by Jacie Lennon
“I was afraid of this,” Corbin says.
We are lying on my bed, my head on his chest, as he twirls a lock of my hair around his finger over and over.
“Afraid of what?” I softly run my hand over his chest, back and forth, a calming rhythm.
“A social worker getting involved. I’m terrified of him being put into the system.” His muscles tense, and I raise my head, setting my chin in one hand as I look at him. “What?” he asks as he meets my eyes.
“I haven’t even asked you when your birthday is,” I say, smiling a little.
“December 2. When is yours?”
“February 21,” I murmur, continuing to rub his chest, this time with just the tip of my finger. “So, you plan to file for custody when you turn eighteen?”
“Not exactly. I’ll still be in school, and he can’t live here. I’m going to wait until I graduate and get a stable income. But he deserves better than what he has right now.”
“You’re a good brother, Corbin.”
He’s silent for a moment, one hand tucked under his head as he stares up at the ceiling, a small furrow between his brows.
“I don’t know what to do. I’ve had Brock and Bodhi to help me, but now that I’ve met Andrea, everything has changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m technically an Almadale. I’ve never been on top before—with money, I mean. I’ve always been bottom of the barrel here. But now, she wants to help me, and I hardly know her.”
“Have you been talking to her?” I don’t bring Andrea up much since it’s a weird subject for Corbin right now.
“We’ve had a few conversations. She’s trying, but I don’t know. It’s strange.”
I nod, laying my head back on his chest. I can hear his heart beating, a drumbeat beneath my ear.
“I want to be able to do everything I can for Abe, and if I have to take people up on their offers of help, so be it. Abe is more important to me than debts owed.”
“I don’t think Andrea would view it as a debt.”
“Nothing is ever free, Landry.”
“People who love you do things because they want to, not because they expect something in return.”
“I think it’s a little too soon to be saying she loves me.”
“Maybe so, but I think you should give her a chance. We can figure this out.”
“Hey,” he says, pushing up a little, and I look up at him. “Come here.” He wraps his hand around the back of my head, bringing it closer to his face, and he lays a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’m glad I have you.”
I smile and return the kiss but on his lips. The softness always surprises me, the complete opposite feeling of his hard body beneath my hands. I want to taste them forever as he kisses me back with more passion. He brings his arm down, wrapping it along my body and turning slightly until I’m fully on top of him. I cradle his cheeks in my hands, and a warm feeling washes over me as I look at the heat in his eyes and the smile on his face, all for me.
Only me.
29
Landry
One, two. One, two. Breathe. Again. The water rushing over my body is a welcome distraction from classes and studying, a shady mother, and a charming boy. It’s somewhere I’m familiar and happy. The smell of chlorine is calming to me, and I keep up my chanting in my head with each stroke, each kick, each breath as I shoot from one end of the long pool to the other.
I’m usually alone in here during free swim time. I guess other students aren’t really into swimming laps, except for those on the swim team. I could have joined, but I arrived too late in the summer and missed sign-ups. They are very strict about their policy. So, I busy myself with swimming on my own time. Trixie has come a few times, but it’s not her thing.
I reach the wall and stop, looping both arms over the edge and resting my cheek on my forearm. I take a few deep breaths, still leisurely kicking my legs in the water when I hear a door open on the other end of the room. The clank it makes when closing echoes off the cement and walls surrounding the pool. I glance over my shoulder, seeing who came to disrupt my peace, and my eyes widen.
Corbin stands there, his eyes scanning the room before they land on me, and he shoves his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants. It pushes them down a little, and I can see a sliver of exposed stomach beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
“Hey,” he says softly, the word sounding larger in the silence of the room.
I turn, keeping one arm on the ledge to anchor myself while I face him. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer. I watch as he pulls his T-shirt over his head in that smooth way that guys do, one arm reaching for the hem. It’s like a dance, and then—bam—it’s off. I’m staring at the smooth planes of his shoulders, pecs, and abs. His stomach ripples as he bends, pushing the top of his sweats down, and he steps out of them, standing there in a pair of tight boxer briefs, looking like my wet dream come to life.
He rakes one hand through his hair, and then with a grin, he runs forward and pulls his knees up, rolling into a cannonball before smacking the water. The waves ripple out from where his body hits, lapping at my chest and extending over the edge of the pool a bit, and I laugh. He looks so boyish and carefree, the complete opposite from the Corbin I know.
His head pops up in front of me, and he wraps strong hands around my waist, crashing me to him. I giggle and curl my legs around his waist, almost as if my body were working on its own without a conscious thought from me. He drags me from the wall, holding me above the water with his strong kicks, and we are suspended in the middle of the pool, like we’re floating in our own universe.
I place my hands on either side of his face, holding him as my eyes search his. It’s like a scene from a damn romantic movie, but this is my life. This is happening.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs right before I crash my lips to his.
Our breaths mingle as our mouths work in tandem, pleasure coursing through my body at the contact. It brings back vivid memories of the other times we have touched, caressed, and orgasmed together.
I press my hips in closer, feeling him grow hard. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss as his legs stop, and we slowly sink below the water. We hit the bottom, me sitting on top of him, our mouths still attached. The water rushing around our ears is silent, cocooning us in a bubble that I never want to leave. I open my eyes, pulling back, looking at him in the distorted view my eyes give me underwater. He’s still beautiful, and I ache to have him inside me again.
He wraps an arm around my waist, pushing off from the bottom and propelling us up and out of the surface. We suck in air and hold each other, laughing.
We freeze when we hear voices coming from the locker room. Free swim is almost over, and there must be a practice today. Corbin slowly releases me and climbs up the side, the water running off him, falling from his soaked briefs that hide nothing now that they are clinging to his skin. He leans down to help me out, pulling me up with ease and against his chest.
“Want to get out of here?” he murmurs against my hair, and I nod.
I scoop down and grab my shoes and bag, which holds my clothes and towel, and he pulls me along, only letting go of my hand to pick up his clothing. We burst out of the doors, breathless as chills coat our wet, mostly naked bodies. But I don’t care as I run alongside him in my swimsuit while he smirks at students staring at us. We make quite a pair.
He pulls me through the lobby of the boys’ dorm, winking at the security guard on duty, who raises his hand in a fist bump as we pass by. As soon as we get in the elevator, Corbin backs me into the wall and pushes a knee between my legs, pressing against that sweet spot that makes me shift against him, looking for more friction. It looks like we might christen every elevator on this campus, and I’m okay with that. I hold on to him, craning my neck to the side as he sucks on the base of it, one hand cupping my breast and the other tangled in my wet hair.
The elevator ding
s, and the doors slide open. We disentangle amid catcalls from the boys milling around the open space, and Corbin clutches my hand, pulling me down the hallway to the RA room they took over. Swiping his key card, he throws open the door, and I sigh in relief when I see it’s empty.
He twirls me around, kicking the door shut with his foot and touching his forehead to mine. Our bodies are aligned, his briefs soaking the bottom half of my formerly almost-dry swimsuit. He keeps his head against mine as his hands come up, sliding the straps of my one-piece down my shoulders and continuing along my arms until my breasts pop free. I hook my fingers into his boxers, pushing them down, as he strips my swimsuit as far as it will go, and I yank my hands free of the straps.
“God, I want to feel you again,” he says, tilting his mouth down and laying a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“What are you waiting for?” I say, a smile taking over my face as I wiggle the rest of the way out of my swimsuit.
He steps back, taking me in from head to toe, and I laugh a little of the sight of him. His briefs caught halfway on his thighs, his hard cock exposed, saluting me.
“You’re going to give me a complex if you laugh every time you see my cock,” he says, a smirk on his lips.
“I’m sorry. I’m being bad; you should punish me,” I say in a sultry voice, turning a little and sticking my ass out.
His hand strikes hard and fast, slapping me across one ass cheek, and I gasp, my eyes flying to his. He reaches out, smoothing his hand across where I can see a red mark blooming.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he murmurs, turning me to face him, grabbing a handful, and pulling me in.
His other hand pushes his briefs the rest of the way down, and then I’m against him, his dick throbbing between us.
I sink to my knees, one hand wrapping around him, and he groans, rocking his hips toward me. I relish in the power I have right now. I like the heady sensation it gives me when I open my mouth and take him in, feeling him hit the back of my throat and watching him shudder. I pull back and twirl my tongue around the head of him, flattening it on the underside and pressing up. His cock twitches in my mouth as I suck again, drawing him in, and I work the base with my hand.
He fists my hair, hissing through his teeth, and then I’m being turned around to face the bed. He runs two fingers through my slit, his arms snaking around me and I moan at the sensation. I’m wet, and he’s gliding through me.
“Damn, so wet. Fuckin’ soaked,” he says behind me.
Then, he pushes me down, my chest hitting the mattress, and his hands spread me open. I flinch as he runs a finger over my asshole, bearing down a little, and he chuckles.
“How does that feel, dirty girl? Want me to fuck you here?”
I groan into the bed, and he chuckles again.
“I won’t today. But I’m going to eventually.”
I can’t do anything but lie there, clenching at the picture rolling through my mind. A spasm rocks through me, and I shift a little.
“You like the thought of it, don’t you?” he asks, pulling my head up a little so I can answer.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he smirks.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.” He lets go of my hair, and then after quickly sheathing himself in a condom, he pushes into me with one quick thrust.
I jerk forward, my back arching at the intrusion, but I love every minute of it. I love him taking control, touching my body, and knowing what I want before I do.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my hands grappling for the covers as he sets a quick rhythm.
The bed squeaks, inching across the floor with each movement, and my breaths are heavy. I let out a noise with each thrust, squealing when his hand smacks my ass again, igniting the burn all over.
My orgasm comes on quickly, no warning as it rocks through me, and I go rigid as it consumes me. As I come down, my legs go weak, and before they collapse, Corbin hooks each one, putting me fully on the bed. Then, he pulls my hips back toward him and drives into me over and over. I reach back, wrapping my hand around his neck and pressing my back against his front, slowing him down. His hand comes around my waist, sliding up my stomach and he grabs my breast, squeezing as he releases a long breath against my skin.
“I never want this to end,” I whisper, and I feel him nod against my shoulder.
He pulls out, flipping me over to sit on the bed, and I’m boneless, unable to resist whatever he wants. He shifts me up, pulling my leg up and placing my foot against the bedside table. He drops between my spread legs, and I watch his face disappear, his tongue diving into my wet pussy with vigor. His licking and sucking bring me to the edge for the second time, and right before I go over, he stops.
“No,” I moan, and he chuckles.
“Hold on, dirty girl,” he says, standing and fisting himself above me.
I lie back and watch the show. His abs flex as he sucks in ragged breaths, pumping his cock in front of me, and it’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
“Rub your clit,” he says, staring down at me.
I reach between my legs, swirling my fingers through my wetness before landing on the sensitive nub. His pupils are huge, taking everything in. I cry out, and he jerks forward with a hiss.
“Fuck.”
“I’m so close,” I say as I continue to touch myself, rubbing my clit in circles, my eyes fastened on his hand stroking his cock back and forth.
I arch my hips as the fire starts in my arms and legs, working toward my core and back out again as I succumb to my orgasm. He stares at me, his hand moving faster, as I throw my head back and ride out my pleasure.
“Look at me. Watch me come all over you,” he commands, and I do. His cum coats me, dripping down my breasts and stomach. He smiles down at me, hand still wrapped around his cock as we stare at each other.
It’s never been like this before. I’ve never felt so satisfied or understood or known.
“Hold on,” he says, crossing to the bathroom and grabbing a towel from the rack.
He walks back over, rubbing it over my stomach and tits, cleaning me up, and I lie there, watching him. I can’t move; I’m so satisfied. I just want to turn over and sleep.
“Stay with me,” he says, mirroring my thoughts.
I smile and nod. I push with my foot still against the bedside table, trying to sit up, but I tip over the table instead. It crashes to the side, scattering items from the drawers as I rise onto my elbows.
“Oops. Sorry.” I grimace.
He shakes his head, handing me a large T-shirt. “You don’t know your strength.” He chuckles.
I swing my legs over, perching on the side of the bed. I grab the T-shirt and slip it over my head before bending down to help him put the drawers back together.
“No, you don’t have to do that.” He puts out an arm, and I frown, looking up at him.
“What? I knocked it over, so I’m helping.” I pick up a few items, depositing them in one of the drawers.
“It’s fine,” he says sharply, and I cut my eyes to his.
Why is he acting like this?
I pick up a few more things before my hand wraps around something familiar, and I gasp. I look up at him as he rakes a hand down his face.
“Landry, I can explain.”
“Please do. Explain why you have my phone,” I spit out, and he puts his hands on his hips, staring at me. “I’m waiting.” I stand up and face him, hand clenching my phone so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. At this point, I feel like you are always going to be ‘explaining’ things to me.”
“It was before,” he says, holding his hands out, and I glare at him.
“Put some pants on.” It’s hard to argue with a naked person.
He quickly grabs some shorts from his drawer and slips them on before advancing toward me. I throw up a hand to stop him, and he immediately does. I can’t have him close to me. I can’t let him touch me. It will weaken my resolve, and right no
w, I’m furious.
“I can’t believe you would stoop to that level. Stealing something is—” I stop myself, my eyes widening when I choke on the word I was going to say.
Horrible.
Stealing is horrible, and that’s what my mom was doing to the Montgomerys. I start to understand how they feel a little, and my gut churns, anger and loathing mixing inside me.
“You stole something from me because that’s what you and Brock and Bodhi thought I was doing. A little hypocritical, isn’t it?” I say the last sentence on a whisper, tears gathering in my eyes.
The wonderful moment we shared is ripped to shreds at this revelation, and all I want to do is escape.
“I need to be by myself.”
I throw the door open as Corbin reaches his hand out. He tries to say something, but I don’t wait to hear it. This might be a little self-destructive, but I’m tired of feeling like I’m a pawn in their game.
I freeze, standing outside the door as heads whip my way. A few catcalls break into my thoughts, and I bolt, registering phones in my face as I dart down the hallway, rapidly hitting the elevator button as if that would make it appear quicker.
When I remember I’m not wearing any panties, I pull down the hem of my T-shirt—Corbin’s T-shirt—to cover some more inches of my exposed thighs.
Fuck.
Finally, the elevator doors open, and I launch myself inside, turning in time to see Corbin staring at me from outside his room. He doesn’t bother to chase after me.
Shocker.
My back hits the wall, but this time, there isn’t a hard body pushing into me from the other side. There’s only my half-naked body with my cum still coating the inside of my thighs.
30
Corbin
“Come on. We’re getting your ass out of this room,” Bodhi says from the doorway.
He looks at me lying on my bed, throwing a ball at the ceiling and then catching it. Or sometimes, not catching it, but I relish in the feeling when it hits my face. I deserve it—the pain.