Spring Semester

by Tyler, Q. B.

  The smell of maple syrup fills the air as I place pancakes on our plates. Despite the fact that it is well past ten PM, I had a craving for breakfast. I’m surprised I haven’t burned my house down with the way Everett is distracting me. He stands directly behind me almost the entire time, his erection digging into my back and his lips on my neck. At one point he’d slid his hand between my legs and rubbed me gently while I whisked the batter.

  Now we are sitting at my dining room table feeding each other pancakes when he misses my mouth smearing maple syrup into my skin. “Hey!” I giggle.

  “Oh shit, let me get that.” He smiles and presses his lips to the sticky skin, swiping his tongue across my chin and cheek to collect the sweet syrup. “You make the syrup taste sweeter.”

  This man is wearing me down slowly but surely.

  I’m leaning in to kiss him when his phone, which is sitting on the table between us, begins to ring. I catch a look at the name and then up at him questioningly.

  “Why is Alli calling?” I don’t think Everett is doing anything shady, necessarily, but I’m irritated that he hasn’t made it clear not to contact him.

  “I don’t know. I… I’m not going to answer it.”

  Envy slithers up my spine and grips my brain, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I was turning greener by the second. “Has she been calling?” I blurt out.

  “No. Maybe once since I broke up with her.” Bitch.

  “Have you seen her?” Okay, Leigh, rein in the crazy.

  Everett already knows you’re crazy. I argue with myself. What’s the use in hiding it?

  “Leigh…” He rubs his hand down my arm and clasps our hands.

  I slide my hand out of his grasp and cross my arms. “Have you seen her? It’s a simple question, Everett.”

  “No, I haven’t and I don’t want you getting up in arms about her. She means nothing.”

  “She meant enough for you to date her.” I argue, petulantly.

  “Leighton,” he growls.

  “Why are you scolding me for being upset?”

  “I’m not, baby. I just…hate that you’re upset.” I look in his warm eyes, filled with kindness and regret and love and hurt. Eyes that I know are full of truth. “And I hate myself for doing this to you.” He looks away from me and towards the front door of my townhouse. He shakes his head. “I just want to make you happy,” he mumbles. “Why is that so fucking hard?” His words successfully knock the wind out of me. My chest tightens and for a second, I feel like my heart might explode from my chest. Everett Cartwright does make me happy. Ever since we were nine years old, when I linked our pinkies and told him we were best friends. Things weren’t so complicated then. Happiness was such a simple concept. A simplicity I long for as we take our relationship into uncharted territory.

  “You do.” I bite my lip and move across the table to sit in his lap in an attempt to lighten the mood. I rub my nose against his, and a smile floats across his face. “Sorry,” I whisper, “for being crazy.”

  He raises an eyebrow at me and pinches my side playfully. “I like you a little bit crazy.”

  I slam my hand down on the bed, as my face is pushed hard into the mattress. “HARDER!” I screech as Everett plows into me from behind. One hand is in my hair, pulling hard as he simultaneously pushes me down, and I feel my pussy start to pulse in preparation for the orgasm I know is only moments away. “Stay the fuck down, Mills,” he growls as he lets my face go and lays a hard smack to my ass.

  Fuck. Again. Please!

  “You want more?” he asks and I wonder if I spoke aloud or if he really can hear my thoughts.

  “Yes! More!”

  “Ask me nicely.”

  “No,” I sass and begin to salivate for his response to my comment. I bite my bottom lip, preparing for his reaction when I feel his nails dig into my ass. I yelp and curl my toes as the delicious pain takes over. “Please.”

  The “taking things slow” idea had long been forgotten the second we were alone in my bedroom. It only took one look for our clothes to start flying and his cock to slide down my throat.

  I shiver as his thick cock stretches me. He fucks me so hard; I swear I can feel his dick in my soul. But I need more. My hand immediately goes between my legs and I graze his cock as he goes in and out of me. I rub my clit, desperate for more friction in between thrusts when his balls slap against my sex. His hands tighten on my hips and then suddenly I feel empty. My sex immediately feels cold without his dick inside of me warming my insides.

  I frown. “What are you doing?” He flips me over on my back and stares down at me. “Did I say you could touch it?” He strokes his dick from root to tip, rubbing the juices from my sex all over it. We’d forgone condoms this time in a haste for him to get inside of me, and I clench at the sexiness of it.

  “I was close…”

  “And?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “If you want to come, I’ll take care of it if you ask nicely.”

  “Screw you,” I spit out before sinking my teeth into my bottom lip in attempts to rile him up.

  He clicks his tongue against his teeth before he leans forward tickling my clit with the tip of his hard cock. A creamy bead forms at the head and I watch as he wipes it against my slit. He spreads my lips open and I whimper as the air hits my wet cunt. “It’s my job to make you come, Leighton.” He leans down and hovers above me, his dick rubbing against my pelvis. I try to arch myself to get him inside of me, but it’s no use as it tickles the area around my navel. “And I take my job very seriously,” he whispers against my lips before letting his tongue dart out to lick them.

  He trails his tongue down my body, stopping at my right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, nibbling gently on the sensitive nub that always has me crying out. Everett loves biting me everywhere, but there is something about my nipples that makes him more aggressive. He bites harder there than anywhere else and it always causes a reaction somewhere between crying out in pleasure and in pain. The line is faint, but I loved searching for it.

  He bites a little harder every few seconds and I already feel the indents in my skin from his teeth marks forming. He lets me go with a pop. “It’s been over a week since I’ve licked your pussy.”

  “Trust me, I know.” I swallow in preparation for his mouth between my thighs. I love everything about the rough sex, the aggression, the roles of dominant and submissive we take on in the bedroom because they are so different from our everyday life. But when his mouth is on me, there, he is just Everett. The nervous young guy that turned beet red the first time he asked if he could taste me. The young boy that got teased for having a girl best friend. The man I’m madly in love with.

  In those moments, he isn’t aggressive. He doesn’t bite or spank or pull. He worships and loves and turns me inside out in soft, warm strokes. His tongue is strong and unrelenting, but it’s soft and sweet as he makes love to me. It’s like his tongue is telling me he loves me in a voice only my pussy can understand.

  It’s insane.

  “Fuck,” he whispers, I think to himself because I barely hear him over my heavy breathing. “I’ll never not want this.” He presses his lips to my sex and slides his tongue through my folds.

  “Oh my God.” My eyes immediately flutter closed as I feel my body begin to build.

  “Look at me, baby,” he tells me, though his words are muffled as his tongue hasn’t moved from my clit. I look down at him and almost come right then and there when I see my cum on his tongue, mixing with his spit. I used to be embarrassed at how wet I could get, but Everett successfully fucked all of the humiliation out of me years ago. Now, I attempt to drown him every time we fuck.

  He slides two fingers inside of me and curls them upward and I curl my toes into the mattress. “Everett!”

  “You know what I want.”

  Everett’s favorite thing is to make me squirt, and although I can’t every time, sometimes he can force my body into it if I’m just close enough to the edge while we’re in this
position. I nod as I feel myself falling over the edge. “Oh my God, I’m coming.” I grab his head, holding him in place, our eyes locked in this intimate moment and right on cue the words leave my lips. “I love you so fucking much.” The tears spring to my eyes, and I try to move up the bed away from his mouth but he moves with me, pinning my legs down and keeping his mouth attached to me as a rush of fluid flies from my sex.

  “Yes, yes fucking yes,” he growls like he’s a man in a desert that just found water. He drinks from me like he’d been parched forever, lapping at the space between my legs as if I’m a fountain.

  When I finally float back down to Earth, my arms and legs feel boneless and all I want is to snuggle in Everett’s arms and go to sleep.

  “So that’s two orgasms for Princess Leighton.”

  “No one told you to pull out.” I yawn and let my eyes flutter closed. “You knew what you were doing and once you make me squirt it’s game over.”

  He chuckles and I feel him push my wet hair from my face. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and then I’m moving slowly into his arms and thankfully out of the puddle I made on my bed. He pulls the blanket up over us and kisses my nose one final time. “I love you.”

  I press my lips to his bare chest and nod. “We can fuck when I wake up.”

  “You bet your ass we will.” His voice is even and quiet. “And I do quite literally mean your ass.”

  It’s been quite possibly the best three weeks of my life. Sure, I’ve always enjoyed my time with Leighton, but there’s something so different about us now.

  She’s really mine now.

  And fuck if I don’t love being hers.

  Especially every morning with her special wake up calls.

  Dave and Pat finally stopped ragging on me for being pussy whipped because they realized I could not give less of a fuck what their single asses thought. I have Leighton. The girl I’ve been in love with for as long as I can remember.

  School is great. I’m still on track to graduate summa cum laude, we’re undefeated in lacrosse, and I’m spending every night inside of my favorite person in the world. And the sex… sex I thought was already fucking mind blowing, somehow got better.

  Nothing can bring me down.

  I’m sitting on the quad on the first truly warm day of the year when I feel hands over my eyes and a wet kiss on my cheek. “Guess who?”

  “Umm…Skyler?” I joke

  “Fuck off.” She scoffs as she plops her pert little ass into my lap and moves around far too much.

  “Shit, baby, can you not?” I grip her hips to stop her from moving when she looks up at me with those deviously sexy eyes.

  “I’m horny as fuck, can we go home pleeeease?” she whines. I push her cheeks together and press my lips to hers.

  “I need to stop by one of my professor’s office hours but meet you at my car in like twenty?” I look down at my watch before meeting her gaze.

  “Okay, I’m going to grab some sodas from the dining center. I think we’re out of chasers and I don’t feel like going to the grocery store.”

  It’s Thirsty Thursday and the first one after a hellish midterm week, so a bunch of us are looking to cut loose. I don’t have class on Fridays, and Leighton’s class was canceled, so we are already preparing to do some serious damage to our livers tonight.

  “Okay, but can you get something besides diet?” I give her a pointed look and she runs her tongue up her middle finger lasciviously before blowing me a kiss.

  Little tease.

  I’m leaning against my car waiting for Leighton when I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. “Baby, I—” I look up from my phone expecting it to be Leighton with two bottles of diet coke just to spite me when Alli comes into view. Her face is pale and she’s barely wearing a stitch of makeup, which is unlike her.

  “Hey, Everett.” Her voice is quiet and unsure, and I’m immediately on the defense that she’s about to hand me a sob story about how I hurt her and she wants me back.

  “Alli…” I immediately search the perimeter of the parking lot for Leighton. I’m not sure she’d lose it over us talking, but I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. “Ummm…how ya been?” I ask, trying my best to keep things light. I know I don’t owe Alli anything necessarily, but as everyone has so eloquently put it, I did kind of fuck her over.

  She lets out a breath and squeezes her eyes shut. “Pregnant.”

  I blink my eyes several times at her as she slowly opens hers. “What?”

  “I’m pregnant, Everett. And before you get all twitchy and weird and dismissive, it’s yours.”

  There are a million thoughts going through my head right now and none of them seem appropriate to blurt out at this moment, so I go with the least offensive. “What?”

  The tears flood her blue eyes and she shakes them away. “My pill must have failed. I don’t know…and…”

  I put my hands up, but why? I don’t know. Maybe to get her to stop talking or to prevent her from taking a step closer or maybe because I’m desperate for her to take those words back. “We didn’t have sex, Alli,” I interrupt.

  “Still holding onto that, huh?” she snaps, her blue eyes angry and harsh.

  “I wouldn’t have fucked you without a condom.”

  “Even if we used one, they’re not 100% effective, bio major.” The sarcasm drips from her voice.

  “It’s too soon for you to know if—” I start doing some math in my head when she interrupts.

  “Four weeks. I was late. I just left the health center…I was going to ask if we could meet up and then I saw you here…alone…without your shadow.” My eyes snap to hers, warning her when she puts her hands up. “Look, I’m not trying to wreck things with your precious Leighton.” Nope, I’m going to do that all on my own. My heart flips hearing her name fall from Alli’s lips. Leighton is going to hate me. She’s going to leave me…fuck. Fuck. fuck. “But—”

  “Are you keeping it? I mean I support…but…you can’t be, right?” I stumble over my words, not wanting to sound like some patriarchal asshole who doesn’t believe in giving women choices. I shake my head, deciding to take a different approach. “You want to be cheer captain, and you do like a fuck ton of shit. You soak your liver in vodka three times a week. You want to be Beta Sig president, how are you going to do all of that with a fucking baby?”

  She pulls at her ponytail and squeezes her eyes shut. “I don’t…I don’t know, Everett, but I don’t think I could do that. It’s…a baby.”

  “One you want to raise with me?” This is bullshit and not how I imagined it would go the first time I was told I’d be a dad.

  First off, this is the wrong mom.

  “Listen, I’m in just as much shock as you are. I just wanted to clue you in, I’m pregnant and…it’s yours.”

  “You’re a fucking liar.” The words are higher than mine, although I may or may not have been thinking that at least a dozen times during this conversation. Leighton moves towards us, her hands shaking despite the bag of two-liters in her hands. I go to remove them from her grasp and although she flinches, she lets me take the heavy bags from her.

  “I am not, Leighton,” Alli spits out.

  Leighton looks at me. The tears are there, but they haven’t started sliding down her sweet face. “Tell me…tell me she’s lying, Everett. Please,” she pleads with me. Actually pleads. I’ve never known Leighton Mills to plead with me for anything except an orgasm. Her bottom lip trembles and just as I’m about to speak, Alli interjects.

  “He can’t. It’s his baby. I haven’t been with anyone since that night we slept together.”

  I can see that her words affect Leighton, although no one else could probably tell. She looks away from us both and I grit my teeth together, pissed that Leighton is suffering the brunt of this. “Alli, thanks for…telling me. Can we continue this conversation…” I look over at Leighton who looks like she’s holding it together by a fucking thread, “later?”

  “Of co
urse. You have my number.” She shoots a glare at Leighton, trying to dig the knife in deeper, I’m sure, but Leighton doesn’t even seem to notice.

  I have Leighton pinned against my car before she can decide that she doesn’t want me to touch her. “Baby, say something.”

  “You’re…you’re going to have a baby?” She lets out a breath as the first of what I assume to be several tears start to fall. “With her? How? Why?” Her nostrils flare and she twists her lips into a pout that makes me believe she’s chewing the inside of her cheek to keep from completely breaking down. I’m not sure if she was asking me those questions or the universe, but I’m quiet because quite frankly, I don’t have the answers.

  “It’s funny,” she continues. “I always…I always thought I’d be the mother when you decided to have a baby.” She blinks the tears from her eyes and looks around the parking lot. I wrap my arms around her and she must be in shock because she snuggles her face against my chest.

  “I want that…you and me having babies. I want that, sweetheart.” I squeeze my eyes shut and curse every higher power for doing this to me. I just want Leighton. All I fucking care about is Leighton, and this is going to ruin everything.

  “You slept with her…officially.” She pulls back and scrunches her nose. “I was holding onto hope that you didn’t.”

  “I still don’t remember…I don’t remember touching her. I…”

  “Does that matter? The proof is in the pudding. Or…her womb…I don’t know.” She looks at me and makes her way to the other side of the car. “Can we go home? I want to start drinking. I’m getting absolutely hammered tonight.”

  “You did what?” Peyton’s eyes are wide and like they’re ready to kill. She slams her hand down on the counter next to the shots they’d poured and points at me. “I knew you were a shady fucking asshole,” she growls and Skyler’s eyes shoot to mine as if to say I was on your side. I was rooting for you, but now…