I didn’t want to waste time taking off my jacket. I just wanted her.
Before she could come back to me, I grabbed her wrist and spun her so that she was the one against the wall, my body pinning hers down, stopping her from moving. My hands tangled in her hair, forcing her head to tilt up, and our mouths met in a fierce display of bottled-up passion.
And just like that, we lost all sense of self. Just like that, we were back to the way we were, before things got messy, before things grew so complicated it was hard to see the bigger picture.
Kelsey took the breath from my lungs, heating my body up in all the right ways. The moment our mouths met, I felt myself growing hard. It didn’t take much when Kelsey was in the picture. For so long, it’d only been her. I only wanted her. No one else.
Her arms found their way around my neck, and she parted her lips against mine, immediately running her tongue over my lower lip and calling to mind exactly what else that tongue and mouth was capable of doing. A moan bubbled up from my throat, a desperate urge, a burning desire to feel her wrapped around me again coming with it.
My fingers loosened their hold on her hair, traveling down her body, stopping to cup her breasts hard before reaching her jeans. Almost frantically I worked on undoing those jeans, the button and the zipper, so I could glide my hand between her body and her underwear and touch the part of her I’d dreamed of for so long.
Kelsey turned her head, breaking our heated kiss, letting out an erratic sigh as my fingers slid between her wet folds, putting pressure on her clit. Oh yeah, she was ready for me. She’d clearly had me on her mind too, as much as she didn’t want to admit.
“We shouldn’t” was what she sought to say, but her words died in her throat the moment I slid a finger inside of her.
My gaze met hers, and I rested my other arm beside her on the wall. Giving her a smug look, I said, “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” I knew she wouldn’t. The way her back arched when my finger first went in, I knew there was no way in hell she’d tell me to stop.
Kelsey said nothing, practically panting as my finger slowly withdrew from her, and I watched her expression glaze over when my finger began to pump faster. I’d give anything to have her naked on a bed right now, but when it came to her and I, I knew I had to take whatever I could get and not be greedy.
Hard, because when it came to this girl, all I wanted to do was be greedy.
As my finger fucked her, my palm applied pressure to her clit. I worked her how I knew she liked. Each moan that escaped her, every sound of her slickness in the air—I captured the sounds in my head, and I’d replay them over and over when she wasn’t with me.
Kelsey’s skin grew flushed, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers curling. “Oh, fuck,” she managed to say, her inner core clenching around my finger as her body rocked itself on my hand. She came with a vengeance; if I didn’t have a hand between her legs and a body for her to lean on, she definitely would’ve fallen over with that orgasm.
A selfish part of me hoped it was her first orgasm since the last time we’d been together.
I was slow in pulling my finger out of her, even slower in taking my hand out of her panties, and Kelsey cracked her eyelids, staring up at me. “If you don’t whip out that dick right now,” she warned, “I’m going to lose it.”
My lips grinned, and I heeded her warning, pulling down my pants after fumbling with my button and zipper, freeing my throbbing cock. Precum dripped from the tip, and I was more than eager to feel her warm, tight pussy wrapped around it—it’d been all I could think about lately, all I needed.
Her. I needed her. I needed her every which way, up and down, left to right, morning, noon, and night.
Kelsey fumbled with her shoes, having to pry them off so she could pull her pants down all the way, get them off so those legs could wrap around me as I fucked her. Once she was ready, she practically jumped on me. With her arms around my head, I hoisted her off the ground and pinned her to the wall. Her legs were open and bent, her inner core wet and ready for me.
I ran a fist along my length, my balls aching to be inside her, and I guided myself to her entrance. Our eyes met, and I didn’t even blink as I pushed inside, inch by thick inch, filling her up in a way no one else could.
Why did this girl drive me so crazy? What made her so special to me? I didn’t have the answers to those questions, and right now I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was fucking the girl of my literal dreams, and making sure she felt as mind-blowingly amazing as I did right now.
As I began to withdraw my hips, I brought my lips to her neck, kissing her softly—but those kisses gave way to harder sucks and nips as I thrusted into her again. Kelsey’s voice was muffled, and each time I filled her core to the brim, she whimpered. Her fingers found their way to my hair, tugging exactly the way I liked.
Fuck. It should’ve always been us.
My lips moved to her jawline, her moans right in my ear. Being with her was like being fed pure energy. She made me feel like I could do anything, be anyone. She made me feel alive, and I’d be damned if I’d ever give her up, past mistakes or not.
I needed this girl to know she was my everything.
I held in what I really wanted to say—that I loved her. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d said those words, but the last time I told her them, I’d said it in a rush, trying to explain myself, trying to get her back. No, the next time I said them, I’d be sure to say them on my terms. Preferably we’d be in a bed naked together.
My thrusting grew quicker and harder, and as I pummeled into her, I lost myself in the feeling. So tight. So hungry for me. So mine. My balls clenched in anticipation of what was to come, the pleasure building inside of me until I could no longer fight it, no longer deny its release. When I came, I came with a groan, my cock emptying itself inside of her, filling her with my cum.
She was mine, forever and always. I’d never let Kelsey go.
I didn’t pull out of her right away, basking in the sensation of being buried inside of her, of her legs wrapped around my waist, her fingers still tugging on my hair. The way her chest panted against mine, I could tell she didn’t want the moment to end, either.
That was until Kelsey released her hold on my head, giving me a good slap on the shoulder. “You still got it, Blue.”
As much of a wussy thing it was to admit, my heart skipped a beat when she called me Blue. I’d craved to hear it again for so long I damn well nearly forgot what it was like. Just a stupid nickname; I didn’t know why I wanted to hear it so much. It made next to no sense, but…but maybe that was why. Kelsey and I as a couple hardly made sense. We were too headstrong, too stubborn, but somehow when we came together, it was like magic.
After helping her down, I watched her tug up her pants quickly, measured in pulling up my own. My dick was still hard; in all honesty, it could probably go for another round, but I didn’t want to push my luck when it came to her.
This was a baby step.
Technically a quickie in the bathroom, but still a baby step.
“If my nickname is Blue,” I spoke, running a hand along my hairline and catching the sweat I’d worked up, “what’s yours?”
Kelsey paused as she reached for her coat. “Oh, I don’t do nicknames.”
“You…what?” I almost laughed at that, because it was so ridiculous. If she didn’t do nicknames, what the hell was Blue?
“Oh, I do them for other people, but not for me,” she informed me, throwing on her coat as fast as she could. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to run back to the dorm.”
“Why?” I was pretty sure she didn’t have any other classes for the day.
“I have to work on a paper at the library later, and I really don’t feel like sitting there with your cum staining my underwear, so,” Kelsey paused as she shrugged, so blatant about it. “There you have it. The inner workings of my mind.”
I kind of liked the thought of my cum staining her panties, but I kept
that thought to myself. Instead I said, “I could go to the library with you, if you want.” It had gotten too cold outside to play basketball, and I wasn’t really getting along with my fraternity brothers now, anyway. They’d moved their games inside the rec, but I didn’t want anything to do with them.
“Hell no,” Kelsey was quick to say, “I actually need to get some work done today. It’s almost Thanksgiving break, you know, and after that a bunch of papers are due, and then exams…ugh, who thought college was a good idea?”
We both grabbed our bags. “No one, but I hear employers want degrees these days.”
“Yeah,” she scoffed, “they require them, and then they’ll pay us minimum wage like the greedy fucks they are.” She was the first out of the bathroom, and I followed her. Might’ve given a group of girls who stood near the apparel shop something to talk about, but hey, if Kelsey didn’t care, I didn’t care.
I was done caring about anything other than her.
“Don’t forget about the part-time positions,” I said, walking with her to the front doors of the union. The sky was grey above me, but I couldn’t care less, because inside the sun was shining, and I was as happy as I could fucking be.
“The fuckers,” Kelsey muttered. She shot me a look, her eyes falling to my feet and sluggishly making their way up, as if she had to check me out one last time. If we weren’t together, she wouldn’t see me until our next bio lab. “I’ll see you around, Blue.” And then, with her fingers hooked in her bag’s straps, she walked away, pep in her step that drew my gaze to her round, full ass.
I always did love watching her walk away.
Since I had nothing to do, I went back to the house. Took my time in walking there, and I probably grinned like an idiot the whole walk back. It was strange, almost, being so happy. Being content. I knew what we did didn’t mean we were together again, but it meant it was possible. It meant she was willing.
It meant she cared about me as much as I cared about her.
As I stepped into the house, I remembered her calling me Blue. The only thing better than that was hearing her moans while I was inside of her.
Dean was in the process of walking out the door, a duffel bag over his shoulder, the moment I came in. He took a giant step back, giving me a wide girth as I came in and headed for the stairs—probably because his face still looked like shit. The bruises were slowly healing, but I’d gotten him good.
No. I wasn’t going to give that bastard the time of day.
Of course, looking back now, I should’ve known better. That one always had to make everything about him.
Chapter Ten – Kelsey
Writing papers was never my jam. During high school, I always skated by on mostly Cs, with a few Bs sprinkled in. Very rarely did I ever get As. A D every now and then…but that’s where my parents drew the line and suddenly cared about my grades. They’d be happy with Cs, so that’s what I strived for.
Probably not the best mindset, but eh, it worked.
Ash was smart. She aced her tests and her papers without even trying. Its why my application to Hillcrest was one of the first ones to be rejected. We’d both signed up just for kicks, neither one of us actually thinking Hillcrest would choose us. We were wrong, of course.
I stared at the computer screen, at the word document that I’d opened when I’d arrived. I had a few different tabs open on the internet, trying to find good scholarly articles to use. Scholarly articles were the bane of my freaking existence. For real.
Well, maybe homework in general.
Time crawled by slowly as I did my research like a good student. Outlining and creating a works cited page were also two things I hated, along with actually writing the paper. The only part of it that I enjoyed was when I turned it in and officially washed my hands of it.
Literally, there was nothing about school that I enjoyed. It was basically work that you had to pay for. I mean, how fucked up was that? It wasn’t like I’d really use my newfound knowledge of algae and microorganisms in the real world. So stupid.
My phone vibrated, and I checked the sender of the message with a quick glance. Levi.
Jesus Christ. I’d told him what we did didn’t mean we were together. Why the hell was he texting me, especially so damn soon? Have some chill, bro.
I didn’t look at the message, refocusing on my paper. I cracked my knuckles, finger by finger, something which my mom hated—which, to be frank, was why I did it so much—and got to work on the intro paragraph.
I hated how these things followed set rules. An introductory paragraph ending with your three-pronged thesis—which was basically the rest of your paper compounded into one long, run-on sentence. Then three separate paragraphs explaining each bullet point in your thesis. And, of course, some teachers wanted you to throw in another paragraph after that with a counterargument and a counter to the counterargument. Then the conclusion.
Like, bitch. Come on. These days, who had time to care about shit like that? Writing papers like this was just a hassle, made even worse by the fact I didn’t have my own laptop.
Hmm. With Ash mad at me, there was no point in lounging around at home during breaks. Maybe I’d try to find a part-time job and save up. It would certainly help me avoid dwelling on my parents splitting up.
Eh, something I’d think about later.
My fingers typed away, pulling shit from my ass, and I was about halfway through my intro paragraph when my phone went off again. This time, it was a constant vibration, and since it sat on the desk near me, its buzzing rang through the air, alerting everyone around me. I received a few dirty looks and quickly grabbed for my phone again, turning the vibrator off.
Like, dude. Take a chill pill. I told him I needed time, and just because we fucked in the union didn’t mean I was ready to make any decision. It just meant I was weak for his dick. And his face. And his eyes.
Oh, God, those eyes…
No. My phone was going on silent, and it was going in my bag. Couldn’t see his temptation when it wasn’t in front of me. This bitch of a paper was going to get done tonight.
All of my brain cells went to finishing the first draft of this paper. I’d print it off, save it to my Google Drive, and have Mel go over it, marking down whatever she thought I should fix or work on. She was kind of like Ash in that respect, good at knowing what professors and teachers looked for when grading. I, unfortunately, did not receive that power when I busted out of my mother’s womb.
I was there, writing that dumb paper, for a few hours. Since the time had changed, and most of America had fallen an hour back, it now got dark extremely early. It’d be pitch freaking black by the time I wrapped things up here, which sucked. Nothing like the world being ready for nighttime when it was literally only six-thirty.
So stupid. If you asked me, they should just do away with the stupid time change. It just confused everyone, threw everyone off for a few weeks, made everyone complain about the early darkness. And then, in the springtime, we lost an hour and were miserable again.
Yeah, why not just stop doing it altogether?
Sometime during the counterargument paragraphs I’d tied my hair back. It was a mess after that session in the bathroom with Levi, not that I cared much. It was usually a rat’s nest anyways.
God, Levi was…impossible to resist, really. To say I was helpless when faced with him would be the year’s biggest understatement. I’d crawl to that man if I had to, and I was so not the type to crawl for anything or anyone.
Levi made me think things I never would’ve in any other situation. I was hopelessly, madly, desperately in love with him, but of course I would somehow pick the one guy I couldn’t just waltz around and be happy with. No, I had to go and find the one guy on this campus that had a shitty history with Mel, a guy who did some really awful things to her on purpose.
What kind of a friend did that make me?
A horny one. It made me a horny friend who would do anything to get laid by that thick cock and have h
is muscular body against mine.
Oh, yeah. I had it bad.
A sigh left me as I finished the paper and hit the print button. After I saved it to my Drive and logged off the computer, I went to pick it up, shoving it in my backpack before zipping it up and reaching for my phone, which I’d so unceremoniously shoved into the side pocket.
I began heading to the steps on the side of the library, checking my phone as I went. The moment I unlocked the screen, my heart stopped. I had almost a dozen missed calls from Levi, along with a bunch of texts.
What the fuck was going on now?
This wasn’t something a boy crazy about a girl would do. This was emergency level shit. Like, the world had just ended while I was stuck inside the library studiously working on my paper. This was how Ash’s phone probably looked after that night—not that I should ever compare that night to anything.
I didn’t know whether to listen to my voicemail first or read the text messages first. Halfway down the stairs, I decided on the text messages first, to get to the gist of it quickly. The last message he’d sent read: I’m in the library. Where are you?
My nose wrinkled as I finished the steps, rounding the corner to the first floor. He’d sent it literally a minute ago. Damn. This boy had been trying to reach me for the last two hours straight. What the hell was going on?
“Kelsey,” Levi’s rough voice called my name, snapping me out of my funk. His voice was the only sound in the lower level of the library, and the people working behind the front counter sent us both harsh looks.
Yes, how dare we speak in the lobby. Ugh. Cue eye roll.
“What’s going on?” I hissed as Levi grabbed my arm and dragged me outside, past the glaring people and out into the dark world of night. My eyes glanced back down to my phone, and I only caught a few keywords as I scanned the texts. Something about Dean being a dick, a video? What…
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