Freshman Week
SARAH
“We’ll meet you guys down there,” I said, eyeing Connor from across the room. He’d shown up in one of those tight white t-shirts, and I hadn’t been able to focus on pre-gaming with the girls.
“We’re finally alone,” Connor said, settling back in the kitchen chair.
I pushed off the wall and sauntered toward him. “Looks like.”
Connor’s eyes travelled down my body, and his legs parted to make room for me. “You look amazing tonight.” His gaze met mine, and he gave me a wicked grin. “Are you sure we have to go?” He fingered the hem of my sundress.
“Sadly, we do. I need to scope the crop of future rushees.” The floor vibrated under my feet from the heavy bass downstairs.
His rough fingertips dragged up the back of my thigh as he hummed.
Straddling his lap, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But we have some time. It’s only ten.”
Connor hummed, running his hands under my dress to palm my ass. Catching my bottom lip between his, he pulled me closer.
After weeks of sexual frustration, the doctor had finally cleared Connor for physical activity. By some stroke of luck, the knife hadn’t hit anything vital, so the recovery had been relatively simple.
Connor kissed down my neck as he bunched the skirt of my dress up to my hips, making it easier for me to grind down on his hardening cock.
“We probably shouldn’t fuck in the kitchen,” I moaned out the last word when Connor thrust up.
“Okay,” Connor grinned, his dimples making a much-appreciated appearance as he scooped me up.
“What are you doing?” I laughed, throwing my arms around his neck.
“Making my lady more comfortable, he said, bounding up the stairs to my room.
“Corny.”
“I try,” he said as he gently placed me on my feet. Fisting my dress, he pulled me closer.
“You’re wrinkling my dress,” I pouted.
Connor feigned an apologetic smile. “Oh my God, you’re right. Let me just—” He slowly dragged the soft cotton up my body, pulling it over my head without messing up my hair and makeup. Shaking it out, he carefully draped it over my desk chair. “There.”
“Thank you.” I went up on my tiptoes and lightly kissed him. “Now it’s your turn.”
His white t-shirt came off, and I traced the lines of his body with my blunt nails, my gaze falling to the healing wound that marred his perfect body. I still couldn’t believe he had almost died for me.
Catching my hand as a shiver went through him, he smiled. “I would do it again.”
“What?” I frowned.
Dropping a kiss on the tip of my fingers, he said, “I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
Swoon.
It’s one thing for a guy to say he would die for you. It’s another for him to back it up.
With a gentle shove, I fell back onto my bed.
Standing at the edge of the mattress, his eyes travelled all the rolls and dips of my body to my face. “Look at you.” He stroked his denim-covered cock.
I parted my thighs and crooked my finger. Connor licked his lips and crawled on top of me, his weight comforting, grounding. Balancing on his forearm, he brushed his lips against mine, deepening the kiss until we were writhing against each other.
The rough material of his jeans created a delicious friction against my clit. Heat pooled low in my belly as I rolled my hips against him.
Sitting us up, he unclasped my bra with one hand. We broke our kiss, and I slid it off and tossed it aside.
“You have the most perfect tits,” Connor groaned, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth.
My back arched as he sucked. Lifting my hips, I huffed in frustration when he let go with a wet pop.
Lying back, I watched Connor unbutton and unzip his pants. His erection bobbed between us, and I licked my lips, desperate to feel him deep inside. I reached out, gripping his dick with a firm hold, and his eyes fell shut.
“Sarah,” he groaned.
“Yeah,” I husked, stroking his cock.
“Baby,” he moaned as he fell forward, catching himself with his forearms.
I pushed my panties to the side, dragging his dick through my wetness. The tip of his cock brushed against my clit, and I whimpered.
Connor’s hand replaced mine. “Shh, baby. I got you,” he said, notching the head in my slit. “Hold on” was the only warning before he impaled me on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, my nails scoring his shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, knocking the air out of me with each snap of his hips.
My body jiggled with every thrust, my pussy stretching to accommodate Connor’s thickness. He cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple to a stiff point as he pumped into me. I rocked my hips, taking everything he had to offer. My heart raced as I looked up at his beautiful face, contorted with pleasure.
“I love you, Sarah. So. Fucking. Much.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust, ensuring I would remember his words and feel him between my thighs all night.
As if I could ever forget Connor.
He pushed in to the hilt and grinded his pelvis against me. “Tell me you love me.”
I panted against his lips, nodding. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Honestly? I would’ve said anything he wanted if he kept rubbing my clit like that. So full and aroused, it was only a matter of minutes before I came.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, burying his face in my neck. His thrusts slowed, dragging his cock out inch by torturous inch. The new pace held an intimacy I’d only ever experienced with him.
As he slid back in, he pushed up on his hand and looked down at me. With that one look, he conveyed the depths of his love, and I had zero doubt that he was my future.
“Connor,” I breathed out, gripping the side of his neck.
Sweat rolled down his chest, following his well-defined muscles. The AC in my room was just as pitiful as every other rundown rental in Kirksville, leaving our bodies slick as they glided against one another.
Connor squeezed my breast, then slipped his hand over my belly down to my clit. Circling it with his thumb, he thrust harder.
Gasping, I clung to him, lacing my fingers together behind his neck. My pussy fluttered around him, and he groaned.
My orgasm floated in the periphery, and I moaned, “Harder.”
His hips answered, setting a new punishing rhythm. “Like that, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I cried out. My back arched, allowing him in deeper.
Connor grunted, working my clit in time with his thrusts. His eyes stayed on my face, adjusting his movements until my mouth fell open with a long, deep moan.
“That’s it. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“Connor,” I whimpered, the first waves of an orgasm cresting.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his thrusts becoming sloppy until his body shuddered, and he stilled, buried deep inside.
Rocking his hips, he kept rubbing my clit until I shattered. My legs shook around him, turning to jelly as he kissed me through the orgasm. Behind closed eyes, I saw stars.
When I finally stilled, a pleasant warmth lingered in my limbs.
Connor kissed my forehead and gently pulled out. Rolling to the side, he brought my sweaty body to his chest and let out a contented sigh.
We lay there, listening to the party rage downstairs. Eventually, I groaned, flopping onto my back. “Let’s party.”
Connor chuckled. “Don’t sound so excited.”
“There’s a legacy coming through rush this year,” Mona said, her attention solely on Blake and her little minions in the kitchen.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, leaning into Connor’s hold.
Mona lifted her chin at the freshman walking away from Blake.
Why does she look so familiar?
As the tall blond got closer, unease settled in my gut. She smiled, and I muttered, “Oh no.”
Bouncing up to me, she gave me a little wave and said, “Hi! I know we aren’t supposed to talk to you all before rush, but I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Cassidy Williams.” She swallowed thickly, her eyes flashing to Connor before falling back to me.
“Carter’s sister.”