Wanton

by Malone, M.

  “Her name is Talia. She just transferred to NYU this year. I’ve been a little worried about her. She’s not strong like you are. All Talia has ever cared about are books, and I don’t even think she’s ever had a boyfriend. I’d hate for her to get taken advantage of.”

  “You’re a good big brother. And I’m sure she's much tougher than you give her credit for. She’s related to you, after all. The guy who told me five seconds after meeting that you’d walk around naked if you wanted, and I could shove it.”

  I winced. “Sorry about that. I can be a bit…”

  “Of a dick?” Natalie supplied. “Yeah, I know. I figured that out on my own, thanks.”

  “Ha, ha. Smartass. You’re not exactly an angel yourself. Inviting guys over and talking about cocks in my living room. You knew exactly what you were doing to me.”

  “Oh? What was I doing to you?” Natalie raised her eyebrows.

  “Giving me blue balls, for starters.”

  She snorted. “That was for our research paper. Not to tease your dirty fantasies.”

  I parked the car in front of our building. I turned off the ignition and we sat in silence, the only sound in the car my harsh breathing.

  “You have no idea how many dirty fantasies I’ve had about you, Natalie. In my bed, in my shower, hell, even in the kitchen.”

  “Really?” She looked at me from the corner of her eye. “Want to show me?”

  I almost hurt myself, I jumped out of the car so fast. “Upstairs. Right now, you little tease.”

  12

  I should have been ashamed. My uncle was in the hospital, and here I was flirting with Trevor like some hussy. But my emotions felt like they’d been caught in a blender, swinging from fear to elation when I discovered that my uncle would be okay. And having Trevor right there by my side the whole time had done something to me.

  It was a dangerous fantasy, to imagine that Trevor really cared about me. We were having fun. That was all. I wasn’t even ready for something serious after dealing with Brian’s bullshit. But I couldn’t deny how nice and how arousing it was to have a man take care of things the way Trevor had today. As soon as he’d seen what we needed, he’d taken charge and just done what needed to be done.

  A take-charge man was a sexy thing.

  Now I wanted to show him just how hot he’d made me.

  “Okay, we’re upstairs. What should I do now?” I giggled when Trevor almost tripped trying to get his jeans off.

  I sat primly on the edge of the couch, watching as he struggled to remove his clothes. When I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, Trevor stopped me with one hand.

  “No, let me. I don’t want to miss the good stuff.”

  He focused on the swells of my breasts through my shirt, his hands kneading and shaping. When he tugged, I raised my arms so he could pull the shirt over my head. At his motion, I stood, and allowed him to peel my jeans down my legs. Soon, I stood before him in my bra and panties, shivering under his hot gaze. The way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest creature on the planet. It was hard to admit, but Brian’s betrayal had really shaken my confidence.

  Now I had the incredibly hot Trevor Hamilton kneeling at my feet and looking like he was ready to worship me with his tongue. It would be hard for any girl not to get a little buzz from that.

  “You are so beautiful, Natalie. I should be taking care of you right now, and yet, you have me thinking about fucking you against the wall.”

  I shivered at his dirty words. “You are taking care of me. This is what I need.”

  He regarded me for a long moment before he nodded. “This is what I need, too.”

  There was something grave about the way he said it, like the words had more meaning than what was on the surface. He unhooked my bra and helped me step out of my panties, his fingers trailing over my skin like I was the most delicate treasure. But before I could examine that too closely, Trevor picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I squealed in outrage, but secretly was thrilled at the barbaric display.

  When he put me down gently on his bed, I spread out my arms, getting comfortable. Our first time hadn’t been anywhere near a bed. I flushed and giggled at the thought

  “What are you laughing at, beautiful?”

  “This is the first time we’ll be in a proper bed.”

  Trevor tilted his head to the side as he thought about it, a gesture I found endearing. Then he shrugged.

  “So it is. But it won’t be the last. Get used to being in my bed.” His mouth covered mine and his tongue pushed past the barrier of my lips.

  I could only hold on, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I surrendered to his kiss. He tasted of sweets and coffee, a combination that would always make me think of Trevor. His hand snuck underneath and grasped the curve of my bottom. I gasped into his mouth at the contact, the sudden grip on my flesh forcing my hips to tilt. The new angle allowed him to settle right against my core, making me cry out in delight.

  Trevor’s dark chuckle only made me wetter. He was so arrogant, but in the bedroom, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was arrogant in this case because he knew he had the goods to deliver exactly what I needed. I shivered as he ground his cock against my wet core. I had never been the type to beg, but I knew what he could do with it. And I needed it.

  I pushed on his shoulders until he rolled onto his back. A naked Trevor spread out for me to enjoy was an enticing sight. I took the opportunity to run my hands all over his sculpted chest and shredded abs. The man was too beautiful for words. His cock stood up proudly, and I licked my lips when a bead of moisture appeared at the tip.

  Trevor groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a little tease.”

  I scooted down on the bed until his cock was right in front of my face, and he could feel the warmth of my breath. He inhaled sharply when I took him all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Oh, shit. Natalie, that feels so good.”

  I moaned around his length, knowing the vibrations would drive him crazy. His jaw clenched, and he let out a strangled grunt. Maybe he was right and I was a tease, because it was incredibly satisfying to watch Trevor unravel as I tormented him with my mouth. He pulsed, thick and needy, on my tongue, and I sucked hard.

  “Fuck, yes.” Trevor’s hand snaked into my hair, and I moaned at the bite of pain. His eyes held mine, and I found myself unable to look away.

  It was the most intense connection I’d ever experienced, to allow Trevor to fuck my mouth as he watched the whole thing. I knew it had to be a sexy sight because I felt it, too. He couldn’t take his eyes off my mouth, seemingly riveted by the sight of his thick cock forcing its way between my lips.

  “Jesus, you are going to kill me.” He pulled out reluctantly and I whimpered, not ready to lose that thick, powerful stalk just yet.

  But he wasn’t done with me, not by a long shot. I moaned helplessly as he didn’t release his hold on my hair. I felt completely at his mercy as he turned me around and pushed my head down to the mattress.

  “Trevor, please.” My pleading only made him chuckle as he got in position behind me. The way he held me down only increased the anticipation since I couldn’t see what he was doing; I could only feel.

  The first thrust went so deep I cried out in shock. Pleasure bloomed and coiled in my belly as he thrust again, his strong hand still holding me down to take his thrusts. To take whatever he had to give.

  I wailed as my orgasm crashed through me, my helpless position only fueling it. Trevor moaned as my muscles tightened around him, riding out my orgasm and stroking deeper to prolong it.

  When I collapsed, exhausted, he gave me a few seconds to catch my breath, and then pulled out. When I saw that he was still hard, my eyes flew up to his.

  “You didn’t–“

  He shook his head. “No. I’m not anywhere near done with you.”

  * * *

  I thrilled at the sight of Natalie, naked and satisfied in my bed. But something wouldn’t let me end this. I needed more th
an for her to just be satisfied. Something dark inside wanted to hear her scream my name. I needed to take her hard and make sure that I gave her more than any other man ever had.

  Why I needed that, well, I wasn’t quite ready to examine that yet.

  Natalie watched me with glittering eyes as I reached over to the night table and pulled out a strip of condoms. Her breathing got faster as her eyes went down to where I rolled one over my swollen cock. I came down on top of her, using one arm to hold myself up while the other plumped and played with one tempting breast. Her soft moans urged me to taste one sweet cherry nipple, my tongue snaking out to lick it.

  Her mouth fell open when she felt my cock slide through her wetness. It felt so damn good that I did it again, using my hard shaft to bump her clit. We moaned together this time, and I lost the tether on my control.

  Natalie surged upward at my first deep thrust.

  “Trevor! Oh my God.” Her nails dug into my forearms as she came again, her internal muscles going crazy around me.

  I grunted through the pain, but it only enhanced the visceral pleasure of watching her come. Her orgasm only enflamed me, and I pulled back and slammed home again. Natalie held on as I thrust again and again, keeping pace with me and squeezing me until I thought I’d die from the sheer, white-hot pleasure.

  Then she clamped down on me again and I came violently, the convulsive release taking everything I had. All the emotion, all the pain, all the rage came with it, and I felt like I was pouring out my soul. Unable to help myself, I collapsed on top of her, my head pillowed on her full breast.

  Once I finally recovered enough to move, I turned my head slowly. Natalie smiled down at me lazily.

  “Hi,” she said sweetly.

  It was such a simple thing, but I knew then that I never wanted to let this woman go.

  “Hi,” I answered back, happier than I’d been in ages.

  Afraid that she’d be able to see how sappy and completely, ridiculously satisfied I was if I looked at her too long, I pulled out of her gently. I needed a shower. Maybe in the time it took to clean my body, I could get my emotions under control.

  No woman should have this kind of power over a man’s heart. I’d already learned what happened when you let your guard down and allowed yourself to love someone. They had the power to hurt you. Courtney had shared two years of my life and then walked away like it was nothing.

  Already, what I felt for Natalie eclipsed every emotion I’d ever had before. It was so big, this sense of rightness that I felt around her, and it scared the hell out of me. If I felt this much for Natalie already, what would happen when she eventually moved on?

  Somehow, I didn’t think I’d recover a second time.

  “I’m going to take a shower.” I kissed her forehead, avoiding her searching gaze.

  It made me feel like a bit of an asshole that I was leaving her right after sex, but that was how it was supposed to go, right? Casual sex wasn’t supposed to be about cuddling and feelings. So I had to cut off the desires that made me want to crawl back into bed and rest my head on her soft breast again. Maybe a cold shower would shock me back to my senses.

  Ten minutes later, I looked down at my hard cock and cursed. The cold water hadn’t helped at all, and I was still fighting the urge to go back into the room and climb on top of Natalie again.

  She’s right there, naked and ready, my mind taunted me. Go and make her yours.

  I was about to turn the water off when slim arms encircled me from behind. Natalie’s breasts pressed against my back, and all the rest of my blood shot to his cock.

  “Do you mind if I join you?” She reached around me and turned the water temperature back up.

  She didn’t comment on why I was taking a cold shower after sex, but just glanced down at my erection. Her eyebrow quirked and she grinned.

  “You could have let me take care of this, you know. I don’t mind.”

  Before I could blink, she was on her knees and had that hard, aching part of me between her lips. I gave up on gaining any control over the situation, and allowed my head to fall back against the tile.

  If I was going down, I might as well enjoy the ride.

  13

  I stretched my arms over my head and snuggled deeper under the covers. I was exhausted and sore, and I felt freaking amazing. I patted around the bed for Trevor, but he was gone. Instead, I found a note.

  I just went to finish work on a project. If you wake up and miss me, come find me.

  I grinned, but the rational part of my brain intruded. Don't get too comfortable.

  I shoved the thought away. But I had to wonder… what was going to happen now? Grabbing a pillow, I dragged it over my head. Physically, we worked. Like, really worked. My skin was still buzzing from the electricity of his touch. But what did this mean? He was still getting over his ex, and I clearly had some trust issues.

  It's not like we’d had any conversations about what we were doing here. Everything in the library had happened in a blur of hormones and tongues. And then we’d come home to find everything in crisis. So we had to go.

  After the adrenaline spike of my uncle’s hospital visit, I’d needed comfort. I giggled, thinking about just how he comforted me. There hadn’t been much time for conversation.

  I still couldn’t believe he’d wanted me to stay with him all last night. I hadn't expected it. I hadn’t even asked. As soon as I’d received the news, he’d just said "Let's go."

  What in the world had I done to deserve him?

  He's not yours.

  This was true. It seemed like things worked better when we actually had conversations. Which meant we were going to have to address the whole ‘Hey, we’re still roommates and we boned’ situation. Was this a thing, or was it nothing?

  Well, how do you feel about it?

  I wanted to do it again. And again, and again. I liked him. Even when he was being an arrogant ass, he was still kind of snarky and funny. But also, he could have those totally sweet moments. Not to mention, he was smart, like really damn smart.

  Time to stop procrastinating. I ditched the pillow and pushed up to a sitting position in bed. I was so screwed. I really liked him. One moment, we were sniping at each other, well, more him sniping at me, pushing my buttons. The next, he’d kissed me in the kitchen, and I was being distracted by his morning moaning in the shower.

  Then the next thing I knew, we were making love in the stacks at the library. And he was holding my hand in the hospital, telling me it was going to be okay.

  After Brian, I hadn't thought I was capable of falling for someone again. Trust was a problem. And with someone as good-looking as Trevor, no doubt he had a million girls following him around. Would I be able to trust him? Would I be constantly worried about him screwing someone else?

  You’re getting ahead of yourself.

  Conversation first. And if he wanted to be friends with benefits, I could be okay with that.

  No, you can't.

  Okay, fine. No, I couldn't. I knew myself. Eventually, I’d be looking for more, and that was where I would get burned. That's not you. And that will hurt. Because there would be others.

  I had to stop being a coward and go talk to him. We could have this conversation like adults. Because at the end of the day, letting him go now would be a hell of a lot easier than getting really attached to him and having to let him go later.

  I tossed on a T-shirt before padding out into the hallway. But when I opened the door, I froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

  "I brought you doughnuts. I figured since you were studying hard, and have a sweet tooth, I’d bring you a little sugar to help keep you going,” she cooed.

  My stomach squeezed, even as I threw up a little in my mouth. That was Jenny of the big-boob and little-brain fame. Despite myself, I couldn't help but lean in and listen.

  "Jenny, you can’t be here right now."

  She shrugged. "Look, I know it's early. And you’ve probably got studying or some ot
her sexy thing you do shirtless and with glasses on. But you never called me after the other night. And you know, this girl was starting to get her feelings hurt." She sidled up to him. "I figured I'd give you a chance to make it up to me."

  Trevor stepped away from her. "I was meaning to call you."

  Jenny grinned and stepped forward again. This time she wrapped her hand around his–

  I didn’t wait to see what else happened. It was time to go.

  I was careful to close my bedroom door with a soft click before leaning against it, sharp, ragged breaths tearing out of my chest.

  What the hell was wrong with me? How did this keep happening to me? This is what you get for sleeping with your roommate. I had to get the hell out of here. Without over-thinking, I grabbed a duffel bag and threw some clothes in before snatching up my backpack. I was dressed and in the hallway in five minutes.

  I tried to bypass Trevor, but he called out. "Natalie? Where are you going?"

  Unable to help the sob, I blurted out, "I figured you’d be too busy with Jenny to notice me leaving. Don’t worry, I’m out of your hair."

  I didn't look back when the door slammed behind me.

  * * *

  I called after her. "Natalie, wait. It’s not what it looks like." She was already gone.

  I only hesitated for a moment before sprinting into my room and grabbing my running shoes. I barely had them on before I yanked open the front door to go after her. I stopped short when I found Professor Washington with her hand raised about to knock on the door.

  "Professor. What are you doing here? Is everything okay with your husband?"

  "Yes. He's fine. He's in recovery and doing well. I just came because Natalie forgot her phone." She held up the phone for me to see.

  "Oh. You just missed her. I'm actually headed out after her. She's upset. We had a fight. Actually, not really even a fight."

  Damn it. Why was I telling her all of this?