CHAPTER 1 #3
When he steps back, I step inside the room. It’s not huge. My dorm room is bigger. A bathroom is on the left, and I step further in to see a desk with a television mounted on the wall above it. A bed sits across from the desk, maybe a queen, not big for a man this tall.
Before I can look around more, he pushes me against the wall, and his lips are on mine.
My hands fly to his hair, knocking his hat off as he lifts me up.
I wrap my legs around his hips and hold on tight.
He pulls off my hat and tosses it behind us, then angles my head just the way he wants to deepen the kiss.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. He’s dominating every part of my senses. I feel him everywhere except where my body is craving him most. But his tongue explores every inch of my mouth. I moan into him, and he pulls away.
“Nymph, sorry, this isn’t going to be sweet and tender the first time. I need inside you.”
“Please… I just need you, Callum,” I whisper, his name escaping me on a long exhalation.
“Fuck,” he groans, elongating the word as he pulls back, his gaze roaming over my body.
He slides the straps of my bustier off my shoulders, then pushes the top down. My breasts pop free, and he lifts me higher against the wall. He sucks my nipple deep into his mouth.
My head hits the wall behind me, and a sob catches in my throat with desire. I can’t stop my hips from moving against his body.
“Please,” I beg.
The next thing I know, my bustier is tossed across the room and the bed is beneath me. He unwinds my legs from around his hips. I look up as he steps back and stares down at me.
“I should take my time with you, but I can’t,” he says.
Callum lifts my leg and slips off my cowboy boot, then removes the other. He tosses both over his shoulder.
He reaches for my belt buckle next and the waist of my jeans.
I’m about to tell him I’m a virgin, but he leans down and tongues my belly button piercing.
I moan and lose myself in the moment. He yanks my skintight jeans from my hips.
I lift my hips to help him, and he jerks them down, rolling them off my legs. I’m left in nothing but my black thong.
Callum stares down at me again. I’m writhing on the bed, needing him so desperately.
“Please, Callum.”
He yanks his shirt over his head and sends it flying behind him. Then he drops to his knees at the foot of the bed. I look down my body as he studies me like I’m a bite of food he’s craving. Pushing my legs open, he leans in and drags his nose up my core. My neck stretches as my head rolls back.
“Fucking smell like mine.”
He tugs my thong free, then his hot breath bathes my pussy before his tongue is on me.
He licks me from top to bottom, repeating the motion while avoiding my throbbing clit.
When he reaches my entrance the final time, he rims it with his tongue before jamming a finger inside me.
The intrusion startles me, and I moan and cry out at the same time.
He moves to my clit and sucks it deep until I scream.
“Fucking love how responsive you are, baby,” he growls against me, the vibration sending me higher.
“Callum,” I moan.
He pulls away and lifts me up. Then he impales me on his cock as he stands. I scream at the intrusion.
“Fuck!” He stops moving, and I can’t stop the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is thick with emotion, and I bury my face in his neck, sure he’s going to stop now. “Andi,” he growls, and I lift my head to meet his gaze.
“I wanted to. I was going to… but I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.”
He carefully lays me on the bed, still inside me. Then he hovers over me, not moving.
I shift slightly and don’t feel any pain. “Please… do something.” I look up at him. “Move. Anything.”
Callum pulls out and slowly enters me again in a long, deliberate thrust. He repeats it a few more times, and I keen at the sensations ramping up my body. It’s as if the sound of my desire and need set him off. He starts moving harder and faster. Another orgasm hits, and I scream his name.
“Callum.”
He pulls out and flips me over. He lifts my hips, then drives back into my body, grabbing my hair as he starts moving again.
The room is filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping against one another, the bed squeaking beneath us, and our moans and gasps of desire.
He tugs my head back as he hits a new spot inside me.
My vision blurs and my body tightens up.
My orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out longer and louder than before.
He doesn’t stop moving. My cries of pleasure just amplify his thrusts.
“Need you deeper,” he groans.
He pulls out and rolls me to my back. He lifts my legs up and bends them to my chest, splitting me in half, before thrusting back in. He penetrates me so deeply it brings tears to my eyes. He pauses just long enough for me to catch my breath before he starts moving again.
With each thrust, he grinds down, stimulating my clit.
I lean up and our lips lock together, his tongue mimicking his movements below.
It’s almost too much. He pushes in so deep that I feel a slight pinch of pain as another orgasm overtakes me.
My voice cracks as I scream. Callum groans, then releases my legs but keeps himself buried deep inside me.
He’s draped over my body, caging me into the mattress.
Callum drops his forehead to mine as he catches his breath. My hands trace his back, feeling the scars along his muscles that are still trembling from his exertion.
“You should have told me, Andi,” he finally says.
“I’m sorry.”
“I should have been able to make a choice. Instead, you took that away from me, and your first time was rushed, not something memorable.” His voice is strained.
I hold back the tears, knowing he’s right.
“I—” I don’t know what to say, so I lean up and kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” I tell him, and he pulls away.
He stands up, and I feel a wall erecting between us. He walks from the room without a word. It’s all over with now. I messed up, and I don’t want to face the fallout.
I roll from the bed, feeling his cum oozing from my body.
I’m so stupid. I didn’t even tell him to wear a condom.
Ugh. I glance around the room and spot my jeans.
I hear him in the bathroom and rush to get ready.
I slip on my Wranglers and grab my boots.
I won’t get my bustier on in time, so I reach for his T-shirt.
Pressing it to my face, I take a big whiff.
His scent clings to the fabric, clings to me. I slip it on and grab my purse.
As I move through the room, I pass the partially open bathroom door.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” Callum says, and the pain in my chest is so intense I cover my mouth to keep from crying out.
I quietly exit the room and step into the hallway.
At the end, a door leads outside. The other way would take me through the bar and party room, still filled with laughter and people talking.
I don’t want to be seen, so I head for the exit.
The walk of shame isn’t in me, and I feel like crying.
Before I open the door, I pull up my car service app and request the closest ride.
My truck is still parked in front of the Roadhouse.
The cool March air hits my face as I step outside, and I shiver.
Walking through the darkness, I spot a house off to the side, away from the clubhouse.
I move to the front of the building to wait for my ride.
When I reach it, I see my Uber pull up and double-check the image on my phone before heading to the car.
“For Andrea?” I ask the driver before getting in.
“Yep. Going to campus?”
“Yes.” I climb into the back seat.
I have a noon class I can’t miss. It’s going to be hell to forget that my first sexual experience was not only amazing but also painful, not because I was a virgin, but because he regretted it as soon as he was done with me.