The Princess and the Bully (Goldsworthy University Book 1)

by Tiffany Ransier

  I’m bent over, reaching for the bag of cups under the sink when I feel his presence and his intense gaze on me, but it doesn’t last long. As I straighten my back, cup in hand, I watch him in the mirror as he grabs his toothbrush from the holder and brushes his teeth too.

  My eyes are drawn to his whole naked torso in the mirror. His arm muscles flex as he moves the toothbrush around on his mouth. I’m so caught up with staring that he finishes and clears his throat, toothpaste stuck in the corners of his mouth. “Are you going to use that cup?”

  “Definitely not,” I say as I stick it under the water and fill it up. I swish it around in my mouth and spit it out.

  He grabs the paper cup from my hand and fills it up with water. “Careful of my germs,” I tease.

  He spits out the water and chuckles. “I’ve already tasted all your germs, princess.”

  I get back in the bed first, facing away from his side of the bed.

  A few minutes later, the lights go off and I feel the bed shift as he lays down on his side.

  “Night,” he says.

  “Night,” I murmur, grasping the sheet in my hand.

  Straining my ears, I listen to the sound of his breathing. After a while, it starts to slow dow and he emits soft snores.

  I guess this is it. There won’t be anything tonight.

  Biting my lip, I think back to how mind blowing it felt when he ate me out at school. Every flick of his tongue was erotic. And his fingers, God his fingers, rubbing against my clit.

  Quietly, I move my hand under the covers and move them to my underwear. How did he do it? My face flushes as I realize I’ve never touched myself before.

  I never wanted to until him.

  Slipping my hand inside, I touch my clit for the first time, rubbing my finger over it. It feels good, just not as good. His fingers are so much larger and longer than mine. These fingers feel so foreign. I cover my mouth quickly before a moan can escape. A zing of pleasure reaches my toes and I twitch, continuously moving my fingers around my clit.

  I stretch my fingers down lower, moving my lower body slightly to meet my hand as I put a finger inside. I’m already so wet. But I don’t feel as full. It’s not the same. I push the covers off completely annoyed when I notice I don’t hear the snoring anymore. Freezing, I turn around to find Callan with his eyes wide open, staring at me. His mouth is flat and his eyes are fiery.

  “I felt the sheets move, princess. And then do you know what happened?”

  I hold my breath and watch as he closes the distance between us. “I smelled you.” His hand goes around my thighs and he moves my underwear to the side and shoves his fingers right inside, making me gasp and arch my back against him.

  “You’re so fucking wet. What were you thinking of?” he whispers in my ear.

  I don’t respond, too focused on the feeling of his fingers inside me. Stopping abruptly, he yanks his fingers out and I’m left deprived of him once more. I let out an annoyed noise. There’s no way I’ll tell him I was thinking about him and it made me horny. “I just needed a little release.”

  “Oh? Is that so?” he pulls his fingers out of my underwear and I turn my head slightly to meet his eyes. There’s a knowing smirk on his face. “You may continue what you were doing.”

  Fucking hell.

  “I’m going back to sleep. Keep those loud moans of yours to a minimum.”

  He starts to turn over and I turn and push his shoulder. “Asshole!”

  With a grunt, he stops, nodding slightly and then in a flash he’s on top of me, pinning my body to the bed with his hands on my arms and his legs on either side of mine.

  “I’ve been holding back all week. I’m not holding back anymore, Wil. Why should I keep holding myself back when you’re so willing to touch yourself right next to me?”

  He bends down close, mouth only inches from mine. “I’m not letting myself wait any longer.” His lips come crashing down on mine, consuming me fiercely and completely. My breaths mesh with his as his tongue delves deep into my mouth.

  If I thought the first time he kissed me was intense, it’s nothing compared to this. I can’t even process that statement. Does he mean what I think he means?

  Every touch and lick makes my body shiver with pleasure and moan at the deliciousness of it all.

  He pulls back and yanks my panties down quickly, followed by my shirt. He never wears a shirt to bed, so the only thing on him is his sweatpants. Those come off in a flash and suddenly, there’s nothing left between us. It reminds me of the night during the third round of hazing.

  His eyes are so hot on mine, I can’t catch my breath. He bends down, lips going to my neck as he sucks on the skin there. His large hands move over my arms to my chest, testing the weight of each breast in his hands.

  “And these,” he squeezes my breasts in his palms causing a sharp moan to fly out, “I felt them push against my chest the night of the hazing, but you’ve never felt my hands around them before.”

  He lets go momentarily until his fingers find my nipples. “The soft dusky pink of these are my favorite color,” he murmurs, scooting himself back and sucking one into his mouth.

  I moan low in my throat at the shocking feeling of the hot wetness of his mouth. Heat gathers between my legs as his hand works my other nipple, twisting it sharply and causing a sting of pain that makes me gasp.

  He switches to my other nipple, sucking and licking at it like his life depends on it. I tighten my thighs together as pleasure zings through my body. He hasn’t even touched my clit.

  His mouth comes off abruptly as he grabs my mouth in a deep kiss again. His tongue is completely tangled with mine, when I feel his hands go to my inner thighs and spread them wide open, exposing me to the air.

  The cold air is a shock to the heat. A finger glides over my pussy, not going inside, but touching the wetness that’s leaked out.

  He pulls his head back, and our lips come apart with a pop. “Princess, you’re so wet and so damn ready for me. I’m not waiting and I don’t fucking care anymore.”

  “Care about–” I start and pause, feeling the head of his hard cock nestled against my entrance.

  “There is no saying no,” he says in a low warning tone. I only have one second to think about that as I feel all of him at once shoved deep inside my pussy.

  I cry out immediately, tearing up at his invasion. Fuck, that hurts. His cock is so much thicker than even three of his fingers.

  “Wil.”

  I glance up slowly to find him staring at me like he’s seen a ghost. Eyes wide open. “Are you…are you a fucking virgin?”

  Heat rushes to my face and I glance away. He grabs my chin quickly, yanking my face back to face his. “Not only did I feel that, but I also saw the pain on your face. Tell me right now. Tell me the truth.”

  His gaze searches mine and his hand leaves my chin and goes down to my throat. “Answer me!” he yells. The hand on my throat tightens.

  “I am!” I exclaim.

  His hand stays locked around my throat as he shakes his head. “That doesn’t make sense. Are you trying to tell me that you never fucked my brother or anyone else for that matter? All those parties and you never ended up in a bed somewhere?”

  God. I’m sorry, Heath, but I have to tell him the truth.

  “I never slept with anyone at home because every guy wanted to sleep with me just so he could say he slept with a princess. I wasn’t going to let that happen. Just like I never kissed anybody before I came here. Heath was…”

  His eyes darken. “Heath was your first kiss?” His hand leaves my throat as he leans his head back to look at the ceiling, the vein in his jaw ticking.

  "And Heath and I were never really together like that. I didn’t think of him that way and he didn’t think of me that way. We never had sex. It was more of a I scratch your back you scratch mine.”

  Callan tilts his head down with a weirdly satisfied expression on his face.

  “Is that what you were ta
lking about when you said you didn’t care anymore? You thought about me being Heath’s girlfriend.”

  He nods. “But you know what?”

  “What?” I ask, searching his eyes.

  He grabs a thigh in each hand and thrusts himself forward. My back arches off the bed as I gasp at the pleasure it causes. “That means that you’re mine. Don’t let anyone else fuck you.”

  His eyes are so fiercely locked on me, all I can do is nod.

  He pulls himself out smoothly and drives himself back in. “Fuck this is what I needed. Your tight pussy clenching around me so tightly.”

  Every dirty word only makes me open my legs wider for him. Something inside me starts to build, rising quicker than I’ve ever felt.

  “Have to get deeper,” he murmurs, rocking himself in and out. He yanks my legs up, his cock resting at my entrance as he places a leg on each shoulder.

  I breathlessly watch as he holds my legs, and thrusts back in with a groan. “Fuck that’s it. Do you feel me, princess?”

  “It feels so good,” I say with a moan.

  His thrusts are so deep and relentless, I can hardly think. I can only feel him. Think of him. He’s consuming every part of my being. And it’s so much.

  With a cry I feel wave after wave of pleasure hit me.

  “Princess, I need you to tell me. Tell me you’re on the pill.”

  I’m still coming down, but I shake my head quickly. His eyes flash dangerously as he continues to pump inside me. Every thrust sends pleasure racing through me and I cry at how good it feels. He’s doing it again. Pushing me to another orgasm at lightning speed.

  “Look at me, Wil.”

  I stare at him with tear-filled eyes. A slow smile spreads across his face. “You’re going to need to get on it.”

  He pounds into me fucking me hard into the bed and I come with another cry, screaming his name.

  He thrusts in once more with a grunt, and I watch his eyes shine in the darkness as I feel him twitching inside me. “Did you just…?” I ask in a low tone.

  Slowly, he lets my legs down, and he picks me up into his arms, planting me on his lap without letting his cock leave my body. “I’ll never not come inside you, Wil.”

  Those words send pleasure shooting down my spine and he consumes my lips.

  I pull back and bite my lip. “But what if–”

  He silences me with another mind blowing kiss and pulls back. “Get on birth control if you don’t want my child in your belly.”

  Gasping at his words, I’m left completely speechless. He gently lays me back down and eases his cock out of me. Instantly, I feel empty, but I also feel incredibly sore and exhausted. I’m about to roll over when I feel his hand spread my thigh apart from the other one.

  “You bled a little, princess. It’s mixed in with your wetness and my cum. But I’m glad I was able to make your first time one of pleasure.”

  I nod sleepily and he seems to notice how tired I am because he tucks me under the sheet and lies down next to me.

  The last thing I remember is his fingers teasing my entrance and feeling one breach my entrance while he says in a gravelly tone, “I’m just going to push it back in so it stays where it belongs.”

  I wake up to the smell of bacon and syrup, the aroma permeating the air.

  Popping my eyes open, I find a tray of bacon and pancakes on the nightstand. I’d think last night was a dream if I didn’t feel the aching in my lower half.

  “Eat up,” a gruff voice declares.

  I glance up to find Callan leaning against the doorway shirtless in his sweatpants.

  Wincing, I sit up. “Not yet.” I feel his cold eyes watching me as I get out of the bed. Ignoring his stare, I walk slowly to the bathroom and use it.

  When I wipe, I notice the spots of blood on the tissue and inside the toilet when I flush.

  All of a sudden it hits me. I slept with Callan. Callan Goldsworthy took my virginity. He can brag all he wants about taking it to anyone. Everyone else will think I’m a whore for sleeping with both brothers when I fucking haven’t.

  And Callan…what are we? Fuck buddies?

  Should I now expect us to have sex like that regularly now? Last night the horniness won over my reason. I didn’t ask any questions. I just wanted his cock in my pussy. But now, I have to know.

  I rush to the sink and push the soreness to the back of my mind as I grab a pair of underwear and a shirt and throw them on. Callan watches me from the edge of the bed with a raised eyebrow. I bring the tray to the sitting area and sit on the couch while I eat off the square plate.

  “You don’t usually eat over there. And what’s the hurry? The food isn’t going anywhere,” he says with a chuckle as I chew quickly.

  But I finish it quickly regardless and lick the syrup from around my mouth.

  “I ate quickly because I want to know…what are we Callan?”

  He sets the empty water bottle on the nightstand as his expression changes to a scowl. “What do you mean?”

  “You said some wild things last night. I know sometimes people say things in the heat of the moment.”

  He crosses the room in a flash, eyes dark and planted right on me.

  I frown up at him when he reaches me. “I sat over here so we could have a real conversation without our bodies getting in the way.”

  Nodding, he leans down and traps me against the couch between his arms. “I thought what I said last night was pretty clear. You’re mine and no one else’s. What else is there to know?”

  Maybe I was expecting too much, because my heart sinks a little.

  “Should I fuck you again to show you just how much you belong to me?”

  “No,” I respond smoothly and school my expression to hide my disappointment. Part of me was hoping he would apologize about everything he did to me. All of the fear and anxiety. Halloween night.

  He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. The first of its kind. His cold eyes soften slightly. “What do you think about going back tonight? Are you anxious to go back?”

  “Not really.” In fact, I’m dreading it.

  “Good. Then we have the whole day ahead of us. Let’s go out to the backyard since it’s not overcast today.”

  Excitement rushes over me at the thought of finally going outside again. I saw a few glimpses of the rose bushes from the kitchen but now I get to see everything up close.

  “Wil.” A hand touches my shoulder. “Wil.”

  “Hmm?” I rub at my eyes. Callan’s calling me?

  Lips press against mine. “Princess, you have to wake up.”

  Why am I so sleepy?

  My eyes pop open to find it’s still dark. “What’s up?” I ask sleepily.

  “Remember you were so tired after washing your clothes and packing that we decided not to go back? It sucks, but we’ve got to get back because I have practice.

  Groaning, I put the pillow on top of my head. “You go back, I’ll stay here.”

  He sighs and there’s a pause. “I know you don’t want to face them because they all signed that petition, but you’ll have to sooner or later. Fuck them if they don’t want to be your friend anymore. Now come on, show them that you’re fine on your own.”

  His words are like a bucket of cold water. He’s right. I came here on my own expecting to continue to not have friends. I was fine.

  With renewed vigor, I get out of his warm bed and get ready to go.

  I’m going to be okay.

  I unlock the door and walk inside just as the sun starts to rise. My bag hits the door as I close it causing a loud sound. Heads peek out from the foyer and I wave with a wide smile. They roll their eyes with grouchy looks and I go up the stairs.

  When I get to my room, opening the door slowly, I find Brandie and Jamie talking to each other in whispered tones.

  Brandie gasps. “Oh my God, Mera! I’ve been so worried about you. I thought you said you weren’t going back home for the holiday.”

  Jamie grabs me in a tight hug. �
��We thought something happened when you weren’t here when we got back. We checked the status of the petition to make sure you weren’t kicked out. Congrats by the way!” She lets go and she and Brandie high-five.

  Funny she brings that up. I don’t know how to act knowing they signed the petition, so I shrug. “I was off with a friend.”

  They look at each other. “Didn’t you say all of your friends were off spending the holidays with their families?” Brandie asks.

  Hearing her talk as if nothing’s wrong finally makes me snap. “Why did you guys sign the petition?”

  Jamie raises an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

  “I read over each name that signed and both of yours were on it.”

  Brandie shakes her head. “Impossible.” She pulls her phone out and stares at it for a long while as she moves her finger over it. “What the hell. It’s in my list of signed petitions. This is unreal. Of course I didn’t sign this. And neither would Jamie.”

  Jamie nods in agreement. “We’re your friends, Mera. We’d never hurt you like that.”

  “Someone must have hacked me,” Brandie snarls angrily. Her angry face is surprisingly scary. “I’m contacting the administration office today. There’s obviously some security bug in the Silverstone’s app.”

  Is it possible then that neither Scarlett nor Peyton signed? I need to talk to them right away.

  I grab my school bag and check through it quickly and find everything I need for history still in it. Good.

  Before heading out, I give them both short hugs. I feel so much better knowing the truth. If their answer had been different and they really did sign it on purpose, that would have been fine too because it would be the truth. “See you guys later.”

  I go directly to the dining hall and sit at an empty table. It’s early enough that it isn’t super crowded yet. As more people start to pile in, the tables fill up. All six other chairs around my table stay empty.

  A yawn escapes my mouth as I rub at my eyes.

  “Mera?”

  My hands drop to the table when I see Peyton and Scar fast walking to the table. They grab the two seats in front of me.