Chapter 29 #2
Walking back into the waiting room, I wait for my girl to come back out, so I can spend the whole day with her, and catch up for lost time.
Walking in the corridor to Olivia’s dorm, I see how all the other students are looking at us, and by the time we exit this room tonight, the whole campus will know we’re together. Do I care? Fuck no, if I could tell everyone myself I would.
“I hate that they’re staring,” Olivia starts digging through her bag for the keys, and once she gets them out I take them off her and pull her closer to me.
“And I don’t give a shit that they’re staring at us.
” I push her against the door, and kiss her so hard, I want her to lose her breath.
“And now they will all talk about how much I’m going to fuck you behind the door.
” I smile as I open the door not pulling away from her, and the moment we are both inside I slam the door shut and lock it.
I keep her pinned against me for another long, drugging kiss, tongue stroking deep, teeth grazing her lower lip just enough to make her whimper into my mouth. I’m never going to get bored of kissing her.
Her hands are clutching my shirt like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. I can feel how fast her heart is hammering against my chest.
When I finally pull back an inch away from her, her lips are swollen, eyes dazed and glassy.
“Hayden…” Her voice is small, shaky.
I cup her jaw, thumb sweeping across her cheekbone. “You still want this?”
She nods immediately. “Yes. Please.”
That please, soft, needy, snaps something low in my gut.
I slide both hands down to her hips, lift her clean off the floor. Her legs wrap around me on instinct, a tiny, surprised sound escapes her when her back leaves the door, and I carry her straight to the bed. I don’t rush. I want her to feel every second of being held, wanted, taken care of.
This is something she deserve, she needs to know sex is fucking amazing, not the horror she had at prom.
I set her down on the edge of the mattress, standing between her knees so she has to tilt her head to look up at me.
Fuck I’ve missed how beautiful she is.
I sink to one knee in front of her, eyes level now and start unbuttoning her blouse with slow movements. One button. Two. Her breathing gets louder with each one.
“Tell me if anything feels wrong,” I say quietly. “Anything at all. I stop. No questions.”
She told me since that night, she’s never been with anyone else, so for me this is her first time, and I’m going to be soft this first time. After that, I’m going to show her that the men in her books are nothing compared to what I can make her scream.
“I know.” Her fingers tremble as she reaches for my wrists, not to stop me, just to hold on. “I trust you. I’ve always trusted you.”
I finish the buttons, ease the fabric off her shoulders, and let it pool around her wrists. I lean in to kiss her again, as I remove her bra, reaching behind her, flicking the clasp, and draw it down her arms.
I lean in closer to her, so she lies back on the bed, feeling her hard nipples through the fabric of my t-shirt.
Kissing her collarbone, and moving down, I kiss the slope of one breast, then the other. Slow open-mouthed kisses. When I close my lips around a nipple she gasps, fingers flying to my hair. I suck gently, then a little harder when her hips jerk forward.
“Hayden—oh—”
I’m going to have so much fun with her, when she gets used to this, I’ll be teaching her so much.
I switch sides, give the same attention, while my hands slide up her thighs, under her skirt, hooking into the waistband of her underwear. I tug. She lifts her hips without me asking.
Good girl.
The scrap of fabric comes away damp. I groan against her skin.
“You’re already so wet for me,” I murmur, my voice rough. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Because God I have, so many times I’ve thought about her naked and sexy under me.
“Yes,” the single word escapes with a whimper.
I stand, pull my shirt over my head in one motion, kick off my shoes. Then I’m back on her, crawling over her until my weight is braced on my forearms. I kiss her again, slower this time, letting her taste how much I want her.
My hand drifts between us, fingers finding her slick heat. I circle her clit with the lightest pressure, teasing, patient, until her thighs start to tremble and little broken sounds slip out of her.
“Feel good?” I ask against her mouth.
“So good, please don’t stop.”
I don’t. I keep the rhythm steady, slide one finger inside her, slowly carefully. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and the way she clenches around me makes my vision blur for a second.
“Relax for me, baby,” I whisper. “Breathe. Let me in.” I know this is hard for her, and I need her to relax before I can even think about thrusting into her.
She exhales shakily. I add a second finger, curl them gently, find that spot that makes her back bow off the bed.
“Oh God.” The moan is a little louder. That was a promise I made her, everyone at this campus will know she’s mine by the time we walk out of this room.
I work her clit with my thumb, until her hips are rolling, chasing my hand, until her breathing turns into soft, desperate sobs.
“Come on my fingers first,” I tell her, voice low and commanding. “Let me feel how much you want me inside you.”
I know these books she reads have dirty talk in them, and I’m going to give it to her.
She shatters with a choked cry, her walls pulsing hard, and her thighs clamping around my wrist. I kiss her through it, swallowing every sound, murmuring against her lips how beautiful she is, how perfect, how mine.
When the aftershocks fades, I pull my hand away, lick my fingers clean while she watches with wide, stunned eyes. Then I strip the rest of my clothes, roll on a condom, and settle back between her thighs.
I notch myself at her entrance, but don’t push in yet. I just let her feel the blunt pressure.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes snap to mine, nervous, aroused, trusting. Then she looks down at my chest, and her body tenses. She’s going to look at my scars every time we have sex and blame herself.
“Look at me, my cupcake. This is nothing, remember that. We’re together, look at me.” I tell her again. Her eyes slowly move to lock with mine. “Forgot about the past, be here with me now. You’ve not screamed my name yet.” I wink, and she lets out a small chuckle.
“I’m going to go slow,” I promise. “You tell me to stop or slow down or anything, I do it. Okay?”
“Okay.” Her voice cracks. “I want you. I want you.”
“Jus so you know, this is the only time you’re in control, you have a one-time pass, afterwards you’re all mine, and the way I want it.”
Before she can say anything, I press forward, barely an inch. She tenses, her breath hitching.
“Breathe,” I murmur. “In… out… with me.”
She nods, inhales. I ease in another inch. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Still good?”
“Yeah…just… full. It’s a lot.”
“I know.” I kiss her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “You’re doing so good. So, fucking good.”
Another careful thrust and I’m halfway now. Her eyes flutter closed, a small whimper escapes.
“Eyes on me, Olivia.”
They snap open again. I hold her gaze as I sink the rest of the way, slow, steady, until I’m buried completely and we’re locked together.
We both freeze.
She’s so tight, so hot, so perfect around me I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it. Her inner walls flutter, adjusting, and I feel every tiny ripple.
“You okay?” My voice is wrecked.
She nods, tears shimmering in her lashes, not pain, just overwhelm. “It feels… right. Like you belong there.”
Christ.
I kiss her, deep, tender, then start to move. Long, careful strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, sliding back in. Each time she gasps, her hips lifting to meet me.
When her legs wrap around my waist and her heels dig into my ass, I know she’s ready for more. I pick up the pace, still controlled, still watching her face thrusting deeper, harder, but never rough.
“Hayden—” Her voice breaks on my name. “I’m…again…”
“Come with me inside you,” I growl against her ear. “Let me feel it.”
I angle my hips, grind against her clit with every thrust. Three more strokes and she’s coming, hard, clenching around me in tight, pulsing waves, crying out my name like it’s the only word she remembers.
That’s all I can take.
I drive deep one last time and let go, shuddering, spilling into the condom while she milks every pulse out of me. The pleasure is blinding, endless. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, holding her like I’ll never let go.
A part of me never wants to let her go, scared that this is all a dream and I’ll wake up.
We stay like that, sweaty, tangled, hearts slamming together until my arms start to shake.
I ease out carefully, dispose of the condom, clean us both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. Then I’m back in bed, pulling her into my chest, wrapping around her like a shield.
She tucks her face against my throat, voice muffled. “That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
I kiss the top of her head. “It doesn’t. Not with anyone else.”
She laughs, “Possessive much?”
“Very.” I tighten my arms. “You’re mine now, Olivia. No more pretending otherwise.”
She presses a kiss to my collarbone. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go either.”
I smile into her hair. “Promise?”
“Swear it.”
“Want round two?” I rasp, voice gravel-rough. My thumb brushes her swollen bottom lip. “Because I’m nowhere near done ruining you tonight.”
Her pupils blow wide. “Yes.”
That’s all I need.
I flip her onto her back, hook my arms under her knees, and spread her wide, wide enough that she’s completely open, glistening, wrecked from the first two rounds and still begging for it.
“Look at this perfect fucking pussy,” I growl, dragging two fingers through her folds, spreading her wetness up over her clit. “Still so swollen. Still dripping. You’re going to come three more times for me before I even think about letting you rest. Understand?”
She nods frantically, hands already fisting the sheets.