by Kira Blakely
Was he about to leave?
His fingers closed around the door knob, and I heard a click before he whirled around to face me. “I needed to lock that.” He was smirking, his eyes honing in on me as he walked toward me and grasped hold of my waist again, biting his lips seductively.
Our tongues fought one another, and I felt him tug and pull at my clothes. I know that, through my purrs of pleasure, I was doing the same to his. I didn’t know who had lost what as far as clothes went until I felt my shirt fall in a careless heap on the floor just beside my foot, which I noticed to be bare.
I glanced down, my eyes widening at the fact that I was naked. Completely naked – in the middle of a biology lab.
He grabbed hold of my upper arm and pressed me against the nearest black lab table. The cold surface against my naked skin caused a chill to roll up and down my spine. “Cold,” I said, shuddering.
He just smiled devilishly at me in response.
He turned me almost roughly, so that I was facing away from him. H ran his hands down my back just before pushing me forward, pressing me flat against the table. I felt a sense of panic well within me.
There was something he didn’t know… I was a virgin.
I couldn’t even believe I had let it get this far.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he said, his hot breath falling over my ear and causing me to shiver. His voice was full of lust – dark, raspy, and low – and so incredibly sexy.
With one hand, he gripped hold of my hair, pulling my head back while the other hand reached around and caressed my throat.
“You’re so sexy.” He nipped at my ear, grinding his hips into mine, causing me to gasp.
“Devon,” I accidentally stammered out, and all he did in return was chuckle, giving my throat a small squeeze. A gasp of surprise escaped me. How could I enjoy someone gripping a hold of my throat like that? Someone I barely knew?
I reached a hand to clutch at him, but instead of letting me, he grabbed my hands and flattened me against the table once again. Was this how this was going to happen? Was he going to take me on top of the table, not even facing him? Was this going to be my first time?
Was I fucking insane that I was fine with that?
Logic didn’t even have a chance to argue with my desire; my lust was too much for it.
He pressed his mouth against my ear and took a slight step back away from me, his heat no longer enveloping me fully.
“Keep your hands on the table. Don’t even think about moving them. Don’t make me punish you.” I shivered and squirmed beneath his touch, a whimper involuntarily escaping from my depths.
He pushed his leg between mine, spreading them. Electric shocks were jolting through my body. I knew it was only a matter of time.
That is, until I felt his heated presence leave me completely.
For a moment, I wondered if it was over already. If he had somehow come to the realization that he didn’t want me after all, but when I glanced over my shoulder, he was biting his lips, his fingers busy with a condom package.
Where the hell did that even come from? That might have been a good question, but I honestly didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was the fact that I missed his warmth.
Hell, I was the dumb shit that hadn’t even thought about a condom in the first place.
I watched as he rolled it on in one movement just before leaping onto the lab table, covering my body with his.
I knew that I was flushed in passion, and it took everything in me not to beg him to slam himself into me with everything he had, virgin or not.
His hands finally reached my waist again. “I told you not to move,” he said through gritted teeth, before flattening me against the table, his stiff rod prodding against my inner thigh, causing my head to tip back in ecstasy.
He wasted no time in nipping down the exposed neck, biting every sensitive spot I seemed to have. I moaned as quietly as possible, the sensible part of me still acknowledging the fact that we were in a public domain. Truth was though, I could feel myself growing in arousal, pooling at the heated center of my womanhood.
His hands ran down my waist, rubbing tiny circles over my skin.
And no matter how much I wanted to buck and squeal at the small ministrations he seemed to have perfected, I held perfectly still; my eyes falling shut as a moan passed over my lips. “Mmmm…” The vibrations across my mouth caused my eyes to widen. I was being way too open.
Not that he seemed to mind.
In fact, it seemed to encourage him, because in one swift motion, I realized that I’d missed my chance at warning him. He slammed into me a little more than I had anticipated, causing pain to shoot throughout my entire body, originating at my womanhood. “Fuck!” I wailed, and I could only imagine the horror that spread over his face when he stopped mid-thrust inside of me.
I looked over my shoulder, and all I saw was a scrunched mouth, eyes wide in fear.
“Oh, shit!” he yelled out, a tone that sounded almost appalled. His movements stopped. “You’re… uh… uh…?” He was stammering. I could tell he didn’t quite know how to get to the question, but I knew immediately what he wanted to ask.
“I’m a virgin,” I gasped, still in pain, but majorly embarrassed.
A haze flooded over his eyes, glazing them over.
I could tell he was fighting to stay still, but I could also see the guilt spread over his face.
I was wet and I was throbbing, but in all honesty, I didn’t know if it was in pain or arousal.
All I knew was that when I saw the concern in his eyes, I wanted to keep going.
He pulled out of me. “Are you okay?” he asked, panting heavily. I nodded. He turned me to face him and kissed me gently on the lips. “I’m so sorry. I should have asked.”
“I should have told you.” I laughed, a blush of embarrassment rising to my face.
“Are you sure about this?” His eyes were plagued with concern, and that only made me want it more.
I nodded and bit my lip to keep myself from speaking again. If I continued, I knew I’d die of embarrassment later. Some things were better left silent. Besides, there was nothing else to say. Nothing, except for, “I’m ready,” which I muttered almost breathlessly.
He nodded and picked me up only to sit me down on the table he had me bending over just a moment before, and this time, when he readied himself at my entrance, he was facing me. And this time, when he thrust into me, he did so slowly, tenderly even.
I moaned as I felt my walls form-fit around his engorged length. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as before. And this time, it also felt a little pleasurable.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, sighing. The way he was looking at me made me want to blush. He was staring. His eyes no longer dark with lust, but hazed with something different. He was looking at me with intent, like he was memorizing what I looked like as his eyes scanned over me: up and down, and then back again.
He kneaded my swollen breasts, rolling my nipples in between his fingers, and all I could do was whimper in response, my head falling back in complete pleasure. His lips moved down to my throat, covering it in kisses, suckling on the flesh his lips scanned across.
I couldn’t believe we were having public sex completely naked, being as loud as we were, and no one was barging in yet.
I knew we were playing on dangerous ground; that if we were caught, we would surely be kicked out. At least, I would have been. He might have been given a probationary period because of his athletic status. It was sad, but I knew how college athletics worked. He brought the school a lot of money.
They wouldn’t let him go just because he was “being a boy” and banging some whore in a lab.
It was an ideology that pissed me off, but I didn’t blame him for it; it wasn’t his fault.
"Tell me how it feels," He whispered, his voice now at my ear as he licked and nibbled.
“Dangerous,” I said, shivering.
He moaned into my ea
r, “I know what you mean.”
But somehow, I wasn’t sure we were talking about the same thing.
Every thrust was getting better and better until, eventually, they started to throw me into a bliss I’d never known. He dove in deeper and deeper, slamming inside of my heated core with everything he had, yet gently all at the same time. I cried out softly, my hands clutching hold of his flesh with everything I had.
And then, I felt something begin to well in my depths, and I knew it was only a matter of time. I was on the brink.
I moaned and arched against him. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, not really caring at this point if someone did hear. “Faster! Faster!”
“I will, but be quiet,” he panted. “Don’t want someone breaking this up at the good part.”
He pumped into me faster and faster, and I could feel my walls clamp around him. I threw my head back, and his lips found my neck once again. I was on fire – ignited by a desire I’d never known before I met him.
It was crazy. I barely even knew the guy, and here I was losing my virginity to him, feeling things I was almost too scared to bring up.
Our noises filled the room, despite both of us trying to keep the other quiet with our own mouths.
It was all too much to silence...
the pleasure…
the feelings I was having…
it was all too much.
Him between my legs, the intimacy I felt from it, despite the fear of knowing what that meant. It meant I was going to get hurt. I knew he wasn’t the type for intimacy and romance, and I could feel myself falling deeper than I ever should have. But I also wasn’t going to fight it.
There was something about it that felt almost… nice.
The harder he thrust into me, the more I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing all this time: the pleasure a man could bring. With every single touch, every kiss, I felt myself growing closer and closer to the point of no return.
He made sounds of approval with every thrust he made into my swollen wetness.
I smiled. My dreams over the last couple of years had left me like this – being plowed by a particular sexy man. But tonight, it wasn’t a dream. It was real. A man – a man hotter than any I’d ever seen in person – was in between my legs making love to me.
And, he was doing it so fucking well.
Every effective caress brought more and more pleasure; way more than any of my dreams had ever been able to conjure up.
His mouth moved down to my breasts, teasing me, torturing me even... so much so that I was shuddering with an intensity that left me bewildered. I’d never craved anything more than his touch.
I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing.
Not that he seemed to mind.
His body was clearly excited as he moved over my flesh, his eyes scanning over my body with an enthusiasm that made me feel like nothing I’d ever felt before: beautiful.
He broke away, but only for a moment – only long enough to grab my hips, almost sloppily, and gasp just before slamming his mouth back over mine. I kissed him deeply, swallowing his cry of ecstasy as I felt even more heat grow within me than I knew what to do with – all before riding out the most explosive orgasm I’d ever felt before.
Chapter Ten - Devon
Her cheeks were flushed and sweat glistened, scattered across her skin like dew droplets on a rose petal. I gazed at the glittering specs rolling across her perky breasts and smiled. She was glowing as she lay over the black-topped lab desk, still panting.
“Wow,” I breathed, hoping that she hadn’t heard me.
I hadn’t even meant to speak, but I couldn’t help it. I knew right then and there that I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life. It was something that scared the shit out of me, if I was being honest.
The way that I noticed everything – every single damn thing about her – was terrifying.
She was so unbelievably curvy, thick in all the right places, with thick brown hair that fell effortlessly in silky fragments over her perfect, milky shoulders. I felt guilty taking her virginity, but at the same time, I knew that was why she looked so glowingly gorgeous in that moment.
I smiled, and then immediately looked away from her and started to gather up my clothes. “We should probably get out of here,” I said, laughing, “before someone catches us. We’ve been pretty lucky.”
She chuckled, “For sure,” she said, and swung her legs over the side of the table and hopped down. I was satisfied sexually, but the more I watched her put her clothes on with an adoration I’d never possessed for anyone else, the more unsatisfied I became with myself.
I was starting to like her.
I knew that I was.
I also knew that it wasn’t allowed. I couldn’t let anything affect my football no matter how great she was.
I shook away the thoughts and finished putting on my clothes, watching her do the same. I cursed myself silently. I needed to stop thinking about her in a way that was anything more than a fling.
That’s all she could be.
I had football to think about.
And my dad. My asshole, demanding, over-the-top dad…
Chapter Eleven – Callie
“I still can’t believe we did that,” I kept relaying to him over and over and over again. I was smiling – blushing even – but I was also terrified. I had felt something in that lab that I hadn’t expected to feel. Something weird. Something crazy, even.
I barely even knew Devon and, before this point, I’d basically had conflicting notions on what sort of person he really was.
“I know.” He smiled, clearly happy with himself. “That was an awesome adventure.”
I smiled, despite myself. That wasn’t exactly what I meant.
We were standing right in front of my dorm building holding hands and, even though it was getting late, I didn’t really want to go to sleep. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to leave him just yet, and that realization scared me more than anything. I was choosing Devon over sleep – over being responsibly well-rested for class the next morning.
Devon. A guy I barely knew.
“Wow, you’re sleeping with Lindsey’s lame ass roommate, now?” Kara’s voice cut through the night as the doors to the building opened and a small figure, followed by four other equally small figures, came out. “How original.” She laughed just before her clones did the same.
I looked at Devon, and then to Kara, and back. Why had I not thought of all of this before now? I somehow hadn’t thought about the drama that this would inevitably bring.
Devon stiffened. “Look, I’ll see you later,” he whispered to me, before shooting a death glare to Kara and walking away.
I blinked at his retreating figure until I couldn’t see him anymore. Was he seriously going to leave me there with all those girls? Without saying anything to them? Was he really going to leave like that?
I grumbled and turned back to face Kara and her merry band of idiot girls, only to find that they’d already gone.
“What the hell?” I sighed, before heading toward the steps to go inside. Where had they gone?
***
“What the hell is your problem?” Lindsey asked, as soon as she barreled through our dorm room door as I was pulling my covers down to get into bed.
“What?” I asked. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
“You, with Kara’s boyfriend.”
“He wasn’t even her boyfriend!” I shouted. “And, what does it matter? And, where did you hear that?” I growled and sat down on my bed.
“Uh, duh, Kara just told me,” she snapped. I rolled my eyes. Well, now I know where she went earlier. To go spread rumors about how much of a slut I was. Typical high school 2.0 mentality. The only problem was no one was going to give a shit outside of this petty girl-group. “And, I’m just saying I can’t believe you’re fine with getting her sloppy seconds. He’s scum. He must have really needed to get rid of those blue balls Kara gave him to sl
eep with someone that doesn’t even know how to have fun.”
“What the fuck are you even talking about?” I snapped, hopping up from my bed.
“I’m saying you’re a back-stabbing bitch!” Lindsey shrieked, and that was all it took.
I grabbed my pillow and my comforter and powered out of the room. I didn’t have time for drama. I was there to get an education, not to get wrapped up in some bullshit between a guy I only just now found out I even remotely wanted, and his ex-dumbass.
Chapter Twelve – Callie
I’d basically been going through the motions for three days. I was exhausted, barely functioning in my classes, and I still hadn’t talked to Lindsey – not since she went full-blown psycho-mode on me after that drama with Kara. I’d gone into our dorm while she was still snoozing and grabbed some clothes and my shower stuff to get ready before classes. I slept, ate, and studied in the common area.
Hell, the day before, I actually made the leap to call my parents, and tell them how hard it was being away. I failed to mention the part about screwing Devon Halloway soon-to-be NFL star and how his ex-girlfriend and her stupid drones were making me miserable.
They asked if I wanted to come home; but there was something about their tone that made it sound like I was failing somehow.
That I wasn’t living up to their expectation of what it meant to be in college.
Which was strange. I thought they’d wanted me to stay home all along. I thought they’d think it would do me good to be home. That I would focus more; study harder somehow. But that’s not what it seemed when I talked to them.
I thought they’d think commuting would be in my best interest, for academics, as well as my sanity. Honestly, the phone call had put so much on my mind that I had forgotten about the fact that I was exhausted. In fact, I didn’t feel it anymore; not until I walked into my biology lab. As soon as I took a step into the building, I felt a heavy sense of foreboding; a sense of foreboding that completely drained me of whatever energy I had left.
