by Vixen Kane
Everything seems to be going well until the scene where it’s revealed that Freddie Prince Jr’s character was doing everything based on a bet. Seth’s body tenses for a minute before he relaxes and doubles his efforts to distract me.
“You just can’t stop yourself, can you?” I turn around to look at him, and his face is a mask. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, which is odd because I was expecting his facial expression to match his actions.
“I, uh—”
Rather than let him finish his thought, I lean in and kiss him. For whatever reason, he’s upset, and I want to make it go away.
Seth’s arms come around me and he traces circles over my lower back with his fingers. My eyes close at the sensations he’s evoking. It tickles but in a way that causes goosebumps to appear and my insides to clench. His tongue slides past my parted lips, and I take everything he has to offer while also giving him everything I have.
When he pulls away, I immediately miss him. His taste, his scent, his heat. I slowly lift my lids, and he’s staring at me with a crooked smile.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“But you want me?” I tilt my head but don’t break eye contact.
“More than I should.”
“Well, then, Seth Carnes, I’m right here.” I close the distance between our mouths and whisper, “Take me.”
Seth
Take me.
Two of the greatest words in the English language when put together.
Val brushes her lips against mine, and my hand moves to her neck, dragging her closer. She tastes different today. No cherry lip gloss. This time it’s citrusy and sweet. I think I like this one even more.
I move my hand from her neck and trace my fingers over her shoulder, down her sides, and over her hips. She groans as I lift her and pull her so that she’s straddling me. She breaks the kiss and moves her lips to my ear. “Oh, so this is the way you like it?”
She grinds on top of me, and I let my head fall back, knocking against the wall while she kisses my neck and slides her hands up my chest.
“As long as it’s with you, I like anything,” I breathe out, too long after she asked the question I’m pretty certain was rhetorical.
“Anything?” She pulls back and raises her brows as if to challenge me.
I chuckle and lean in, stopping just inches from her lips. “Okay, maybe not anything, but I think you know what I mean.” I move to her neck and press my lips to her vein, smiling as I feel it throbbing with her rapid heartbeat.
A conversation booming from my TV speakers distracts me for a few moments, and I reach over and grab the remote before pressing the off button.
“Wow, you really hated it that much?”
“What?”
I realize my face has hardened, and I force myself to relax. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some chick flick ruin the mood.
I’m going to tell her after finals about the challenge. I already decided that, so what’s the point in worrying about it now?
“Sorry, babe. Just not my taste.”
“Well, your taste is shit,” she jokes, giving me a wink.
I smile and jerk her hips, sending her pelvis smashing against me. Her amused expression vanishes, and her lips part as she catches herself, her hands planting firmly on my shoulders.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” I tease, gliding my hands underneath her shirt and raising it above her head as her arms lift. She’s wearing a black, lacy bra that contrasts her skin tone beautifully.
Her hips gyrate, and her nails dig into my shoulders. I unclip her bra and lift her hands from me long enough to yank the material from her and toss it to the side. By now my cock is throbbing, every time her hips grind against me, it jumps.
“Fuck, I need you,” I say, ripping my shirt over my head. I work the buttons on her jeans, and she lifts her hips for me to make it easier.
We’re panting by the time both our clothes are on the floor and she’s hovering on top of me, my cock pressed to her entrance fucking begging for her to crash down on me. She cups my face and kisses me on the lips. I can tell I’m kissing back more hungrily than she wants because she pulls back ever so slightly when my tongue invades her mouth.
She breaks the kiss altogether and looks me in the eyes as she’s still cupping my face. Whatever humor we exchanged earlier is gone. She’s all seriousness.
“I heard what you told me last night, and I don’t want to rush you. I need you to know I wouldn’t ever ask for that. But, Seth, you mean something to me. This,” she says, sliding her hands down to press against my chest and gesture between us. “This means something to me. It’s more than casual dating or a hook up. If it’s anything less than that for you, it’s okay, but I need to know.”
“There’s nothing casual about this for me, Val. I’ve told you that.”
“I know, I just.” She takes a breath, and my cock jumps as she rubs against it inadvertently as she shifts. “What are we? Are we like… dating?”
“What kind of a question is that?” I ask, a chuckle lost in my throat. At this point, I want to slam her down on me, and now I regret wanting her on top. This is pure fucking torture. Until I realize what she’s asking, and I feel like a dick for the stumped look on her face. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought about this sooner. I guess the title seemed implied to me.
“Val?” I ask, my expression turning more serious.
She stares back at me in response.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
A smile blooms over her face in the cutest way. Like she’s trying to hold it back, but eventually she gives up and lets her muscles take over. She leans forward and nuzzles my shoulder, planting a kiss on my neck before angling herself to whisper in my ear. “If you insist.”
She lowers herself, and I close my eyes at the feeling of her warm, wet pussy enveloping my cock. She goes slowly, as if savoring every delicious moment, and I fucking love her for it. I’m not quite ready to say those words out loud, and I don’t know when I will be, but I scream them in my head, letting them echo in my mind until it’s the only thing that exists.
Her.
Me.
These moments of bliss.
And nothing else.
She pulls herself up and glides down again, and I open my eyes so I can watch her. There’s so much grace to her movements. Almost too much for sex. She finds her rhythm, and her head tilts back, sending dirty blonde tendrils cascading down her back. Her lips part, and her eyes squeeze shut as she works me.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her hands finding my shoulders again and her nails digging into me. Pain registers, but it’s like a tickle compared to the overwhelming sensation of my cock moving in and out of her.
I can tell she’s about to come when she picks up her pace. There are more wrinkles in her eyelids from her squeezing them so tight, and the moment her muscles ripple around me her face flushes and a soft cry comes from deep within her throat.
She pauses on top of me, riding out the wave as she continues to pulsate. It’s fucking glorious. That’s the only word I can think to describe it, and it’s the one that spins in my mind as I watch her in ecstasy. I almost wish I had come with her.
Almost.
Once her nails are no longer digging half moons into my shoulder, I guide her off my cock, and she falls onto her side. She smiles up at me like she thinks we’re about to go to sleep, and I shake my head at her. “Don’t give me that smile. We’re not even close to being finished.”
“Oh,” she says, giggling as I flip her over and drag her up on her knees so her ass is in the air. “I like bossy Seth.”
I don’t give her time to say anything else before I spear her from behind. Her body stiffens and a heavy breath slowly blows over her lips. I can’t see her face, and I hate that. I’ll have to get a mirror in here to fuck her in front of or something.
My eyes drift to her ass, and I palm her cheeks. So fucking sexy.
Then I fuck her.
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My hips pump hard and fast until there’s sweat trickling down my back, but I don’t dare stop. With the noises she’s making, I know she’s close again, and she’d better be. This is my best work.
I hold it in for what feels like an hour, but is probably only about forty five seconds, and I reach my hand beneath her and rub her clit to get her the rest of the way. Her body stiffens, and when I feel her pussy ripple a second time, my balls stiffen and I unload into her. I don’t usually fuck girls without condoms, but I know Val is clean, and it feels too good to give a shit about consequences right now. She’s on birth control, and I’ll buy her a Plan B or some shit like that if she wants it tomorrow.
I pull out and shift back to see my cum dripping from her. It’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen, and I wish I never had to wash it off, but a moment later I force myself to throw on my boxers and go to the bathroom for a wet washcloth.
We both clean off, then crawl underneath the covers together. It’s like nine thirty and way too early to be going to sleep, but we’re both exhausted. I still haven’t quite caught my breath.
“I thought you said we weren’t close to finished?” She smiles lazily, but her eyes are already closed.
I chuckle under my breath and kiss the top of her forehead. “Good night, beautiful.”
“Night, boyfriend,” she whispers.
Her breathing grows heavier, and soon she’s fast asleep. Even with how wiped I am, I can’t quite close my eyes. If I do, I’ll miss this. Seeing her with her lips parted and her body relaxed, totally at peace.
I want this. Not just now. Not just tomorrow. I want it forever, and I absolutely hate myself for committing to telling her about the challenge at all because it doesn’t even matter. What matters is how I feel about her, and I know how that is. I’ve thought about it for twenty two hours and thirty nine minutes straight.
“I love you, Val,” I whisper to her sleeping form before turning off my bedside lamp and going to sleep.
24
Valerie
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I curl into Seth, savoring the feel of him. His chest is bare and his heartbeat thumps against my hand.
“Morning.” A smile blooms, and I realize that this is the first time I’ve woken up genuinely happy in months. I’ve spent so much time agonizing over school, work, being the good girl everyone expects, but now that I’ve actually taken the time to do something that’s solely for me, I’m happier than I thought I could be.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
“A little sore.” I lift my head and look into the clearest blue orbs I’ve ever seen. “But it was worth it,” I whisper, shyly.
Seth’s lips meet mine for a sweet kiss. He woke me up twice in the middle of the night. The first time I came to with his head between my legs, and he was doing wicked things with his tongue. The second time I was on my stomach, and his weight caused me to stir, and I came fully awake with his cock inside of me. I’m definitely feeling the affects of multiple bouts of sex, but I wouldn’t change a second of it.
“I should probably get a shower and head home.” I don’t want to leave, but I have so much studying to do.
“At least stay for breakfast.” He sweeps my hair off my face and cups the back of my head. “Please.”
“How am I supposed to refuse you?” I tilt my head. The question may have been rhetorical, but something tells me I might actually have a problem refusing him anything he asks.
“You’re not.” He grins, his dimples showing. “That’s the point.”
“You’re impossible.” I swat his chest playfully and roll away from him to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna get a shower. Give me half an hour?”
“You got it.” He smacks my ass as I stand, and, surprisingly, it sends tendrils of heat to swirl around my core.
I grab my bag and head for the bathroom. I shower in record time, but when I return to his bedroom, Seth’s asleep. I pick his cell phone up off his dresser and set his alarm for fifteen minutes from now so he doesn’t sleep the day away. Satisfied that he’ll be awake before I have to leave, I go downstairs to grab something to drink.
When I enter the kitchen, the smell of coffee is strong, and my mouth waters. I’m not a big coffee drinker, but every once in a while I need the extra caffeine boost. This is one of those times. I open several cupboard doors before I find a mug, and then I raid the refrigerator for creamer. Finding both, I pour the hot liquid and doctor it with the creamer and sugar. My first sip confirms that it’s the best coffee I’ve ever had, and I’m grateful that the fraternity doesn’t spare any expense where this is concerned.
“Morning.”
I whirl around, and my cup falls to the floor, shattering.
“Shit. I’m so sorry.” I stare at the broken shards and brown liquid before shaking my head to snap myself out of the scare I just got. I rush to grab paper towels off the counter and drop down to my hands and knees to try to wipe up the mess.
“Here, let me.” Connor kneels next to me, taking the sloppy mess from my hands. “I’m sorry I scared you.” Once the disaster is cleaned up, he stands and drops everything in the trash and then returns his attention to me. “I didn’t realize you were going to be here this morning.”
He reaches down to lend me a hand. I grab it and allow him to help me up. Once I’m on my feet, nervousness settles in. Connor is the president of Delta Gamma Phi, and Seth is vying to be the next president. I really don’t want to screw that up for him.
“I, um, yeah.” I glance down, take a deep breath and mumble, “I hope that’s okay. If it’s not then—”
“Val, it’s fine.” My head whips up, and he chuckles at me. “Seth can have girls here anytime he wants.”
Jealousy snakes through me at his use of the plural. The thought of Seth having other girls here makes me physically ill. It must show on my face because Connor tries to smooth my clearly ruffled feathers in his own way.
“Don’t get me wrong. Seth hasn’t had any other girls here since he started seeing you.” His eyes narrow slightly. “You are seeing each other, right?”
“Um, yes.” It almost sounds like I’m asking rather than telling, and I hate that Connor’s bringing out my insecurity.
“You sure about that?”
I don’t get the chance to answer because Nate enters the kitchen and starts up a conversation with Connor. I’m not eavesdropping, but the room isn’t large so it’s hard not to hear what they’re saying. As I make myself a new cup of coffee I hear something about the end of the year party and a ‘ritual’ for the new president.
Seth’s been completing challenges to become the new president, although he’s never said what they are. I assume everything is going according to plan and the ‘ritual’ is for him, but I make a mental note to ask him about it.
“Hey, Val.” Nate’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts.
“Hi Nate.” I’m holding my mug with both hands and blowing on it to cool it down.
“Listen,” he says as he takes a step toward me. “I really am sorry about that last party.”
“You’ve already apologized, Nate.” I look from him to Connor, who’s standing off to the side taking in the scene. “Several times actually. And I’ve told you, it’s no big deal.” It was a big deal, but I don’t want to get him in trouble with Connor for something that was an honest mistake.
“Well, thanks.” He pours himself a bowl of cereal and grabs a spoon out of a drawer. “You’re being really cool about the whole thing. I can see what Seth sees in you.”
“Really?” I cock my head to the side.
“Oh, yeah,” he says around a mouthful of Captain Crunch. “He’s a total goner.”
I smile at his words because I’m also ‘a total goner’.
Several other fraternity brothers enter the kitchen, and conversation flows for a few minutes. I’m wondering where Seth is because surely his alarm has gone off by now. Maybe he’s just taking a quick show
er before coming downstairs.
As the image of Seth naked, water sluicing down his hard body, enters my mind, the voices around me go silent.
“So, Valerie Tilson, I’ve got a question for you.” Connor is standing in front of me, but I don’t remember seeing him move from his spot across the room. “One we’re all dying to know the answer to.” He sweeps his arm to indicate the room.
“Okay.” I have no idea what they could all possibly want to know about me. “Shoot.”
“Are you in love with Seth?”
“I, um…” I swallow and I swear the thunk my throat makes as it bobs could be heard over a bomb going off. “I think that’s something that Seth and I should talk about first, don’t you?”
“Sure, if the answer is ‘yes’. But if the answer is ‘no’ then we want to—”
“If the answer to what is ‘yes’?” I hear Seth before I see him. He doesn’t stop just inside the kitchen but rather comes and stands next to me. He kisses my cheek, and when he pulls back, his smile fades. “What? What did I miss?” His gaze goes from me to Connor to the rest of the guys.
“We were just asking Val if she’s in love with you.” Seth’s face pales as Connor’s
attention goes from him to me. “She was hesitant to tell us, but now that you’re here, maybe she’ll tell you.”
All I can think about is the fact that Seth’s face went ghost white when the word ‘love’ was mentioned. Doubt surfaces at his expression. What if he doesn’t love me back? That’s a kind of humiliation I don’t know if I’d bounce back from. It’s also something I’m willing to risk because I do love him. A lot. I turn and face him, ignoring the stares and whispers of everyone else in the room.
“Seth, I—”
“Val, you don’t have to do this.” Seth grips my hands and his are sweaty.
“I know I don’t, but I want to.”
“Are you sure? I thought you needed to get back to the dorm?” He tries to tug me toward
the door, but I dig in my feet.
“Why are you being weird?”