Exception (Cambria University Series Book 1)

by Sadie T. Williams

  “Come for me, baby. Come for me,” I growl with her nipple still in my mouth. God, I’ve missed this.

  Her back collapses and falls back on the bed, satisfied. But I’m nowhere near done with her. If we’re going to have sex for the first time, she may not come. I know I won’t last long once I’m finally inside of her. The thought of fucking her and how she will feel wrapped around my cock has been on my mind since I met her. She needs to come again before we do this.

  “You’re so wet for me,” I whisper. And she is. Her body responds absolutely to my touch and my voice. “I love the way you taste. Are you ready to come again?”

  She nods. She wants this just as badly as I do.

  I glide my finger down her sex and slide it into her pussy. I use my long fingers to slide in, out and around. I press my thumb against her clit and she struggles to remain still under the pleasure of my fingers. Her pussy is so tight around my single finger, I worry what my cock is going to do to her.

  I slipped a second finger inside of her. She winces for a second, but as her wetness engulfs both of my fingers she begins grinding her hips in a low, slow motion on my hand. She’s loving this. I continue to work my two fingers inside of her and circle my thumb over her clit. She’s starting to twist and turn, and her back arches, so I pull my fingers out. I need to taste her again.

  I slide down her body so my face is inches from her wetness. I can feel the heat radiating off of her. I wrap my arms around her thighs and I slide them open. I look up past her belly and perfect tits into her eyes. They are full of lust, love, and longing.

  I give her clit a flick with my tongue and her body shudders. I do it again. Same response. Her body reacts involuntarily under the contact from my tongue. I proceed to lick and flick over her bud. She continues to writhe uncontrollably. I slide two fingers back into her pussy and I can feel her muscles tighten around them. She’s so close already.

  “Look at me,” I command. I want to see her black eyes light up when she comes. I’m watching her, watching me, with my mouth on her clit. I’ve had a lot of sex and made a lot of girls come, but this? Most fucking erotic moment of my life.

  “You’re so fucking wet and hot. Come for me, baby. Come for me now,” I urge. I can’t wait anymore.

  “Mac...” She moans my name louder than ever before. Her back arches and her body convulses. Her head snaps forward, her black eyes on me. She thrusts her hands into my hair and pulls. Fuck me. I can practically see the orgasm rock through her body.

  I crawl back up and lie down next to her. I thought she would be so sated that we would lie in each other’s arms for a while. Wrong, as always. She pushes me over and climbs back on top of me. She’s straddling my cock again, squeezing me with her thighs. This time, no lace. Oh, fucking hell. She starts rocking back and forth again. I feel her core sliding up and down my shaft because she’s so fucking wet.

  She leans down, her hair falls onto my chest, and she kisses my cheek. She moves her way up to my ear and I can feel her warm breath on my skin. She begins sucking on my earlobe. Just when I don’t think I can’t get any more turned on, she does something new. She grabs my hand and inserts my finger into her mouth. I can’t help it and I audibly moan. Oh, fuck me. She rocks again over my cock, her pussy sliding so easily over my length. I can’t come yet. I close my eyes to think of something to temper my arousal. Michael Jordan’s fade-away jumper. Roger Clemens throwing a fastball. Kirby Puckett’s World Series homerun. Shaquille O’Neal shooting free throws.

  Thankfully, she stops her movements to move lower down my body. She licks the cavern between my pecs straight down to my abs. She pauses and kisses each one of them. She traces her finger down my treasure trail and my cock, which is resting on my stomach, twitches. My reaction to her touch is just as involuntary as hers is to mine. A smile crosses her lips and knowing her, she loves having this control over my body.

  She licks her lips and takes my cock in her hand. The feel her hand wrapped around me sent a shooting spark to my balls and my gut. “Oh, fucking hell, KK.”

  I watch her as she licks her lips again and takes my cock into her mouth. Her lips are pink and swollen from our previous contact, and they look like heaven wrapped around my shaft. She starts to twirl her tongue around the tip as she sucks. Her hand is stroking the remainder of my length. I’m going to come.

  “KK, I’m going to come if you keep this up.”

  “Not yet, baby,” she throws my words back at me. “I want more.”

  She releases my cock and crawls back up next to me. Fucking-a. I’m so ready. I want her so badly I can taste the desire. But I don’t want to hurt her. I’m terrified I am going to hurt her. I’m also terrified she’ll regret this. Every other girl I have fucked wasn’t a virgin. There was no concern about me hurting her physically. Sometimes emotions got hurt, but they never regretted fucking me. She may regret making me her first.

  “You’re sure? Once we do this, there’s no going back, KK”

  “I’m sure, Mac. I’ve never wanted anything more.” How can she know? She’s never done this before. I do love her though. Your first time should be with someone you love and who loves you. I wish mine would have been now that I know what this feels like.

  I keep a stash of condoms in my dresser. I know she isn’t on birth control. She has no reason to be. She’s not fucking me or anyone else up until now. I would trust her to have my first ever bareback session though, if it ever got to the point where she would consider getting on birth control.

  “There’s one more thing,” she pauses and I freeze. She’s changed her mind.

  “Okay.” I pause.

  “I got on the pill last month.”

  And the air is sucked from my lungs. I feel dizzy. She surprises the hell out of me again! She’s been planning for this for so long. She really wants this, and with her dedication to this moment; the dinner, the birth control, the keychain, I am so fucking hard right now and I want nothing more than to make her mine. All doubt has been erased from my mind. I want to be her first. I want her to be my first. Right now. Fuck my rules… again.

  She spreads her legs and I lie down on top of her. My cock is resting at the opening of her pussy. One more moment so she can reassure me one more time. Please don’t say no now.

  “I know. I love you too and I’m ready. I want you to be my first. No matter what happens in the future, I want this with you. I promise.”

  The future? Does she not see a future with us? I mean, she knows my past and my future plans, but up until now I hadn’t thought that my future might not have her in it. I suddenly have a bad feeling welling up in my gut. Like I did on Halloween.

  Her black eyes are boring into me. I can’t stop now. I grab my cock and slowly push the tip into her wetness. The warmth is heavenly. The sensation of her tightness is almost overwhelming without a condom on. I push the bad thoughts about a future without Kiernan to the back of my mind.

  As my tip slowly eases into her pussy, I can feel her core tighten underneath me. Holy shit she’s tight. I’m not even a quarter of the way in yet.

  I push a little further and with every inch she tightens but then relaxes. She’s taking all of me in. Her body is surrounding my cock and modifying to fit me.

  I slowly push further and further, until I’m completely inside of her. My bare cock is taking in all of her. She’s tight, so very tight, and the way she wraps around my shaft is even better than I imagined all those nights I thought about this moment. Lying here, unwrapped inside of Kiernan Kelly, is a dream.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Never better. How are you?”

  She’s worried about me again. She’s something else. I want to move so badly, but I don’t want to hurt her. She doesn’t seem to be in pain anymore though, so maybe I can move a little. Lying inside of her is bliss, but I’m also dying to come. My dick is throbbing. She laughs, which makes her pussy muscles tighten even more around my dick. Oh my God. I begin slowly pulling out of her and g
ently sliding back in. There’s no rhythm to my movement. It is just slow movement, letting her adjust to this new sensation.

  “More,” she says. She is a fucking rock star. I love this woman.

  Okay, here goes nothing. I start thrusting, not hard, but enough. I’m moving my hips rhythmically as my cock slides in and out of her. She raises her hips and we start grooving together. We’re finally making love, and the pleasure is overwhelming my senses. The feeling of her wetness consuming my cock is more than I can take. I knew this wouldn’t last long, especially without a condom.

  “KK, I’m really fucking close. Where should I come? In or out?” I don’t want to be presumptuous and just blow my load inside of her during her first time.

  Without missing a beat, she says a short word that has me undone: “In.”

  “Always a surprise.”

  I begin thrusting harder. She raises her hips to meet my movements. Holy fucking shit. She’s enjoying this. I didn’t expect this. Now I want her to come too. I try like hell to hold back. I’m really working my dick inside of her now. In and out relentlessly. Her body writhing under me. We’re moving like one person, like this is our millionth time, not our first. I keep going, hitting her g-spot with each deep thrust. Finally her back arches and she throws her beautiful head back.

  “Mac, I’m gonna—” She moans and her body tenses under me and around my cock. I’m done.

  “Oh, KK,” I groan and come inside of her. The first time I’ve ever come inside anyone without a condom. The feeling is exquisite.

  I collapse on top of her after my release and bury my head in the pillow next her. We’re both sweating and sated. She smells of vanilla and sweet sweat. This was better than I had imagined. I hope she’s pleased too. She’s had three orgasms in the last two hours, and my cock was responsible for one of them. Fuck. I’m pleased with myself.

  After she uses the bathroom, she climbs back into bed with me. She snuggles up next to me with her head on my chest.

  I can’t get her words out of my head though. I need to know she’s planning on forever with me.

  “What did you mean by ‘no matter what happens in the future?” I ask.

  She explains that she isn’t expecting anything from me just because I took her virginity, but fuck that. This is more than sex. She’s the exception to every one of my rules. She is my end game. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t give to spend the rest of my life with this woman. She needs to know that.

  I stand to give her the Christmas present. I’ve been working with a jewelry designer back in Minnesota that my dad has used in the past. He did a bang-up job on a pair of 24-karat gold earrings with pavé diamonds in the shape of her trademark 22.

  “I love them almost as much as I love you,” she says as she snuggles into my chest.

  “Merry Christmas,” I whisper as I inhale her sweet vanilla scent and wrap her in my arms. A sense of peace and calm rushes over me. I don’t know what I did to deserve her. To deserve to be this happy. Please God, never let this end.

  Chapter 18: Kiernan

  He fucking did it! Brooks won the Heisman Trophy. He is officially the best college football player in all of the NCAA, and was given the award last week. He was all over ESPN. He’ll for sure be a first-round pick now if he decides to declare for the draft. His whole family went to the ceremony. His mom looked positively regal. She also appeared to be sober enough to enjoy it. I can’t even express how proud I am of him.

  I am packing my bags to meet Blaire at the airport – we’re heading to New Orleans for the Sugar Bowl. My Uber should be here soon. Blaire’s driving from Barnstable since she’s home for winter break already. Downside, my dad had to buy my ticket to the game because I don’t have that much money. He also bought Blaire’s, because she’s my best friend. The catch? He’s coming too. Fuck my life. But I wanted to go to the game so badly that I caved under his conditions. The good news? He’s sitting in a suite with some other retired NFL players. Blaire and I opted for the field view. So I may not have to see him at all.

  “Hey, KK!” I hear her shout over the crowd as I rush into Logan Airport.

  “B!”

  “Ready? I’m so fucking excited for this trip.”

  “Get me on that plane!” I exclaim and we laugh.

  We finally board our flight and relax. I can’t believe we’re actually going. Brooks and I have only been officially a couple for two months, but the last couple weeks have contained the best sex, most intimate moments, and the most real conversations of my life. We’re connected on such a deep level for only knowing each other for a short time.

  “So, how’ve you been? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever!” Blaire says as we settle in.

  “So good,” I smile.

  “You fucking did it, didn’t you?” She can read me better than anyone in the world, except maybe Brooks. She squeals and draws stares from our companions on the plane. She knew my plan, but she had her doubts that I would actually follow through.

  “How did you know?” I smile sheepishly. “You better not tell anyone, B!”

  “You don’t think people know? Seriously? Tanner said the boys can hear you guys going at it 24/7 and Brooks has never been happier. He said you two are inseparable and he’s never seen anything like it. Especially not with Brooks. You’ve changed him, KK.”

  I smile and flush, thinking of our last night before he left for New Orleans. We tried doggy style and I couldn’t control myself. He had me in all the right places. I’m sure his whole house heard us.

  “He’s changed you too.” She nudges me and I can feel my cheeks flush again.

  New Orleans is gorgeous. Blaire and I dropped our stuff at the hotel and decided to walk around the city for a little while. I’ve never been here, but there’s so much to do and see. There are people everywhere and music playing from tons of street artists and at different bars and restaurants all over town. The vibe is awesome.

  The game is tomorrow, so Brooks is involved with all of his team prep and media stuff. His face is everywhere. I have no idea when they got all these photos and videos of him, or the t-shirts with his face on them. He is everywhere. Good thing his face is beautiful. I’ll never get sick of looking at it. We won’t see him or Bateman while we’re here, except on TV, which is completely fine. I get it. I’ve lived through my dad’s routine throughout his Super Bowl runs. This is the same, just on a smaller scale.

  Blaire and I decide on dinner at a place called Rookie’s. It’s near the Mercedes-Benz Superdome and within walking distance of our hotel. Plus, they have gumbo on the menu and I really wanted to try that while we’re here.

  Rookie’s a cute little bar and restaurant. The walls are painted a faint blue with sheet metal wainscoting. There’s a large bar in the center of the room with tables and booths scattered around it. We’re seated in a booth toward the back.

  The decor is New Orleans Saints-inspired with the fleur-de-lis spray painted on everything. There are random brass instruments strung around the room from the ceiling, and several flat screens surround the bar. I’m sure this place is packed on Saints game days. I see Brooks’ face flash across the screen on ESPN, giving one of his many interviews this week.

  “There’s ya boy!” Blaire shouts and points at the TV.

  “Shh, I don’t want everyone in New Orleans to know.” I enjoy my anonymity.

  “Know what? That you’re dating BROOKS MCCARTHY!” she shouts and starts to draw stares from the crowd, who have now shifted their focus from Brooks’ interview to us.

  “I hate you,” I mumble.

  “No, you don’t.” She blows me a kiss.

  Our waitress interrupts to bring us our dinner.

  “Oh my God! This is delicious,” I say as I offer Blaire a taste of my dish. I’ve never had gumbo before, but I assume this is the best there is – large shrimp, andouille sausage, and a mix of vegetables swimming in a thick stock. There’s a cute little crawfish garnish sitting on a mound of white
rice with some scallions sprinkled on top in the middle of the bowl.

  “So good!” she moans into my spoon. “So, is Brooks going to introduce you to his family while we’re here?”

  “Um,” I pause. They’re here. He told me they were all coming. And his dad never misses a game, so I would assume he wouldn’t miss the biggest one of his son’s career to this point. “I hadn’t really thought about it. I guess with my dad being here, I’d rather just lay low.”

  “KK.” She frowns at me. “Don’t let John ruin this weekend for you, for us, or for Brooks.”

  I know she’s right.

  “How’s Tanner’s family? Are they coming?” I change the subject.

  “Yup, they’re all here. His sister sent me a text this morning. They were out sightseeing too and wanted to grab lunch.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It’s fine. I told them we were together and doing our girl thing.” She smiles.

  “I would have been happy with room service.” I glare at her over my spoon.

  “Uh, never. This is a girls’ trip that happens to contain a football game,” she says with a wink. “But you can come hang with us too. I wouldn’t leave you in the room. His family loves you.”

  That’s true. I’ve met Tanner’s family several times when they’ve come to watch our games. They didn’t miss one during our postseason run last year. They’re really great people, and his sister, Taya, is awesome. It makes me wish I had siblings. Blake’s family on the other hand – yikes. His younger sister Mia looks like she walked off the set of Gossip Girl. She’s prissy and rude. Lucky for us, she’ll be coming to Cambria next year. Since Blake’s mom is a legacy, Mia is already pledged to a sorority. She’ll fit right in. I’m so glad they stopped reproducing after her. His mom, Eleanor, is gorgeous. She could be on Real Housewives of New York. I couldn’t even tell you what his dad, George, is like though, because he never got off his cellphone when we met. He was “working,” which apparently included screaming and swearing at several people over the phone about deadlines.