25. Laura
25
LAURA
T he last time I’d gone to Jason’s frat house hadn’t ended well for me. But tonight, I had his exclusive invitation. He’d texted back to just go straight up to his room, saying that he’d alert one of the guys downstairs who’d be near the door.
There was no party going on, so I slipped in and walked up the same stairs I’d run down the last time.
No partiers were clogging the rooms or hallway. Music wasn’t blaring. The stenches of booze, sweat, and weed were absent.
It almost looked like a normal college space where students could live and gather to hang out.
I lifted my hand to knock on Jason’s door, nervous to be here with him again. The second I touched my knuckles to the wood, it opened.
He was there, reaching out to pull me into his room so suddenly that I squeaked in surprise.
Laughing lightly as he closed and locked the door behind me, I smiled at his holding me in a half hug, as if he didn’t want any space between us at all.
“Were you looking out for me or something?” I teased of his prompt welcome.
“Yeah. Something like that.” He hugged me close, breathing in deeply as he buried his nose against my neck. “I needed you.”
“Hmm.” I lowered my hand toward his dick. I was so on board with that.
“I need you too.”
He caught my fingers, stopping me from feeling him up. Instead, he framed my face and kissed me tenderly. Slow and sweet, he brushed his lips over mine as though he wanted to memorize every detail.
I sighed and accepted his sweetness, relishing how he was treating me like I was something precious and delicate. Someone to hold close and worship. It wasn’t a status I was used to, always relegated as being second-best, always told what to do and embrace, and always dismissed as never being good enough.
Like this, with him kissing me so gently while I urged him toward his bed, I knew I was good enough.
It wasn’t only sex between us that convinced me that he liked me and approved of me. It wasn’t only because we gravitated toward each other so spontaneously and intensely in a physical sense that I could tell that I was good enough for him.
It was this.
This more sensual touch and awareness of just fitting with him.
When I was with him, I didn’t have to try to impress him or wonder if he was enjoying my company. I felt how much we complemented each other. His habit of bullying me didn’t make sense, but if I let it go as some kind of challenge thing, or something to get my attention and get a rise out of me like a boy pulling a girl’s pigtails, then it almost made sense. Because it was weirdly thrilling when he pushed me. It almost seemed like a form of needing control and dominance, and I would submit to him each and every time.
Yet, this surprised me.
I groped for him, trying to take off his clothes, but he seemed more intent on simply kissing me and caressing me.
We eventually got naked and onto his bed, but he lacked the smug attitude and the feral desire like all the other times over the almost two months we’d known each other.
As I lay back on the bed with him hovering over me, blanketing me with his hard, hot body, I stared up at him and worried that this felt like a goodbye. Like he wanted one last time to be sweet with me and savor it before it was gone.
And with that fear, I knew how much I didn’t want to lose him.
Ever.
I couldn’t stand the thought of this wicked heat and deep connection between us fizzling out.
This was much more than a secret sexual relationship.
I cupped his face and drowned in the smoldering heat in his eyes. “Jason?”
He kissed my palm, running his hand down my side as if he wanted to map out every inch of me and hold on to the memory forever.
“I want you to know that I…” I furrowed my brow, hating how nervous I was to admit this.
“You want?” he asked, kissing along my jaw and down my neck.
“I want you to know that I care about you.”
He went still, then slowly, he lifted his dark gaze to me.
“I care about you,” I repeated. “I was just thinking that we’ve prioritized, um, satisfying each other like this, but I hope you know that you matter to me as more than just some guy to have fun with.”
He arched one brow, wedging himself to fit between my legs. I moved with him, welcoming him there where he could slide into me. Hugging him and lifting my leg, I enjoyed the lazy but firm caress of his hand from my knee to my hip. He dragged his fingers along my thigh until he held it up and cupped my ass.
“I shouldn’t,” I added, “but I do.” I really had no business developing true feelings for my bully. He shouldn’t deserve my affection when he couldn’t stop this inexplicable need to bully me at all.
“You shouldn’t,” he agreed, his hot breath whispering over me as he kissed me deeply. He slid into me without a rush, contradicting himself to take me but also confirming that I was right to want a buffer from him. That I could need to protect myself from him.
“I hate that,” I admitted, arching up and accepting the glorious burn of his dick filling me back and forth, in and out. “I hate that I have an instinct to be wary of you.”
He kissed me softly, his breath as labored as mine was while I tried to talk.
“Because you matter to me, Jason. You’ve come to matter so much to me.” I held his face as I kissed him and slid my tongue between his lips, tasting his spicy heat that I would always willingly let myself get addicted to.
“I don’t know why you ever chose me to bully. I don’t know why it had to be me. But I trust you. I’ve trusted you with my body. I’ve trusted you with my mind and soul.” I gasped at the dig of his fingers on my ass, a couple of them so close to my rear hole that I felt like I dripped more cream for him to smear on his thick cock.
“Fuck,” he growled, squeezing his fingers so near my ass hole.
“I trust you with my heart,” I whispered. “I trust you not to hurt me even when you say you can’t help it.”
He groaned, pulling me closer. In the effort, his fingers on my ass slipped that much nearer my rear hole, and I moaned.
Like a wanton, desperate woman, I welcomed the thrill of the taboo to want him to touch me there.
He noticed my reaction, pulling back to stare down at me.
I nodded, realizing that I’d given myself a lead into talking about trusting him with that too.
“Yeah?” he asked, grinning at me slowly, just as excited as I was.
“Yeah.”
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
I braced myself for the intrusion, but he kissed me deeply, distracting me as he pulled out of me. His finger speared into my pussy, collecting my arousal that suctioned so juicy and loud, turning me on more. Then with his demanding mouth sealed over mine, he pressed his slick fingertip into my rear hole.
Rubbing his dick over my folds, he kept up pressure on my clit and my pussy, just not spearing into me yet. Under his deep kisses, I relaxed as he rimmed my hole and pushed in further and further.
The burn was different. The stretch and sensation of being full there was foreign, yet so good that I swore I’d come from his touch alone.
“Laura. You’re—” He groaned, wedging his dick into my pussy. “You feel so fucking amazing.”
I nodded, too far gone to speak, let alone think. I felt torn apart but stitched too tightly. I was scattered and lost, yet pieced together in a coiled spring that would burst.
As soon as he pushed his cock all the way in, he stilled for a moment.
I acclimated to the intense pressure. Between his thick shaft in my throbbing, greedy pussy and his long finger up my ass, I was doubly close to coming in a rush of an orgasm for him.
“Laura…”
I couldn’t talk. This was too much. I felt him so deeply, and with letting him have me like this, I was giving him so much trust.
I couldn’t lower my guard any more than this.
We were united, so close and bound together.
I kissed him, clinging to him until he started a rhythm of pumping into me. And I was lost too soon. With the thrusts of his dick and his finger sliding steadily, I reached my orgasm with a blinding bliss that had me screaming.
If it weren’t for his mouth over mine, swallowing down my cries and screams of pleasure, the whole frat house would’ve heard. They would’ve also heard him groaning so gutturally loud, too, when he followed me a few seconds later.
My skin was swollen, so raw and sensitive from him like this, yet as my climax shook me from head to toe, each wave of pleasure seemed in sync with every jerk and twitch of him emptying himself deep in my womb.