minutes of sweaty snuggling, he presses a kiss to my temple and shifts, reluctantly separating our bodies. “Hang tight, beautiful.”

The tap switches on in the bathroom, and he returns a moment later with a warm washcloth, carefully wiping my inner thighs. When he dips between my legs, I draw in a soft breath at the stimulation from the terrycloth where I’m still sensitive and now a little sore, and his touch gentles even more. My hands sink into his thick hair, playing with it affectionately. “You’re still sweet, you know that?”

“Just cleaning up the mess I made.” He sets the damp cloth aside, brushing his lips against my neck, right below my ear. Warm breath fans my skin, sending tingles down my spine. “But I like knowing you’ll have a reminder of me between your legs for a while.”

red hickey blooming on the outside of my hip. “Damn, I marked you good. Does that hurt?” “No. At least it’s where nobody can see.”