Chapter 18
Something About Her Smell
ELIAS
I’m not drunk. I’ve only had like four or six jagerbombs, and although those usually sneak up on me, this time I’m positive I’m not drunk.
I mean how many drunk guys in college would willingly leave a party packed with willing women so they can go lay down with a girl that doesn’t even really like them?
None. That’s how many… yet here I am stumbling across campus knowing damn well I’d be doing sprints for an hour if Doc found out.
Coach Dr. Herrara — though no one calls her that — doesn’t mess around when it comes to us partying.
But I don’t care.
All I care about is laying in Riley’s bed with her because I’m positive her scent will help my equilibrium. I don’t know why, but I’m positive there’s a science about it somewhere. A science about it? I’m not sure if that’s a good sentence. Riley would know.
I speed up to get there a little faster just as it starts to sprinkle, and before I know it I’m shoving my way into her dorm room as quietly as I can. Unfortunately… that’s not very quiet.
I don’t know what I knock down, but it has Sam leaping up from her bed and chucking a shoe so hard at my face I swear my lip is already swelling. “What the fuck?” I whisper yell, falling against the closed door when she charges me.
“What the fuck me? What the fuck you? Why are you here?”
I point over at Riley in the dark. “That’s my girlfriend. Did you forget?”
She mocks my words and drops whatever weapon she has in her hand. “You still didn’t answer my question. She’s not your property.”
“Property?” I ask incredulously as my eyes adjust to the dark room. “I didn’t say she was. I j—”
“It was implied,” she hisses, looking at me like she hates me. Why would she hate me? I’ve never done anything to her, in fact I’m specifically not doing something to her. That’s why we’re all in this mess.
Or maybe I’m just to blame there.
“I just want to smell her. Wait, that came out weird. I mean, I was at a party and all I could think about was her and the room started to spin and I knew if I could just smell her hair the room would stop spinning.”
Nailed it. I just wish it was a lie.
Even in the darkness I see her soften slightly. “Fine, but if she makes even one complaint you’re leaving.”
“Alright.”
“If you puke in here I will murder you,” she continues, making me roll my eyes.
“Jesus, alright.”
Scoffing, she takes a step back toward her bed. “And no sex.”
That one I can’t agree to. “Did I do something to you personally or something?”
“Oh, fuck off. You disturbed my sleep and that’s grounds for me to hate you enough. You smell like Jager.”
Good nose. “No I don’t. Go to sleep.”
She flips me off and mutters something that sounds like, “I swear to god, I’ll kill you” but I ignore her and make my way to Cupcake’s bed.
I’m staring at her adorably, relaxed face in the dark the whole time I strip down to my boxers, and when I climb in and bury my face into her hair the world around me calms.
I knew she’d be the cure.
A few hours later, I wake to find her lying peacefully on my chest. I don’t know when she decided to curl into me, but as heavy breathing fills the silence, I feel myself harden at the contact.
It’s pathetic how her leg near my dick is all it takes, but here we are.
She’s still sleeping though, so I gently roll her onto her side and slide my fingers into her panties, biting back a grin when I realize she’s wearing one of my shirts.
That first circle I draw on her clit makes her moan softly, but she still doesn’t stir. Her hips roll and her eyelids flutter, yet they stay closed until I can feel the rush of wetness on my fingers.
The surprise on her face has me grinding my hard cock against her for a little relief.
It’s fucking breathtaking how beautiful she looks right now still half asleep, but when those perfectly hooded blue eyes meet mine, I have to fight the urge not to roll over on top of her and just take her.
Instead I use my other hand to hold a finger up to my lips so she knows to be quiet and keep working her clit like it’s my job.
I ease up on the pressure when she twitches. The way her eyelashes flutter and her breath catches makes my cock throb, but it’s nothing compared to the tiny, muffled whimpers she lets out as she gets close to the edge.
Fuck, I better not blow in my pants again. This girl is going to give me a complex.
I lean in so I can nuzzle into her neck and ghost my lips along her skin, leaving goosebumps behind.
When she whispers my name as she comes, I wish that I could swallow it down and keep it for myself.
I don’t deserve it, but I need it all the same.
With my gaze locked with hers I move in between her thighs and shove my boxers down, precum dripping onto her belly button as I tug her panties aside and spread her legs. Her gaze snaps to Sam, so I grip her chin and pull her back to me as I slide inside her.
“Eli, c—”
The word condom dies on her tongue like it has every time we’ve done this since Halloween. She can’t stop this anymore, she promised.
As I bottom out I hold her gaze, reminding her of that promise with my eyes as I slowly begin to move in and out of her. She’s mine. Mine. Mine, and no one is going to stop me from claiming what’s mine.
I drop down to immediately begin sucking more marks on her neck as she trembles below me and wraps her legs around my waist. It feels so good being trapped inside her. It makes me feel wanted and craved the same as I want and crave her, and in these moments, it actually feels real. We feel real.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whisper into her ear, my hips speeding up slightly because I can’t help it.
“Careful,” she whispers back. “Don’t wake her up.”
I want to say fuck Sam, but my girl is being extra sweet this morning and I don’t want to ruin it, especially when she hides her face in my neck and starts marking me back.
It takes everything to slow down when all I want to do is fuck her into the mattress, but it’s worth it when the deep grinding pace I find has her whimpering.
“Oh my god,” she whines, biting me hard as her pussy clenches over and over again. “Elias, oh f—”
God, I love feeling her come around me. It’s something else entirely raw, and it drives me so crazy I stop caring about who’s in the room. All I can focus on is her as I chase my own release right behind her, and the look of pure bliss on her face makes me never want to stop.
“Say my name again,” I whisper, and the second it leaves her perfect lips I lose it.
Slamming deep inside of her, I bite her shoulder to muffle my groan, my cock pulsing over and over again as I fill her up.
She shakes below me, just like I knew she would. She can’t hide it anymore, she needs this as much as I do.
I just wish she’d say it out loud.
“That was a lot,” she laughs breathlessly. “A little pent up?”
“Little bit.” I kiss the side of her mouth before dropping my head into her neck to catch my breath. I don’t know why, but it feels like the only time my mind is quiet about our whole situation is when I’m deep inside of her.
“I hate you both,” Sam says so clearly I know she’s been awake for a while. But she’s a real one for letting us finish, so I decide not to talk shit about it. All I can do is laugh.
“I’ll buy you tacos and margs later,” Riley says. “Sorry!”
“Mmhm. Better be bottomless margs, I’ll need them if this becomes a regular occurrence.”
Ignoring their conversation, I turn slightly to whisper into her ear. “Come over tonight.”
She hesitates for a moment, but nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”
I don’t want to leave her, but I’m not allowed to shower in these dorms, and I can still smell the Jager all over my clothes. It’s not really a good look for me, so after I kiss all over her face, I pull out of her and rush to get dressed as Sam talks more shit.
I don’t care though. Riley is blushing and staring at me like she has a schoolgirl crush on me, and honestly, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to see. She’s hot as hell when she’s angry, but this? This is something else entirely, something I can’t allow myself to get addicted to.
I’m already in far too deep.