by L. Grubb
Smiling, I lift my head, a plan starting to form. There’s only one place that I can find out what I need to, and that’s her dorm.
Squirting some shampoo on my hair, I wash it and use the body wash that I know drives the chicks wild.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I snort at a bunch of guys who are sat watching that video. A bunch of grown fucking men, giggling like a bunch of school girls.
After drying my body, I throw on my t-shirt and jeans, along with my socks and boots. Opening my locker, I pull out my aftershave, making sure that I spritz an extra couple of sprays, just to make more of an impact.
Pushing the padlock into the hole on my locker, I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. Winking at the chick on the front desk as I pass her, I push out of the doors and saunter towards Callie’s dorm building.
She can try and say that she won’t ever sleep with me again until she’s blue in the face. But both she and I know that once I hand it to her on a silver platter, there’s no way that she’ll be turning it down.
After all, I am Dante fucking Frazier, abs extraordinaire.
Chuckling to myself as I open up the building door, I jog up the stairs. Nodding my head to all the girls that I pass, yeah, they had the whole confused but hungry look in their eyes. I’ve still got it.
No matter how many views that video gets, it will never stop the girls flocking to me. Pushing my shoulders back and puffing my chest out when I get to her door, I lean on the side of the doorframe and lift my hand, knocking gently.
The door swings open and I’m met with Callie’s confused face.
“Hey,” I drawl, making sure to put that sexy twang in my voice that will make her panties instantly wet. “Can I come in?”
“Err… sure?” she says uncertain, her eyes glazing over.
Yep, instant fucking wetness.
My panties are soaked from just those few words and I find myself clenching my thighs together as I step to the side with the door wide open letting him in. This could be dangerous. Me and him, with beds in the same room… I’m in deep fucking shit. “What are you doing here, Dante?” I sigh and check out my nails, appearing disinterested when really, my stomach is in knots and my core is pulsing.
“Oh, just thought I’d drop by and see how you were.” He steps into the room and I’m suddenly self-conscious. I glance around the room to make sure no panties are left on the floor and other artefacts aren’t laying around.
“Is that sarcasm?” I glare at him, eyebrow raised into my hairline. “Because I swear I can smell it coming from your mouth.”
“Honestly.” He smiles at me, dimples on full display and I have to lean against the wall to steady myself, my legs suddenly jellified.
“Well, now you can see that I’m perfectly alright, and that Jas isn’t here, you can leave.” Do I really want him to leave? After the other night, no one can blame me for feeling a little pissed.
“No need for the hostility. Besides, you’re the one that made me extra popular.” His smirk hits me in the stomach and for a brief second I forget the game, forget about the way he treated me at the frat house.
“Okay…” I’m a little weary, wondering silently of his ulterior motive. “What do you really want, Dante?”
He turns to face me, the glint in his eyes twinkling against the harsh glare of the ceiling light. “You.”
“Huh?” My eyes widen a fraction and my mouth drops open. Did he say what I think he said? “You want me?”
“Not so hard to understand, Callie. I can’t get you out of my damn head.” He walks closer ‘til he’s pressed me solidly against the wall. I hold my breath, waiting for his next move. “The way your lips move, the way you walk, your amazing ass in those cropped jean shorts you like to wear… you’re driving me insane.” His mouth crashes to mine before I can even let his words sink in. I grip is muscular forearms in an attempt to stay standing, though I doubt I’d fall with his hips pinning me. I can feel his erection, hard and proud, against my belly and I’m pretty sure my panties have spontaneously combusted.
My mouth opens, fighting for a breath and his tongue slips in, and I find myself kissing him back, moaning as sparks of electricity shoots through my body. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing but I can’t seem to stop myself. My toes are curling into the carpet and my lips inch forward against him.
Fuck it, it’s just sex, right? Yeah, Cal, so much for the one-time rule, my mind shouts at me.
“I want you so bad,” he whispers against my lips. His fingers curl around the edge of my cream-colored shirt and he lifts it swiftly over my head. His gaze travels down my neck to my generous breasts, covered by sheer, red lace. He mumbles something unintelligible before pulling the cups down and his lips latch around a nipple. My head clunks back against the wall and I moan into the silent room. His left hand his toying with my free nipple and the sensations, the fizzing pleasure, courses through my veins, making my core clench.
“Hmm, such amazing tits, babe. I’ve missed these.” Dante continues his assault and I rake my fingers through his hair, holding him close yet pushing him away.
His head moves down and is kissing along the waist band of my shorts. I stand there, motionless, as my body betrays me. I don’t want this yet I’ve been waiting so fucking long to have him again.
Before I know what’s happening, my shorts and panties are flung across the room and his mouth is on my bare pelvic bone. “I need to taste you, Callie.”
Lifting me, he carries and then drops me on to my bed and crawls between my thighs. His tongue is lapping against my clit before my head can even process how the fuck I’ve even let this happen. The pleasure, and pure euphoria, that’s coursing through my body has my legs clenching around his head. I’ve never known anyone who’s as good at eating pussy as Dante Frazier. I don’t think I ever will.
I feel her hands grip onto my hair and it makes my dick so much harder. Closing my mouth around her clit, I suck, hard. She moans, her hips lifting off the bed and I pull back slightly, pushing a finger inside her wet pussy and then add another. Curling the tips of my fingers in a come-hither motion and finding her g-spot, I rub, making her go crazy.
“Dante,” she gasps out my name.
I smile so fucking wide at the way she says my name. I know how much she likes that, some things are just impossible to forget and her sweet pussy is one of them.
“Yeah?” I ask, right into her clit, making sure to add more vibrations.
“I’m so… close.” I lick her clit again, lapping it up like I’m dying of thirst and it’s the only thing that is going to save me. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good. I push another finger inside her and suck her clit again, making her go off like a rocket.
She shoves her pussy into my face as her hips lift off the bed, her voice going hoarse as she screams out my name at the top of her lungs.
Once she’s relaxing back on the bed, I pull back and shove my jeans down, pulling a condom out and wrapping my shit up tight.
Stroking the condom onto my dick, I line up and ram inside her so hard that she flies up the bed. Smirking in satisfaction, I pull almost all the way out and thrust back in again, relishing in the way her pussy clenches around me with each thrust.
Moving my hands to her hips, I grip them tight and lift her ass up off the bed, putting her in the perfect position for me to fuck her good and senseless. She opens her eyes and leans up on her elbows, watching as my dick slams in and out of her.
Moaning, she leans her head back and I watch as her tits bounce with each punishing thrust. This isn’t just a fuck; this is an angry fuck. I’m angry for what she’s done to me. Angry at the fact that I still want her. Just plain fucking angry.
I thrust inside her a couple more times before her pussy clenches down on my dick and milks me. Tingles spread up my spine and my balls tighten so much that it’s almost painful. Fuck... I come so hard that I see spots in front of my eyes.
Gritting my teeth, I grunt, not wanting to giv
e her the satisfaction of a moan.
I close my eyes, trying to shield the growing anger and take a deep breath before pulling out and looking down at my dick. Still fucking hard as a rock.
Pulling the condom off, I tie a knot in it and throw it into the trash by the desk. Yanking my jeans back up, I leave the top button undone and lay next to her. She opens her mouth to say something, but I close my eyes and she must think better of it.
She knows I never stay over so she should count herself fucking lucky. If she really thought about it though, she would know better.
“You staying?” she asks, an innocence to her voice that I’ve never heard before.
“Yeah.” I crack my eyes open and look down at her as she lays her head on my chest. “You good with that?”
I wait for her answer for a couple of minutes and when I don’t get one, I presume she’s fallen asleep.
I stay still for about an hour, just watching the ceiling and the fucking poster she has hanging up on the wall. I swear the dude is staring at me, judging me. I look around the room and plan where I need to look. There’s no way that she would keep secrets in an obvious place.
I lift slowly, placing a pillow where I was lying and start to go on a hunt. There has to be something in here.
I look through all of her drawers and rummage through her wardrobe. I even lay on the floor and have a good look under her bed and still I can’t find anything.
Standing back, I put my hands on my hips and look around the room, trying to work out where else she would hide things that she wouldn’t want anyone else to know about.
Frowning at the air vent, I move closer, noticing that a couple of the screws are loose. I lift up onto the balls of my feet and wiggle the cover, pulling it free. I shove my hand inside, my fingers touching a stack of papers and I pull them out, pushing the air vent cover back into place.
I grin so fucking wide when I see what’s written on them and just as I’m about to look through them all, the door opens and Jasmine steps inside. I shove my hand behind my back and push them in the waist of my jeans before reaching for my shirt and throwing it over my head to help conceal the papers.
“What are you doing here,” she sneers, looking down at Callie and then back up to me. Callie’s eyes spring open and she stares wide eyed at Jasmine.
“Ah, fuck.” Callie hangs her head and I swear I see a blush spread up her cheeks.
“I’m just leaving,” I say, holding my hands up in the air and shoving my feet into my sneakers.
I got what I came for, no point in hanging around.
I walk through their room and turn back around when I get to the door, I sling my bag over my shoulder and wink. “Thanks.”
Then I saunter out of there, knowing that I just scooped the biggest dirt ever.
“What the hell, Cal? After everything that’s happened between the two of you…” She trails off, shaking her head as she drops her heavy backpack on the floor. “That was not what I was expecting when I walked through the door.”
I’m unable to form words as realization dawns on me that I just slept with Dante Frazier. Again. For fuck sake, brain, what were you thinking? Obviously, it wasn’t my brain doing the thinking or it wouldn’t have happened. “Shit.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Jasmine mutters as she falls onto her bed with a bounce. “How can you be sure to trust him in this flippin’ room, Cal? He could have been doing anything while you slept.”
“Take a chill pill, Jas. The only secrets I have are stashed away safe and sound. Not even you could find them.” I smirk at her as her eyebrows twitch. “Don’t start to give me a shitty look, there are some things I just can’t talk about, okay?”
She sighs, blowing a lock of her hair from her face. “I thought you and Dante hated each other?”
“We do. That was purely angry sex. Trust me, from his expression and the way he fucked me gave me enough inclination. Plus, come on, this is Dante we’re talking about. No one in their right mind would pass up a chance at getting into his pants.” I shrug a shoulder nonchalantly, showing I’m not at all bothered. Inside, my heart is beating too fast and my stomach is in knots.
“Whatever you say. Though, I am surprised it took this long for you to screw each other again.” My eyes lock with hers and I can see the amusement glittering in them.
“Fuck off, Jas. I was never planning on fucking him again. Trust me, that was not on my bucket list of shit to do before I die. It’s happened, so what?” I was starting to get a little irritated with the conversation. Jasmine can be the most judgmental person in the world and sometimes that can put a real damper on shit. My ethereal after-sex glow is vanishing the longer we talk and I groan. “I’m turning over and going to sleep now so you can shut the fuck up.”
“Night, Callie. I wish you luck for tomorrow.” Her quiet chuckle hits me and I turn to throw a glare at her through narrowed eyes over my shoulder. She looks at me and says, “You really think he’s not going to tell EVERYONE about this?”
“Not bothered if he does. Night.” I turn my head again, facing the faded off-white wall and closing my eyes. It doesn’t take long for darkness to take over. I mean, after the epic sex session my limbs have already deserted me, it’s time my brain followed suit before I think any more about it.
Morning comes around too quick and I peel my eyes open when Jas starts banging about in the room. “What the hell? Can’t you keep it down?”
“No. It’s time to get up, first class of the day starts soon.” And I don’t give a fuck if I’m totally honest. My muscles are achy and my pussy is sore, reminding me of last night’s activities. I groan into my pillow and I hear Jas laughing behind me.
Removing the bed sheet, and not giving a fuck that I’m in my birthday suit, I grab my robe from the back of the door and my toiletries bag before leaving the room for a shower. It’s the only thing I hate about living in dorms; the showers are communal.
I take my time under the hot spray, enjoying the heat as it lands on my tired body. I know I will see Dante today, it’s inevitable after last night. He likes to taunt me; he did it the last time we slept together all that time ago.
It doesn’t bother me though, sex is sex, nothing more and nothing less. Yeah, I can say that ‘til the cows come home but his name causes my pulse to miss a beat and my chest to warm. No, I’m not in love with him but there is a connection there that we’re both desperate to fucking ignore. After all, we’re both practical sluts around campus.
Wrapping my towel tightly around myself, I grab my stuff and walk the corridor back to the room. Jasmine has already left, thank fuck, last thing I really need right now is a further inquisition about last night. I know I made a stupid mistake but when consumed with lust, it’s kind of hard use your brain, right?
I dress to impress in a pink sundress, white strappy heels and a light touch of make-up. I braid my hair to the side and put my sunglasses on top of my head. I don’t bother with my backpack, I just shove some essentials into a white clutch bag and spritz some Paco Robane, Olympia, on. The smell gets me every single time; the strong scent of flowers with a hint of sex. Perfect.
Bring it on Dante, because I know you’re out there waiting.
I couldn’t believe my luck when I got back to the frat house, I’d actually found something that I could use against her. I couldn’t wait to read what was waiting inside for me.
There had always been something between me and Callie, some kind of connection; it wasn’t all about the physical stuff with her. I mean, yeah, we were playing a game right now but there was a time where she let me see her, all of her, and not the version that she likes to portray to everyone else.
That is the Callie that I want, not the version who just wants to play games. But if she wants to play then whatever I’m holding in my hands is going to knock her off the board, she should know better than to play with fire.
Clutching the envelope in my hand as I sit on the edge of my bed, I pull the papers
out of the envelope, lean back and read the words over and over again.
My heart sinks and my breaths come faster and harder and I shake my head, refusing to believe what I’m reading. I shuffle through the papers looking for a date but I can’t find one and I can’t stop the thought that’s running through my head.
My eyes land back on the one word, reading it over and over again. Abortion.
This will destroy her, hell it could destroy me too if what I’m thinking is right. Is this why she is the way she is with me? I don’t want to hurt her, not truly hurt her. Sure, I want to get her back but is this really the way to do it?
I don’t even realize I’ve crushed it until I look down at my hands and the papers are screwed up. Shaking my head, I shove all the evidence under my mattress and stand up to grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder and make my way down the stairs.
I need to time to think about what I’m going to do with this, I don’t want to jump in head first and do something that I may regret.
I stop on the middle of the stairs at that thought. What the fuck has happened to me? I never think first and act later. I act first and think later.
Staring at the bottom of the stairs, I try to work out when things changed so much. Was it because I was getting older and about to get out of this place and step out into the big bad world?
Whatever the fuck it is, I didn’t like it. Or did I? I’m confusing the shit out of myself now.
“Dude? What you doin’?” Dylan asks from behind me.
Clearing my throat, I shrug my shoulders and jog down the rest of the stairs. “Just thought I forgot something,” I say, like it’s no big deal.
Except it is, at least, it is for me. Now I had to go and face Callie on campus, knowing what I now know.
We walk to campus together, Dylan talking most of the way there. I’m only half listening, stuck in my own head space. To be honest, I still haven’t forgiven him for what happened with Callie.
Walking through the quad, we make our way to class and I don’t even bother looking around for Callie, knowing that she’ll still be in bed. I don’t know why she evens signs up for early classes because she never turns up to them. My stomach bottoms out at the thought of her and I shake my head to stop myself from thinking about her anymore.