by S. E. Rose
“Come on, I don’t feel like explaining things if someone comes home early,” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the stairs. He follows me. I shut the door behind us when we reach my room. Leaning against the door, I watch as he walks the perimeter and looks at everything. My posters, photos, awards, and a robot that I built with Brynn last semester.
He finally takes a seat at my desk and looks up at me.
He’s waiting.
I sit next to him on my bed and cross my legs. “Remember when I was doing the drama club play in high school?”
“Yeah.”
I look down at my lap and start nervously playing with the string on the waistband of my sweatpants. Clark’s hand suddenly is covering mine. My eyes shoot up to his.
“It’s OK, Megan. Whatever happened…it’s OK. You can tell me anything. You know that, right? I don’t know what happened between us, but I never stopped caring about you.”
I feel myself blush again. I look back down watching his giant hand cover mine.
“There was a party after the play. All the upperclassmen were there. Some of them from drama club, some not. Back then, everyone wanted to get with Anthony. He was like this bad boy that all the girls swooned over, and when he started flirting with me, I felt…special.” I take a deep breath. “At some point that night, we were alone. He pressed me against the wall and told me the things he wanted to do to me. I…I was scared. It felt…wrong. I didn’t know him, and I had never done anything more than kiss a guy. He pinned me to the wall and started forcing my legs apart with his. He managed to get his hand up my skirt but then some drunk kids came by the room. I used the distraction to knee him and get the hell out of there.” I hear Clark curse under his breath. “He told everyone I was a prude. And went out of his way to make me feel like one. After that…I didn’t want to be popular anymore. I didn’t want to have boys like me. So, I just focused on school. I could control that. It…felt safe.”
I finally look up and see Clark’s eyes boring into mine. The look of intensity in them scares me a little.
“That motherfucker,” Clark mutters. “I should have killed him.”
I roll my eyes. “I appreciate the sentiment, but we both know you aren’t a murderer.”
“Well, I should have at least beat his ass more than I did.”
“I just wish I knew why he was here tonight.”
Clark mutters something under his breath.
“Clark, what did he say?”
“He was looking for you. He said someone told him that you lived here, and he was going to try to get a piece of ass he should have had years ago. Now I know what he was talking about,” Clark says in a low voice that tells me he’s ready to beat the shit out of Anthony. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel a little better. “I’m sorry he did that to you, Megs. No man should treat a woman like that.”
“Thanks, Clark.”
I question why I just told him my deepest, darkest secret, but before I can explore that thought further, I hear voices and the front door opening. Some of my sisters come in, and I look up at Clark in a panic.
“Shit, you aren’t supposed to be up here,” I state, scrambling to lock my door. I’m in one of three senior suites with a bathroom. Clark looks out the window and curses.
“Only way I can leave is down the stairs,” he says. “It’s too high to jump.”
Fuck my life. I’ve never, ever smuggled a boy into the house before. I have no idea what to do. OK, play it cool.
“Uh, I’m just gonna see who came home,” I say as I exit my room and quickly shut the door. Meanwhile, the mantra “please be Stella” keeps playing on repeat in my brain as I walk downstairs and find Kendra and her bestie, Haven, eating a bag of chips.
“Hey,” they say in unison.
“Hey, how was the party?” I ask nonchalantly because…I’m trying to play it super cool.
“Lame. I think we are going to watch a movie, want to join us?” Haven asks.
I put on my best super-bummed face. “I wish I could. I totally didn’t do my homework all week. That internship is killing me. Anyhow, I gotta catch up. But maybe tomorrow?”
Kendra smiles. “Tomorrow is a Twilight marathon.”
I laugh. “OK, vampire movies it is. I’m going to finish this reading and then go to bed early. If you all see Stella, just tell her I’ll catch up with her in the morning.”
“Will do,” Kendra says, saluting me as I head upstairs. I open and shut my door in stealth mode and then lean against it. I turn the lock on my doorknob just for safe measure. When I finally look up, my mouth falls open.
Clark is passed the fuck out on my bed wearing nothing but boxer briefs. I look around because I have no idea what to do. Do I crawl in next to him? I mean, there is room because he’s plastered himself up against the wall. Or do I sleep on the floor? I look at my hardwood floor. No fucking way. It’s my damn room.
I grab my extra blanket off my chair and gently sit on the bed as to not wake Clark. I curl up in a ball and turn off my light. I admit, lying here curled up against Clark is doing things to my lady bits. Fuck, he smells good too. I wonder how much he had to drink tonight. Should I get a bucket in case he gets sick? I’m contemplating the move when he rolls on his side and his arm wraps around me.
“Stop thinking, Megladon. That’s your biggest vice, you know that? You think too fucking much,” he mutters.
I turn to face him. His eyes are half-opened as he looks at me.
“I thought you had passed out,” I admit.
“I was sort of dozing, but it’s hard to pass out when your ass is pressed against me,” he says with a smirk.
I roll my eyes. “You are such a…” I trail off because I don’t know what to call him. A jerk? A tease? A flirt?
“I’m a what?” he asks.
I sigh because I just don’t have it in me to continue the banter right now. For the first time in nearly seven years, I just don’t want to argue with him.
“You’re just…you.”
His grin widens. “Damn skippy.”
I chuckle. “You know, you haven’t changed very much since middle school.”
He moves and I suddenly feel his erection press against my thigh. Holy fucking shit. I clear my throat. “I mean, you still act like you.”
He leans in so our faces are only an inch apart. “I do?”
I nod.
“How about this? Did I used to act like this, Megladon?” he asks as he presses his lips to mine while wrapping his large hands around my waist and tugging it flush with his body. I shiver from the contact; goose bumps dot my skin as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss with a single stroke of his tongue along my lips. I close my eyes and savor the taste of him as I open my mouth. He lets me control the kiss as I tentatively run my tongue along his. He tastes like expensive bourbon and that surprises me. I might be the only college student here who can tell you just by taste whether alcohol is pricey or not. Dad always made us play the guessing game growing up. He’d let us take a little sip of his drinks when we were teenagers. He taught us about the different forms of alcohol and how they were made. We went to vineyards, breweries, and distilleries all over the world. When we were abroad, we drank freely at mealtime. And by the time I was twenty-one, just recently, I didn’t even care. Mom said that was Dad’s masterplan all along. To show us good alcohol and teach us about responsibly drinking, so when we did go to college, we wouldn’t go crazy and get drunk on cheap stuff.
Of course, if my parents had known me better, they’d know that I have drunk very little alcohol while at college.
“Stop thinking, Megs.” Clark’s voice pulls me back to the kiss as he rolls us over. His body presses mine into the mattress. “Is this OK?” he asks.
I nod and smile shyly up at him. I admit, part of me wants to yell “no” and tell him he’s been an asshole and I hate him, but that would be a lie. I never actually hated him. And right now, I sort of really like him.
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bsp; “If anything triggers you, anything at all, tell me to stop…or say kryptonite. That’ll be our safe word,” he says.
“Safe word? What are you going to do? Fifty-shade me or something?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
He laughs. “No, bunny. I’m not going to do anything but kiss you and feel your skin against mine. That’s it. No further than that…tonight.”
“OK,” I breathe as he leans down again to kiss me. He hasn’t called me bunny since we were little kids. He said I scurried around like his pet bunny, Floppy Fluff. I smile as he nips at my lower lip.
I relax and let him take the lead and, oh boy, does he ever. His one hand slowly moves the hem of my shirt up, exposing one inch of my belly at a time. I want him to do more. I want to feel more.
His lips leave mine and he trails wet kisses along my jaw and neckline. His fingers feather touches along my rib cage. I squirm because I want his hands elsewhere, but I also love what he’s doing.
He opens his eyes and looks down at me, touching his forehead to mine and taking a deep breath. “Shit, Megs. I’ve wanted to do this…to touch you like this for…so long.”
“You have?” I squeak. Holy shitballs! Have I entered a parallel universe? Did Clark just admit he’s had a crush on me?
He nods. “I have.”
I close my eyes and open them again just to make sure this is for real. “I’ve wanted it too,” I confess.
His eyes widen. “You have?”
I nod and blush. “I hated that I didn’t hate you. I hated that…I wanted you to kiss me,” I admit.
“I never hated you at all. We were just stupid kids that said stupid things and let pride get in our way. If I could take it all back, I would, every last mean word,” he says.
I feel my eyes well with tears. He reaches up and wipes them away. “Don’t cry, Megladon.”
“It’s just…we’ve wasted so much time being mad at each other over stupid shit,” I admit on a sob.
“Our time is just starting,” he replies as he leans down and kisses me once more. “Let me make it up to you.” His right hand slowly moves down my body, gently caressing my breast and then running along the waistband of my sweatpants. He pushes inside and runs a finger along the edge of my panties. I’m practically panting with need. No boy has ever done this. I’ve never let a boy do this. I spread my legs a little, giving him room as his fingers separate the thin material of my cotton underwear from my skin. He slides them along my folds.
“Jesus, bunny. You are fucking soaking wet,” he murmurs as he gently glides a single finger inside me. I nearly come just from that. He feels a million times better than a vibrator and a billion times better than my own fingers. His movements are languid as he pushes and pulls his finger in and out of me over and over while keeping his thumb pressed to my clit, drawing small circles on it. I feel myself tightening, my body nearing the ledge.
His lips move along my jaw and his teeth nip at my earlobe as he pushes a second finger inside me. He curls them and begins scissoring them.
“Don’t stop,” I moan as my hands squeeze the blankets.
He doesn’t. He goes back to kissing me but I’m so focused on coming that I barely kiss him back. He quickens the pace and that pushes me over the edge. I stifle a cry as I come, my body convulsing around his fingers. He slows his movements and then pulls his hand away from me, sucking my juices from his digits in the sexiest way.
“Fuck, bunny. Had I known you tasted this good, I would have done this a long time ago,” he says as he starts pushing my sweatpants and panties down my legs.
“What are you…” I trail off as he looks up at me. His head is between my legs and I know exactly what he’s about to do as he leans forward. His eyes don’t leave me as he licks my seam. I shudder from the feel of it. He groans and spreads my thighs farther apart as he starts sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue inside of me. He adds his finger and soon I’m coming apart again, trying my best not to yell.
He leans back. His lips glisten and he smiles at me as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think we should get some sleep now.”
I stare up at him in shock. “But…” I look down at his erection which is so hard that it’s poking out from the waistband of his underwear.
He shakes his head and adjusts himself. “I’m fine. Tonight is about you.”
And with that, he lies back down next to me and pulls me to him. But no one tells me no. I reach out and grip his erection. Well, I attempt to, but shit, that boy is packing because my little hand barely fits around it, which is both exciting and also a little scary when I think about trying to fit that all inside me.
He groans and puts his hand over mine. “You don’t have to do this,” he says from behind gritted teeth.
“I know. But I want to,” I whisper as I reach inside his underwear and start stroking his cock. He guides my hand, showing me how he likes it. I’m a good student, and in a few minutes, he’s coming. He reaches over my head and grabs a tissue to clean himself before tucking himself away and pulling me back to him.
“Good night, bunny,” he says.
“Good night, Superman.”
And with that, I fall fast asleep in the arms of the man I used to hate but never stopped loving.
Chapter Fourteen
Clark
I wake up to hair in my face, a lot of hair. I push it aside and find the angelic, sleeping face of Megan. I smile. She looks so sweet in her sleep. Hell, she always has.
Her hand is pressed to my chest. Her one leg is tucked between mine and the other is thrown over my hip like she’s some sort of koala bear. The dirty side of me knows that I could probably whip my dick out and sink into her right now, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure that Megs has never had sex before and I don’t want to take her V-card unless she’s one hundred percent on board and awake.
She stirs and one eye opens. Her pupil contracts in the bright morning light, showing more of her icy blue iris. She blushes and closes her eye.
I lean in and brush my lips against hers. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Megladon.”
She opens both her eyes and looks at me with such intent that I find my face heating under her scrutiny.
“It’s not fair,” she finally states.
“What’s not?” I ask as I twist my lips in confusion.
“You even look hot first thing in the morning.”
I chuckle. “I mean, ‘hot’ might be an overreach.”
She shakes her head. “Nope. It’s just a fact. You look good all the time. You are some weird freak of nature.”
I brush a strand of hair off her cheek. “You know, you look pretty hot yourself.” I lean in to kiss her, but she pulls back and covers her mouth.
“What?”
“Uh, morning breath,” she mutters.
I laugh and reach over her as I spy a bowl of those soft mints she used to devour as a kid. Most kids like chocolate and sugary candy, but not my Megs. She was addicted to mints, all kinds of mints.
“You still love mint, huh?”
She nods and blushes again as I pop a mint in her mouth and one in mine.
“Better?” I ask. She nods and I lean down, tasting the mint on her tongue as I run mine along it. Megs has no idea how fucking hot she is, but I’m making it my new life mission to show her.
I roll her over and pull her shirt up over her head.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she says with a laugh.
“Having my breakfast,” I murmur as I gaze down at her perfect body. She never put her pants back on after our escapades last night and now she’s deliciously naked. Her body is insane. Every guy on campus would be eye-fucking her if she ever decided to wear tight clothing. But even the few cute dresses she has worn lately don’t do justice to her body.
She tugs the shirt over her head and looks up at me.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” I ask. Not waiting for the answer, I lean down and take one of her nipples between
my teeth and tug on it. She moans. I settle myself between her legs, paying homage to both her breasts before slowly working my way down to feast on her. She tastes just as good as she did last night. Some of my guy friends don’t like going down on their ladies, but I always have. Something about getting them off just pushes me to the edge. The smell, the taste, everything about it is sexy as fuck.
“Oh. My. God. The mint,” she moans. I grin because the mint is definitely going to add to this experience for her.
I add my finger to the mix and pretty soon I have Megs stifling her cries as she comes on my tongue. I trail kisses back up and look down at her. “Good morning,” I say as her eyes open to gaze into mine.
“Morning,” she says, her voice distant as she comes down off her high.
“Breakfast?” I ask.
She looks over at an old dinosaur alarm clock. It’s only seven thirty, but the twenty-four-hour diner nearby is open.
“We need to figure out how to get you out of here,” she whispers.
I grin and wink at her, holding out my hand. “First we need to shower.”
She follows me into her bathroom, and I turn on the shower. I drop my underwear and open the shower curtain.
“Come on,” I urge as I pat her ass.
She gets in and I close the curtain. Her eyes roam my body from my feet to my face.
“You…are unnaturally muscular,” she states.
I laugh. “Unnaturally?”
“I mean, you don’t play a sport.”
I roll my eyes. “I play intermural baseball and ultimate Frisbee.”
“Ultimate Frisbee, seriously?” she asks as she puts her head under the shower spray.
“Uh-huh.”
“You are full of surprises.”
I reach out and pour shampoo into my palm. “Let me,” I say as I swat her hands away so I can shampoo her hair. She doesn’t speak again, which is very un-Meg-like. She lets me lather her hair with shampoo and then conditioner before I soap her body, paying special attention to my new favorite places.
“Rinse,” I demand when I finish. She does and washes her face before turning back to me.
