Peer Review_A Ruby Romp Novella

by Ruby Rowe

  Dizzy beyond belief, I splinter apart, the sensations traveling across every nerve ending. Held captive by the pleasure, I collapse, knocking him off his feet.

  He catches me as he lands on his back on the hardwood floor with a loud thump. I find my bearings as the dizziness subsides.

  “Are you OK?”

  “Fucking incredible.” Squeezing my hips, he grinds his cock against me. “The taste of you… The way you’re soaked because of me… I can hardly wait to be inside you.”

  “I don’t want to wait.” Being bold, I kiss his lips that taste like me.

  “But I do. I get one shot at all of the firsts with you, and I’m determined to make each one of them meaningful.”

  He cradles my cheek as my body presses against his. “Baby, you don’t understand how long I’ve waited for this, and I’m not a patient man.”

  “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

  “I’ve wanted you, Laurel, since I first saw you in a class freshman year. I’ve been waiting.”

  “Why?”

  “I first had to become a man worthy of your time and affection. One ready for a commitment. Your heart was one I couldn’t break.”

  Jason

  “Give me a minute alone in my room,” I say to Laurel once we’re home from the party.

  “OK, I’ll go freshen up.” With a flushed face, she leaves me at my bedroom door, and I walk inside and shut it.

  I pick up the lighter on my dresser and light the two candles sitting on each end of it, along with those on my windowsill and nightstand.

  Next, I set my phone by the bed and turn on a Bedroom playlist I created on my iTunes app. Shit, I’ve got it bad for this girl.

  I can’t believe it’s come to this: flowers, candles, soft music, and confessions of how I’ve been crushing on her for years...

  I don’t miss the old Jason. I’m only terrified not to be him. Like I told Laurel, she’s not the only one who has a heart on the line.

  Taking a deep breath, and praying she won’t find all this shit cheesy, I open the door. She’s not standing there, so I remove my shoes, socks and shirt.

  She walks in and freezes, her eyes glancing around the space.

  “You did this for me?”

  “For us, and I hope you don’t think it’s weird.”

  She strolls over and slides her hands up my chest.

  “It’s romantic and sweet. You surprise me every day and only in good ways.”

  “I feel the same about you, especially after finding you in this hot outfit.”

  “I thought you might like it.”

  “I do, but I think I’ll be even happier when you’re out of it and under me.” Taking hold of one of her pigtails, I remove the band around it.

  I do the same to the other one and comb my fingers through her hair. She’s already taken off her heels and knee-highs.

  Untying her shirt, I remove it and her bra before eyeing her amazing tits. I palm them, and she closes her eyes, her quivering lower lip exciting me.

  To me, she’s still innocent Laurel, my sweet librarian, and I get to be in control tonight.

  Taking her hand, I lead her to the side of the bed where she unzips the back of her skirt. I pull it down, and I’m surprised when I realize she’s already removed her underwear, too.

  I tilt my eyes up at her. “Nice touch.”

  “They were, um, soaked.” Biting the corner of her lip, she blushes, and from the light of the candles, I can see the deepest pink shade of color on her cheeks.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  She shakes her head. “No, that’s you. You’re the breathtaking one.”

  “Baby, you’ve got that backward, but I can reiterate how gorgeous you are later. Right now, I’m dying to touch you.”

  Swiftly, I strip down and follow her to bed. Finally, Laurel’s giving all of herself to me, and I won’t take a second of it for granted.

  Laurel

  Jason presses his lips to my shoulder … my collarbone and my neck. His kisses are like the first faint touches of a cool breeze, inciting bumps on my skin.

  They’re the calm before the powerful storm to follow, and they mean my dry spell is about to be quenched.

  My nipples pebble, a throbbing sensation following, so I grip the sheet to calm my eagerness. Seeing how he’s affecting me, his lips part, and he massages my breast.

  He moves his hand to the other one and pinches my nipple. Whimpering, I instinctually tilt my pelvis, the greediness forming, my body craving more of his spine-tingling touch.

  I notice how erect his cock is as it presses against my thigh. He skims his fingers down my stomach, and I flinch, soon feeling them thrust into me.

  Sensational is how Jason makes me feel. It’s as if he’s the jumper cables bringing my body back to life after the misery I was wallowing in.

  I had no idea how far I’d sunk until he flashed me his charming grin and touched my cheek in the library.

  Exhaling a harsh breath, he kisses on my neck while moving his fingers faster. I tilt my head back as the pleasure builds.

  “I have to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear. Removing his fingers from me, he reaches behind him to grab a condom off his nightstand.

  Tearing the foil pack with his teeth, Jason shifts to his back to put on the latex.

  The coolness I feel from his absence against my skin is telling of how much I desire his touch. I’ve become comfortable with him faster than I ever expected, and I don’t wish to fight it another day.

  Covering my body with his, he ducks his head and takes my breast into his mouth. He sucks and teases my nipple, nipping at it and pulling it outward before letting it pop free.

  He does the same to the other one, and the unyielding attention he’s giving my tits makes my longing that much stronger.

  “Please, Jason…” Lifting his head, he stares at me like a hungry animal.

  “I’ve fantasized about this for so long that I could easily get carried away.” He kisses my lips softly, and I open my mouth for him, needing him to get carried away.

  He tastes every inch of it, but I sense how he’s trying to slow down. He’s being gentle and cautious, and maybe that’s why I trust him to be aggressive and domineering.

  I feel a dire need for him to ravish me, to take what he insists he’s wanted for years. I open my legs so he’ll sink between them. “It’s OK to let go with me. I’m craving it, too.”

  The lust in his eyes intensifies before his mouth engulfs mine. He gives me the passionate kiss I’ve been seeking as he pushes his cock into me.

  Yes…

  Our moans of instantaneous pleasure collide… Pulling back, he plunges deeper, and I open my legs wider, wanting him to fill me to the hilt during every thrust. Inhaling sharply, he shuts his eyes.

  “Fuck, I’m balls-deep in you, and nothing has ever felt so good.” He lifts his body, putting more weight on his forearms, and as he fucks me harder, deeper, faster … I tip over the cliff.

  The orgasm pummels me with immense pleasure, the sensations so intense that I clamp down on his cock repeatedly.

  Jason falls over the edge, too, his climax mingling with mine as we freefall. While the ecstasy rips through his body, he leans his head back and breathes loudly through his nose, seeming overwhelmed by the power of it all.

  And I’m overwhelmed, too, feeling scary yet wonderful things I’ve never felt before.

  He comes back to me and stares down with his stunning blue eyes. I see the way words teeter on his lips as he opens and shuts his mouth.

  Although he doesn’t speak, his wrinkled forehead and intense gaze convey that there’s a paramount thought racing through his head. What could it be?

  He gives me a swift kiss before moving off me and lying on his back. I listen to our choppy breaths while obsessing over what he could be thinking.

  Deciding to be the bold one, I turn on my side and cover his pounding chest with my hand.

  “For me that was
… wow,” I say. He rubs his forehead as he stares at the ceiling. Shit. “Oh, my god, you don’t feel the same. I mean, I’m out of practice, but I didn’t think I read this wron—”

  His lips smother my words as he pulls me onto his slick body, leaving us chest to chest. Once he’s kissed me thoroughly, he slides a hand into my hair.

  “Stop. It was perfect, which I’m not used to, so I needed a second...” He smiles. “Not to mention, I thought I was dying there for a minute. I can’t recall a time I was more lightheaded.”

  I grin at him. “Really? You’re not just saying that to prevent me from punching you in the face?”

  His eyes widen. “Damn, chick. I’ll remember not to piss you off.”

  I recall the day he did piss me off, and I can’t help but swat his chest.

  “You acted like you had no clue who I was the day I found you with Angie and Sabrina, yet you told me tonight that you’ve wanted me for years. Which is it?”

  “Right… Sorry about that.” Massaging my scalp, he stares above me uncomfortably. “This is hard to say, but after seeing how angry you were at me, I didn’t want you know how I felt about you. I was ashamed, so acting like I didn’t know you seemed easier at the time.”

  I bite my lip, and he braves a look at me.

  “OK, but if you cared about me, why were you even with them in my apartment?”

  “I swear I had no idea you lived with them. I never would’ve done that here had I known.”

  “Why did you do it period if you wanted a chance with me?”

  His expression becomes a look of pain, and a part of me feels bad for pushing the topic.

  “Your roommates were filling a void, boosting back my confidence. When I spoke with you at the library, I was nervous, which made me act like an asshole, so I began doubting myself, wondering if I deserved to be with you.

  “Every time I tried to talk to you, I fucked it up, but once Sabrina told me they were moving out, it seemed like fate. At that moment, I decided I’d do whatever it took to make you mine.”

  “That’s revealing … and sweet.”

  “The women before you were a distraction and satisfying my sexual needs until I grew the fuck up and felt I could be the man you deserved.

  “Maybe that makes me more of a selfish asshole, but if my behaving that way means I can now be in a serious relationship with the girl I’ve always wanted, then I wouldn’t change a thing.”

  Gripping more of my hair, he furrows his brow. “I keep praying you’ll forget my past and envision our future.”

  “I’ll admit, there’s a little voice in the back of my head telling me not to buy into your words, but my heart says something entirely different. I believe you, and it’s not only because I want to.

  “I can tell you’re a good person, one I want to know better.” I give an impish smile. “Have you been trying to say you want to be my boyfriend?”

  “I pretty much forced you to live with me, so what do you think?” His cheeks redden.

  “Wow. I went from no boyfriend to living with my boyfriend. You really do get what you want.”

  “Always, but I was never sure when it came to you.”

  Sitting up, I rub against his naked body. He closes his eyes as his cock grows beneath me.

  “Well, you can feel certain now. I’m all yours if you’ll have me.”

  His eyes flip open, and he grins, grabbing my hips in the process.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, but I do need to tell you about my dad, and I don’t know how you’ll feel about me afterward.”

  “You’re not him. You’re fucking amazing, and I’d never judge you for his actions. You can tell me tomorrow...” He digs his fingertips against my hips and moves his pelvis. “Right now, I need you to ride me.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Jason

  Waking up to the smell of bacon, I glance at the clock on my nightstand and see it’s eleven o’clock. Damn, I slept better than I have in ages.

  Noticing the ache in my stiff cock, I think about the sex Laurel and I had, and I want her back in this bed more than I want bacon.

  I pull on a pair of grey sweats, and after taking a leak, I stroll to the kitchen to see her. She’s wearing one of my Emory University t-shirts with nothing beneath, and it barely covers her curvy ass. She has white socks on, too, looking fucking adorable in our kitchen.

  Damn, I’ve got it bad for her. I can’t believe I instigated this relationship, not Laurel.

  Coming up behind her at the stove, I wrap my arms around her waist. She leans her head back against my chest, and her wild hair piled on top of her head tickles my face.

  “Good morning,” I say.

  “Morning. As much as I like how you feel against me, you’re going to get burned by grease spatter if you don’t move. You’re the only man I’d buy a five-dollar pack of bacon for.”

  “I’m honored.”

  Straining her head back, she gives me a peck on the lips.

  “I thought we could eat, get the uncomfortable conversation I want to have out of the way, have sex again, and shower before I quiz you for the MCAT. Oh, and then maybe sex again, which might lead to another shower–together.”

  I chuckle. “If I’d known you were a horny girl, I might’ve found the bravery to pursue you sooner.”

  Setting down the fork she’s holding, she turns around and clutches my biceps.

  “Maybe I had my own wild oats to sow before entering into a committed relationship with you.”

  Scowling, I let her waist go. “Stop. I never want to hear another word about the guys who came before me. I already remember a few you spent too much time with.”

  “Should I be concerned about your stalker tendencies?”

  Reaching around her, I swipe a piece of bacon.

  “Those days are over. I got what I wanted.”

  Gazing at me, she gives a sigh of contentment and turns back to face the stove. I help her finish breakfast by throwing some cheap biscuits in the oven and whisking eggs for her.

  Once everything’s ready, we sit at the table and eat. Conversation with Laurel is always intelligent and fulfilling, playful and relaxing. I feel like we’re learning more about each other quickly.

  Setting her fork down, she takes a drink of her coffee and leans back in her chair.

  “I need to tell you about the crime my father committed, and it’s going to be hard for me.”

  “We can wait if you need.”

  “No, you have a right to hear what happened, especially since we’re a couple now and you’re going into medicine.”

  Laurel

  As I’m about to tell Jason about my father, his eyebrows knit.

  “How does this have to do with me becoming a doctor?”

  “My father was a gynecologist.” My eyes water, so I wipe them before the tears can fall. “Young female patients reported him for sexual abuse.

  “He lost his license, practice, reputation and his freedom. Oh, and his daughter. He’ll be sentenced Friday and sent to prison, where he’ll be incarcerated for many years.”

  Falling back in his chair, Jason grips the back of his neck.

  “Shit, I don’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry.”

  “What can you say? It’s shocking and shameful. I was a daddy’s girl and had him on a pedestal in the clouds.” I wipe my eyes again before looking away.

  “I can’t emphasize enough how devastating it’s been to have lost that respect for him and our relationship. He broke our family. I was striving to be a physician like him, but I can kiss that goodbye.”

  “Wait, is your father Dr. Louis Murphy?”

  “The one and only.”

  “Damn, I saw that on television.”

  “It was finally old news, but it won’t be come Friday, when he’s sentenced. I’ve managed to keep it a secret from most everyone at school.”

  “Why do you think you can’t be a doctor?”

  I let out a clipped laugh. �
�What medical school is going to accept the daughter of a sex offender who once was a physician himself? I feel like it’s a no-brainer.

  “Look, I’ve accepted the situation. It’s painful, but I love literature and reading, and I’d be thrilled to be a librarian.”

  I find a smile. “You might like to call me that, but I’m not one; I only work in a library, but maybe someday I’ll have that title.”

  “You could be anything you wanted. I know it.”

  “I no longer wish to be a physician. I only miss the idea of the future I had mapped out for me. The future he helped me plan.

  “I was used to living a privileged life, and I thought I needed that, but after surviving on so little over the last year, I know I can make it without his help and the same MD credentials.”

  Reaching across the table, Jason takes my hand.

  “You stay with me, and one day you’ll have that life again.”

  “I’m not looking for a man to take care of me.”

  “I know you’re not. I’m only saying you may not have to struggle forever.”

  “I worried you wouldn’t want me once you knew what he’d done, especially since you’re pre-med.”

  “Knowing his crime doesn’t change what I said before. You’re not him. I won’t judge you based on his deplorable actions. Anyone who does should be fed a bag of dicks.”

  Laughing, I take another drink of my coffee.

  “You’re handling this better than I expected.”

  “That’s because you’re fucking perfect in my eyes. Damn, what does your mom think about all this?”

  “She’s trying to forgive him. Needless to say, our relationship is strained. I think she doesn’t know how not to be with him.

  “I’m hoping over time, she’ll realize that she deserves better than being with a depraved husband she has to visit in prison.”

  I wave my hand his direction. “Anyway, when I went to visit him, I said my peace. After the sentencing Friday, I’m hoping to put the past behind me.”

  “I’ll be there for you.”

  “You already have been.” I think back to him comforting me on the couch when my dad called and when he curled up with me in my bed and held me while I sobbed.