Flirt: A Carlton University Novella

by Natalie Rios

  And I suspect she would have swallowed every last drop.

  But once we stopped and she had some time to think, to process what happened, she immediately began to retreat. She was back to being the shy, repressed Veronica I’ve known all these years.

  I don’t know what that’s about and I want to find out. Badly. I have sneaking suspicion her douchebag of an ex has something to do with it. I don’t know much about their breakup, except that it was bad. Bad enough Veronica’s other roommate, teacher’s pet Allie, egged Daniel’s car the very next night.

  Did he cheat? Did he make her feel like she wasn’t sexy enough? Or maybe he was too forceful with her? Is that why she’s so uncomfortable with sex?

  I want to know, but tonight’s not the time for that discussion. Not when we’re both all worked up and craving for release.

  And now that I know the trick is to make sure Veronica doesn’t have enough time to think herself out of doing what she wants, I have no time to waste.

  “Well?” I ask, prowling towards her. I knew she would instinctually try to move away, backing herself into the couch. And I try not to grin when I hear an ‘oomph!’, followed by the sound of her butt landing on the couch’s cushion. Planting one hand on either side of her shoulders, I lean down until we’re practically nose to nose. Caging her in. “Answer the question, Veronica.”

  “Allie’s working until two, but Lia’s at the Kappa party. I don’t know when she’ll be back, but I’m thinking not for a while yet.” Her words are tripping over each other, but at least she’s looking me in the eye now.

  Progress.

  “Good. Plenty of time. I’m going to give you a choice.” I bring my mouth close to her ear and blow, pleased when her body shivers in response. “I can fuck you right here on this couch. In the living room, where one of your roommates can walk in on us at any moment. Maybe Lia gets too drunk at the party and has to come home early. Or maybe Allie forgot something and has to turn around before she gets to work. They just suddenly open the door and find me here, balls deep inside of you. Fucking you until you’re screaming my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”

  I pause, taking a moment to enjoy the blush blooming on her cheeks. Veronica maybe a little shy, but there’s an excited gleam in her eyes. Dirty talk definitely turns her on.

  “Or...” she whispers, apparently eager to hear what’s behind door number two.

  “Or, I throw you over my shoulder and carry you into your room. Toss you on the bed. Tie you to the bedpost and devour your pussy with my mouth. Torture you with my tongue until you beg me for my cock. Which is it, V? The couch or the bed?” I growl.

  “The couch!”

  I’m not at all surprised by her answer. Anyone who wants to have sex in the crowded as hell Carlton Library must have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in them. “Your wish is my command.”

  Grasping the back of her neck, I dip my head and press my lips against hers. They’re plump, soft and moist. Pushing my tongue inside her mouth, I groan. She tastes so warm and sweet, like an apple pie fresh out the oven. It’s our first kiss and I would love to spend more time ravaging those lips, but I need to even up the nudity here.

  “Take off your sweatshirt,” I say, moving back to give her enough room while still keeping my eyes locked on hers. I don’t ever want her looking away from me again.

  She quickly obeys and my breath comes out on a hiss. “Christ.” She was naked underneath that sweatshirt. No t-shirt or bra. Naked. This. Entire. Time. My next sentence comes out on a croak. “I’m going to get up and take off my shirt while you take off your pants.”

  While I’m up, I grab my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans and retrieve a condom. Because I highly doubt an apartment consisting of my baby sister, Allie the nerd, and shy Veronica is going to have a box of condoms lying about the living room.

  And very soon after that, we’re both naked, with Veronica still sitting on the couch and me standing in front of her. I palm myself, enjoying the way she’s openly staring at me. I had been expecting more blushing and shy darting glances, but V is openly staring at my dick, licking her lips as if she likes what she sees.

  I continue to watch her eyeing my cock, following my every movement as I stroke myself. Not that I need to at this point. I’m still rock hard and raring to go from the few precious minutes I had spent inside her mouth. I drop my hand away and move toward her again. The second my face is looming over her, she blushes and looks away again.

  Can’t have that, now, can we?

  “This is how it’s going to work, V. If you want me to fuck you, you need to look me in the eye. No closing your eyes or turning your head away. You can blush all you want, but you have to look at me. Tell me you understand.”

  Her eyes fly back to mine. “I understand.”

  “Good.” I hook a finger around the waistband of her plain, white cotton panties. “We have no need for these tonight,” I say as I tug them off her hips. I gently push her down, so she’s laying on the couch, and then I straddle her.

  My body instantly tenses from the contact. Christ. I love the way her warm, buttery smooth skin feels against mine. The way my hard cock feels pressed against her stomach. I spread her legs and run my hands up her thighs, eliciting a low moan from her. Her hips are bucking against mine, so at least I’m not the only one being affected by all this contact.

  I know I’m ready to go, but I can’t hurry this along. I need to make sure she’s ready for me. Sliding my hand between her legs, I slip a finger between her folds and am greeted with sweet, slippery wetness. “Your pussy is dripping for me.” There’s that blush again. And I have an idea. Veronica’s about to get a whole lot more embarrassed. “Say it. Tell me what I do to your body.”

  She continues to gnaw at her lip, wiggling underneath me. She’s nervous and I have to clamp a hand on her hip to still her movements. The friction feels too good right now. “Say it, V. Say it and I’ll give you your release. I’ll give you everything.”

  “My... My pussy is dripping for you.” Holy hell. Her face is beet red, but she did it. She talked dirty to me and I fucking love it.

  I plant a feather light kiss against her temple. “Good girl. Here’s your reward.” I plunge a finger deep inside her and she cries out. Not in pain, but one of lovely shock. Panting, she thrusts her hips, trying to grind against my hand. Our breaths are mingling and I can’t help leaning down to plant a hard kiss against her lips.

  I withdraw my finger and she whimpers, her fingernails digging into my shoulder with her displeasure. “I already told you, V.” I lean back, tearing open the condom and rolling it down my cock. “I’m coming inside of you tonight.”

  Chapter Six

  Veronica

  My heart’s racing so fast, it sounds like someone’s playing the drums. I’m sure Cam can hear it, though he’s a little too busy settling himself between my legs and nudging his huge dick inside of me.

  Scratch that, his monster dick. I’m a little afraid he’s going to rip me in half with that thing. So I guess my snippy little comment the other day, about him knocking out serial killers with his dick, wasn’t totally impossible.

  The more I think about his monster dick, the more I worry. He’s teasing me with the tip, sliding back and forth, nowhere near even halfway in. And it’s already a tight squeeze. I need him to get to it before I lose my nerve.

  I buck against him impatiently. “Get to the good stuff,” I whisper and Cam chuckles. His hot breath spans across my cheek, sending a tingle down my spine.

  “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

  He wants more dirty talk. How did I go from being with a guy who wanted me to repress all of my sexual desires to a guy who wanted to hear my every dirty thought?

  Well, at least the sex is better. A million times better so far. And Cam’s willingness to take direction might actually lead me to an orgasm.

  “More.”

  “More, what?” He’s still teasing me
with his cock, withdrawing and thrusting the shallowest of thrusts. “Be specific.” I bite my lip and shake my head. “Don’t be embarrassed to ask for what you want, V. I’m not a mind reader. Tell me what you want.”

  “Faster,” I blurt out. “Harder.”

  His lips peel back into a smile and then he pounds into me. Holy shit! I’ve never felt so full in my life. He stills for a moment and I’m happy for the adjustment period. The stretch is a bit uncomfortable at first, but the pain quickly subsides into a sweet ache.

  “Okay?” he asks, and I nod for him to continue.

  He pulls back and thrusts even deeper, hitting a part of me Daniel definitely never reached. Completely buried inside of me. To the point I can feel his balls slapping against my ass. “So this is what the phrase balls deep means.”

  Cam laughs, much to my mortification. I hadn’t realized I said the last bit out loud. He reaches between us and twists one of my nipples as he continues to move inside of me. “I want to pull out and come all over your beautiful tits. And then I want to push them up like this-” he cups a boob in each hand and shoves them up towards my mouth “-so I can watch you lick it all off.”

  I’m panting. So hot. So turned on by the dirtiness. Between the sweet friction he’s creating slamming into me and the pure filth spewing out of his mouth, I’m about ready to come right here and now. But, good Lord, does his little boob fantasy intrigue me. “I’m open to it.”

  He releases my boobs, swooping down to bite my bottom lip. “What did I say, dirty girl? I’m coming inside of you tonight.”

  He thrusts into me again and I’m so wet, you can hear every time he slides inside of me. Between that, the sound of our skin slapping together, and the moans escaping my mouth, this is not a quiet or demure experience.

  Heat and pressure build inside of me. So much pressure, ebbing and flowing until I crack. At first, I’m silent. The orgasm catches me completely off guard, to the point I’m actually speechless. This doesn’t last long though. “Oh, god,” I say.

  Okay, so I actually shout it. But I’m too busy writhing and moaning and shattering beneath him to be embarrassed by how loud I am. I’m vaguely aware of him groaning, his cock pulsing inside of me as he finishes. Running his fingers through my hair, he collapses on top of me.

  We’re both smiling at each other, fully sated. Cam presses a kiss along my forehead. “My dirty girl…” he whispers, so low I almost don’t hear him.

  Dirty girl.

  Oh, fuck. What have I done?

  Yeah, we’re just going to skip the embarrassing part. The part where I totally spaz on Cam, jump off the couch to gather his clothes off the floor and then fling them at him. He barely had them on, and I’m pretty sure his fly was still open, when I shoved him out the front door.

  What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with me?

  I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. I had sex with a guy I’m not in a relationship with. In the living room of an apartment I share with two other roommates and on a couch I don’t even own. I’m 99.9% sure Allie’s parents drove that thing up here from New York.

  Actually, New York’s not even an accurate enough representation of where this couch came from. No, Allie’s parents hauled it from her grandmother’s apartment, who lives in an assisted living facility in the Bronx.

  The couch I desecrated was, at one point, an old lady’s couch.

  Basically, I’m a hussy.

  Orgasming during sex doesn’t happen for me. With my vibrator, when I’m home alone and watching things I probably shouldn’t be online? Sure, with a 100% rate of occurrence. But during? That’s batting at about zero.

  And the first and only time it happens, it’s with Cam on an old lady couch.

  The worst part is, I don’t even feel any remorse for it. I know I should. I know there’s at least a hundred different things wrong with what Cam and I did (starting first and foremost with the fact we hooked up behind Lia’s back), but I can’t strum up even an ounce of remorse. In fact, I kind of want to do it again.

  Okay, not just kind of. Definitely. I definitely want to do it again. Maybe have Cam rail me from behind while he whispers all sorts of nasty things in my ear. I’ve always wanted to try doggie style.

  Ugh! I’m doing it again. Still no regret. And since I don’t feel bad about thinking such things, I feel guilty instead.

  I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I’m such a basket case.

  And let me tell you, guilt does not sit well with me. It gives me headaches, stomachaches, and makes me feel depressed. To combat the guilt, and distract myself from fantasizing about Cam on an hourly basis, I’ve been going for two long jogs a day for the past week.

  Except I can’t today because it’s raining. Meaning I can either stay inside and go stir-crazy or hit the gym.

  Yeah, gym it is.

  I’m paranoid for a second when I swipe my student ID to enter the facility. What if Cam’s here? But, no. That’s a stupid thought, Veronica. Carlton University has over 16,000 students. What are the odds both me and Cam would choose this exact day and time to work out?

  Besides, he’s an athlete. The athletes have their own private facility off campus. I’ve never been (since, duh, I’m not an athlete), but I’ve heard it’s top-notch. Much larger than the one on campus and featuring way fancier equipment. Why would he pick this gym over that one?

  So I hit the cardio room, spending a solid hour on the elliptical until my body begins to protest. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m no athlete. This exercise kick only started after...Well, after that night I’m not supposed to be thinking about.

  I’m just exiting the cardio room when I hear him.

  “Hey, V! What are you doing here?” Ah, fuck. Can I ignore him? Maybe if I pretend I didn’t hear him and walk a little faster – “Veronica! Hey, Veronica!” A hand wraps around my upper arm and turns me around. I’m now facing an out of breath and sweaty Cam.

  Fuck me. It’s just not fair. There’s no way to avoid thinking about having sex with him now. Not when he looks just as he does during.

  “Hey. Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

  “Um, yeah.” I try to pull out of his reach, but Cam holds on tight. My eyes nervously dart around the hall, half expecting Lia or Allie to pop out of the shadows at any minute. Though I know it would take a miracle to get either of those two in a gym. Allie doesn’t have the time and Lia would rather eat than be deprived (her words, not mine).

  “Oh, so you’re ignoring me then?” He cocks a brow, smirking at me.

  “No…” I look around again. “We can’t be seen together, Cam.”

  “Why not?” He looks confused and he still hasn’t let go of my arm.

  “Because…” My cheeks feel warm. “What if someone sees us?”

  His lips pull down into a frown. “I don’t get it. So what if someone sees us?” He waits, presumably for me to answer, but I’ve got nothing to offer. “You’re acting weird.”

  “Me? I’m acting weird?” I totally am, aren’t I?

  “Yeah. Just because we had sex doesn’t mean we can’t say hello to each other. We can still talk and hang out like before. Matter of fact, why don’t we get lunch?”

  “What? No!” This sounds like a horrible idea. Me and Cam, alone, eating together? While all his muscles are still glistening with sweat? “It’s too datish.”

  Now he’s looking at me like I’m crazy. “It’s just lunch, at a college cafeteria. And we’re both in our sweaty gym clothes. I don’t know how your dates go, but mine are bit more formal than this.”

  Right. This is the most casual outing you can possibly have on a college campus. I need to think of a better excuse. “The weather! It’s raining and I should get back home-”

  “Actually, the weather’s let up.” He points to a window behind me. “Take a look. Clear skies.”

  Great. If only I had waited another couple of hours, I could have avoided this entire awkward encounter by going for a jog outside, like I
had originally planned. What else do I have? “Yeah, but what if Lia-”

  “This is about Lia?” Shaking his head, Cam pulls out his phone and I watch his fingers fly across the screen. When he presses it to his ear, I try to escape and make it all of two centimeters. Damn his football player muscles. “Hey, Lia. It’s Cam. I’m at the gym and ran into V. I invited her to lunch, but she says she can’t because of you.”

  Oh, hell no. Now I’m squirming in earnest.

  “Yeah, I thought that sounded weird. Want to talk to her?” Next thing I know, he’s got the phone pressed against my ear and Lia’s squawking at me.

  “I never said you couldn’t hang out with Cam!”

  “I never said you did-”

  “I mean, if you don’t like him, fine. I can totally see your point on that front since he’s a bossy pain in the ass, but don’t go using me as an excuse. Woman up and tell him you don’t want to hang out with him.”

  “Okay.” Honestly, it’s what I should have done in the first place. But it never crossed my mind Cam would put me on the spot by calling Lia. “I’m sorry we bothered you-”

  “I just hope you not wanting to hang out with him doesn’t make things awkward for the rest of us,” Lia continues right over me. “Considering we use his car, like, all the time. And he’s supposed to take us grocery shopping tomorrow. So it’s not like you can avoid him forever.”

  Kill me now. Seriously. Please God, send one of the Carlton defensive tackles barreling down the gym hallway. Maybe there’s some sweat on the floor they can slip on and then SPLAT! I’m roadkill. Everyone, including Lia, will be too distracted to continue this conversation and I can go home (or, more likely, to the nearest emergency room) to lick my wounds.

  That’s pretty much the only way I’m getting out of having lunch with Cam without things getting majorly awkward. Because Lia’s right. We depend on Cam to get around. Allie doesn’t know how to drive, I can’t afford a car, and Lia...Well, let’s just say only those with a death wish let her get behind the wheel. So for the last two years, Cam’s been letting us know when he does his shopping so we can tag along and do our own.