36. Brodie
The look on her face…
Not exactly how any of this played out in my mind, not that I envisioned telling her in the first place.
My nerves got the best of me and here we are.
Her eyes are still widened in surprise, that mouth I’d been kissing only minutes ago form a silent ”o” as she processes my confession. For a heartbeat there’s nothing but silence lingering in the air—and of course, one of my roommates loudly coughing from somewhere inside the house.
The weight of my words still hanging in the air like a heavy cloud.
“Stop it, Brodie.”
“I’m being serious.” I’ve always been honest with her, mostly.
Except about this.
And not once did I ever pretend to be experienced or that I knew what I was doing. It doesn’t take a sexpert to suck a girl’s clit although let’s be honest, I’m super fucking good at it.
”Why do you look…embarrassed?”
“Because I am?” I scoff. “It’s not something you brag about.”
She moves then—thank god—coming to rejoin me on the bed, in just that sexy thong of hers, tits jiggling, distracting me for a single second about what it is we’re actually talking about cuz who can think straight with tits in their face?
Lizzy runs her fingers through my hair, cradling my cheek in the palm of her hand.
“Your decision to remain a virgin is your decision and has nothing to do with what anyone else thinks.” She says it so softly I nuzzle her hand. “Who cares if you’d had sex or not? No one is judging you.”
Except everyone would judge me—starting with my roommates down the hall and everyone they bother to tell.
“It makes sense now,” she says and I’ll admit, I haven’t stopped staring at her boobs, not once since she sat back down.
“What makes sense?”
“The fact that you only wanted to go down on me.” Lizzy laughs. “Not that I hate it, but… you know. Most guys are selfish about it—so it actually had me wondering.”
I roll my eyes, tempted to run my palm down the valley between her breasts.
“The longer I went without having sex—the harder it got to actually do it, no pun intended.” I scowl. “What girl wants to be the first to fuck a twenty-one year old virgin?”
“Uh, are you being serious right now?” she asks. “Because I can list about a dozen chicks right now, off the top of my head, who would want to sleep with you. At least.”
I scoff again. “Yeah—okay.”
Lizzy squints at me. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” Why not.
“Why are you so sure you’re the only male virgin in college? Plenty of guys on campus aren’t out there sticking their wick into every female they have a chance to bang.”
Jesus.
Sticking their wick in…
A chance to bang…
“I appreciate your being supportive, but it’s facts. I’m the oldest living college virgin.”
That makes her laugh; Lizzy snorts. “You are being so dramatic, babe.”
Babe.
She’s calling me babe even after I confess my sins.
She taps her chin. “What’s the data backing up your claim that you’re the oldest living virgin college student?”
Surely she’s not getting pissed off?
At me.
For being embarrassed.
“Guess I’m basing this off my friends,” I admit my insecurity at being a virgin athlete in a world where women literally wait outside our locker rooms and hotel rooms to fuck us after our games.
Lizzy rolls her eyes. “Athletes.” She snorts again.
“Are you stereotyping us?”
“Uh—yeah I am.” She leans back on the bed like she’s sunbathing topless on the beach. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because it’s not fair.” I pout. “I’m living proof of that.”
“Exactly.” She snaps her fingers and comes toward me a few inches, whispering, “And you’re stereotyping too if you think you’re the only one not sticking your dick into the closest lamppost. Because I’m sure not everyone is.”
“That makes absolutely no fucking sense.”
But it makes both of us laugh.
“It does make sense. You just said it was a stereotype to assume all athletes are out there fucking—ergo, you proved your own point.”
I mull over her words.
Shit.
She’s right.
She’s exactly right; I’d never once considered this, caught up in my own bullshit and insecurities.
“So what are you going to do?” Lizzy asks, reaching out to trace her fingers along the contours of my chest, her gentle touch sending a jolt of lust racing down my spine.
My cock moves.
“I don’t know. What should we do?”
“About your problem?” she murmurs in my ear, voice low and sultry and shooting straight through my nerves
“My little problem.”
Her hand runs down my abs, over my belly button and down to my?—
“Not such a little problem.”
She’s gripping my schlong, stroking it up and down between the parted towel draped over my body.
“Just so we’re clear, it’s not a problem for me. And we don’t have to do it or talk about it anymore. I don’t want you to feel pressured or?—”
My breath catches in my throat at her words, my mind struggling to process the sheer intensity of the desire surged through me. And my loins.
”I do want you, Lizzy. I just don’t know how.”
“Of course you know how.” Snort.
“Are you rolling your eyes at me?”
“Of course I’m rolling my eyes at you.”
“Why would you do that?” I tease. “I’m vulnerable right now.”
My dick is still in her hand, loving the attention she’s lavishing on him.
I gasp when she takes a finger and presses it in my taint.
Shit that feels good.
Imagine how good it would feel fucking her brains out.
“So what you’re saying is…the reason you’re a virgin is because you waited so long it got embarrassing, ergo your ego was stopping you from having sex because you didn’t want to tell someone.”
Like an idiot, I nod.
“Okay,” she says, nodding back at me. “We’ll wait.”
I put my hand on top of hers. “I don’t wanna.”
“You don’t wanna?” She laughs.
“No.” Especially not if she keeps stroking my dick the way she’s stroking it. Jesus, it’s cutting off all the blood to my brain and making me incapable of having a single ounce of the willpower I’ve had for twenty-one years.
She stops tugging on my cock. “What do you want from me, Brodie?”
“I want to fuck you.”
The words spill out in a mad rush and I brace myself for her inevitable laughter or maybe even a swift slap across the face because I just used the work fuck and you in a sentence.
But instead, she blinks at me.
Tilts her head, removing her hand from my body.
“I’m going to need you to repeat that—just so we’re clear.”
I cringe, painfully aware of how naked she still is and how her tits move when she readjusts herself on the bed, nipples pointy tips I want to suck on while she’s on top of me.
God damn, why didn’t I just fuck her and keep my mouth shut? Why’d I go and tell her?
I shake my head at her. “I’m not repeating that.”
“You’re going to have to—I want to make sure I heard you right and proper.”
“I shouldn’t have said it in the first place—I’m not saying it again.”
“Awww,” she says, coming over to my side of the bed. “Does Brodie feel bad for using dirty words in bed?”
The thing is, it doesn’t sound as if she’s bothered by it. She sounds amused. Turned on even, if the way she’s leaning over and softly whispering, “So you’re saying you want to fuck me,” in my ear, is any indication.
She licks my earlobe. “Is that what you want?”
I nod my head like a marionette and she’s pulling the strings.
And with that, Lizzy pushes me to my back, straddling me the way she did the other night except this time, we’re not wearing clothes and this time, I know what the outcome is going to be.
Sex.
The mattress creaks beneath us as she moves over me, undulating her hips, her eyes blazing with desire.
For me.
A bruised, scarred, beast.
What the hell did I do to deserve this?
She’s a fucking angel.
I reach up to cup her face, my thumbs tracing the curve of her jaw, unable to stop myself as I lean up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Hot. Wet. The taste of her is so fucking intoxicating, there will never be a day where I’ll need to get drunk on alcohol.
She moans against my lips, hands on my shoulders for balance as she leans forward, hair already half dry and hanging down in long, dark sheets. I groan in response when her tits press against my chest, then move so I can palm them in my hands.
Lizzy bites her bottom lip. “Maybe now is a good time to get the condom out of my purse—before things get too far.”
Good idea.
She hops off and I mourn the loss—my cock growing harder when she bends all the way over, ass in the air, pussy visible as she digs in her bag.
Note to self: do her from behind.
Mouthwatering pussy.
I could eat that shit daily.
”Brought you a little present,” she teases, holding up the condom with a playful wink and saunters back to the bed with it, tossing it to the mattress next to me.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of it; I’ve only ever torn open a package in Sex Ed class at school and practiced slipping one onto a banana.
Actually.
That’s a lie.
I practiced on my own dick once and my dad caught me, which was the one and only time I’ve experimented putting a condom on my own prick.
I can’t take my eyes off Lizzy.
Her body.
Her long, dark hair.
Not when she walks back to the bed and not when she climbs back onto it, kissing me on the lips, reigniting the fire.
”Thanks,” I manage to reply, voice hoarse.
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief, pressing her body against mine in a way that makes my pulse quicken all over again. ”No problem,” she purrs, her breath warm against my skin as she trails kisses along my jawline. “A lady is always prepared.”
I moan softly, unable to suppress it.
With trembling hands, I reach out to cup her face, my thumbs tracing the curve of her cheek as I pull her closer. I don’t want her on top of me this time; I want her under me so I can look at her. Watch her.
Kiss her.
We’re hungry for each other, her hand running all over my body in no particular order, roaming from my shoulders to my stomach to my hips and ass.
She squeezes my butt before moving back to the front.
“You are so hard,” she tells me. “Have you always been this firm?”
I can’t tell if she’s teasing me or not, or if it’s a play on words—or an innuendo—so I bob my head up and down.
“Uh huh.”
Lizzy pulls me lower. “I want you so bad.”
Yeah. The feeling is mutual. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“I am?”
“Yeah.” Pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
As far as neighbors go, I won the fucking lottery.
Lizzy has hold of my junk and she’s stroking me up and down, up and down, up and down until I can’t friggin take it anymore, moaning and panting as if I were at the gym or on the ice and out of breath.
I have more stamina than this, I swear…
She let’s out a soft mewl.
A moan.
“You’re so hard.”
And then, with the shakiest hands known to man, I reach for the condom—can barely tear it open my hands are trembling so bad—and she helps me get it open. Puts it on me, rolling it down my shaft.