by Cathryn Fox
“Get that condom on me now.”
She works the condom over my girth and once I’m sheathed, I take her shoulders and set her back onto the pillow. A little whimper works its way out of her throat as I fall over her, taking one nipple into my mouth. I really haven’t spent enough time here. Next time. Her legs go around my back as I slide up and capture her lush lips for a deep, hard kiss, born of need—weeks of need.
My crown instinctively finds her hot, wet opening, and I jerk my hips forward to give her an inch.
“Ooh,” she says as I stretch her open. She wiggles beneath me, but I need to take it slow. I don’t want her sore. I don’t want her to feel anything but pleasure. “Christian,” she murmurs, and I revel in the sound as I slide in a little deeper.
“You good?”
“So good,” she purrs, and rakes her fingers through my hair. Her hips move and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep it together. “More, please.”
I slide deeper, and deeper, until I’m buried inside her, every inch squeezed by her hot tight muscles. I don’t move when I hit her cervix, I don’t even breathe. I want to stay like this for an extra second and bask in the intense pleasure prowling through my veins, and try not to come as it tugs my balls.
“You are so goddamn tight, this is going to be hard for me,” I admit.
She chuckles slightly. “Hard being the key word here, Christian.”
Her teasing brings a laugh to my lips and it’s funny, really. I’ve never laughed during sex before.
“It’s okay if you don’t last,” she says, and cups my cheeks. I frown at her, because it’s not okay at all. “I probably won’t come again.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t think I…can.”
“Mind if I try?”
She smiles. “Not at all. Don’t feel bad if I don’t, though, because we can do it again later.”
I smile and kiss her. “Yeah, we can, can’t we?”
Her grin falls, and she orders in a commanding voice, “Now fuck me, Christian.”
My head rears back and I stare at her for a long second, then I laugh. “Okay then. The woman gets what the woman wants.” I take her hands, knowing how she likes when I restrain her, I put them above her head and hold them there. Her chest heaves with approval, her breathing growing a little rough. I pull almost all the way out and with one quick thrust, fill her again. Her mouth and eyes open wide, but no sound comes. Yeah, that’s it. That’s exactly what it’s going to take to make her come again. She’d better hang on for the ride.
I move my hips, my pelvis stroking her clit with each thrust, and she lays there immobile, like she no longer remembers how to move, but that’s okay. I’m happy to take over. I pound into her, hitting her cervix with each thrust and her eyes gloss over with pleasure. I take it she’s never had a full-body orgasm before. That changes now.
“Christian…” she whimpers as my balls ache, needing release, but I hold on. Right now, this is all about her. She grows wetter, and my cock slides in and out, pushing her open, stretching her with each thrust. I let one hand go, and reposition to apply constant pressure to her clit.
She begins to chant my name, and her hand goes to my back. Her nails drag skin as she claws at me, like she’s struggling for something to grasp on to, something to ground her, but I don’t want her grounded, I want her to fly because I’ll be here to catch her. She’s safe with me and she needs to know that.
“I’ve got you, Maize.” I slide one hand around her back, and hold her to me, our chests pressed together as I fuck her hard and stroke her clit. “Let go, I’ve got you.”
A cry escapes her lips and her pussy clenches so hard around my cock, I swear to God, I nearly black out. I take a few fast breaths as her hot juices sear my dick, a sweet torturous heat that teases my own release. I push deep, and unable to hold back for one more second, I spill my seed into my condom, wishing for the first time in my entire life, there wasn’t a barrier separating us.
“Sweet Jesus,” I murmur as our bodies quake together, moisture sealing us as one, as I collapse on top of her. I find her mouth, kiss her deeply, and snuggle into her, unable to get close enough. We hold onto one another, and with my cock still buried inside her, her small chuckle reverberates through me. I lift my head, angle it, when I see the corners of her mouth turning up. “Something funny?” I ask, this strange lightness inside me, bringing on my own laugh.
She laughs harder, and unable to help myself I do to. My God, it’s so good to let go. It’s like the weight of the world is suddenly off my shoulders. After the laughter subsides, I shake my head.
“Why the hell were we laughing?”
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. I get a ton of endorphins from running, but not like this.” She laughs again and adds, “If I’d known sex was like this, I’d have been doing it every night since I first enrolled at Kingston.”
“Every night?” I ask. “What about the chafing?”
That brings on another burst of laughter, and our bodies rock together as we let go and enjoy the moment. I pull out of her, and slide to the side, our laughter still filling the room. Quickly discarding the condom, I wipe up and grab a few tissues to clean her. She reaches for them, but I wave her hands away, and she watches me closely as I wipe between her legs.
Her cheeks are red, her eyes glossy, and so sated my chest swells with pride as I toss the tissues away and roll toward her. That’s when a loud bang assaults our ears, and someone kicks in my door. What the fuck?
14
Maize
My heart jumps into my throat as Christian’s door gets kicked in and in falls a very drunk baller. He hits the floor with a loud bang, and curses spill from his lips. Christian jumps up, quickly reaches for his jeans, and tugs them on. As the guy struggles to get up, Christian turns to me, pulls the blankets up to my neck and sits on the edge of the bed to shield me from anyone’s view. I try to look around him to see what all the commotion is about, but he’s too wide.
“What the fuck are you doing, Channing?”
The guy named Channing grumbles something, and while I can’t see him, from the sounds he’s making, I’m guessing he’s trying to stand and is having a hard time doing it. Suddenly there is another set of footsteps in the room.
“Do you two mind?” Christian says, his voice a warning growl through clenched teeth. His back muscles are so tight, I fear if I touch him, something might snap.
“Oh, who are you with?” the second person asks, and Christian leans back to prevent him from seeing. “None of your fucking business. What the hell is going on, Evan?”
“We were just fucking around. Didn’t mean to bust your lock. Since when do you lock your door anyway?”
“Since none of your fucking business. Now get out.”
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Evan asks. “You used to be more fun.”
“You have two seconds to leave before I show you how fun my fist is.”
“Fine, fine, we’re going.” An oomph sound fills the room as Christian shifts on the bed, and scrubs his face. “Let’s go, Channing,” Evan grumbles. The two disappear and the door slams shut. Christian turns my way, his blue eyes hard, mean.
“I’m sorry, Maize.” He gives a shake of his head. “Those assholes can get out of control after a win.”
“It’s okay,” I say and put my hand on his chest, his heartbeat strong against my palm.
“I didn’t want them to see you.”
“I don’t think they did,” I say, part of me assuming it’s because I’m naked while another part of me worries that he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s slept with the nerdy track star.
He worshipped you, Maize.
Wanting that thought to overrule all others, I pull him to me, take pleasure in his strength and warmth. “You’re too far away.”
He stiffens and inches back and worry once again creeps in, takes hold of my stom
ach and pushes back my post-orgasmic bliss.
“I can’t believe they broke the fucking lock.” He stands, glances over his shoulder and adjusts the blanket around me, until I’m mummified. Once I’m immobilized, he grabs a chair and puts it under the knob, testing it to make sure no one can get in. “I’ll get this fixed first thing tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I say, and stare at his tight back as he leaves the room without a word, without looking at me. I watch him go into the bathroom, and can’t help but think he’s more upset than he should be. If he’s never locked his door before, surely to God, one of the guys in the house must have walked in on him and one of his hookups in the past. Privacy doesn’t seem to be a big deal around here, yet when it comes to me, he’s very secretive. Old insecurities come back to haunt me, and I try really, really hard to push them down. Tonight was perfect, and I can’t get into my head, can’t start overthinking things, and let the past ruin what beautiful things I just experienced here.
The shower turns on and my heart sinks into my stomach. So this is what post-sex looks like with Christian Moore. We have mind-blowing orgasms, and he walks away afterward, discarding me without a word and leaving me in his bed, a hot mess, while he showers. I lay there and stare at the white ceiling, trying not to cry, and the next thing I know he’s standing over me, his mood a bit more mellow.
“I thought you were sleeping, you were so still.”
“You wrapped me pretty tight, Christian. I can’t move.”
He laughs lightly. “I just wanted to make sure you were covered in case one of those assholes came in here again.” He tugs the blankets and frees me. “Come here,” he says, and tugs me until I’m sitting. “How’s your ankle?”
For a second, I have no idea what he’s talking about, then my brain starts working again. “It’s good.”
“Okay,” he says and scoops me up.
I yelp as he carries me into the bathroom and sets me on the edge of the tub. My stupid heart takes that moment to thump. He was in here running a bath for me, when I thought he was just discarding me. I reach down and touch warm, inviting water.
He crouches down beside me, and brushes my hair over my shoulder, and the fact that I’m naked and he’s only in his jeans really sinks in. More importantly, I’m okay with it. It feels so natural to be with him like this.
“Need me to help you in?” he asks.
I take in his deep blue eyes, the softness in them as his gaze moves over my face. “Yes, please.”
He carefully picks me up and sets me in the tub, but then I make a big splash, soaking his chest, his jeans, the floor.
“Oops,” I say innocently.
He grins. “You’re telling me you didn’t do that on purpose?”
I bat my lashes at him. “I never said that.”
He angles his head, a grin toying with the corners of his mouth. “You’re saying you did do it on purpose.”
“I never said that either.”
“Then what—”
“If you’d stop talking for a second, I could tell you that I soaked you because this tub is big enough for two and I’d really like it if you got out of those wet pants and joined me.”
He inches back a bit, his eyes wide. “Really?” he asks, like the thought of us bathing together is ludicrous. What, has he never gotten into the tub with a girl before? Maybe he hasn’t. I sure as hell haven’t bathed with a guy before and I kind of like the idea that I could be his first—for something.
He pushes to his feet, reaches for the button on his jeans and tugs. “Wait. If I get naked, you’re not going to try to put your mouth on my cock again, are you?”
I chuckle at his playfulness. “No.”
He snaps his fingers. “It was worth a try,” he grumps, his mood light now, and it pulls an airy laugh from my throat. I lean forward to make room for him, and he climbs in behind me, his legs stretching out beside mine. We both go quiet for a long time, lost in our thoughts, and I lightly run my fingers along the top of the water.
“Christian,” I finally say, breaking the comfortable quiet.
“Yeah.”
“I really like…fucking you.”
He pulls me back, until my head is against his hard chest, and he lifts his hands from the water and lets the droplets fall over my nipples. “I really like fucking you too.”
“We’re going to do more of that, right?” I roll my eyes. Way not to sound eager, Maize.
“Yeah, sweetness. We’re going to do that again. A lot. You said yourself you should have been doing it since first year. We have a lot of fucking to make up for.”
I settle against him, never having felt so comfortable with any guy, in any situation, sexual or otherwise. “Okay,” I say quietly. He runs his hands over my arms and upper thighs, and I let my lids close. “How long do you think the party will go on tonight?”
“Too long,” he says, and I angle my head at the tightness in his voice. “I should have moved out a long time ago.”
“My place isn’t noisy, it’s just run down.” I frown, realizing it won’t be totally run down for long. Kaitlyn said the roofers had already started, which of course makes it noisy, and soon enough my ankle will be healed, and I’ll be able to move back. Jeez, I wish that didn’t give me a stupid lump in my throat. This situation is temporary, and I’d be wise to remember that.
He gives an easy laugh. “Maybe we should both move into a place together.”
I laugh at that too, because he’s kidding. At least I think he’s kidding. Yeah, he’s kidding. “Soon enough I’ll be healed and out of your hair, Christian.” I wait for a second, and what he says next is like a slap to the face.
“Yeah…”
What, did I think he was going to try to convince me he was serious and that we should really shack up in a place, where I’m not a prisoner in his bedroom? Not that I’m a prisoner, but I usually only come and go out the back door and when no one else is around.
Not wanting to ruin our mellow moods, but wanting to bring it up just the same, I start, “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Sounds serious.” He runs his hand along my neck, and smooths my hair from my face, his touch brings on goosebumps and I sink deeper into the water, his now flaccid cock against my back.
“You paid my medical bills, didn’t you?”
He stiffens for the briefest of seconds, but it’s enough for me to know I’m right. “What makes you think that?”
I sit up, turn in the tub and spread my sore leg out until it’s across his lap. He lightly strokes it, his hand a gentle sweep that seeps into my bones, and warms me in a way I’ve never been warmed before. My heart thumps as I look at him, take in the curves of his face, the warmth in his eyes. My God, not only is he the handsomest man on the planet, he’s the sweetest, too. I can’t be reading this guy wrong. I just can’t be.
“I’m going to pay you back,” I state adamantly.
“Okay,” he says.
That’s it? Okay? That’s all he has to say. He’s not even going to ask me how? Does he not believe me?
“Christian, I mean it.” I tug the hairs on one of his legs and he yelps and pulls back. I grin. “Don’t mess with me. I can be mean.” Not true. I really don’t have a mean bone in my body, though at times, I wish I did.
“Okay,” he says again. “I won’t mess with you, killer. You’re going to pay me back. I get it.”
“Like you, I stand behind my word.”
A warm, barely there smile touches the corner of his mouth. He likes that I have faith in him. It makes me wonder though, has no one ever trusted this guy, believed in him? Or is it just that he never lets anyone in. Is he really letting you in, though, Maize? You slept with him. That’s all. Why the hell then does it feel like so much more. Oh, maybe because I’m a ridiculous, emotional girl and there is a part of me that’s still back in that closet wanting to be liked by the boy who set out to ridicule me, and the mean girls waiting to laugh from the other side of the door. I th
ought I’d left her behind, but maybe she’s always going to be a part of me.
“I just don’t know how yet,” I say and reach for his body wash.
“I believe you’re a woman of your word too, Maize. I just didn’t want you worrying about it right now. You have graduate applications, keeping your grades up, and summer internships to keep you up at night.”
Feeling brave I say, “The only thing I want keeping me up at night is you.”
He grins. “I like the way you think.”
“And I like the way you feel.” I pour a generous amount of bodywash on my hands, soap it up and rub it over his chest.
He moans. “We don’t need to worry about anything right now, though. We just need to see about this mouth.”
He wraps his hand around my neck, and brings my mouth to his. He kisses me so tenderly, my eyes open to take in his features. I have to say, for two people who are just fucking, he sure kisses like it’s a whole lot more. Although really, what would I know what a whole lot more looked like? I’m so inexperienced. But this guy, for as long as I’m here, he’s going to fix that.
I press my forehead to his and give a small sigh. “Seriously, Christian, that was very sneaky and very considerate of you.”
“Shh, don’t tell anyone.”
I laugh. Hard to believe the guy who pulled his pants down and ruined my reputation in high school would turn out to be a nice guy. Sure, he sleeps around a lot, but so what? That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have kindness or integrity in him, and he only ‘bought’ me at the auction not to own me, control me, or finish what we started back in school—which we did and I’m so grateful—but because he’s a man who stands up to his responsibilities.
He lathers his hands, and scrubs me down. “Let me help you up and we’ll get rinsed off. He shifts, stands, and puts his hands under my arms to lift me to him. I touch his chest as he puts on the shower, and once we’re all rinsed, he climbs from the tub, rubs us both with a big fluffy towel, and carries me to his bed. He slides in beside me and pulls me to him.