Chapter 6 Rosalie （senior year of college）
Rosalie (senior year of college)
Iwas working my usual slow afternoon shift at the coffee shop when the phone rang.
Usually I ignored it. But not this time.
Never when it was Kingsley.
My heart began to beat faster, my breath bursting in little pants, and suddenly my uniform was just a little too tight against my swelling breasts.
My long-time casual hook-up was calling me on Valentine’s Day? What could this be about?”
“Hello?” I squeaked, trying to get a hold of my voice.
“You coming over later?” Kings asked. God, why did he have to have a voice like that? That rich, low tone, that damn sexy rumble. He had the kind of voice that would melt the panties right off your pussy. “I have something extra special for you. And a really big question I want to ask you.”
“Oh—yes, yes, I’m free. I’m at work now, but I can come over right after.”
“Well, no rush, baby girl. I’ll be waiting for you.”
What could it be? He had said it was something special, after all! And it was Valentine’s Day. It had to be something really big.
Once I was done with work, I raced to my dorm room and showered quickly, shaving my legs and sliding into a sexy tight dress that showed off my curves.
My mind raced from one possibility to another as I took special care with my makeup and hair, hardly daring to hope.
After all, every time I’d even hinted in a roundabout way about doing something in public, he shut it down. It was bad for his image. So this was an interesting new change.
But when Kingsley opened the door, he was shirtless, dressed in sweats.
“Damn, you’re dressed fancy,” he said.
My heart sunk as I realized I’d made a mistake.
He wasn’t taking me out on a date at all. There wouldn’t be a Valentine’s Day confession of love.
I felt ridiculous, here in my dress, with my hair and makeup done perfectly, and my little purse. All for a secret fuck.
Kings instantly pulled me between his legs on the couch, his fingers sliding up my thighs to tighten around my lacy little thong.
“Damn, I love how you always look so hot for me.”
This was just another hook-up, nothing more.
“What’s the something special you wanted to show me?”
He grinned, his smile wide and bright, those brown eyes with the long dark lashes always making me catch my breath with how goddamn magnetic he was. Then he put my hand over the thick bulge in his sweatpants.
“The special thing is your penis.”
“Yeah.”
His fingers reached around my hips and he slid my panties down until they dropped in a puddle on the ground.
Then he leaned back and grinned, hot and cocksure.
“Bend over in front of me. I wanna see that asshole.”
There was a guy in my American lit class who was smart and nice. He’d asked me out a few times. He wanted to take me out to eat steak, said he respected me as a woman and scholar.
But here I was turning around for a guy who wanted to see my asshole.
What was it about Kingsley that had me weak?
“And what is the really big question you have to ask me?”
He flipped me around.
“Legs spread, baby.”
I obeyed, holding my breath as he ran his hands lazily up my thighs to cup my ass.
“Should I get a dick piercing?”
So much for any romance this time.
“You still have to wear a condom,” I said saltily as I felt his teeth on the skin of my cheeks, biting down hard enough to make me gasp in surprise.
“Of course. You think I’m an idiot? I don’t want a baby. You’re on birth control, though, right? I don’t need to use a condom with you.”
My heart started to pound faster.
“I’ll just go bare with you, because you’re the only one I trust. Now bend over.”
When I obeyed, he pulled my ass closer, his tongue running down my crack to circle my asshole.
“You’re such a freak,” I moaned, wishing it didn’t feel so good, wishing I didn’t like every naughty thing he did to me so much. “How come you always want to lick me there, ass muncher?”
“I want to lick you everywhere because you taste so good. Even your toes. When will you let me lick your toes?”
“Not right now,” I said breathlessly, not because I objected, just because I was desperate for something, anything to be out of his reach. For anything he could yearn for.
My ass made such juicy sounds as he ate it, and I felt a wave of embarrassment as my legs began to tremble.
I was going to come just from this!
God!
He made rumbly noises between my cheeks, and I was torn between shame and arousal, crying out softly as I came, the release dripping down my thighs to coat my legs.
Kings only slapped my ass and sat back down on the couch.
“Ride me,” he said, and I did, sinking down onto his cock with my sopping wet channel, trying to not to make a noise, but bursting out with ridiculous little moans and gasps, then coming again. And again, until he came too, the both of us sticky and soaked.
“Good one, baby.”
“Want to go get some dinner?” I tried to ask casually, pulling my hair into a bun.
“Not on Valentine’s Day,” Kings said. “That would look too much like a date. Let’s just stay in and order pizza. You’re ok with that, right baby? I can’t do anything like that until I’m making some damn money.”
Oh, so it wasn’t like he was totally opposed to dating someone? He just didn’t want to right now. For PR reasons.
But then my stomach sunk in cold horror the moment I stepped into his dorm bathroom. It smelled intensely like a Bath & Body Works, a heavy mixture of vanilla chai and pumpkin spice and apple pie and hyacinth body sprays.
He’d had a girl in here.
He’d had a girl in here right before me, right when I was at work dreaming about what he’d look like when he said I love you for the first time.
My knees buckled when I saw that condom in the garbage bin. One. . .two. . .how many were there?
Tears filled my eyes as I quickly used the toilet and washed up.
I wasn’t his one and only. I was just one of many.
My hands were trembling a bit as I tried to comb the snarls out of my long dark hair in the mirror and then Kingsley was in the doorway.
“Come on out, baby girl.”
His fingers strummed that guitar, even the chord he chose low and wicked and lascivious.
I swallowed down my pain and my rejection.
Kingsley didn’t want to date me. Maybe he was never going to want to date me.
I should put a stop to this, find someone else who could actually commit.
But I just couldn’t resist him.
“Bones deep in the soil,” he sung, his brows drawn together.
I was in love with him.
Did he know? Could he tell?
I would have to be very careful to make sure he didn’t know. Just let him think I was cool and casual, too.
“These lyrics don’t make any sense,” he protested.
“Who is the brains of this operation, you or me?” I demanded, moving into that achingly familiar back and forth with him, equal parts comforting and painful. “You just practice singing those lyrics.”
There was something about Kingsley that just screamed wild folk god. I knew if he got a chance, with these lyrics, he could be a star.
We made the perfect team.
As long as I could bury my feelings.
And yet my stupid heart couldn’t help its foolish wishing.
What if. . . someday. . .