by Sophie Stern
I suck in a breath because fuck, she’s damn gorgeous, and she climbs up onto the bed and straddles me.
Emilia kisses me eagerly. She presses her hands into mine and we hold hands as we kiss. Her breasts rub against my shirt, and I can’t wait until I can feel them right against my skin. I’ve dreamed about moments like this my entire life and now, it’s finally happening. Now I’m alone in my dorm room with Emilia Riley and yeah, anything at all could happen.
Tonight is the night our worlds collide.
Tonight is the night everything changes.
She grinds down, rubbing herself against my pants, and I reach for her hips and hold her in place.
“Emilia,” I whisper. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”
I don’t know why I’m saying this.
With any other girl, I wouldn’t care. I’d get them off and then I’d come and that would be the whole of it, but with her, things are different.
With Emilia, I want to know this is good for her.
I want her to enjoy herself.
More than anything else, I want to know that I made tonight as memorable as possible because no matter what she says, I’m completely sure that tonight is going to be her very first time.
“I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
“Gavin, I’m sure.”
“Because there’s no going back from this,” I tell her. “Once we do this, things are going to change between us. Maybe not in a good way.”
She silences me with her lips, pressing them against mine, and I groan as she starts grinding on me again. Somehow, with Emilia, things have never been more complicated.
Or more straightforward.
She kisses my neck and runs her hands up and down my body.
Finally, she stands up, grabs my hand, and pulls me to my feet.
“All right,” she whispers. “You’ve seen me. Your turn.”
I chuckle. Leave it to a virgin to make sure the playing ground is fair.
“Okay, Emmie,” I chuckle, and I start to slowly unbutton my shirt.
“That’s not fair. You’re teasing me.”
“And you fucking love it,” I taunt her, taking my time. Each button seems to take forever. I fight my fingers, reminding them who’s in charge. Is it weird that I’m trembling just a little bit? I’m never nervous when I’m with a girl, but with her...with her, I can’t seem to calm down enough to compose myself.
“I know. Come on, Gavin.”
She eggs me on, and I find myself rushing through the unbuttoning process. I slip my shirt off past my shoulders and shove it to the floor. Then I unbutton the top button on my pants and unzip. She watches me curiously as I push my pants and boxers down at the same time and, like my shirt, shove them away.
Then that’s it.
I’m naked in front of Emilia and I don’t really know what to expect. She’s seen my cock, but she’s never seen all of me. A momentarily jolt of insecurity jerks through my body. What if she doesn’t like what she sees?
Is there a chance that Emilia will reject me?
I don’t know what I’ll do if she sees me and decides that nah, I’m not worth her time. I mean, I’ll respect it. I’ll totally and completely honor that decision, but it’ll hurt all the same.
Apparently, I needn’t have worried, because she steps up to me and starts rubbing her breasts against me like a feral cat. She runs her hands up my chest and down to my cock. Then she grips it with one of those little hands. How she manages to wrap her entire palm around me, I don’t know. I haven’t any clue. All I know is that she’s touching me like she can’t possibly get enough, and that’s an incredible feeling.
She kisses me as she strokes my cock, and I reach between her legs, too.
“You shave,” I murmur. She’s soft and silky.
“Is that weird?”
“No, but...”
“But what?”
“Most of the time, virgins don’t do a lot of grooming.”
She flushes and shakes her head.
“I told you. I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex with lots of guys, Gavin.”
I grab her hair and tug it back, forcing her to look me directly in the eyes.
“No,” I shake my head. “You haven’t, and that’s okay, princess. That’s exactly how it’s supposed to be. You and me, baby. Right here. Right now. Are you ready?”
She licks her lips and then Emilia nods.
“I’m ready.”
Emilia
IT’S A STRANGE THING: being alone with Gavin. It’s weird knowing that this thing between us is definitely, totally going somewhere, and it’s going there right now.
There’s no holding back.
There’s no waiting.
There’s nothing but us and this moment and oh, I want this moment.
Stroking his cock makes me feel powerful: like a queen. It’s hard and silky at the same time, and I love the way he groans as I play with him. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job or not, but he seems to like it, and that’s all that matters.
He’s stroking between my legs, rubbing my clit, and he’s pushing me to new heights. It’s taking everything I have not to come apart right now, but I won’t do it. I won’t orgasm just yet. It’s weird and silly, but I want to come with him inside of me, and I don’t know if I can come twice, so I’m trying to hold off.
He lifts me up like I’m weightless and I wrap my legs around him. Then Gavin takes me to the bed and drops me down gently. He looks down at me like he’s admiring something truly wonderful, and then he climbs over me.
Pinning my hands over my head with one of his hands, he kisses me deeply, sweetly, gently. He uses his other hand to keep touching me, stroking me.
“Are you ready, Emmie?” He asks.
This is it.
This is the moment.
This is when everything changes.
“Yes,” I murmur. “I’m ready.”
Gavin kisses me again. He releases my wrists and I’m glad because now I can touch him absolutely everywhere. I run my hands over his chest and his body. He feels incredible and oh, I can’t seem to stop touching him again and again and again.
I feel his cock nudging at my entrance. I’m wet and there’s this deep ache between my legs. It’s been building up for a long time now, and I have a feeling that this is going to be the relief I’ve been looking for.
He pushes gently, and then a little faster, and soon he’s inside of me. I squeak a little, surprised at the intrusion. Even though I knew it was coming, it hurts a little.
“Are you okay?” He whispers.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “Keep going.”
He slides in and out of me, filling me up. It’s a little sore at first, but then it starts to feel really, really good.
Too good.
I close my eyes and hang onto his shoulders because if I don’t, I’m afraid that I might just float away. I’ve never felt anything like this before and something tells me that no matter what happens next, I’m never going to feel anything like it ever again.
Me and Gavin are for life. We probably shouldn’t be. There are a million reasons we shouldn’t be together and only a few that we should, but this moment right now?
This is a pretty big “yes” in my book.
He thrusts harder, faster, and my entire body starts to feel like it’s on fire. I’m building up to my release and I know that somehow, he’s right. It’s going to change everything.
It’s going to change me to my very core, but I think that it’s going to be okay.
I think I’m ready for this.
I close my eyes, and it happens. He reaches between us and starts touching me, giving me that extra little push, and I explode. Suddenly, I feel fuller than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Suddenly, everything feels like it’s on fire in the very best way.
He groans, coming too, and he shakes as his own orgasm washes over him.
So this is wh
at it means to make love.
This is what it means to become one.
This is what it means.
I close my eyes and I reach for Gavin, pulling him close.
I never want to let him go.
Chapter 17
Gavin
AFTER WE MAKE LOVE, I lay beside Emilia for what feels like an eternity.
“That was special,” she says.
“I’m glad it was good for you,” I whisper. I kiss her on the forehead. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She snuggles up against me, touching me, and I let myself just get lost in her a little bit longer. When it comes to Emilia, all bets are off. She’s got my heart and my soul and honestly, she’s got everything in-between. I never want to lose her.
I never want anything to come between us.
“I need to go back to my room,” she finally says. “I have class in the morning. You do, too.”
She’s right. I know she’s right.
Reluctantly, we climb out of bed and get dressed. Somehow, I manage to sneak her back out of the dorms and drive her over to the girls’ dormitory. I probably could have just walked her, but driving means we have a few extra minutes in the car to kiss and snuggle before she has to go inside and before I have to go back to reality.
“Do you have all of your stuff?” I ask her. “Phone? Inhaler?”
“Yeah,” she pats her little purse. “I’ve got it all. Thanks.”
“Of course.” I kiss her again and then she quietly slides out of the car, closing the door behind her.
I watch her walk inside the building. I stay long enough to make sure she’s all the way inside, and then I turn away and stare at my steering wheel for a long time. Tomorrow’s the big game, but somehow, I already feel like I’ve won because I’ve got her by my side.
That’s all I need.
It’s all I’ve ever needed.
I start the car and take off back to the dorm. I park, head inside, and go to my room. Once I’m there, I lay in bed and just think about everything that happened. Somehow, it feels like it’s been a lifetime that we’ve been together. Sometimes it feels like it’s only been moments: even hours.
At some point, I fall asleep, and I wake up to the sound of my alarm.
It’s time to start another day at Crescent Academy.
“WHAT HAPPENED LAST night?” Jared catches me outside of the classroom for literature.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what he’s talking about,” Timothy says, but I’m still pissed at him, and I ignore him.
“I was at practice with you last night, dumbass.”
“After that.”
“That’s not really any of your concern.”
They exchange knowing glances.
“I hope this doesn’t mean you’re going to fuck up at the game tonight.”
“I’m not,” I tell them, and I push past the guys so I can enter the classroom, but Timothy places a hand on my shoulder.
“I know you’re not,” he sneers. “Just like I know you’re not going to keep fucking little Miss Riley after today.”
“Excuse me?”
“She bombed the last test, man. You really think she’s going to be passing the class?” He chuckles. “She’s not going to have any time for you now, man. That test was worth half of her grade.” He shakes his head. “Nice move on sharing that picture the day of the exam. I didn’t think you had it in you. I definitely wouldn’t have. It was cold blooded.”
He turns and walks away. Jared looks at me with a shocked look on his face.
Shit.
How had I forgotten what I did to her?
I am such a fucking idiot.
I peek into the classroom and see that Emilia is already inside. She’s sitting by Karen and they’re talking to each other. Nobody seems to notice me at all. Mr. Wilson is walking down the hall to the classroom, so I leave my “friends” and hurry to him.
“Good morning, Mr. Reynolds,” he says politely. “And how are you today?”
“I have a problem,” I tell him.
Something in my voice must tell him that it’s urgent because he doesn’t tell me to wait until after class. Instead, he looks at me carefully.
“What’s your problem?” He glances over my shoulder where Jared and Timothy are still loitering, obviously trying to eavesdrop, but we’re too far away. They can’t hear us.
“I did something pretty horrible to Emilia Riley on Tuesday morning,” I tell him. “It caused her to do poorly on the exam.”
“Mr. Reynolds, you know I can’t discuss the grades of other students with you.”
“She shouldn’t have gotten a poor grade,” I tell him. “It was my fault.”
Mr. Wilson looks torn, but he shakes his head.
“I’m sorry,” he lowers his voice. “But we both know I can’t change a student’s grade once it’s in the system, and I can’t make exceptions when a student has a bad day. Her grade is her grade, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
I punch the locker beside us, completely pissed.
“Not good enough.”
He raises an eyebrow and sighs. I know he doesn’t want to send me to the principal’s office. I can see it in his eyes. Mr. Wilson is a kindhearted person who really goes above and beyond for the brats of Crescent Academy.
We don’t deserve him.
I know that more than anyone else, but right now, I don’t need kind.
Right now, what I need is for him to change Emilia’s grad to something good, or to let her retake the test so she’s not flunking out of school in her last semester. What if she doesn’t pass? I don’t even know what they would do to her. Would she go to summer school? Would she come back next year and just take one class?
Even if she didn’t drop out of school, I know for a fact that she’s trying to get scholarships to colleges for next year. Having a horrible grade isn’t going to reflect well on those applications, especially if she wants to major in something related to writing or literature.
“Please,” I whisper, but he shakes his head.
“Not good enough,” I repeat, and I start marching down the hallway.
“Class starts in two minutes,” he calls after me, but I ignore him and go to the principal’s office. There’s only one way to settle this, and I’m not about to take “no” for an answer.
I make my way down the hall. Jared and Timothy seem to realize that I’m going to do something stupid and they start chasing after me. Mr. Wilson doesn’t bother following me, which is just as well. What’s he going to do, anyway?
“What are you thinking?” Timothy says, catching up with me.
“Dude, what are you going to do?” Jared asks.
“Something I should have done a long time ago,” I say. I stop and turn to them. “I’m turning myself in.”
Timothy pales.
“You can’t.”
“They won’t let you play.”
“The team will lose.”
“It’s suicide.”
“I don’t care,” I tell them honestly. “She’s more important. What I did to her was completely unfair and wrong. I ruined her chances of doing well on the test.”
“Nobody knows it was you, man,” Timothy says.
“You’ve already gotten away with it,” Jared agrees. “You’re home free.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I’m not home free. I’m not even sort of free. No matter what happens, I know what I did, and that’s terrible enough. I know that I ruined her chances. I know I horrified her. I know I bullied her. That’s enough to get me expelled, yeah, but I’ll figure something out. I’m not going to let her take the punishment for my actions.”
Without another word, I turn and push open the door to the principal’s office. His secretary looks up at me and frowns, but she seems to realize something is wrong because she peeks behind me to see both Timothy and Jared completely freaking out.
“Mr. Reynolds, I don’t belie
ve you have an appointment.”
“I don’t,” I tell her. “May I please speak with the principal? I can wait.”
She looks at me in surprise, but pushes a button and picks up her phone. She calls into his office, says a few words, and then hangs up.
“Go on in,” she says. “He’ll see you now.”
“Thank you very much,” I tell her, and I head into his office. When I place my hands on the door to push it open, I’m very aware of what I’m doing. I know exactly what move I’m making and I know how this is going to play out: badly.
I’m about to confess to a expulsion-worthy offense.
And I’m going to do it because the woman I love doesn’t deserve to suffer.
I’m going to do it because I do love her.
Now’s my first chance to show her exactly that, and I’m not going to fuck it up. I’ve made more than enough mistakes in my life. This won’t be another one.
“Mr. Reynolds,” Principal Davis looks up as I enter his office. “What a surprise. Please, have a seat.”
I sit down across from him and fold my hands in my lap.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks politely, but we both know this isn’t pleasurable. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
“I need to talk to you about something.”
“I’m listening,” he folds his hands and sets them on his desk. Principal Davis gives me his full attention, which is what I need right now.
“It’s about Tuesday.”
“The picture.”
“Yes.”
He waits. This isn’t his first rodeo. It’s not his second. This isn’t his first day dealing with teenagers who lie or who blame other people for their problems. Principal Davis isn’t about to give me a free pass and he’s definitely not going to suggest that I lied to him.
Instead, he waits patiently and allows me to say what I want to say.
“I took it,” I finally say. “And I shared it. I did it to be an asshole to Emilia Riley. She was distraught when she found out the picture had been circulating. As a result, she failed Mr. Wilson’s literature test that day.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Davis asks. He cocks his head and furrows his brow, as though he has no idea why I would possibly give up everything for her.