Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
Logan - College Junior Year
The party is hazy, a blur of bodies and thumping bass.
Someone spills beer down my shirt in passing as Salem’s laugh echoes somewhere ahead like a siren song.
She’s dancing with Arya and her friend Owen in the middle of the living room, hair wild, mouth thrown open in a way that hits me square in the dick.
I shouldn’t be watching her like this, and I really shouldn’t be following her like this.
But I can't help it.
She drops me her location on purpose—I know that. Even though I hate these frat parties, I show up every single time just to watch her dance. She likes having my eyes on her.
When she catches me staring, a sinful smirk curls her lips.
Just like every other time we've done this, she beckons me with a single finger before turning away, and I follow her upstairs just like I’ve been doing since summer before college.
Always chasing her shadow. I follow her past a drunken couple fucking in the hallway, past the glitter-smeared bathroom mirror, until we get to the last room on the right. Her room.
This is where I usually stop. Chicken out, turn around, flee back home with my tail between my legs and my parents' voice about “keeping my virtue until marriage” screaming in my head.
I'll usually video call her instead so we can get off together.
But watching her dance always makes me fucking hard, and I'm so tired of being a coward.
Even if all I do tonight is touch her, I'll die happy—I swear.
Stepping inside, I take in the small room, blinking at the purple LED lights lining her ceiling and the walls plastered with photos she’s taken of her friends.
Salem spins around in surprise when she hears the door click shut behind me, her shirt already gone and a pair of pajamas slung low on her hips.
“Well, look who finally grew a pair," she says, stalking toward me like a predator hunting her prey. “Took you long enough.”
My mouth runs dry at the sight of her bare tits, nipples taught and pink. “Are you drunk?”
“Nope.” She steps closer, eyes glittering wickedly. "You sure you want to play, church boy?"
I do.
God, I do.
This is Salem, the girl who’s haunted almost every fucking dream I’ve had since high school. The one who—up until a few years ago—had no clue I existed. But still… if I let this happen, there’s no coming back from it.
When she drops her pajamas to the floor and steps out of them, I draw in a shaky breath. “Salem—”
She silences me with a commanding kiss, completely dominating my mouth, and fuck me—I kiss her back like a man starved. It's probably not even good for her since it's my first, but I meet her tongue with a moan, my cock aching as it strains against my zipper at the taste of her lips.
“Say it," she demands, breaking away to shove me onto her bed. Crawling into my lap, she grips my jaw roughly, wrenching my gaze to hers. "Tell me you want this.”
I swallow hard, my voice wrecked when I groan out, “I want you.”
“Fucking finally.” She helps me out of my hoodie but places her hands flat against my shoulders to hold me down when I try to move. “Nope. You don’t move unless I say so.”
God, I’ve never been so turned on, even when she undresses me slowly, placing kisses on my chest and stomach, leaving lipstick stains behind. My cock springs free the moment she yanks down my pants, already sticky and leaking.
"Aw, your dick is adorable in person," Salem chuckles, surprising the hell out of me when her tongue darts out to lick a hot stripe under my shaft.
"Fuck, I... Did you say adorable?"
With a grin, she envelops my entire length between her soft lips, taking me to the back of her throat. A choked groan rumbles out of me. I tangle my fingers in her hair on instinct, but she pops off with a glare to swat my hand away.
“I said don’t move until I let you, remember?”
“Can't help it. Holy shit, that felt so good.”
Does this count as my first blow job? Not that she did much blowing, but… my dick was in her mouth. So I'm counting it.
“If you think my mouth feels good,” she laughs, crawling up my body, “wait until you feel my pussy.”
My breath catches from the panic thudding in my chest as she reaches into her nightstand drawer. When she pulls out a condom, I swear my heart drops to the floor.
“Salem, wait.” I sit up quickly, curling my hands around her waist. “Can we… just stop for a second?”
She freezes in place. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. God, no.” I cup her face gently, trying to ease the confusion etched on her features. “You’re fucking perfect. That’s the problem.”
Her gray eyes narrow into slits. “Yeah, I’m gonna need more context with that comment.”
“I want this,” I blurt, desperately trying to ignore how close her body is to my throbbing dick. “I want you so bad it hurts sometimes. But I was raised with this belief, this… idea that sex is supposed to be something you save. For marriage.”
She blinks at me, stunned into silence. It makes me nervous.
“I know how that sounds,” I add quickly. “I know it’s old-fashioned. But it’s just... something I promised myself I’d do.” Promised my parents and God I'd do. “When it finally happens, it's supposed to mean something.”
Her hands are still braced on my chest as she seems to process those words, but at least she doesn’t pull away. She just watches me with an unreadable look in her eyes.
A long, weighted beat passes between us. Finally, she exhales and nods, dropping the condom back into the drawer. “Okay. We don't have to do this.”
“You’re not mad?”
Salem smiles, brushing a soft thumb over my cheek. “I’ve actually never had a guy tell me no before. It’s… weird. But kind of sweet.”
I blow out a shaky laugh and pull her into my arms, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She smells so fucking good, like cherries and chocolate cake. “I'm not saying we can't do, like… other things, but just not that. Not yet.”
“Other things, hm?” She grips my hair, forcing my attention to her. “What kind of other things, church boy?”
My ears grow hot as I swallow hard, my cock twitching at her breathy tone. “Um, what you did with your mouth was pretty fun.”
“Yeah? What else?” Her hand drops down her body, and my gaze follows, a groan leaving my throat when she circles her clit.
Oh, fuck. “I want to taste you. Make you feel good with my tongue.”
God, I want that pretty pussy on my face.
She smirks before reaching into her drawer once again. “What about this? Can I use it on you?”
I don't know what I was expecting her to pull out, but I can guarantee that a harness with a giant purple dildo attached was not on that list. “What? I… huh?”
Use what where?
A laugh bursts out of her, and she drops the... thing back into the drawer with a disappointed sigh. “I suppose not. Probably falls in line with premarital boning, huh?”
My entire face heats as a bead of precum leaks from my tip, the vision she just put in my head making me shift uncomfortably. “I mean, well… not technically? Like, it's not vaginal, so I don't think it counts.”
What the fuck am I saying?
Salem’s eyes widen. “Are you telling me that you're into it?”
I should say no. It crosses so many lines and it's definitely not something I've thought about doing to myself some nights when I can't force those feelings away. I totally do not jerk off to the thought of riding a dick sometimes, imagining how it would feel, getting stuffed so full that—
Aw, hell. More precum slides down my length, and Salem notices. She hums, swirling a finger around my swollen cockhead, making me shudder. “I think you are, huh? Want to be my good boy, Logan?”
I really should say no.
But instead, I lick my lips and curiously eye the harness in her drawer. “I've never done it before.”
“I can help you,” she whispers, kissing me softly. “I'll show you how to feel good. Just lay back for me.”
Doing as she commands, I slowly recline on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Salem grabs a bottle of lube before sliding off my thighs to settle in the space between them.
“Open wide for me.”
A nervous laugh bubbles up, but I obey, feeling all sorts of exposed when the air hits my sensitive skin. “Why do you have lube, anyway?”
“Because my sex life isn't boring.” She opens the cap to pour some of the liquid onto her fingers. “Now lift your leg up.”
Hooking a hand beneath my knee, I raise it as far as I can and jerk in surprise when I feel her fingertip against my asshole. “Jesus! I thought you were going to use the… thing.”
“The thing? You mean my artificial dick that has seven vibrating frequencies and even rubs my clit for maximum pleasure?”
“Yeah,” I grit out, mortified though my cock stands loud and proud. “That thing.”
With a snort, she shakes her head and swipes her finger around my hole again. “That comes after I loosen you up. Trust me, shoving the thing up there with no prep won't be fun.”
“What do you mean, prep—” I cut myself off with a yelp when she pushes the tip of her finger inside me.
“Relax your muscles for me, baby. Let me in. I promise it'll feel good.”
She grabs my dick and pumps it with the same rhythm that her finger works my hole, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling up my spine. When her mouth wraps around my cock again, I buck on instinct. She gags, but doesn’t seem to mind, just hums around my length.
There's a slight sting when she eventually adds another finger, but it's not bad. In fact… I kind of like it. And when she crooks her fingers in my ass, hitting a spot that has me choking her with my cock again, I really fucking like it.
“Holy shit,” I whine, rocking my hips to chase that feeling. “Whatever you just did, do it again. Oh, God, that felt so good.”
Salem laughs, lapping at my length before pulling her fingers free. “Imagine how that’ll feel when I vibrate up against it.”
I'll fucking die, I swear. But I want it. “I want it so bad. Please come back.”
“Patience,” she chastises, clicking her tongue as she climbs off the bed.