“I’m hungry,” Caroline says.
“Me too.” My voice is rough with want.
She laughs softly. “For food, Matt.”
I grin. “That’s what I was talking about. Get your head out of the gutter.”
She playfully slaps my chest and turns on her toes to head toward the row of food. I watch as her tight ass sways.
This girl will be the death of me.
Chapter Five
Caroline
Hours later, I can still feel him against me. Hard. Desperate. Wanting.
He wants me. The thought has my body tingling with anticipation. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I desire him. All I’ve done all semester is think of Mathewson from my Econ class, but knowing he’s the campus-famous Matt from Punch-Drunk Kids only intensifies my need for him. The thought of having the one guy that every other girl on campus yearns for but can’t have is exhilarating. As much as I love being here with him, walking the fair, what I really want is for him to take me home, kiss me passionately...sink inside me.
My cheeks heat at the thought.
I wish he’d make a move already. Take me somewhere. Instead, he answers my desperate prayer by caressing my hand in his. The soft pads of his fingers drawing circles on the top of my hand.
“Want to take a ride on the Ferris wheel before everything shuts down?” I nod, and he grabs my hand, pulling me toward the ride.
There’s a line, but I don’t mind. He’s still holding my hand and my body buzzes from the contact.
“When is the auction scheduled to start?” I freeze at his question, not wanting to think about auctions while my hand rests in his.
“Two weeks.” He groans.
“You were cutting it close, don’t you think?”
I deflate at his words. He spins me to look at him.
“We’ll make it work, Caroline. I promise you, you won’t be with anybody but me. I’ll find the money myself and outbid every fucker who tries for you if we don’t raise enough. I won’t share you.”
The intensity of Mathewson’s declaration sends butterflies flying in my belly.
“Are you doing this to save yourself from the auction or your friends?”
“Me. No one else seems to mind the idea.”
“You know the date you asked for I can’t make happen, right?” I nod.
“We’ll figure out another date, but if I can’t make a concert happen, I promise I’ll win your time.”
I just stare up at him, struck by how good-looking he is. The fact he likes me is overwhelming.
“Two?” A man’s voice knocks me out of my reverie.
“Yes, two,” Mathewson answers.
We’re seated in one of the buckets. I’m pressed tightly into Matt’s side. My hand rests on his lap. The ride jerks and I jump in fear, my hand coming to rest on his cock. It jolts to life under my touch. Mathewson sucks in a breath. I don’t move. God knows I should, but I can’t help it. A longing stirs inside me for the guy sitting next to me. I haven’t felt like this in a very long time.
My hand remains in place, testing the waters. Before long, I can’t help it; I’m curious. What exactly lies beneath this material? Will he stop me? I trace the outline of his impressive length, mouth watering as the realization of his sheer size fully hits me. He’s massive and I’m a goner. If he allows, I’ll gladly hand over my born-again virginity to him.
“Caroline.” His husky voice calls a warning. “If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a precarious situation on our hands.” He laughs, and as if on cue, his cock begins to harden.
“What if I don’t want to stop?” I whisper, nervous for his reaction and a tad embarrassed at coming across so forward.
He chokes out a breath. “Who am I to stop you?”
I let out the breath I am holding. Game on.
Without any preamble, I take him out of his pants. My eyes widen when I see him. His cock is rock-hard and has a glistening bead of moisture collecting at the tip. He’s ready for me, and Lord, am I ready for him as well. We’re at the top of the wheel and out of sight, free for the moment to explore as much as possible, given the nature of our environment.
My core clenches at the thought of how he will taste. The desire to put him in my mouth—the need to feel him swell against my tongue as I lick him and taste him—is all-encompassing. I wish I could feel him inside me. Thrusting in and out of my body.
Here on the Ferris wheel that’s not an option, so instead I let myself imagine. Before I can think twice or second-guess myself, I grip him tightly. As I fist him from root to tip, his eyes widen with lust. There’s a passion so fierce behind his gaze that my whole body quivers with my need. I begin to stroke him. From across the cage that we sit in, I see his features tighten. He’s getting closer. The knowledge that I’m bringing him there has all the muscles in my body tighten. I might come just from the thought of him coming undone on my hand.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
The speed of my ministrations becomes frenzied as his hand reaches out and pulls open the drawstring of my pants. I’m not sure how he does it, but much to my surprise, he reaches his destination. With one finger on my clit, he rubs circles, mimicking the beat I’m stroking him with. The bucket we’re sitting in begins to move and something about the way my pussy clenches and the simultaneous motion of the ride has my entire body feeling euphoric.
I continue pumping his cock in my hand, his groans indicating that he’s about to lose it. I’m so close to coming as well. We’re both breathing heavily, each chasing our own release. His finger slips inside me and then he pumps faster. I match his rhythm until he begins to jerk in my hand. His ejaculation covers my fingers and coats my palm. That’s all it takes for me to feel my inside walls spasm around his finger. I follow him over the edge into oblivion as my own orgasm takes over.
The carnival is starting to wind down as we exit the ride. My pants are coated in Matt’s come. I had no other option or method of cleanup. Any other time, I’d be disgusted, but Matt leaves me wanting more. So much more.
All around us lights are shutting off and prizes are being put away. I’m not ready for tonight to end, but I guess this part of the evening can’t go on.
“Looks like it’s shutting down. I guess I should take you home,” Matt says, not sounding at all eager to end the night. He sounds as thrilled about it as I am.
“Yeah, that would probably be smart, unless...” I start but then stop myself. I live in the sorority house that has pledged virginity. I can hardly sneak him in.
“We have that Econ test tomorrow,” I say, trying hard to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
“Oh, that’s right.”
He leads me out of the grounds, onto the pavement and we walk to the Beta Kappa Nu house. We don’t talk much. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt and I stare blankly into the distance that stretches before us. When we finally reach my door, I turn to him.
“Thanks for taking me.”
“Even if I made you go?” He laughs.
“Yes. Even if you made me go.”
Neither of us talk for a second. I rock back and forth on my feet.
“I had a great time,” I whisper, suddenly nervous.
“Me, too. Listen, about earlier”—he stops me by taking my hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles—“it was amazing, Caroline. You are amazing.”
“Why me?” I don’t know why I ask it. It sounds so ridiculous to question why he likes me of all people, but I can’t help it. He’s a campus rock star—and I’m just me.
He drops my hand and leans into me until our faces are mere inches apart.
“‘Cause I like you. You’re different,” he asserts as he brackets his arms around my back and pulls me toward him.
His lips descend.
I’m taken aback, my need and desire wreaking havoc inside me. I want to climb him, pull my pants down and have him plunge inside me. But that can’t happen here. I’m so desperate for him that I wiggle further into his arms, pressing my full breasts into his chest.
As our kissing becomes more frenzied, he pushes my mouth open with his tongue.
My cheek is cupped, and I’m pressed closer to his mouth. A moan escapes at the contact.
We kiss for mere minutes, but the kiss is life-changing. Never have I felt anything like this before. Not even with him.
I feel Matt pull away, but I’m not ready. Unfortunately, I have no choice as I hear a series of giggles from beside us. We were busted and no doubt, by the time I walk into the house, everyone will be waiting to hear the sordid details of what his mouth felt like...
Perfection.
His mouth, his kiss, his hands on me were perfection.
When we gather our breathing and calm, he places one last kiss on my knuckle.
“I think we’ve been caught.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t want them to think I’m stealing your virginity out here.” He winks and my stomach drops. I haven’t told him the truth. What will he think of me when he finds out? Will he hate me because I lied?
“Hey,” he says, pulling my chin up so I’m looking at him. “What’s wrong? I was only teasing. I mean, I’d never.”
“You didn’t say anything wrong. It just made me think about the auction, is all.”
His forehead rests on mine. “We’ll figure something out, Caroline. I won’t let you lose your virginity that way.”
I inhale. “We need to talk, Matt, but not here.”
He steps back to look down at me. “Everything okay? With us?” He looks unsure and I feel like an even bigger fraud.
“We’re more than good.” I smile, because it’s the truth on my end. I could easily fall head over heels in love with Matt. He makes it easy.
“Okay, good. Want me to walk you inside? Is that allowed?” He chuckles.
“Oh, God no. You’ll be attacked. At least if I leave you here, it will only be me getting the third degree. All the girls will be in there with a lineup of questions for you,” I admit on a sigh.
“Seriously?”
“As a heart attack.”
“Well then... I’ll just go.” He puts his hands in his pockets and begins to walk backward. He’s still facing the house, staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes. His lips part into a sexy grin. “See you tomorrow,” he says before turning and walking away.
I can’t help but smile. I square my shoulders and prepare for the onslaught I know will be waiting.
“Who was that?” Melody says as I move past the group gathered in the foyer. They were obviously peeking out the window. I don’t reply, just head to go up the stairs.
“Not so fast, you have to tell us,” one of the girls says from below me.
I let out an audible sigh. “Fine. Chapter room in five minutes. Need to pee.”
What I really want to do is relish in his kiss for five more minutes before the girls ruin it for me by talking about the auction. But I don’t do that. Instead, I head to the bathroom, close the door, run the water and stare at myself in the mirror. My lips are puffy and my face flushed. I trail my finger over my mouth. I look freshly fucked.
Except I’m not.
God, I wish I was.
After a few seconds of staring, I wash off my face, needing the cold water to right my sensual thoughts. When I’ve calmed, I run to my room to change out of these pants. I don’t think I can concentrate on anything while wearing him all over me. When I’ve finished, I run back down the stairs to the whole house sitting in the chapter room.
Shit.
“Spill.”
“Matt James.”
“From Punch-Drunk Kids?”
“One and the same.”
“Oh, my God. How did that happen?”
I don’t know what to say. A part of me doesn’t want to share this with them but I know I have to.
“He’s in my Econ class. You know me, I don’t know anything about that band. It’s not like they’re big enough to have their faces plastered all over. I only know what you girls have told me. I didn’t realize he was the lead singer.”
“So, you two met in class? He gave you his name and you still didn’t know?” Melody presses.
“Again, I don’t fawn like you do. His name is Mathewson. That’s what he goes by in class, not Matt. But that’s not really how this happened. I sent the band an email.”
“I’m so confused. Why did you email the band?” Melody continues her line of questioning like a dog with a bone.
“To see if they’d do a fund-raiser to help us raise money. Like we talked about in our last meeting.”
“We already decided to move forward with the auction instead, Caroline.”
I bite my lip. “I wanted to see if there was another way for me. You girls do you, but the auction isn’t something I want to do. I want to help, but there has to be another way.”
“We’re a sisterhood. We all agreed, Caroline. If Punch-Drunk Kids comes through then awesome, but we’re proceeding with the auction, too. All of our profiles go up tomorrow, yours included. If Matt’s your guy, get him to bid on you,” she suggests.
“I’m done talking about the auction for the night. I’m tired and ready for bed.”
“So, when are you seeing him again?” Lilly asks, trying to change the topic.
“Tomorrow at the concert.”
“Fun. I’m excited to have you there for a change!” Lilly exclaims. “I’m so jealous, Car. Matt is so fucking hot. Like eleven out of ten, easily.”
The mention of Matt has me dying to be alone. I need another release. If blue clit was a thing, I’d have it. Bad.
They all call their goodbyes as I quickly retreat to the privacy of my room. When the door is shut and locked behind me, I don’t waste time losing my clothes. Before I know it, I’m reaching for my phone and scrolling through Facebook. I can’t help but search for him, needing to see his face before I make myself come. He is so damn beautiful.
Still staring at him on the screen, I gently slide my hand down my chest, past my belly button until my hand is resting between my thighs. I part my legs and place my fingers at my opening. I’m so wet, drenched with my desire for him. To be honest, it would be embarrassing if I wasn’t alone. But I am, so instead of thinking about it, I think of him. I let myself imagine what his hand would feel like if he was pressing against my pussy. I lift my hand until my fingers circle my clit, spreading the moisture collected on them. With my eyes now closed, I pretend it’s his hands working me. That it’s his hands bringing me to bliss. The harder I press the more my breathing picks up and my inside walls begin to flutter.
It’s so fucking good.
It feels too damn good.
I’m going to come but I need more. I move my hand so my thumb presses roughly on my clit and my two middle fingers press inside me until I’m fucking myself. The pace of my ministrations mimic him pounding inside me. Hard. Fast. Punishing. A primal moan escapes my mouth and I bite back the sound so no one hears as I fall over the edge into bliss. I’m heaving and panting and about to come when my Facebook Messenger video chat rings.
Shit. It’s Matt. I move to reject the call but hit accept instead. Without a second thought, I grab a blanket and cover myself, but by his expression as the video chat connects, he can clearly see I’m flushed.
“Anything I can help you with?” He chuckles and I roll my eyes.
“No. I was just...” I trail off, not knowing what to say. I’m naked and flushed, breathing so heavy it’s obvious.
“Touching yourself?”
My mouth drops open and my cheeks heat.
“It’s okay.” He smi
les at me. “I want you to. Let me help you. Let me hear you come undone.”
“I don’t think...”
“Stop thinking and just feel. Feel me. Touch yourself. Pretend your hands are me. Pretend your fingers are me. Slip your hand down to your pussy.” His words should shock me but instead I’m so turned on I can feel my arousal dripping down my thigh. “You can do it. Touch yourself.” Without second-guessing myself, I do. I place my hand between my legs. “Can you feel me? Can you feel my tongue on your clit?”
I rub, touching myself the way he’s instructing. “More,” I moan.
“Put your fingers inside you.”
I slip my finger inside of me then nod to him, letting him know I did.
“Now show me your pretty pussy.” He groans.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” His authoritative tone has me complying.
I spread my legs and angle the phone down.
“Now fuck yourself with your hand.” I start to rock my fingers inside of me.
“Yeah. That’s right. Just like that. Do you feel me? Do you feel me fucking you?”
My eyes close as I savor the moment. The emotions simmering just below the surface. This man is undoing me in ways I never thought possible.
“Yes,” I moan trying desperately to hold on to this feeling.
“Open your eyes, Caroline. I want to see you fall apart.”
A whimper escapes as my fingers continue moving in and out, the pace increasing. Matt’s hooded eyes watch me so intently, I can’t hold on any longer. I fall over the edge. “God, yes.”
Once my breathing regulates and I look back at him through the screen he smiles.
“You know, I really like you.” He smirks back. “I can’t wait to be alone with you again. Now, go to bed and think of me.” He winks.
I can’t help but smile as I hang up the phone. Dropping my head against my pillow, I fall into a deep sleep and dream of blue eyes and hands all over me.
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