And yet, I can’t deny that my experience with the father shows just how much I’ve been missing with the son. There’s no chemistry between me and Jimmy, and it’s certainly not for lack of trying on my part. Not only has Jimmy failed to show a shred of interest in me sexually, but he’s actually turned me down a bunch of times too. Each time there was a different excuse: he was tired, or he had work to do, or had to get up early for practice the next morning. Even though he apologized after the weird attempt at sex that last time, and I accepted his explanation of supplements, looking back I’m still not sure I believe him. And then there was that crazy incident when I walked in on him watching gay porn. If it really was just for that class, then why did he have a boner?
Suddenly I realize I’m done guessing. It’s too complicated and confusing to go out with Jimmy. He’s handsome, popular and sweet - and those were perfectly good reasons to go out with him at first, especially considering no one like him had ever shown me any interest before. But I’m tired of wondering whether something is wrong with me. And clearly, there’s not - Jordan literally couldn’t keep his hands off me both times we made love.
My mind made up, I text Jimmy and ask him to join me for breakfast in the cafe on the edge of campus. It’s time to sort this out once and for all.
And it’s as if the boy expects it. Because when he walks in he kisses me like he usually does - vacant and automatic - and sits down opposite me. Jimmy doesn’t even seem curious as to why I asked him to meet me, but simply orders a coffee.
“Jimmy, look,” I start. “I just want to clear the air with you.” He doesn’t look worried or curious, only mildly interested. I realize this is how he’s always looked at me: with mild interest, and no passion whatsoever. How did I miss this before? Did it really take meeting Jordan for the coin to drop? Did it take giving myself over to the electric, irresistible charge of such an alpha male, to realize my own boyfriend isn’t into me? I guess that makes sense - and I’m ready to accept it.
“I don’t think this is really working,” I say, trying to sound sure of myself. He blinks, then inhales hard as if taking in a tough bit of information. I’m about to start apologizing, but then he exhales and it’s a sigh of relief. Literally. What the hell?
“I’m so glad you mentioned it, Katie,” Jimmy says carefully. “I’ve been feeling the same, but I wanted it to work out really bad.”
I’m astonished at his reply. “Really?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he nods, throwing me sad puppy dog eyes. “I genuinely thought it might work out between us.” I shake my head with disbelief, but Jimmy continues. “I like you, and think you’re great,” he says, smiling gently. “But maybe we’re not right for each other. Maybe we should see other people, and who knows? It’s a big world out there.”
Wow. This was easier than I thought it would be. I guess he really wasn’t that into me. The thought doesn’t make me sad, it just reinforces that breaking up is the right thing to do - especially since I’ve been sleeping with his dad.
“Yeah. Well, I guess I’m glad we’re on the same page,” I say, sighing. Jimmy gets up and hugs me like a friend or a brother. And then we part ways. Just like that, it’s over between me and Jimmy, the hottest, most sought-after guy on campus. A week ago this would have torn me apart and sent me sobbing to my dorm room. But now, things have done a one eighty given what’s happened in the last two days with his dad.
I sit back in my chair in the cafe and watch Jimmy through the window as he strolls across the campus grounds and out of my life.
But then a thought strikes me: how am I going to see Jordan again now that Jimmy and I have broken up? I didn’t think this part through. I’d been so preoccupied with doing the right thing that I hadn’t stopped to think about the logistics. Oh no. Jimmy was the thread that connected us, so now that that’s gone, how will this work? It would be so inappropriate for me to seek the billionaire out myself. So should I wait and see if he comes to find me? That would be inappropriate, too. I sigh, knowing deep inside that the best route is to try and forget about both Marks men, junior and senior, and to just chalk it off as a crazy experience. But that seems impossible, given what I’ve felt and experienced at the hands of my lover.
My phone buzzes, shocking me out of my reverie. Nicole is calling.
“Hey,” I say, answering the phone.
“Where are you?” she says on the other side.
“What do you mean?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“Um girl, we had a library date? Like half an hour ago! Get here quick, I can’t be seen here alone!” she hisses, making me roll my eyes and laugh.
“Sorry, I totally forgot, I’ll be there in a minute,” I say hastily, and hang up before she can complain any more. Wait until I tell her the reason I was late - she won’t be complaining then. Nicole won’t be able to pass up hearing the news about my break-up. And what’s more, I trust her enough to know she won’t create any gossip with the information. I’m suddenly filled with a burning desire to tell Nicole everything because events have been so confusing lately, and hurry back up to my dorm to collect my books before rushing to the library.
Nicole looks up from her books, pretending like she was studying, as I approach. The blonde raises an eyebrow and is about to scold me, but then she sees the flushed look on my face as I sit down and looks intrigued instead.
“What’s going on?” she asks curiously.
“Ok, a lot has happened in the last couple of days,” I start in a hushed voice, suddenly breathless and excited at finally being able to talk about this.
“Did you finally have sex with Jimmy?” Nicole whispers eagerly. “I knew it!”
“Um, not exactly,” I whisper back, cringing slightly.
“Not exactly? What does that mean?” she asks, and I search for my words. “Did you have sex or not?”
“Yes, I had sex. Just - not with Jimmy,” I say slowly and carefully, watching her expression morph into surprise. I don’t blame her. I’m not the type of person to do unexpected things like this.
“I don’t get it - did y’all break up or - ”
“Wait, I need to tell you this from the beginning,” I whisper. And in hushed tones I relay to her everything that’s happened recently. I tell her about meeting Jordan and the incredible chemistry between us. I tell her that he fingered me under the table at the restaurant while his son blabbered away, totally unaware. I also tell her how the billionaire made me come, and my friend’s jaw drops.
“Really?” she asks in a shocked whisper. “In the restaurant? With Jimmy right there?”
I nod solemnly. “Really,” is my confirmation. “It was crazy.” But the story doesn’t end there. I tell her that when I saw Jordan the next day at the lacrosse game, he ended up taking my virginity on the roof of the Marks Building, to which Nicole whoops loudly, drawing a bunch of dirty looks from all around us.
But there’s also the guilt.
“You know,” I say in a low voice. “Jordan is Jimmy’s dad.”
Nicole shoots me a disbelieving look. “So break up with the son!” she hisses. “There’s an easy way out of this conundrum.”
“I did, just now. That’s why I was late.”
“Good!” says Nicole emphatically, once again eliciting a chorus of annoyed hushes from all around us. “It’s about time,” she continues in a quieter tone.
I look at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs. “Something wasn’t right between you and him. I know you knew it, deep down. But I could see it too, and so could everyone else.”
“Oh my god, really?” I had been clueless. I thought I was the only one who noticed something was off.
“Of course! I mean he’s hot, obviously. And you guys were cute together and all. But I dunno, there was just no spark. I’ve never seen you make out at parties, or hold hands, or, I dunno, do anything that suggested you were really into each other. I thought maybe that’s the just way some relationships are.”
“But clearly not! I mean, look at what happened with Jordan!” I have to agree with her on that.
“Yeah, it’s like he’s unlocked something inside me.”
“You have to go for it, Katie,” says Nicole adamantly.
“Don’t be silly, of course not,” I say, shaking my head.
“No, I’m being serious! He’s obviously into you. Clearly he wasn’t scared off by you being his son’s girlfriend. He’ll be back for more, you’ll see,” she says with a smug grin.
In the end we did end up doing some studying, to the obvious relief of the annoyed students around us. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Jordan. Nicole and I came to the conclusion that I shouldn’t contact him, but she was of the belief that I should totally go for it if the opportunity arose. If Jordan seeks me out, I should follow my instincts and let my body do the thinking, for a change. After all, that’s what I’ve been doing since I met him, and it’s worked out well. My curvy form responds to this man’s touch in a way that I can’t describe, his animal magnetism making me go wet and needy at a mere look.
But then why am I left with this clawing feeling inside? I know it’s because I want more from Jordan. I want to see him again, and yet I crave so much more than just the physical. I want the billionaire, mind, body, and soul. Yet how can I ask for that? After all, he’s an alpha male with the world at his fingertips … while I’m just a college girl with nothing to offer.
Chapter 9
JORDAN
I’ve wracked my brain, but there’s no way around it - Katie is Jimmy’s girlfriend. What the hell am I doing? Just as recently as a week ago, this wouldn’t have bothered me much. The way I’d fingered her under the table at that restaurant, that was the old me. Even taking her virginity the way I did, fucking her during the lacrosse game while Jimmy was playing, that was the old me, too. But that’s also when I started to change. I started out just wanting that plush, curvy body to myself. Her innocence and lack of experience was obvious - I’d had a feeling she was virgin. But it was that purity about her, combined with the sexual energy that emanated in waves, that made her irresistible.
Because yeah, I’d started out just wanting to own Katie physically. To feel my huge cock push into her tight little pussy. To see those enormous, soft tits bounce at the thrust of my stiff rod. And most of all, to hear her scream my name as she dissolves in the throes of ecstasy.
But then something happened. Somehow, on that rooftop, something ignited inside me that’s only been growing ever since. Katie gave me more than just her virginity. Instead, the girl gave me something that I wasn’t expecting - her trust. And the effect it’s been having on me is unsettling. This isn’t me. After all, when I want something, I take it. Or at least, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself.
But the things that I think about are now different. Before, the sexy vixen was just creamy pussy there to be enjoyed. But now, I fantasize about taking Katie home and cooking for her, listening to her laugh, and treating her like a princess. That was the beginning of this odd change. What’s going on? I’ve been a bachelor for a decade now, and never had these goddamn feelings before.
Fuck. Like a sign from some god above, I get a call this morning from the Board of Directors at Hudson University, asking me to come in for an urgent meeting. It’s something about desperately needing funds for a new academic program. Will I run into Katie by accident? It’s possible, and the thought of seeing her curvy body again makes my cock jerk. I accept the invitation and ask my secretary to clear the afternoon.
On my way over to campus, I sit in the limo and make a deal with myself that I won’t go out of my way to look for her, however badly my hard-on will be from knowing she’s somewhere around. I can’t bring myself to do something like that anymore - if Jimmy ever found out it would cause a rift in an already delicate relationship. The campus is huge, so the chances of running into her by coincidence are very small. But still, anything is possible.
Of course, I lose my resolve as soon as I step foot on the grounds. And on top of that, glancing at my watch, I see I’m early. What harm could there be in having a look in the design department? I’ve never been there before. Besides, who’s to say I’m not interested in admiring the building? Comparing it to the one built and named after me? I chuckle as I think of the ridiculousness of this. Katie wouldn’t buy it even if I did see her. But as I walk down the corridor, several auditorium doors open and a flood of college students comes spilling out, signaling the end of a class. It seems impossible to bump into the curvy girl with so many people walking, talking, and chatting, and yet I see her straight away.
And as soon as I do, I realize I could have picked Katie out of a crowd of a million people, any place, any time. Her alabaster skin and rosy cheeks stand out in the crowd like she’s an angel. Her brown curls shine in the light streaming in from the skylights, her big brown eyes sparkling as she listens to her friend as they walk along. I watch her laugh and chat, until she’s standing almost directly in front of me.
“Mr. Marks?” she stammers, cheeks going red. “What are you doing here?”
I enjoy the look of shock on her face as Katie stops in her tracks, staring up at me. Her friend is tall and blonde and leggy, and only a week ago I would have felt attracted to her. But now I couldn’t care less. The friend melts away with a knowing wink, leaving Katie and I alone.
“M - Mr. Marks,” the brunette stutters in a whispers again, her plump form barely moving.
“I told you to call me Jordan, remember?” I say in my deepest rumble, making her blush as she pulls her books closer to her huge tits.
“I, um, wasn’t expecting you,” she says timidly.
“I have a meeting here and I was early, so I decided to come see the design building. When I showed you the Marks Building the other day, I realized I’d never set foot here before.” I deliberately mentioned the Marks Building to bring to her mind what we did on the roof. To remind her of my huge cock in her tiny little pussy, making her come so hard she screamed.
It works - I watch her blush and avert her eyes, her long lashes dusting her cheeks. The last of the students have left the corridors to their next classes, and we’re suddenly left alone.
“And maybe I was hoping to run into you,” I say in a voice so low it’s almost a rumble. At this her eyes dart back up to mine and I can see her chest heave behind her books.
“Really?” she asks, with a voice so light and innocent it breaks my heart. I should leave now, I should turn around and walk out of her life before I say or do anything that can further taint the perfect purity about her. The twinge in my heart is telling me I don’t deserve her. That if I have any more to do with her I’m going to have to make changes to myself I know are not possible. That an asshole like me will never be worthy of such an angel. Why else have I spending my time with shallow socialites for the past ten years? Or is this my chance at redemption?
All this flashes through my mind in a split second as Katie stares up at me with a perfect pout, her lips ripe and ready, the need for my cock radiating from her like a furnace. I can feel my pants tightening as my rod grows, lengthening and thickening and hardening down my pant leg, growing against my thigh.
“Of course,” I whisper, coming slowly closer to her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” I hadn’t actually wanted to tell her that, but I don’t seem to have much control over my body right now, nor my will power.
“I - I’ve been thinking about you too,” she whispers as if in a trance. I’m now standing so close to her, that I can feel her breath on my skin as she speaks. “I thought I’d never see you again,” she says hoarsely. And she’s about to say something else, but I’m not interested in anything but feeling her body. Bending my face over hers, I crush my lips onto her lips, rolling my tongue past her tongue, pulling her up to me with arm around her waist, my hand on her neck. Sh
e moans into my mouth, giving herself to me. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing her up against the wall, kissing her more urgently, my hands groping all the curves I can find.
“Oh Jordan,” she whispers in my ear as I kiss her neck and firmly squeeze the softness of her huge tits. My cock is now so hard it’s painfully straining in my pants as I’m pressed up against her. My arousal for her is so complete and all-consuming, I barely care that we’re in public.
“Jordan,” she sighs. “Someone might see!”
Katie’s right, so I quickly pull her into a dark corridor. And there, I slide my hand under her skirt to feel her pussy drenched for me. That’s it. No more questions, no more games because I have to own this delicate female.
Chapter 10
KATIE
Jordan’s kisses are intoxicating. His firm body is pressed against mine, holding me pinned to the wall. One of his arms is leaning against the wall above my head and the other hand has just found its way onto my drenched pussy. My knees buckle beneath me and he thrusts his pelvis against mine with a grunt, holding me in place. I can’t breathe, and I don’t seem to need to. It’s as if every bit of oxygen I could possibly need is being supplied by him. His fingers find their way into my soaked panties and onto my clit, making me moan into his mouth.
“There are so many ways I want you, Katie,” he growls as he breaks away from the kiss to bite my neck. “Why can’t I have it all?”
“Take me,” I breathe through my arousal. “Take whatever you want. Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
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