by Jenika Snow
“Sky told me she had a crush on him, and that she was over it.” After the fight, we had hung out for a couple of hours. She didn’t want to go straight back to the dorm in case she bumped into Holden.
“Ah, so at least she hasn’t been keeping shit secret.” Claire makes a clicking sound. “I’ve got to head to class. See you around, buddy.”
I laugh as I make my way toward the library. Ever since the fight, I’ve made myself stay away from her. I wanted to give her a chance to know what she wanted. No pressure. No demands.
Entering the stuffy library, I watch as several girls turn my way. I’m so not interested, and I look around the main tables. There’s no sign of Skylar anywhere. Going toward the stacks, I start to look through them again. This brought me back to the second time I saw Skylar. She’d come straight to the library, and tried to hide amongst the books.
Back in the literature section, I find her on the floor, several books open again. This time, she is making notes rather than just reading.
Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she is wearing a plain white shirt with torn jeans. She looks cute as well. There is a pencil behind her ear and a pen in her hand. She is scribbling away, completely oblivious to being watched.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I say, startling her.
She grabs her chest and turns toward me. “Adrian, you scared me.”
“I told you I’d stop by, and we’d hang out, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t call, nor did you write. I had to wonder if you had forgotten me,” she says.
Taking a seat beside her, I grab one of the books and wrinkle my nose. “Too advanced for my tastes.” Closing the book, I watch her. “You could have called me.”
Her brow goes up. “Seriously? I’m not the kind of girl to take the first step.”
“I’m always happy for a girl to take the next step. I took you to a fight. Some chicks don’t dig that.”
“Do all of your dates have their brother’s best friend come and try and berate them?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Nope. I can’t say that I have. That was new for me. Kind of weird.”
She chuckles. “At least you agree it was a date.”
“Of course it was a date. In fact, how do you feel about going dancing with me?”
“Dancing?”
“Yeah, there’s this club downtown. They have some seriously good music, and it’s fun.”
“I’m not old enough.”
I wave my hand in the air. “You’ll be with me. There won’t be any need for you to worry. I’ll vouch for you.”
“I think you’re trying to corrupt me.”
“Is it working?” I ask.
“Nope. I’m a good girl at heart.”
Her eyes are so beautiful, and her lips so plump.
I can’t hold back anymore. Cupping her cheek, I run my thumb along her bottom lip and watch as her cheeks heat up.
“I like good girls.”
“I want to ask. What is going on between us?” she asks.
“You know what is going on.”
“We’re having fun?”
“We can have fun, or we can make this something more,” I say. To me, we are about to cross that line between having fun and dating.
I never chase a girl, and I certainly don’t try to make them feel better. When it comes to Sky, I want to give her something amazing.
She licks her lips, and the tip of her tongue touches my thumb. “Maybe you should kiss me,” she says.
Number one, I’m a guy. Number two, she’s a stunning girl. Number three, I don’t need to be asked twice.
Slamming my lips down on hers, everything seems to come together for me. Her lips are so soft as she opens up, and I plunge my tongue inside, tasting her. The subtle hint of coffee is so damn addictive. My cock is instantly hard for this girl.
I’ve seen her a handful of times, and already I want more.
“Adrian,” she whimpers.
Her hands grab my shirt, and when I break the kiss and look into her eyes, I know I am about to have a fight on my hands.
Holden isn’t getting near her.
Skylar is mine.
Chapter 15
Skylar
The next night
I can’t believe I’ve agreed to come to this club. It’s brand new, just opening last year, from what Adrian told me. It is packed, smells of sweat, booze, and sex, and I have already allowed myself to have two drinks. I asked Claire if she wanted to come, but she’d decided against it.
I am kind of glad it is just Adrian and me, to be honest. I like being with him, and even though I’ve questioned a lot of things, I also feel something with him I have never felt with anyone else.
He makes me feel like I can breathe, and if that isn’t a sign that this is a good thing, I don’t know what would be.
“Dance with me?” he asks. This is the third time he’s brought it up, but until I feel a buzz there is no way I am getting on that dance floor.
Now though? I feel loose enough and free to agree.
I nod and watch his grin spread across his face.
We move into the thick crowd, who are already gyrating together. It is like watching people have sex, although everyone is dressed … or partially anyway. As it is I feel like I am going to church with my outfit when every other female is wearing barely anything at all.
The song that starts next is not really slow, but it is pretty sexualized. Adrian wraps his hand around my waist, pulls me in close, and I let out a gust of air. I feel the arousal from Adrian pulse around me like the music.
We start moving together, pressed impossibly close together, swaying with the music. We are moving slower than everyone else. As I stare at his face, feeling the alcohol move through my veins and the buzz consume me, I let the wall I always have in place down.
The darkness, and flashing neon lighting seems to make the entire atmosphere more sexually charged. Of course the fact I am insanely attracted to Adrian doesn’t hurt.
“You feel that?” he asks right by my ear, and I feel myself nodding before the words actually register. “Yeah, there’s no way you don’t, Skylar.” He has his hand on the center of my back, pulling me impossibly closer. “Tell me this is just as fucking intense for you as it is for me.”
I stare right in his eyes, lick my lips, and nod slowly. “It is.” The music is so loud it is hard to hear myself think, but it seems to all start to fade until it is just the two of us. I shift and feel his leg slide between mine, his knee right up against the most intimate part of me.
Heat engulfs me, and pleasure slams into me.
Everything else fades and I just let myself … feel.
The friction and pressure of that limb causes my pussy to become wet. I am so hot, not just from the temperature surrounding us, but the fact my body wants Adrian. My nipples feel hard, and I have trouble breathing.
Adrian leans in, sliding his fingertips slowly over my lower back, and I feel like my skin has caught fire. He pulls me harder against his chest and moves his mouth to my ear once more. “This isn’t just a passing feeling for me, Skylar.”
I close my eyes and take a stuttering breath in.
“I care about you.” He pulls back. “I want you as mine.”
“I care about you, too,” I whisper and move my hands up his thickly corded and muscular arms. I curl my fingers into his t-shirt covered shoulders. This is certainly not how I ever act, but I feel free with Adrian.
I want him.
In this moment I want to say screw the night club and have Adrian take me back to his place. I want to be with him, to give myself to the boy who has made me see there is light in darkness.
“I’m in the mood to say let’s forget about this place and go somewhere quiet.” He pulls back an inch and cups my cheek. “We can just talk, Skylar. All I want is to be close to you without all this noise. I just want to hold you and say fuck everything else.”
That sounds like the best idea
either of us has had all night.
“Let’s go back to your house.” We can see where things go. If we just sit on his couch and talk all night, that will be fine with me.
But I want him.
I want him to be my first, and I am ready to put my past behind me and give in.
Chapter 16
Adrian
Flicking on the light, I keep hold of Skylar’s hand. I don’t share a dorm, nor do I live in one of those stupid frat houses. I have my own place, and with the fighting and shit, and the money I earn under the table from it, I can more than afford to rent my own place.
“Wow, this place is amazing,” she says as I close and lock the door.
“I don’t know how you could share. I need my own space, but no one would want to be my roommate anyway,” I admit.
“Claire’s cool.”
I nod. “When I was on my way to the library, she cornered me.”
“What for?”
“To apologize for being there with Holden. He’s very protective of you.”
“It’s because he’s my brother’s friend.”
I know it’s more than that, but I’m not about to call her out on it.
Skylar looks around the sitting room and rubs her arms.
“Are you thirsty, hungry?”
She shakes her head. “I’m good. Thanks.” She looks at me and smiles, and I can’t help but step up to her, cup her cheek, and tilt her head back. Her lips are so full, and begging to be kissed.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask softly. She licks her lips and nods. I groan, and lean down to do just that. Her mouth is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I want more, so much more. But I force myself to pull back and look at her. “This isn’t why I brought you here, and I don’t want you to think it is.”
She gives me another smile. “I want you, Adrian.”
The air suddenly becomes charged, the temperature heated, and I feel every part of me come alive. I certainly want her, but I have no intention of going far with her tonight. I just want to hold her.
But it seems Skylar has other things in mind.
Leaning forward, I take possession of her lips again. She’s so fucking soft and perfect. I don’t know how I’ve gotten so lucky. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.” Skylar is so damn beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
Her hands go from my waist up to my chest, then back down again.
“I’ve never done this before.”
A gust of air leaves me at her admission.
“I’m not going to let you go.”
“Yeah?” she asks, sounding all breathy, all pleased.
“Yeah, Skylar baby.” Kissing her again, I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She cups my face, kissing me back with a passion that I fucking crave.
This girl is like fire in my blood. I need her.
“You’re a virgin?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”
“I’m a little nervous.”
“Don’t be. We can take this slow. I’ll be gentle, baby, so damn gentle.” I take her hand and make my way up toward my bedroom. Thankfully, it’s clean. I’m not someone who likes mess. I grew up in mess, and I hated it then. I come from a family who didn’t exactly care what people thought of them. Their name and their reputation has followed me all my life.
Cutting those thoughts off, I turn to Skylar and take her hand. I lead her to the bedroom, because no fucking way we are doing this out here. I want her on my bed, surrounded by my things, by the scent of me. I want to be gentle with her, slow, easy.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I pull her close and stare up into her pretty eyes. She’s such a beautiful woman, and I can’t get over that she wants me.
I press my lips to her stomach and nuzzle her. Lifting up the hem of her dress, I help her out of it. She stands before me in a pair of black lacy panties that, even though they are somewhat plain, I think she looks stunning in.
She’s shaking a little bit. Stroking the tips of my fingers up her thighs, I skim them up the center and tease the lips of her pussy, which is covered. She closes her eyes and I press her panties to her slit, creating some more friction against her clit.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“It feels so good. Oh, Adrian.”
I smile, and then slide my finger beneath the lace of her panties, finding her wet slit.
She is soaking wet, and when I can’t stand it anymore, I remove her panties. Standing up, I kiss her lips and deal with her bra. When I take her, I no longer want anything between us. All I want is her surrounding me.
“Any time you want me to stop, tell me. I’ll stop. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I won’t stop this. I want this. Please, Adrian, get naked with me.”
How can I argue with her? I want this as much as she does.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I take care of my clothes within seconds so that I’m completely naked. My cock is rock hard, and I’m in desperate need to be inside her. I’ve got condoms, but first I want her to feel pleasure, and I know I’m damn good with my tongue.
Easing her into the center of my bed, I can’t help but stare down at her. She looks so pretty spread out on my bed, and I know I’m going to have her there for the rest of my life. I’m a possessive asshole. When I was younger I vowed that when I found the right woman, not only would I treat her right, but I would make sure that she knew she belonged to me.
Kissing her lips, I glide down her body, sucking on her neck, feeling the beat of her pulse. Down I go, flicking my tongue over each hardened nipple and giving it a suck. I don’t linger, as I want to suck her pussy.
Trailing my tongue down to her belly button and then between her thighs, I spread her pussy and slide my tongue over her clit. She’s so sweet, and the taste of her is already addictive to me.
Sucking her nub into my mouth, I cup her ass, holding her against my tongue as I work her pussy. Glancing up her body, I watch as she loses herself to the pleasure of my tongue, and I just can’t stop myself.
Skylar comes on my tongue, and I lap up her juices. I don’t stop there. Even though she’s just come on my tongue, I want to feel her again.
Drawing a second orgasm from her body, I finally move over her and grab a condom out of the drawer.
Tearing into the foil packet, I slide the condom on and stare into her eyes.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes. You know, a bad guy would just take me.”
“I’m not all that bad.”
“I’m starting to see that.”
Holding my cock, I ease the tip inside her pussy. She’s so tight, and in one smooth thrust, I claim my woman, take her virginity, and know that my life has just changed forever.
I’ve never felt this way, and taking her lips, I hold still inside her, not wanting to hurt her anymore.
When I stare into her eyes, I see they are glistening with tears.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
It tears me apart to see that I’ve hurt her.
“It always hurts the first time, right?”
“I don’t know.” She is my first virgin, and she will be my last. “You have just given me this incredible gift, Skylar. Thank you. The pain should lessen soon.”
She licks her lips, and I kiss them, sliding my tongue along her bottom lip before plunging inside. Her nails sink into the flesh of my back, and I groan, wanting more of her.
“Fuck, Skylar, what have you done to me?”
Holding her tightly, I slowly ease out of her, and she doesn’t tense up, or try to push me away. I’m about to make love to Skylar, and make her mine, completely.
Chapter 17
Skylar
There is pain, and the discomfort is almost too much to handle at first, but with each passing second everything changes. I become warm, flushed even. I feel high, like I’ll never come back down and touch the ground.
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bsp; And then everything changes again when he starts moving in and out of me.
So good.
“Touch me, baby.”
I reach up and grab his shoulders, the muscles tight beneath my hands, firm, strong. When Adrian pushes back into me, the discomfort is there, but as time passes that pain leaves, and in its place is this euphoric feeling.
And when he starts moving in and out of me at a steady pace, I can’t help but open up and let all the emotions and sensations move through me.
I care for Adrian, and want him in my life.
We are sweaty, his body moving fluidly over mine, the pleasure so intense I can’t breathe.
“You feel so good. You’re mine.”
A flash of pleasure slams into me.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He thrusts in and out of me slowly, and then he leans down to kiss me, never stopping his motions.
This feeling of being filled, stretched, and consumed by Adrian is like nothing I could have ever envisioned.
“Kiss me again,” I say on a whispered moan.
And he does just that.
My inner muscles clench around his cock.
He starts really moving then. “God, baby.” He pulls out of me an inch, so only the broad head is now lodged in my pussy.
Adrian thrusts back into me.
“You’re so beautiful, so fucking mine.” He thrusts deep in me again, pushing me up on the mattress. He pulls back and looks into my eyes, never stopping his motions.
With every inch he sinks into me, I feel claimed.
He pushes up and leans back, looking between my legs. He watches as his cock moves in and out of me.
“Your virgin pussy looks so damn gorgeous.”
Adrian grabs my hips and starts pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder. The play of his muscles as he thrusts into me turns me on.
We are both so sweaty, but God, it’s the good kind.
“I need you to come for me,” he groans out. “Because I’m so damn ready to explode.” He places his thumb on my clit and starts rubbing it back and forth. He looks back at me, his focus on my face. “Come for me.”