Chapter 33 #2
We toss our trash and head back to campus. The quad near his building is half full, students moving around with books and laundry baskets. None of them paying any attention to the two of us together heading inside his dorm.
The hallway smells like detergent, cologne and something vaguely like ramen. His room is small and surprisingly neat. Bed on one side, desk on the other, a worn rug in the middle. Posters on the wall. I saw a peek of it this morning, but now I can take it all in.
“This is… very you,” I say.
He drops his keys in a little dish by the bed, which is such an old-man habit I can’t help smiling. “What, small and chaotic?”
“Small and controlled,” I correct. “Big feelings in a contained space.”
He huffs out a laugh and shuts the door, flicking the lock. The soft click makes the air shift. He kicks off his Birks, and I slide my Crocs off, wiggling my toes in my Ring Pop socks.
We’re alone. No students or uncles. Just us.
Suddenly I’m very aware of the fact that I’m on the opposite side of the room from his bed, holding my bag strap like it’s a lifeline.
“You can sit,” he says gently. “I promise the furniture doesn’t bite.”
“I’m deciding whether I do,” I mutter.
He steps closer, slowly, like he is approaching a spooked animal. “We don’t have to do anything,” he says. “We can talk. Watch something stupid. You can yell at me for not sorting my laundry by color. Whatever you want.”
I study him.
The softness in his eyes. The way his shoulders are set like he is ready to back off the second I flinch.
“I know we’re supposed to be going slow,” I say. “Dating. Being responsible. Not jumping into closets again.”
His lips twitch. “Technically, this isn’t a closet.”
“Talon,” I warn.
“Sorry,” he says, but he’s smiling.
My heart kicks hard enough to make me feel a little lightheaded.
Tomorrow we walk into a clinic and tilt his life on its axis. Tonight, the weight of that hangs between us, thick and heavy.
“I don’t want to be responsible right now,” I admit quietly. “Not with you. I want you, Talon, and I’m tired of being worried about being caught or getting in trouble. We’re both consenting adults, and I think we’re capable of keeping our cool on campus.”
Something in his face softens. He steps closer until his chest is a breath away from mine. “Then don’t,” he whispers.
I look up at him. His eyes are dark, blown wide, locked on my mouth.
“Last chance to tell me no,” he says. “You say it, I stop. I swear.”
“I’m not saying no,” I whisper.
He inhales like I just handed him oxygen.
His hand lifts, fingers brushing my cheek, thumb skimming the corner of my mouth.
The touch is careful, nothing like the frantic grab in the closet.
He traces the line of my jaw, the curve of my throat, his gaze following every move like he wants to memorize this.
“You wreck me,” he says softly. “You know that, right?”
“Good,” I say. “You started it.”
His laugh is quiet and amazed. Then he leans in and kisses me.
It’s not frantic at first. It’s slow and deep, a long kiss that feels like we’ve been holding our breath since that night at Velvet and finally let it out. His mouth moves over mine with a hunger that makes my knees want to give out.
I grab the front of his sweater for balance. He takes the hint and guides us backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sink down onto it, pulling him with me.
He braces one hand on the mattress beside my hip, the other cupping the back of my neck, angling my head so he can deepen the kiss. His tongue slides against mine, and heat curls through me.
“Talon,” I breathe between kisses.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, lips ghosting over my jaw.
“This is already better than the closet,” I say.
He laughs into my skin; the sound vibrates through me. “Good. I would like a chance to impress you when I’m not trying to pretend we don’t exist.”
His hand skims down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my waist. Every point he touches wakes up, nerve endings sparking.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, breathing hard. “Tell me if I need to slow down,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”
I drag my hands up under the hem of his top, palms sliding over warm skin and hard muscle. He shivers.
“I want you to stop talking,” I say. “For a minute.”
He grins, wicked and fond, and kisses me again.
The world narrows to the press of his body over mine, the drag of his mouth, the weight of his hand on my thigh as he gently urges me farther back on the bed. My spine hits the pillows, and he follows, bracing himself so he doesn’t crush me.
Every move is slow but sure, a steady climb instead of a frantic grab. We explore, learning each other with hands and mouths, trading soft curses and breathless little laughs when someone finds a new nerve.
At some point, my sweater and bra end up on the floor. His shirt joins them. Skin meets skin, and the contact pulls a sound from him that I feel all the way down my spine.
“Penelope,” he whispers against my collarbone. “God, you’re…”
He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t have to.
My fingers curl in his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp.
He makes a noise that is half groan and kisses his way back to my mouth before moving his way down my neck to my shoulder and then my breast. Talon open-mouth kisses my cleavage until he reaches my nipple; his tongue runs around the stiff bud before sucking it into his mouth hard.
I slide one hand down, hooking my fingers into his waistband.
“Lift,” I whisper.
He does, hips rising just enough for me to drag his pants down. He kicks them off without ever taking his mouth from my tits.
Wrapping my hand around his hard length, I stroke him from root to tip with a firm grip. When I get to the head, I twist my hand and swipe my thumb across his slit to gather the pre-cum and use it to stroke him harder.
“Pen….” he groans.
“You better show me how bad you want me, Talon, or I’ll make you come in my hand like a first-timer.”
“You already made me feel that way at Velvet.” He nips my tight bud between his teeth.
“Well then. I guess this is the makeup. I wanna come on your face, and then I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Is that so?” he smirks.
“It is.” I put a hand on the top of his head. “Now get to work.” I push him down to where I want him. He’s run his mouth to me enough with blackmail and sass; it’s time to see what else it can do.
Talon hooks his fingers in my pants and pulls them down and off my legs before throwing them to the floor. I went sans panties today, so there’s nothing left for him to take off to get his dessert. I spread my thighs and let him see how wet and wanting I am.
He licks his lips as he stares at me before running his right index finger through my folds. “You’re soaked, baby. Is that all for me?”
“Put your mouth on me and see if I taste like yours.”
He listens just like he did at Velvet, flattening his tongue and licking me from hole to clit in one slow movement. Then he takes my clit between his teeth lightly and hums.
I moan at the sting, but it also feels amazing. “More.”
Talon flicks his tongue up and down my clit, feasting on me like a sundae on a hot summer day.
I grind against his face wanting more pressure, more of the feel of his mouth finally on me.
Two fingers sink into my pussy and hook upward, rubbing against my walls as they pull out only to sink inside and repeat.
“Fuck. Yes. Just like that, Talon. Make me come on your tongue.”
He sucks my bundle of nerves into his mouth while his tongue continues to lap at me. It’s too much. I scream as my back arches off the bed and my eyes squeeze shut.
He doesn’t stop; his tongue laps at me as the heat explodes through my body, and my heart feels like it’s going to explode.
When I come down, Talon kisses my clit before looking up at me with a shit eating grin on his face.
“You taste like mine, but you definitely scream like you’re mine.”
I roll my eyes and sit up, wrapping my hand around his neck and pulling him down onto me in a searing kiss. He tastes like my pussy and himself all at once—warm, dirty, addictive. We kiss, our tongues battling for power, but I know just how to get the upper hand.
In one quick movement, I roll and pin him beneath me, our foreheads touching, and I kiss his lips quickly as I reach between us, grabbing his cock and position him at my entrance.
Sitting up, I let his tip sit at my entrance, teasing him briefly before sinking down onto him in one fluid movement.
“Fuuck!” He hisses, bottoming out inside of me.
I roll my hips once, twice, three times before I really start to ride him. Gliding my hips back and forth as fast as I can, I feel like I’m riding one of those bulls at a cowboy bar, but it’s just my newest boyfriend.
I want him to know who’s still in charge here, who’s making him feel this good.
The familiar warmth of my orgasm building starts in my belly, and I know if I keep up this pace I’ll come.
Which is what I want because I have a little surprise up my sleeve for Talon.
I continue to roll my hips, and I watch as he stares up at me in awe.
It’s then I realize he’s been wearing his glasses this whole time, and I decide that the new rule is he wears them every time we fuck.
I feel like I’m riding a sexy librarian, and I’m here for it.
“I’m gonna come, Baby,” he murmurs.
“Not until I do, Talon. Don’t you come before me, or I’ll make you watch your uncles fuck me for the next month.”
“Shit,” he hisses, and I smile.
“Rub my clit. Make me come so you can,” I tell him, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
He snakes his right hand to my pussy and lets his thumb move back and forth over my clit. That’s all it takes, and the warmth from earlier becomes a wildfire, blazing through my body. My head drops back as I tighten my pussy muscles in a Kegel and come hard.
My whole body shakes as I cry out, and my body tenses up.
“Fucking hell!” Talon shouts before I feel his hot cum filling me. His cock jerks inside of me as he empties every ounce of pleasure he’s been holding on to since Velvet inside me.
I collapse on top of him, my heart thudding violently in my chest, and I’m covered in a sheen of sweat from the workout I just put in riding his dick. But it was worth it.
“Christ, Penelope, I’ve never come so hard in my life. How did you get tighter before you came?”
“Kegels, Baby. I do pelvic floor exercises every day during my math class. Helps the time go by, and I’m strengthening my pelvic floor.”
“I thought you were gonna suffocate my dick,” he laughs.
“So was it worth the wait?”
“Was I worth the wait?” he volleys back.
“Sure, same thing.”
He rolls us and pulls out of me at the same time, so that I’m lying beside him and he gets up and goes to one of the drawers in his dresser, pulling out a washcloth.
He grabs a bottle of water from the nightstand and wets the cloth over the garbage can before bringing it back to the bed and cleaning me up.
“How frat-boy chivalrous of you,” I laugh.
“I aim to please.” He finishes wiping me up, then himself, and tosses the cloth in a pile of clothes I assume needs to be washed.
Climbing back into the bed, he pulls me to his side and holds me.
“I’m not letting you go, Penelope. Now that I’ve had a bite, I’m addicted.”
“Good. I kinda wanna keep you too.”
“We didn’t use a condom,” he says totally off topic.
“I’m on birth control. In fact, Silas pays for it and makes sure I never miss an appointment.”
“Do I even want to ask?”
“Your uncle has a cum kink. He loves it inside of me, on me, you get the drift.”
“Well, remind me to thank him right after I bleach my ears for hearing that about my uncle.”
“Get used to it, lover boy. You’re sharing me with them. Remember?”
“Still weird, but I’ll get used to it.”
Later, when the rush settles and my heartbeat stops trying to knock a hole in my ribs, I find myself draped half over his chest, his arm wrapped around my back, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
The room is quiet, lit only by the slant of light through the blinds. Outside we can hear someone laughing down the hall, a door closing, the faint thump of music.
Here, there is just us, and the soft aftershock of what we just did.
Talon’s chest rises and falls under my cheek. His heart is still beating fast.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice husky.
He huffs a breath that is almost a laugh. “I’m… somewhere between okay and completely ruined,” he says. “In a good way.”
I smile against his skin. “Same.”
His fingers pause their tracing and curl just a little tighter into my shoulder. “Thank you,” he says quietly.
“For what?” I ask.
“For trusting me,” he says. “For choosing me. Even for a little while. You didn’t have to.”
I lift my head and look at him. His hair is a mess, his mouth is kiss swollen, his eyes are wide open and unguarded.
“I didn’t do this out of charity,” I say. “I chose this because I wanted you. I still do.”
His throat works. “Even with the uncles and the chaos and the fact that I’m technically your almost stepbrother and the universe has a twisted sense of humor?”
“Yes,” I say. “All of that. Exactly that.”
He holds my gaze for a long moment, then nods slowly. “Okay.”
I rest my head back on his chest. His hand resumes its slow pattern on my skin, and I close my eyes.
For a few minutes, maybe an hour, I let myself exist in this narrow slice of time where the world is quiet and I’m wrapped around a boy who makes me feel both safe and on fire.
Tomorrow will come.
The clinic, the plan, the panic, the consequences.
For now, there’s Talon’s heartbeat under my ear, the slow rise and fall of his chest, and the knowledge that in a life built on secrets and survival, I chose this moment for myself.