Flirt: A Carlton University Novella

by Natalie Rios

  “No…I mean, not really. I’m not thinking about having sex, if that’s what you mean-”

  “Yeah, that’s what I mean. And since you’re not thinking about having sex right this second, I can honestly say you don’t have a more active sex drive than me.”

  Her stunned eyes lock onto mine. “Wait, what? You’re thinking about having sex right now? Like, with me?”

  What a ridiculous question. I stop her pacing and cup her jaw in my hand. “No, with the mailman. Yes, with you. Ever since you said doggie style, I’ve been imagining throwing you on my bed. I would get you on all fours and pull on that long hair of yours while I fuck you from behind. Slamming in and out of your soaked pussy. You’ll beg me to take you harder and harder still until you’re screaming my name. The best part is, this is a one-bedroom apartment. I have no roommates who can walk in on us. You can come as loud as you want, dirty girl.”

  I take her hand in mine. “And if that’s not enough to convince you…” I cup her hand around my rock hard cock. “Yeah, that’s why I asked you to stop using sex words for a few minutes. Hearing my dirty girl talking all that filth gets me a little too excited. And we’re trying to have a serious conversation here.”

  “Okay,” she whispers. I think she’s a little shell-shocked right now. Because even though I already released her hand, she’s still hasn’t removed hers from my cock.

  “So maybe you wanted sex more than him. He’s just one guy, he doesn’t speak for all men. And unless you’re sitting at home masturbating and watching porn all day, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a high libido. Is that what you were doing?”

  She shakes her head. “Not all day. Just...sometimes. I mean, just once in a while.” Fucking hell. My dirty girl getting herself off while watching porn? I gently grasp her hand in mine and bring it to her side. It’s all too much for my poor straining dick right now.

  “It sounds like you two just weren’t sexually compatible. He’s more into the vanilla stuff and you’re more into...flavorful stuff. Nothing wrong with either of those so long as your partner is on the same page. Just like some couples want lots of kids and some couples want no kids. There’s no right or wrong answer as long as you’re with the right person,” I reason.

  Veronica purses her lips as she ponders this. “I never thought of it that way. Is it really that simple?”

  “Sure. You’re not a sexual deviant because you enjoy giving blowjobs. And you don’t have to be embarrassed about liking sex or wanting to try new things with me. In fact, I would prefer you to be equally as enthusiastic about having sex as I am. Because the alternative, where I want sex and you don’t, sounds absolutely horrible. Okay?”

  She bites her lip, but nods. “Okay. Were you serious about the Boston thing?”

  Ah. The Boston Date Fantasy I described earlier. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I open up our text thread. “See for yourself.”

  I don’t have to re-read the thread along with her because I’ve long since memorized what I sent.

  ME: Hey. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression about the other night. I really do like you. Would you be willing to grab dinner sometime this week so we can talk?

  ME: I made us a reservation at LeBlanc’s for Saturday at 8pm. Lia said you like French food and it’s supposed to be the best French restaurant in Boston. If that time doesn’t work, I can reschedule. Just let me know.

  ME: If you’re worried about getting back to campus late, I can reserve us a hotel room. I’ll sleep on the couch. No pressure.

  ME: V, you there?

  ME: You blocked me, didn’t you?

  Veronica snorts when she finishes reading the last one, flushing a bright shade of red as she hands the phone back to me. “So you weren’t teasing me? You really want to take me on date?”

  “I want more than just a date. My fantasy first date includes you agreeing to be mine, remember?” I am unabashed in my reminder. I can’t expect her to be open and willing to communicate her needs if I can’t do the same with her.

  “Um…So you want to date me? We’re dating?”

  “If that’s what you want, I would love that, yes. The choice is yours.” I’m not going to pressure her and I’m not going to make her feel guilty about her choice. No matter how badly I want her to say yes, I refuse to be another Daniel. I hold my breath and wait.

  Luckily, I don’t have to wait long. “Okay. But can we try doing it doggie style? I would really like to try that. With you. Tonight. If you want to.”

  This girl. This. Fucking. Girl.

  And she’s all mine.

  I press a kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Anything you want, dirty girl.”

  Chapter Eight

  Veronica

  Oh my God, I’m dating Cam. At least, I think that’s what we just agreed to. I hope that’s what we agreed to.

  Because who wouldn’t want to date Cam? He’s beautiful, strong, smart, sexy and way out of my league. I don’t know what on earth he sees in me or where this attraction suddenly came from, but I’m not about to question it too deeply.

  Cameron Schmidt likes me and is more than willing to indulge my sexual fantasies. He even has a few of his own he would like to fulfill along the way. Do I want to be his girlfriend? Yes, please.

  But I can’t focus on all that right now. Because Cam’s watching me with this predatory expression on his face. I lick my lips and he reacts by flaring his nostrils.

  “Take off your clothes.” Bossy Cam is back. My body loves bossy Cam and instantly springs into action. I keep an eye on him as I strip because he’s undressing too. And those washboard abs never get old. I could stare at them all day, honestly. “What are you thinking right now?”

  I slowly lift my gaze up from Cam’s abs to his face. He said I don’t have to be embarrassed about liking sex or wanting to try new things. He likes hearing what I want and he absolutely loves hearing dirty things come out of my mouth. But more than that, I feel comfortable around Cam. I trust him not to judge me.

  So I go with the truth.

  “I want to lick your abs. I want to run my tongue all over your delicious body.”

  He grins at me, pleased by my boldness. “After we shower. I promise. We’re still dirty from the gym, remember?” Oh, God, he’s right. Suddenly sex doesn’t seem like a good idea.

  This is gross, right? Having sex after a workout? Without showering? People don’t really do that, right?

  “Um, we should shower-”

  “Fuck showering. Get on the floor. On all fours. Now.” Bossy Cam advances toward me. “Stop thinking. I can see the wheels turning in your head, debating whether or not having sex without showering is dirty. If you’re really grossed out by the idea, we’ll shower. But if you’re just worried I’ll judge you or that people won’t think it’s normal, forget it. No one else is here and I’ll take you anyway I can get you. So if you don’t mind getting a little dirty, get on the floor.”

  I study him for a few more seconds before nodding. My knees sink into his carpet and a shiver runs down my spine as I listen to him move behind me. Listen to the sounds of him unwrapping a condom.

  Seconds later, his hands are on me, running up along my sides until he’s cupping my breasts. “Should I play with these?” he asks, twisting my nipples between his fingertips. “Or…” I whimper when his fingers leave my breasts, one hand trailing down between my thighs. “Would you rather my fingers be here?”

  I suck in a breath and answer on a moan. “There is fine.”

  “Just fine? Can’t have that, V.” A finger presses against my wetness, sliding up and down my folds. His finger circles around my clit and my hips begin to move of their own accord, trying to guide him to where I need him most. “You have to tell me what you want, V.”

  There’s no hesitation this time. “Your mouth. On my pussy.”

  A hand presses against my back, pushing my torso down until I’m officially on all fours. Gripping my hips, Cam arranges me into
the position he wants and then I moan. Because he’s sucking my clit between his lips, flicking his tongue against it over and over again until I’m writhing against his mouth. He finally releases my swollen clit, pushing his fingers inside me instead. Pumping deeper and deeper each time.

  “Cam…” I push away his hands. “I don’t want to finish on your hand.”

  “No? Where do you want to finish?” he whispers against my ear.

  “On your cock.” Without warning, he thrusts into me, all the way in. I cry out, not even trying to muffle the sound. “Holy shit!”

  “I love it when you say the word cock,” Cam says, not moving even a centimeter behind me.

  “Cock, cock, cock!” I slam up against him, trying to spur him to action.

  Cam laughs, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “Keep it up, dirty girl.” He pounds into me again. “Say whatever you want, the dirtier the better. No one’s around to hear you or judge you.”

  “Cam…” A hand slides up my waist to squeeze my breast. “My pussy loves your cock.”

  It’s his turn to groan. “That’s good. Because every bit of me loves your sweet pussy.” His hand trails back to my clit, strumming it gently with his thumb as he rocks into me. I shamelessly press my ass against his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  I can hear him talking behind me, but I have no idea what he’s saying. I’m too breathless and worked up to focus on his words. Focusing instead on the way his hips slap hard against my ass. He’s relentless, taking long and deep strokes. The pleasure is building inside of me and suddenly it’s all too much.

  Moaning his name, the pleasure bomb inside of me finally detonates. I’m melting and would have collapsed on the carpet if Cam wasn’t holding me up. I hear him groan with his own release and then we’re both laying wrecked on his living room floor.

  Somehow, he finds the strength to get up and go to the kitchen. I can only murmur a thank you when he returns with a glass of water. “Drink it up, sweetheart. I have plans for you tonight.”

  I arch a brow. “Plans?”

  Instead of answering, he hoists me over his shoulder and walks us into his bathroom.

  And, yeah, we had a busy night indeed.

  Chapter Nine

  Veronica

  I’m freaking the fuck out.

  “Do you see it anywhere?” Cam whispers from beside me. He’s hastily lifting couch pillows, appearing as frantic as I feel.

  “No, but I hear Allie coming. Quick, put everything back and sit down!” We’re barely seated when my roommate reenters the living room for what has to be the third time in five minutes.

  “Hey, V. Have you seen my black heels? The ones with the rhinestone buckles?” Allie moves into the kitchen and opens the fridge. Damn these open concept living rooms. She’s got a clear view of the couch from where she’s standing.

  Although...If she’s looking for her shoes, why is she in the kitchen?

  “You’re looking for them in the fridge?” I ask incredulously.

  She looks over at us, hand still on the open fridge door, and blinks. All innocence. “Of course not. I’m asking you if you’ve seen them while I grab a glass of water.”

  “I swear, she’s doing this on purpose,” Cam grumbles.

  “It’s a distinct possibility,” I whisper back. Then to Allie, “No, I haven’t seen them. Maybe text Lia? You know she likes to borrow without asking first.”

  “True.” With her glass of water in hand, she exits the room again. Cam and I immediately return to our search.

  “It’s got to be here somewhere. I mean, things like that don’t just disappear, right?” I pause, all the strange possibilities hitting me at once. “Oh my God! What if you accidentally flung it onto the ceiling?”

  Cam rolls his eyes. “First of all, I didn’t fling it. I accidentally dropped it when your roommate nearly walked in on us.”

  I blush at the reminder. Allie had gotten back from class way earlier than usual and let’s just say it’s a good thing Cam and I had been in too much of a hurry to take off our clothes. Otherwise, Allie would have gotten an eyeful.

  Not to mention the shock of her life. Because despite being in a relationship for all of two weeks now, no one knows Cam and I are together. Least of all my roommates. This is mostly because I’m too chicken shit to tell Lia I’ve been hooking up with her brother behind her back. Cam offered to tell her for me, but she’s my best friend. I should be the one to say something.

  Anyway, so my roommates don’t know and Allie nearly walked in on us. I thought we covered everything up pretty well, making it seem like we were just chilling on the couch, but Allie keeps walking back into the living room.

  Which is a problem because Cam and I totally lost track of the condom in our shuffle to appear casual when we heard someone unlocking the front door.

  “Secondly, it’s definitely not on the ceiling,” Cam continues, snapping me back to the present.

  “How do you know?”

  He smirks before pointing skyward. And, yup, the ceiling is all clear. What’s not clear? The hallway. I can hear Allie’s footsteps approaching again.

  “Jesus Christ, what unnecessary item is she looking for this time? Black heels my ass,” Cam hisses and I try my best not to giggle. “I’ve never seen that girl wear anything but sneakers or boots on her feet.”

  “You know, Cam, you’ve been over here a lot lately. Like, seriously a lot,” Allie singsongs on her stroll towards us. “I mean, today I came home to find the two of you sitting all cozy on the couch, with Lia nowhere near the building. And the TV’s not even on.”

  “What’s your point?” Cam sounds annoyed and I know the sentiment’s not all for Allie. No, he’s a little annoyed with me for putting us in this situation in the first place. We wouldn’t have to hide if I could just work up the courage to face my best friend.

  “And just last week, you were over here five out of seven days. It’s almost like having a fourth roommate,” Allie continues, ignoring Cam’s question. “One who doesn’t pay rent.”

  “Except I don’t sleep here,” he points out.

  “Of course not. It’s not like your name’s on the lease. Or you happen to be dating any of the roommates.” She’s staring us down, but I’m not breaking that easily and neither is Cam. Finally, Allie rolls her eyes and moves behind the couch. “By the way, the condom you two are looking for is right here.” She points to a spot hidden just behind a couch cushion.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, watching Cam pick up and dispose of the condom in the kitchen trashcan.

  “Don’t get mad at me. I gave you two plenty of time to save face and fess up,” Allie says.

  “Is that why you kept walking back in here?” I ask.

  “Duh. What else did you think?”

  “Maybe you’re a voyeur,” Cam quips and Allie flips him off.

  “Wash your hands before you get your juices all over our furniture. Even more than you already have, that is,” Allie adds.

  “Fuck you, Allison.” But he says the words playfully. Cam and Allie have an older brother and pesky little sister type of relationship.

  “I would love to, Cam, but seeing as you’re already servicing my friend here, I’m going to have to say hard pass. Girl code and all that.”

  “Where’s Lia?” Cam asks and as if on cue, his sister bursts through the front door.

  “Hey, Cam. Fancy seeing you here. Again. It’s only, what, the third time this week?”

  “See?” Allie smirks. “What did I tell you? He’s the unofficial fourth roommate.”

  “What lame excuse are you using today, hmm? Did you need to make sure all of our windows are locked? Are you driving Allie to work again?”

  “I loved that one,” Allie cuts in. “Especially considering he showed up here at 7pm when my shift didn’t start until 10pm.”

  “Oooh, remember when he brought us all dinner from some fancy French restaurant? None of us knew what the hell we were eating. Except Veronica,
of course.”

  “Hmm, yes. V the Francophile who kept oohing and aahing all night long,” Allie nods along. “I don’t even think Cam enjoyed that meal. And then there was the time he stopped by to personally drop off game tickets, despite the fact those are delivered electronically these days and he could have just emailed them to us-”

  Cam claps his hands together loudly. “Right, that’s it. Veronica and I have an announcement to make.”

  Gulp. Okay, I guess we’re diving right into the deep end with this one. “Um, Cam and I…That is…”

  “Use your words,” Allie teases, earning her another “Fuck you, Allison” from Cam. Allie just rolls her eyes at him. “For the millionth time, it’s just Allie.”

  “Whatever. Don’t make this any harder for her than it already is,” Cam scolds. Then he flashes me an encouraging smile. “Go on, V.”

  Suddenly, I feel silly. I’m being a baby about this. Considering the whole condom fiasco, the cat’s already out the bag. And Cam’s a great guy. Really great. Supportive, understanding, and the best sex I’ve ever had. There’s no need for me to be hiding him this way, like I’m ashamed to be with him.

  “Cam and I are dating,” I announce with pride. Let Lia be mad.

  Except, she’s not. Actually, she doesn’t even look surprised. Nodding, she says okay before asking Allie if it’s her turn to make dinner.

  What the fuck?

  “Okay, wait a minute. I just announced Cam and I are dating and neither of the two of you looked remotely surprised.” I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes at them. “What gives?”

  “Well, considering I caught you two playing hide the sausage on the couch this afternoon…” Allie trails off and Lia immediately starts laughing.

  “Seriously? I can’t believe I missed that!”