Exception (Cambria University Series Book 1)

by Sadie T. Williams

  Her eyes are wide as she nods, and that’s all I need to proceed. After nipping and sucking my way down to her waistline, I lay between her legs. She tries to close her legs and I can sense she’s self-conscious about being this open. I wrap my arms around my thighs and pull her legs open. She looks heavenly, pink and swollen. Ready for me.

  I brush my hand over her clit and her body tenses. I press my thumb to slowly swirl it around, then slip my middle finger into her pussy. She’s so fucking tight and wet. I imagine what this would feel like wrapped around my dick.

  Her body starts to convulse and I can tell she’s getting close as my fingers continue their assault. “Not yet, baby.” I haven’t tasted her yet.

  I lower my head and run my tongue along her sex. She tastes divine. I start swirling, twirling, flicking, and licking her clit. She’s so wet, and her clit is swollen with desire. I insert my finger back inside her pussy. Suddenly, she thrusts her hands through my hair and grabs on. Her body is shaking, her back is arched. Jesus fucking Christ. This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

  She looks down at me with “fuck me” eyes and I can tell she’s going to come.

  “Mac,” she moans as I pump my finger in her once more. With a final lick, she comes undone under my tongue.

  After, she sprawls out on the bed, unable to move from the pleasure that just rocked her body. I lick my lips. That’s her taste, and I’m addicted to it.

  She rolls over to look at me and says one word that rocks my world. “Mouth.”

  She smiles at me like the Cheshire cat. Is she ready for this? Oh God, yes please. I explain it the best I can. She nods, gazes down at Little Mac and licks her lips. Hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.

  She wraps her hand around my length and raises my dick to her mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Don’t come yet. I need to last a few minutes at least, but she’s watching me through her long lashes as she licks the tip of my cock and I’m almost undone right then.

  She licks her lips once more and slides them over my shaft. My cock fills her whole mouth, so she grabs the rest of it in her hand. She begins bobbing her head up and down, with her hand following suit.

  She catches on quickly and soon she starts swirling her tongue around the tip. Holy shit, this feels amazing. I press my hips up to insert more into her mouth, which she greedily accepts. She continues swirling, sucking, nipping. I’m really fucking close to blowing my load. I want to come in her mouth, but I don’t think she’s ready for that. I need to warn her.

  She pauses for a brief second, but doesn’t stop. She is incredible.

  I feel the rush begin. “KK, I’m comi—“ But before I can tell her I shoot my come into her mouth. She momentarily pauses, in surprise I think, as I fall back onto the bed. Then she crawls up next to me and puts her head on my chest.

  “You continue to surprise me. You sure this was your first time?”

  She nods. “I’m sure.”

  “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had,” I say, and I’m dead serious. It was the best fucking blow job of my life. Not just because she’s really fucking good at it, but because it was with her. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined those luscious lips around my dick.”

  She blushes at my words, “So it was okay then?”

  “The best. Ever,” I reply honestly. She’s breaking all my rules. There’s something different about this than anything else that has happened in my life so far. I don’t think I can quit her. Now or ever.

  Chapter 14: Kiernan

  October

  October flies by. Brooks and I see each other every day. The first week of October, we unofficially stepped out as a couple. The day we walked from Gypsy Juice to bio psych holding hands, we received mixed reviews. There were several snarling stares from eligible ladies whose hearts were broken that Brooks is off the market. Carli tried to kill me with her eyes as we walked through the Quad. Some gave Brooks shit for “doing the impossible,” but overall they were supportive of us being, well, whatever we are.

  Brooks hasn’t officially asked me to be his girlfriend and I haven’t pushed the subject. I’m happy as we are. We do everything regular couples do. We laugh, we eat, we talk sports, we sleep in the same bed, and we make each other come over and over. We also analyze his game tapes each week. I’ve never been happier.

  On the field he’s crushing it. The team is 8-0 and have easily beat four ranked opponents, including a win today over number-six Wisconsin. Brooks’ name is now in significant talks for the Heisman Trophy. Bateman is having a career year as well, thanks to Brooks. The Golden Knights are currently ranked third, with a huge game against number two, Ohio State, coming up the first weekend of November. They need to be in the top four come December to be in contention for a national championship.

  My dad hasn’t made another appearance and fall ball ended with us finishing 11-1. We lost to Alabama, again. Coco had a terrible game, and it was just a repeat of last season. It was discouraging, but she has a lot of time in the off-season to improve now. I killed it. I hit .780, scored at least one run in every game, and stole 33 bases. The fall has treated us well.

  Tonight is another postgame Pi Kappa party – their big Halloween event. My least favorite party of the year, but all of my friends are going, and so are Brooks and his boys. After the game, we get ready at our own places and plan to meet at the party.

  Our theme this year is from the movie Mean Girls. Shocking, I know. We’re all wearing matching pink tank tops. My least favorite color. Blaire is Regina George, Watts is Karen Smith, Duncan is Gretchen Weiners, and that makes me Cady Heron. My roommates all have pink leather skirts and black stilettos. I have on skinny jeans and wedges. Cady was always the most reserved of the bunch.

  Blaire curls my hair into loose waves that fall down my back. I put on some mascara and I’m set.

  “Let’s fucking go!” Watts shouts. She’s been hooking up with Malachi Decker, and I’m guessing she is itching to go see him.

  We arrived at the Pi Kappa house around 10:30, and the party is in full swing. The boys won’t be arriving for another half hour, I’m sure. I can feel the bass from the speakers in the basement through my chest. Our first stop is the kitchen to grab a drink. Per usual, rum and coke for Blaire, punch for Duncan and Watts, beer for me.

  “Hey, Kiernan,” someone says from behind me. Fuck, it’s Carli and her jersey-chasing whore unit. She’s dressed as a cat, maybe? Black leather dress, leopard-print stilettos, and some animal ears on her head.

  “Hey, Carli... ladies.” I gesture toward her flock of minions, “How are you?” If looks could kill, Carli would be dead, because Blaire and Watts are throwing dagger stares right through her. They know her history with athletes, and that she’s obsessed with Brooks. They know she’s up to no good.

  “So, I’m just gonna ask what everyone is too scared to,” she blurts out. “Are you fucking Brooks or not? If your prissy ass isn’t going to then back the fuck off.”

  I spit out part of my beer and it lands on her dress. “I’m so sorry,” I choke. “I don’t think that it is any of your business, Carli.”

  “You’re goddamn right it’s my business. It’s everyone’s business. You’re a gold-digging slut and everyone knows it! Playing Miss Innocent isn’t going to work, bitch.” She snaps her fingers in the air to emphasize her point.

  My roommates and I burst out laughing. She obviously doesn’t know who she’s talking to. My reputation isn’t fake. I’m not putting on some kind of show to land a man. That’s her job.

  “We’re not like you, you whorebag,” Watts says. She’s never one to mince words. “You’re nothing but a jersey chasing come-dumpster. Scamper off now. Those dicks won’t suck themselves,” she snaps and makes a shooing motion with her hand toward Carli and her girls. Fucking ouch, Watts.

  Carli looks completely stunned by Watts’ words. “Okay, that’s probably enough,” I interject. I know she called me a gold-digging slut, but what Watts just said was h
arsh. True, but harsh.

  “Yeah, can we just go back to hating each other in silence?” Blaire laughs awkwardly.

  “Fuck you.” Carli glares right at me. “You’re not good enough for him, Kiernan. You never will be,” she barks as she walks off.

  “Well, that was a helluva start to Halloween. Cheers, bitches!” Duncan shouts and raises her glass. The crowd that had gathered around us cheers with Duncan and raises their glasses. I’m sure that very entertaining moment will be talked about for the next few weeks.

  “I’m going to play beer pong,” I grumble. “It’s safer over there.” This night is starting off just wonderfully. I fucking hate Halloween. I was never a target of such negativity before. I realize Brooks is a fucking catch, but is it worth it? Yes. He is one million percent worth it.

  We separate and I head over to the beer pong room.

  “Fucking Kelly!” Stoner shouts. “How are you?” he asks as he hugs me. Brooks and I have skipped a few parties in favor of movie or dinner dates.

  “I’m good,” I reply. “Missed kicking some ass at beer pong.”

  “You’ve probably lost your touch,” Stoner smirks. “You want in? Lock and I are on a tear.”

  “Hell yes! Braxton and I will kick your ass.”

  Braxton, who is sitting off the side jumps up and walks over. “Fuck yeah we will!” he says as we high five.

  Braxton and I take on Stoner and Lock. We roll them – I only drink once.

  “Pity, Stoner, you used to be my favorite partner,” I wink. Braxton and I win a couple more rounds before I have to pee. “Who we got next, B?”

  “Um, Zucc and Sanders,” he replies.

  “Okay, rack ‘em. I’ll be right back. I need to pee and grab a beer.”

  I shimmy my way through the crowd to the bathroom. I pee quickly. Not much of a line for once. I head toward the kitchen to grab a beer before going back to the beer pong room. There’s Carli again. Come on, man, give me a break!

  “Kiernan, can we talk for a second?” she corners me before I can grab a beer.

  I nod. “What else ya got for me?” I sigh and flop my arms down to my sides. I’m not into cat fights and I know Brooks had zero interest in Carli even before I was in the picture.

  “I’m sorry,” she says and hands me a beer. “I’ve been in love with Brooks since we were freshmen. He’s the one, and it hurts like hell that he doesn’t feel the same way. It was okay until now because he didn’t date, so it wasn’t just me. He denied everyone. Then all of a sudden he’s holding your hand in public and I heard rumors that you’ve even slept in his room. You’re living the dream, Kiernan. My dream. My jealousy got the better of me.”

  Well, that was fucking unexpected.

  “It’s okay. I get it. And I’m sorry for what Tori said,” I reply. I feel bad for her. I know Brooks is a god among men on this campus. I know girls are jealous. But I’d never thought about how some of these girls may feel about him. He may lay down the rules, but that doesn’t stop them from hoping they’ll be an exception to his rules. I’m now that exception, and the target of their jealousy.

  “Thanks for understanding. A toast to a truce.” She holds up her red Solo cup. “Cheers,” she says

  “Cheers,” I reply. We knock our plastic cups together and take a drink. This Halloween may be the best yet. Maybe this is the Halloween to wipe out all the other shitty Halloweens of my past. It feels good to squash my issues with Carli.

  I head back to the beer pong room with a big smile on my face. The boys are ready and the game begins. We get about half through the second game and I’m starting to feel drunk. I’m not sure how that’s possible because I haven’t had that much to drink.

  “I need to go to the bathroom,” I tell Braxton.

  “Again? In the middle of the game?” he questions. This is super unusual behavior for me.

  “Yeah, Fi-Finn, can fill in,” I start to slur. I feel… fuzzy. I shake my head to try and get some of the cobwebs to clear.

  “Are you okay, Kelly?” he asks. “You don’t look right.”

  “Yeah, I just need to go to the bathroom or s-s-something,” I slur again.

  I stumble through the party knocking into several bodies. My body is swaying like a flag in a storm. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve been drunk before, but not off two beers. I can barely walk straight.

  “Are you okay, Kiernan?” a soft voice hums behind me.

  I turn around and Carli is behind me with her posse of girls. “Y-yeah, I think, s-s-so.” I blink, hard, trying to focus my vision.

  “You look drunk. Let me help you upstairs to lie down.” She offers me her arm to steady myself.

  I nod. My head feels super heavy, and it’s hard to stay upright. I have the urge to lie down, because standing up feels exhausting.

  Carli leads me upstairs. She opens the door to one of the frat guy’s rooms and lays me down on the bed. My body feels like I have cinder blocks lying across my chest. It’s hard to breathe.

  “Feeling a little tired, maybe a little drunk?” she sneers. Her demeanor has changed from our time in the kitchen. If this were a movie, her eyes would be glowing red. Her lips are curled into a sinister smile and she looks pleased with my current state.

  I try to sit up and I can’t move. I can hear and see her, but I’m paralyzed. What the fuck is going on? My body feels heavy, so fucking heavy right now. I’m suddenly very scared. I can hear Carli and her bitches laughing. Where is Blaire? Or Watts? Where’s Brooks? Why is Carli doing this to me?

  Carli leans over my body and assesses me. I know she can see the panic in my eyes and she laughs. She laughs. What? We had a moment. We were fine an hour ago.

  “Poor, gullible, Kiernan,” she says wickedly. “Did you really think I would confess my innermost secrets to you? That I would trust you? It’s over, sweetheart. Do you think Brooks is going to want you after you fuck one of his teammates at this party? Halloween must really turn you on, because you just couldn’t keep your hands off Robbie downstairs.”

  My mind is racing. Who is Robbie? I didn’t touch Robbie. I’m not going to fuck anyone tonight. I’ve never even slept with Brooks. He’s supposed to be my first. I’m screaming internally, but nothing is coming out of my mouth. My brain feels fuzzy. I try to fight, but my body is so heavy I can’t move a muscle. Panic and fear are the only things I can feel.

  I see Carli and her girls leave the room. I’m still lying there, unable to move. I’m slipping in and out of consciousness I think. I’m not sure how long I’ve been lying here, but suddenly I hear footsteps and the door opens. I don’t recognize the figure in the doorway, but when he comes into view I do. It’s Robbie Johnson, a senior on the football team. He doesn’t play much. I think he may be like the fourth-string quarterback.

  He moves over to the bed and crawls on top of me. His breath stinks of beer and Jägermeister. He licks my cheek from my chin to ear. I feel like I’m going to vomit. I’m so tired, my body is heavy, and my brain is cloudy. I want to scream for help, but I can’t force my body into action. Whatever Carli gave me has disconnected my brain from my body.

  This guy is going to fuck me. I’m going to lose my virginity in a frat house to a guy I don’t know. The level of fear that was coursing through my body before has grown exponentially. I don’t know how to stop what’s about to happen. My body feels like it is seizing with panic, but I’m not moving. I feel like I’m crying, but I can’t feel my tears. I close my eyes because I don’t want to watch. I’m hoping these drugs cut off my ability to feel too.

  Robbie sneers and a bit of drool escapes his mouth and drips on my cheek. I felt that. He slams his lips into mine in a messy, wet kiss. I felt that. I felt all of it. Which means whatever happens next, I will feel too. More imaginary tears fall down my cheeks.

  I hear Carli shout through the door, “Hurry the fuck up, Robbie!” She’s waiting outside the door. She’s waiting for proof to show Brooks. To show him I slept with Robbie at this party. Is she g
oing to take pictures of me? Video it? Oh my God, I am going to be sick again.

  Robbie grins at me. “I can’t wait to fuck the starting quarterback’s girlfriend,” he moans into my ear. “That asshole can suck my dick. He thinks he’s king shit around here. He’s not. I am, and I’ll prove it when I fuck you.” He’s helping Carli because he’s jealous of Brooks. Oh my God. I think I’m crying again. Out of fear and sadness, and for the lack of humanity I have been exposed to tonight. My innocent world has been shattered.

  I hear some shuffling around, and I can see Robbie is now naked. He’s moving on top of me now. He unbuttons my pants and pulls them down to my ankles. God, please no. Help me. He slides my shirt and bra up to my chin but doesn’t remove them. He grabs his tiny dick and starts jerking it as he cups my breast. The little thing is starting to get hard. He rips open a condom wrapper and slides it on. I’m lying on the bed in just my panties. Exposed for all to see. I close my eyes again.

  “You’re fucking hot. I am going to enjoy this,” he slurs and runs his hand between my breasts down to my panty line. Just as Robbie hooks his stubby fingers through the sides of my panties to remove them, someone kicks the door open.

  I can see Brooks, Blake, and Rhodes out of the corner of my eye. Oh fuck. I can’t lift my head to see what’s happening, but I hear a loud smacking sound and Robbie topples over onto the bed. I must pass out again, because the next thing I know, the cold October air hits me in my face and wakes me up. I’m in Brooks’ arms and he’s putting me into his truck.

  He caresses my cheek, “Are you okay?” He’s gasping for air and his face is so red from anger that I’m scared of what he is going to say. I can’t respond. I can’t talk, I can’t nod. I’m still frozen. He leans forward so he can look me in the eyes. He’s crying.

  Why is he crying?

  “I’m so sorry, baby,” he says as he drops his head to my chest. “This is my fault, all of it. Carli is a psychotic bitch and I am so very sorry. I’m going to take you back to my place. I want to make sure whatever she gave you runs its course. I will make sure you’re okay. I am so very sorry, Kiernan.”