by T. N. Cole
I growled and ran my hands up her skirt like I had wanted to do all night. Her tights stopped before they reached the top of her legs, so I didn’t need to rip them off as I was fantasizing about since I had laid eyes on her. I was too impatient—too turned on—to think about anything else besides needing to taste her. I dropped to my knees and frantically pulled her thong down her legs. That was the only article of clothing I got off before I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and swiped my tongue at the apex of her thighs. She shrieked in surprise, which turned into a whimper of pleasure when I started licking through her folds. She was dripping with sweet wetness. She moved her red skirt off my head so she could tug at my hair.
I had just slipped a finger inside of her when we heard a girl scream, “Oh baby, harder!” through the wall. We froze, and then heard the guy yell, “Yeah, you like that, Heather? Take it!”
I looked up at Kate from where I was still kneeling on the floor. Her face was pale, and her mouth was open. “She’s not supposed to be here,” she whispered, more to herself than me. I stood up and ran a hand through my hair.
“No biggie. Just grab some clothes and we can head to my place,” I assured her. Kate already had a drawer in my bathroom since she was over there all the time. She still looked freaked out. She nodded, but it was still a few seconds before she snapped out of it and started moving.
I sat on the edge of her bed and watched as she packed a bag. I reached in my pocket and played with her black thong. She was so flustered, trying to get out of here, that she didn’t even notice that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Or that I had never given them back. I smiled. “’Kay, let’s get the hell out of here,” Kate announced.
I slung her overnight bag over my shoulder and grabbed her hand. I pressed a kiss to her temple. And as we were leaving her bedroom, we heard a long scream coming from the room to the left of Kate’s. I raised my eyebrows in amusement at Kate, and she shook her head in disapproval. She picked up the pace and was in such a hurry to get out of there that we ended up taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
“I’m going to make you scream like that,” I informed her as I got in the car. She glared at me as I backed out of the parking lot to go to my apartment. “What?” I chuckled. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“She’s just ridiculous, that’s all,” Kate muttered as she bit her lower lip.
I glanced at her and placed my hand on her thigh to soothe her, “So we heard her and her boyfriend having loud sex, so what? It’s college. These things happen.”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the seat. She took my hand in hers and forcefully expelled a breath. “You’re right.”
“And it’s not like they’re going to have any more fun than we are tonight,” I added.
That got a smile out of her. But, I had to ask. “So, your roommate’s name is Heather?”
“Yes. Why?” She looked at me quizzically.
I shrugged, not turning to look at her. “No reason. You never really tell me anything about her. All I know is that I’m not allowed to meet her. And you think she’s crazy.”
“She’s psycho.” Kate sighed. “We used to get along really well. Especially when we were younger. But she hasn’t been the same for the last five years.”
“Why not?”
She was silent for a moment. “She just changed,” she finally said as we pulled into the parking garage of my apartment complex. As I was helping her out of her car, she froze.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she muttered. “I just don’t know where my underwear went.”
I smirked, and she narrowed her eyes at me. “Do you know where they are?”
“Does it matter? I mean, it’s not like you’re going to need them for the rest of the night anyway.” I grabbed her bag and put my other hand on the small of her back as we walked.
She arched a brow as we stepped into the elevator. “Oh, really?”
“Really.” I ran my hand through my hair as I slowly perused her body in appreciation. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to hide her shiver as her body responded to my stare. Her reaction only made me smile. I was so damn attracted to her; it was good to know that she felt our connection, too.
Kate stalked out of the elevator and to my apartment without waiting for me. As soon as I caught up and unlocked the door, she brushed past me and headed to the bedroom. I slowly followed her and found her standing in the middle of the room hugging herself with her back to me. I silently walked so that I was standing right behind her—close, but not quite touching. She tilted her head slightly toward me, and her breaths were coming faster. I was equally hyperaware of every centimeter of space between us.
“Kate,” I whispered in her ear as I brushed her hair off one shoulder. I placed a wet kiss on her bare shoulder where her sweater had slid off. She tilted her head to one side, and I took the invitation. I placed my hands on her hips and slowly slid them around to her front. They glided under her sweater so that my hands pressed against her naked stomach. I pulled her so that every part of her back was in contact with my front.
She exhaled sharply, and slowly turned, letting my hands slide smoothly over her torso, until she was facing me. In her heels, she was almost eye level with me, and we stared into each other’s eyes. The moment was more intimate than any erotic act I had ever done up until now. She had her hands on my biceps, and she moved them to interlace her fingers behind my head.
Our lips inched toward each other. The contact was light at first, our lips ghosting against each other. However, the kiss quickly turned fierce when Kate parted her mouth, allowing me to explore her with my tongue. My hands started to push her sweater up, and she wasted no time in separating from me so she could pull her sweater over her head. She dropped it to the floor and ran her hand through her hair as I took in her lacy black bra. I reached for her, but she ignored me and impatiently tugged at my shirt.
I complied, yanking my shirt off. We silently appraised each other with a few feet of space between us. Finally, the corner of her mouth turned up in a crooked smile as she looked up from my abs and met my eyes. She sauntered over to me and then jumped to wrap her legs around my waist. I caught her easily and our mouths met as I carried her to the bed. I sat on the edge of the covers, letting Kate straddle me, as I kissed her. I. unzipped her skirt and left it around her waist, content with what we were doing
Until she tightened her hold on my hips, grinding herself on me. I wrapped one arm around her waist and threw her behind me, following the momentum so I ended up on top of her. I braced myself over her with both hands, as I sharply thrust against her. She groaned in satisfaction. “Tristan. Clothes,” she panted.
I leaned up on my knees to remove my jeans as she kicked off her skirt. She reached for her tights next, but I stopped her, wanting to remove them myself. I retrieved the black lace thong from my pocket and I met her eyes as she fell back on the pillows. I guided both of her hands above her slowly, to make sure she was okay with what I was doing. She looked up at me with clear, trusting eyes. I tied her wrists together with her underwear and kissed her. I couldn’t not kiss her. She was absolutely stunning—lying there with her back arched, nipples poking through her bra, hair wild around her, and eyes dark with lust.
“Leave your hands up there,” I instructed hoarsely when I tore my mouth from hers. She nodded, eyes flaring with desire. “Say yes,” I demanded as I unhooked her bra and left it up by her hands as a makeshift restraint.
“Yes,” she responded quietly but firmly. I kissed her again to express my approval. I made my way down her body, stopping to flick my tongue over her hardened nipples. I sucked and nipped, but my girl was impatient, rubbing her pussy against my abdomen in want.
I quickly crawled between her legs and pressed a kiss between her thighs. She immediately moaned in response. I hummed as I tasted her wetness. She was so responsive to me. I slid one finger inside of her as I circled her clit with
my tongue. She cried out, “Tristan, more!”
I growled and added another finger. “Like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she groaned. In her haze of pleasure, she forgot to keep her hands up above her head. I stilled when I felt her hands tugging my hair.
“Hands up, Kate. Or I stop.” She immediately complied, and I smiled. I started to thrust my fingers in and out of her quickly. Her tiny whimpers of pleasure increased as I sucked her clit. All too quickly, she was coming around my fingers. I removed them so I could lap at her juices while she came back down to earth.
Kate was breathing heavily as she recovered. I chuckled in response to her satiated smile. I leaned over to kiss her before I reached up and freed her hands. She immediately went to grab my head for a long kiss. Our hands were frantically roving each other’s body. When she slipped her hand inside my boxer briefs to grab my cock, I broke the kiss. I stretched to reach my nightstand drawer. She tugged at my boxer briefs as I grabbed the condom. I helped her remove my boxer briefs and kneeled on the bed between her spread legs.
I rolled on the latex with shaking hands. I needed to be inside her. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me with hooded eyes.
When I was done, I leaned down to capture her lips in mine again. She fell back and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I shifted enough so that I could reach between us to guide the head of my cock to her wet heat. She sat up and held onto into my shoulders as we both watched the tip of me enter her. I guided her back to the bed and covered her body so that her nipples were rubbing my chest. She grabbed my chin and pulled me to her mouth for a bruising kiss. I responded to her intensity as I slowly slid deeper into her, my eyes closing at how warm and tight she felt.
I stopped moving when two things happened. She stiffened in discomfort, and I felt a barrier.
“Kate…” I faltered as I pushed up on my arms to hover over her. How could she not have told me?
“Tristan,” she pleaded. “Just keep going. Please.”
“But, Kate—” I tenderly brushed her hair back from where it was matted to the side of her face with sweat. The déjà vu was starting to hit.
“I can’t believe you’re a virgin, Mel,” I drunkenly slurred as I positioned myself between her legs.
“I don’t care, Tristan. Just take it. It was always yours anyway,” she cried out as I thrust deep inside her in one move.
No! I fought against the hazy memories. I wanted to stay here. I had to stay at this moment with Kate.
“I’m fine, I promise. I just need you to move,” she begged as she tried in vain to wrap her legs around my waist to force me further in.
“Are you—”
“Yes, I’m sure. Tristan, just please!”
“You owe me an explanation later, got it?” I pinned her with a serious stare.
She nodded frantically. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against hers.
“I want you, Tristan. Only you,” she breathed back. “Don’t you want me?” she added in a small voice.
I closed my eyes as the onslaught of emotions washed over me, and when I opened them again, they were blazing. “You own me, Kate. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.” Before she could respond, I ravaged her, showing her just how much she meant to me.
I tore myself away from her perfect mouth. We were both panting. I searched her eyes until I was absolutely sure this was what she wanted. “I’m gonna go fast to get the pain out of the way first okay, Kate? Then I’ll try to make it good for you. Do you understand?”
She brushed her lips against mine and said, “I trust you.”
I took a deep breath, and then quickly thrust all the way in.
She threw her head back and scraped her nails against my back as she screamed out in pain. My eyes rolled back as I fought to control myself.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I murmured over and over again as I rained light kisses all over her face. It was killing me not to move—she was so tight. But I needed her to get adjusted to the feeling first. She buried her face in my neck, and I stroked her hair as she gathered herself.
“At least I know it’s not going to get any worse than that, right?” She laughed softly before giving me a small smile. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears.
I pretended to look wounded. “Wow. Thanks, babe.”
She giggled and, as usual, I couldn’t help but smile in response. Our lips fused together once again, until I felt her flex her walls around me. I groaned, and Kate’s eyes grew wide. “Kate, if you start doing that, this isn’t going to last. I need to move. But you need to tell me if it hurts too much. Are you ready?”
She leveled me with a heated gaze and pulled me to her. Her mouth opened, inviting my tongue in. I swept in and took what she offered. As our tongues dueled, I slowly slid out and then back in. Her tongue faltered a little, and I assumed it was because of the pain. I reached down to circle her clit with my thumb, and I repeated the motion a few more times, hoping that it would become more comfortable for her as she got wetter.
She sucked on my tongue and then lifted her hips up tentatively to meet mine. I growled against her mouth and pushed in harder, my thumb leaving her clit so I could balance on both arms. She gasped in pleasure and tilted her head back. I sucked down her neck and I found her right nipple and pulled it into my mouth hard. “Tristan,” she moaned as she gripped my hair with both hands.
I started moving faster, deeper. Her legs wrapped around my hips to bring us closer. I shifted my attention to her other breast and she hissed in satisfaction when I lightly bit at the tight bud.
I licked and suckled my way back up her chest and neck to her mouth. I kissed her roughly. “Baby, you feel fucking amazing. Your pussy is…fuck.”
She whimpered in response, and our mouths collided again.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and we found the perfect rhythm—her meeting me with her hips for every thrust. “Kate, are you almost there? I need you to come for me. Because I’m close. I’m so close, babe.”
“I—I don’t think I can.” She writhed as I shifted my weight to my left elbow so I could roll her nipple between my fingers. She panted, “Most girls, can’t—” She stilled my hand with hers so she could finish her thought. “Most girls can’t get off their first time.”
In response, I shook her hand off mine and started to push down on her clit again. Her head thrashed from side to side. “Tristan,” she gasped. “Tristan, harder. And faster.”
I was hesitant to lose control and fuck her the way I wanted, since it was her first time. Then I felt her contract her walls. Hard. I roared, and I started pounding into her. My arms were back on either side of her head as I thrust into her relentlessly. She kept her legs wrapped against my waist and reached up to push against the headboard, increasing the friction. “Awww shit, Kate.”
The image of her with her hair splayed across the pillow and her face twisted in pleasure would forever be seared into my mind. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of our movements, and it was too much for me. “Baby. Kate, I—”
“Let go, Tristan,” she groaned.
Without breaking my rhythm, I dropped my face to hers for a searing kiss. I felt the lightning flash of pleasure travel down my spine to my cock, and I yelled out her name as I spilled into the condom while I was deep inside of her.
I didn’t give myself time to recover. Before my cock even stopped twitching from the force of my orgasm, I pulled out and scooted backward. Staying on my knees, I threw her legs over my shoulder as I grabbed her by the ass and buried my face in her pussy. She screamed in surprise and clawed at the sheets underneath her. I should have been gentler, but I was licking and sucking like I couldn’t get enough of her. Which I couldn’t. Finally, I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucked hard, and then lightly bit it as I pushed two fingers into her at the same time. That sent her over the edge. She thrust against my face as she shrieked my name. I lapped at her throug
h the aftershocks until she went limp on the bed.
I crawled back up to her face and kissed her quickly. “I’ll be right back,” I promised.
She nodded languidly without opening her eyes. I chuckled at how worn out she looked before I slid off the bed and slipped into the bathroom. I disposed of the condom, splashed water on my face, and ran a washcloth under warm water before returning to the bed.
“Kate.” No response. “Kate.” She raised her eyebrows, but otherwise didn’t respond. I gently pried apart her legs and pressed the washcloth to her swollen center, and then she shot up into a sitting position
“What are you doing?” She covered her breasts with her arms and tried to close her legs.
I smiled at her reassuringly. “I’m just cleaning you up a little, babe, and then we can sleep.”
She relaxed her legs and leaned over to press her lips against mine. “Thank you,” she breathed.
“You have nothing to thank me for, Kate.” I finished what I was doing and quickly went to put away the washcloth.
When I returned, she had crawled underneath the sheets as she waited for me. I climbed in and instead of turning her back so I could spoon her, she burrowed into my side. She lifted her head so I could put my arm under her head and she cuddled closer to me, resting her head on my chest. “Are you okay?” I asked as I trailed my fingers up and down her arm.
She laughed softly and tangled our legs together. “I don’t think any girl would not be okay after that, Tristan.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “You know what I mean.”
She yawned. “I don’t feel sore yet. Probably in the morning.”
“Get some sleep, baby.”
She suddenly lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest. “This feels like a dream. If I go to sleep, will you still be here in the morning?” She searched my face intensely.
“Of course, I will,” I whispered back. “You owe me an explanation. But more than anything, I need you. I’m not leaving you.”