Promiscuous U: Book Two

By Sierra Hoffman

The drama continues during Freshman year at Arizona University.

Tatum's one-afternoon-stand with Ian West heats up when she develops more than physical feelings for him. But Ian's brother, Brody, has other ideas. His plan: blackmail Tatum into having sex with him again. Never mind that he's married and that sex in the cookie shop with him was a mistake with unexpected consequences.

Meanwhile, things progress with Sadhvi and Dalton. Despite their obvious interest in each other, they never seem to get together. Will Sadhvi finally make it past first base with Dalton?

And Chaz is in for a little excitement of his own when he reunites with his ex. But conservative and nerdy Nolan has unexpected plans that may splash Chaz's image all over the Internet.

Join a memorable cast of characters for some fun and raunchy co-ed debauchery during another quarter at Promiscuous U.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sierra Hoffman
• Release date: Apr 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370155552

Sierra Hoffman

Sierra Hoffman is the author of New Adult romance with an erotic (smutty) twist. Her stories delve into college life with a heavy dose of steam and rock hard escapades. When she’s not writing, Sierra is soaking up the Arizona sun with her family, reading, or playing video games with her older son.

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Promiscuous U

Book Two

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Promiscuous U

Book 2,

Episode 1

1

If eighteen-year-old Tatum Moore thought she had a reason to leave the Square Peg early before, she really has a reason now. Running into her old flame, Ian West, on the way out was not part of the plan. Neither was encountering his older brother, Brody, and his wife, Lizzy.

Normally, meeting an ex’s sibling would be no biggie. But, in this case, Tatum had randomly fucked Brody in the bathroom of the local bookstore slash bakery. With her hands tied and his hard-on drilling into her, Tatum had no clue Brody was related to Ian. Or that he was married. Or that she’d ever see him again.

What were the chances? Talk about small world.

Ian’s fingers entwine with Tatum’s, and she finds herself back in the club, grappling with the thrill of touching him again, and the dread over seeing Brody.

Tatum searches the corners of the room for a rescue: Sadhvi, Chaz, anyone. But it’s too crowded to make them out.

At the beat of a disco tune, a silver glitter ball lowers from the ceiling, and strobe lights pulse, sending crystal shards across the dance floor.

Ian and Tatum sit arm-to-arm at the bar as if they were never apart, never on a break. The sinew of muscles beneath his shirt makes Tatum’s nerves ripple with excitement. Despite the six-foot-tall drag queen who emerges from behind the sequined curtain in a hot pink ball gown and wearing the entire Cover Girl line, Ian only has eyes for Tatum. She feels the sear of his blue-eyed stare, igniting her synapses and awakening her raunchiest fantasies. She’s really missed sex with him.

Tatum meets the simmer of his look with a smile and studies the nuances of his face. Apart from the periwinkle irises and dark lashes, Ian also has a beauty mark at the edge of his nose. Within his smile is a single dimple on the left side of his cheek—his own sexy puncture mark or parenthesis that says he’s happy. She never noticed it before. Never bothered to care.

Tatum reaches out and outlines it with her finger.

Ian closes his eyes at her touch, and the dimple disappears under the rising heat they’re already generating from the simple gesture of skin on skin.

It’s like I erased it, Tatum says mostly to herself as she draws away.

Ian snags Tatum’s hand, then he opens his eyes and latches on to hers. Erased what?

Your dimple.

He strokes the palm of Tatum’s hand with his thumb. It’s intimate. Suggestive. It sends electric sparks to her clit.

Tatum touches the space where the dimple once was. It’s…sexy.

The word sexy undoes him a little, evoking the peeling away of a bra of the stroking of skin just beneath the waistband. It’s obvious he’s missed her, too.

Ian’s hand lights on Tatum’s knee and caresses upward. Her skin is smooth to the touch. And as his hand moves further up, he discovers she’s not wearing underwear.

He’s heavy-lidded. Pre-orgasmic at the mere contact—the slightest thought of plunging a finger into her.

He leans in with his hand oh-so close.

She sucks in a breath, wetness seeping out in her wanting of him.

Just the thought of you makes me want to come. It might just happen. Right here. In a gay bar. Or, he breathes into her ear, the brush of his lips against the lobe of her ear sending a rush of goosebumps along her body, I can make you come right now.

She eyes the obvious tent in his pants. He doesn’t bother to hide it. The mere sight of it—the knowledge of the thick and smooth erection beneath—drives her mad with desire and need for it. She’s had it before. Wants it again. Wants him again.

Tatum’s heart rides a tidal wave of anticipation. She’s sure he can feel the thrum at the pulse of her upper thigh. The blood rushes to her pussy, filling her with a craving only Ian can gratify.

She instinctively arches her back, but her eyes remain connected to his as if their bodies are already physically connected as one.

Ian is high with yearning. He licks his lips and, in one motion, everything he wishes to do to her and with her seems to play out on his face—the heat of his desire shows in the flush of his cheeks.

The lyrics to It’s Raining Men fade, quickly replaced with the drumming of Tatum’s heart and her own urge for Ian.

Yes, she says, clutching the bar like a life rope. Strobes score the surfaces of the bar, the walls, Ian’s hair. Her surroundings blur with the electricity of sex. And in that moment, Ian plunges two fingers into the folds of her wetness, delving deep. His thumb—the same one that teased her palm earlier—shiatsus her clit, and her nipples harden, jealous of the neglect. She wants his lips on her naked breasts. She fights back the desire to tear off her clothes and climb onto the bar, so he can ravage her—so she can consume him with her pent-up desire and the building throbs of her cunt.

All Tatum’s energy drains from her neck, her shoulders, her face, and takes root within the folds of her barely-there curls.

Her breath is an exhale of ragged and vibrating growls as all her erogenous zones electrify and climb toward orgasm. It’s amazing how the mere feel of Ian inside her vag makes her juices flow.

As if he reads her mind, he removes his fingers and seductively licks her creaminess from them, savoring the taste. He teases her, running the length of his tongue over one finger, and then taking his time to move on to the next. Fingertips brush her nipples, which are solid and ready for more.

The seduction of his perfect lips makes her dream up scenarios of his head between her thighs, lapping up her wetness and running over the ever-hardening ridge of her clit.

Come here, he says.

She slides off the bar stool and moves in front of him. Tatum feels how much he wants her as his imprisoned erection meets the inside of her thigh, straining to stand at full attention—rock hard and ready for anything. The heat of his breath tickles her face, and she smells his telltale cinnamon along with a hint of her own bodily fluids.

Ian puts his lips on hers and opens her mouth with his tongue. His hips move in tandem with his mouth, with the beat of the music. Clearly he wants to open her thighs, put himself in, and rock inside of her. But right now, he’s an expert at foreplay as he kisses her and sends a new rush of blood to her nether regions.

Ian. His name is a whisper, a breath, and a mantra all in one.

If the lights suddenly flared to life, the whole club would see them in the throes of public sex.

Ian captures Tatum’s mouth again, and she tastes the tangy sweetness of her own cream, which causes her to ignite.

Turn around. Face the stage, Ian says. Bossy. She likes it.

He swivels away from the bartender, so as not to create a captive audience. The people milling through the club are too busy watching the drag show to notice.

Tatum turns ass to Ian, and he pulls her up close and personal. So much so, that his cock prods through his pants and into the crease of her ass.

Ian lifts up her skirt in the back, making Tatum suck in a lungful of air. She knows what’s coming. Even through the surround sound, she hears the zip of his pants. His throbbing cock bursts free, and he guides it between her thighs, the tip toying with the entrance to her slit. She’s so lubed up with her own juices, that even with his wide girth, he easily slips inside.

One hand cups her firm breast as he enters her. Slow, thick, full. He audibly shutters at the pleasure.

He thrusts slowly, so as not to draw attention to their illicit and very public fornication. But Ian doesn’t know how much longer he can remain in control, especially when Tatum squeezes his swollen dick. She’s definitely been working out with Kegels or…well, he doesn’t want to think of the alternative—of her being with someone else. He wants her naked and bucking away with him, and only him. Wants her body to be his and his alone.

Tell me something about yourself. His panting brushes against the tiny hairs on her ear, making her squirm with satisfaction.

What? She stirs from the glorious movement of his cock within her folds, brushing up against her g-spot.

I want to know you better, he says, massaging her nipple, which is likely to send her over the edge with enthralled screams, all in the middle of a to-capacity club. Tell me something. He moans and closes his eyes, getting distracted by the pleasure. Anything.

I like you inside of me, she says on an exhale.

Other than that.

He’s going to come inside of her. But Ian wants her to climax first. Or—better yet—together. It’s so hard to do in such a contained way. He doesn’t want to exercise restraint. He wants to go to town with her body. Ride her hard. Have her ride him. No restrictions. No clothes. No limitations.

One thing, then I’ll take you out of here and fuck you hard, he whispers against her neck.

Her thoughts are scrambled. But she needs him to thrust more. To hit her g-spot and hit it hard. To make her come over and over again.

One thing, he says, his shaft rubbing her clit with a swell of unabashed gratification. He wants to bring her over the threshold, but holds back until she answers the question.

The beach, she says. I like… she sputters the words out, her brain mush under the control of his dick and her own libido, sand through my toes. The lap of… she’s ready to burst; her orgasm is so close, waves…on my…ah, ah, ah…

Tatum lets go. The strong reverberations of her orgasm are like a coil around Ian’s cock. His head tilts back, and his hips writhe on the stool as he lets go, shooting a geyser of hot and pent-up jizz into her. He holds her hips as he continues to come.

He works to catch his breath and regain his composure.

As if on cue, Brody and his wife make their way to the bar. Ian manages to slip out of Tatum and hide his stiff member behind a napkin before they arrive. At the same time, Tatum lowers her skirt as if nothing sexual ever happened.

So what are you kids up to? Brody asks. His eyes meet Tatum’s. He knows exactly what they’ve been doing; he’s been in Ian’s place. Literally. Seems pretty hot and heavy in here, he says, teasing his eyes over Tatum’s.

She averts her gaze, flashes of Brody’s carved body pressed against hers in the bathroom. His rigid and over-ready cock pumping in her.

Tatum dusts the memory aside and steels a glance at Lizzy. She’s pretty. Slim, long-legged, with strawberry-blond hair that careens down her back. The two are newlyweds. She must not gratify him in the bedroom. Or…he’s simply a man whore who cannot be satisfied by one woman.

But then why get married?

Why not remain a bachelor and sleep with anyone he wants? Unless they have an open marriage.

A bodybuilder with muscles gives Lizzy the head-to-toe, and Brody narrows his eyes at the guy, sporting a mask of jealousy. That’s right, he says to the guy’s back. Move along.

Lizzy smiles up at him as if he’s the only man in the club or, for that matter, the world. If only she knew.

So, no. Definitely not an open marriage. Just a cheater.

Ian absolutely cannot find out.

Tatum runs her hand along the curve of his spine.

Let’s get out of here, she says against his ear. You know, finish what we started.

Let’s.

But then a familiar voice calls out from the void. I thought you left.

Sadhvi dances over to Tatum with Dalton close behind. She looks like she’s riding a rainbow of bliss. And as soon as Tatum can haul ass out of this club, she can be partaking in that same feeling of euphoria. A feeling Sadhvi has yet to experience with any guy since she’s still a