by Blythe Reid
“Hey, you,” I said, taking a step forward and claiming Scarlet’s attention.
Her eyes found my face, and they lit up with joy. “Lucien!” she exclaimed. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you!”
“What are you doing here?” I asked her, keeping the irritation out of my voice.
“Bryan invited me!” she said loudly.
She turned around and shot Bryan a playful grin. He smiled back until I shot him a glare. He quickly looked away and hurried off to flirt with someone else. I knew I wasn’t being fair, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t let one of these imbeciles take Scarlet’s virginity.
“You’re drunk,” I said, placing my hand on her arm to steady her.
“I’m not!” she argued.
“Have you ever been drunk before?” I asked.
“No,” she admitted.
“Then, how do you know you aren’t drunk now?” I asked.
My challenge was too much for her drunken brain to process. She blinked at me, her eyes blurry and unfocused. The sight made my heart ache in a way that surprised me. I’d never been into drunk girls, but I’d also never felt the need to protect them before. With Scarlet, that need was strong.
“You’re drunk,” I said again. “Come on, come upstairs with me.”
“Really, Lucien?” Tucker, one of the brothers, said. He shook his head angrily at me. “You’re just going to cock block all of us?”
“Shut up, Tucker,” I snapped. “You’re drunk, too.”
With that, I turned back to Scarlet and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head against me and put her arms around my waist. Holding her protectively against my chest, I walked her through the crowd and up the stairs.
I caught Adam’s eyes as I passed, and he looked at me with a silent question. Unable to explain, I just shook my head and kept walking. I knew I would have to explain myself to Adam later, but now wasn’t the time. My main priority was getting Scarlet safely away from the horny brothers of my fraternity.
We walked slowly up the stairs and down the hall to my room. No one was allowed upstairs during the party, so we would have privacy. As we slipped into my room, Scarlet’s grip on my waist tightened. It sent a warm feeling shooting through my chest. I didn’t recognize the feeling and it worried me.
I never expected to care about Scarlet. She was just a girl I was trying to seduce. I never thought to invite her to the party because she was my own personal conquest. I didn’t want to share her with the Deltas, but that didn’t mean I felt something for her. Did it?
I kicked the door closed behind us and sat Scarlet down on my bed. Walking over to my mini fridge, I grabbed her a bottle of water and put it firmly in her hand.
“Drink,” I said. “It’ll help you,”
“Thanks,” she grinned.
She opened the bottle and took a small sip. When she closed the lid, she looked at me coquettishly. Her smile was flirtatious and sexy. I wanted to lean over and kiss her, but I knew it wasn’t the right time.
Tonight wasn’t our night. All I wanted to do was save her from herself. I didn’t know her well, but I knew she wouldn’t want to lose her virginity tonight. Not like this.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her again, my voice softer this time.
“Bryan invited me,” she explained again.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
When I did, she grabbed my hand and pressed her lips to my palm. I inhaled sharply at the sensation. Her lips were soft and slightly wet from the water. They felt cold against my skin. I immediately felt turned on.
“I want you,” she told me firmly.
Her eyes locked on my face, and she leaned forward, her lips searching for mine.
I pulled away quickly, stopping her. She frowned and sat back on the bed. Even her pout was sexy.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded. “Don’t you want me?”
“Of course, I do,” I said. “But tonight is not the night.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“It’s just not,” I said evasively. I wasn’t allowed to tell her the truth about this party, and I wasn’t about to break my own rules.
“But I want you,” she said again. “I’ve wanted you since we met in Paris.”
Again, she sat up and leaned forward. This time, I couldn’t bring myself to move away. I let her kiss me, and soon, I was kissing her back. Our tongues found each other, and I tasted the alcohol on her breath. It was enough to pull me back to reality.
“I want to have sex with you,” she whispered, her voice so innocent. I pulled away, but it did little good.
She climbed off the bed and crawled into my lap. I groaned and tried to push her away, but her lips were on mine quickly. Her drunk hands were fumbling with my shirt, trying desperately to pull it over my head. I moved her hands and pinned them to her side.
“We can’t,” I said firmly. “Scarlet, you’re drunk. We can’t do this tonight.”
The sadness on her face almost broke my heart. I could see her insecurities whirling around in her mind, and I wanted nothing more than to put her at ease. More than anything, I wanted to take her right there in my bed. I knew without knowing that it would feel amazing to bury myself inside of her. Having sex was for my parents. I wanted to fuck her up the side of a wall, lick at her sweet folds until she wet my face, slid my fingers deep into her ass only to watch her convulse. I didn’t want to have sex. I wanted to fuck. Badly. Holding back was going to be the death of me.
She laid back on my bed and crossed her arm. She was trying to seem angry, but she only looked sad.
“I want to.” She tried arguing, but it wasn’t going to get her anywhere. I was fighting a much bigger fight inside of my head.
“We can’t tonight,” I said softly. I moved forward, positioning myself over her on the bed. “But, there are other things we can do.”
“Like what?” she said, her eyes widening with interest.
“Like this,” I whispered.
I ducked down and slowly lifted her skirt. She jumped slightly beneath me, but she didn’t move. When I glanced at her for permission, she nodded eagerly. No panties. Fuck me. Her breathing became ragged and I wanted to suffocate the pretty thing in lust. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as she played to be? I didn’t care. I wanted to taste her no matter what.
She lifted her hips slightly, already ready for me. So fucking ready for me.
She gasped when I lowered my face between her legs. My tongue found her clit easily, and with one lick, I felt her excitement rush. She was wet and writhing by the time I hit my rhythm. Her moans were uninhibited and full of wonder. It was music to my ears and fuel to my aching cock.
Chapter 16
Scarlet
With alcohol coursing through my veins, I felt more relaxed than ever before. Every bone in my body felt like jelly. My muscles were loose. My head was light and fluffy as I leaned it back against Lucien’s pillow. The fact that I was on Lucien’s bed didn’t escape my notice. Even in my drunken state, I knew this was a monumental moment in my life. For the first time, I was in a man’s bed.
He leaned over me, his rustic scent overwhelming my senses. My desire to kiss him was strong as he moved his body over mine. He told me we couldn’t have sex, no matter how badly I wanted to. Instead, he said there were other things we could do.
My mind was racing as he lowered himself to lift my skirt. My previously relaxed body came alive in an instant. I shook and shivered beneath him. His hands were all over me. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. Everything he did felt amazing, and when his tongue found my clit, the sensations were unlike anything I’d ever felt.
I was no stranger to masturbation, but nothing I did to myself came too close to the things Lucien was doing with his tongue. He licked me slowly, as if he was savoring the taste of me. I could barely breathe as he fell into a steady rhythm. With each stoke of this talented t
ongue, I gasped and panted. My moans were uncontrollable, they escaped from my lips without my permission. The alcohol kept my embarrassment at bay, letting me feel nothing but undeniable ecstasy.
“You taste so good, Scarlet.” He pulled my pussy into his warm mouth and made a deep growling sound that had me crying out in please.
“Holy shit,” I whined. “That’s so good.”
Lucien didn’t hesitate. At the sound of my voice, his tongue sped up. He pressed it harder against me, and my legs began to tremble. I’d never had an orgasm before, so I didn’t know how it would feel, but I knew I was getting close. My body shook and my heart raced in my chest. Lucien licked me harder and faster still. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled gently, desperate for something stable to hold onto.
My body rocked and jerked violently as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I wasn’t prepared for the sensations that flooded through me. When I finished, I screamed out loudly. I didn’t have control over myself or my body.
I collapsed on the bed. My breathing was ragged, and I couldn’t stop panting. When Lucien crawled up to lay next to me, I glanced at him with a weak smile.
“That was…” I began, but I couldn’t finish my thought. The after effects of the orgasm were still working their way through my body, making me shake.
“That was just the beginning. Next time, when you’re not drunk… it’s your turn.” His voice had me wanting more. So much more. He was going to turn me into the whore my mother worried all young girls would be. I had been worried up to that point too, but for the pleasure he provided… he could call me anything he wanted to.
Lucien leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. He grinned at me and then laid back down. Together, we laid on his bed and let the sounds of the party lull us to sleep.
***
Sunlight poured through the windows, seeping its way between Lucien’s curtains. When I first opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure where I was. I vaguely remembered the party, but as the morning light overwhelmed me, I began to piece together last night’s events.
I was downstairs, enjoying the party with a few guys. After my first few beers, things began to blur together. I was dancing and laughing, sipping my drink, when Lucien appeared by my side. I remembered being thrilled to see him. My heart leaped when my eyes fell on his face. He was there, finally coming over to talk to me! Then, he swept me away upstairs.
At the time, I thought he wanted me. I hoped he was whisking me to his room where he would have his way with me, but when I brought up the idea of sex, he shut me down. He insisted I was too drunk. As I remembered his rejection, a blush crept onto my cheeks. I threw myself at him, and he turned me down. I was humiliated. But then, something changed. His eyes grew dark and hungry as he hovered above me.
Lucien was my first ever sexual experience. We didn’t have sex, and we didn’t go further than oral sex, but it was everything to me. The way his tongue moved against my sensitive skin. The way he looked down between my legs. Just remembering it was enough to make me sweat with desire. I glanced to my left and saw that Lucien was still lying beside me. His eyes were closed tight against the bright sun, but he looked handsome. Peaceful.
I smiled to myself and looked up at the ceiling. With him beside me, it was impossible not to remember the way he made my body feel. My first-ever orgasm was burned into my memory, and I knew it would never leave me. I would remember last night forever.
The smile wouldn’t leave my face as I laid there, wondering what to do next. Was I supposed to leave before he woke up? Or was I supposed to pretend to be asleep? I’d never been in this situation before, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
As I considered my options, I felt Lucien begin to stir beside me. I glanced over to see his eyes flickering open. He frowned and stretched, letting himself adjust to being awake. When his eyes fell on my face, he grinned broadly and shifted closer to me. The subtle motion was enough to ignite a fire between my legs. I wanted to feel him there again, to relive that experience.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” I said back, keeping my voice flat and steady. I didn’t want to give away how badly I still wanted him.
Lucien frowned and considered my face. His eyes trailed from my own down to my mouth. I knew I looked horrible. I could feel how puffy my eyes were, and my mouth tasted terrible. Last night was the first time I’d ever had alcohol, and the aftertaste was the worst thing in the world. The beer tasted great at the time, but now, I wished I’d never drunk it.
“Don’t worry,” Lucien said softly. His tone was soothing. “We didn’t have sex, I promise. I wouldn’t do that, not while you were drunk.”
His words surprised me. Here I was, thinking he would want me to leave at any moment, while he was just worried I didn’t remember what happened. I laughed softly with relief.
“I remember,” I assured him. “I wasn’t that drunk.”
“Still, you were too drunk for anything big to happen between us,” he said.
“I was,” I said with a nod. “Thank you for being such a gentleman.”
Our eyes met and neither of us looked away. In that moment, I thought about everything that happened since I first met Lucien. Ever since that day in the Paris airport, my mind had been occupied by thoughts of him. I fantasized and dreamed of what it would be like to be with him. When he first kissed me, I didn’t think it would ever go further, and now, I was lying in his bed.
“I wasn’t a total gentleman,” he said softly. His voice was rough from sleep and it made my stomach clench nervously. He looked and sounded so sexy that I found it hard not to kiss him right then.
“I remember that, too,” I said just as softly.
Our eyes were still locked on each other’s. My desperation to feel his soft lips grew with every second that passed. I wanted to feel close to him again. After last night, I never wanted to stop being near him. Still, I didn’t know what he was thinking. To him, last night could have just been a casual thing. This was college, after all. Casual hookups were common between friends, right?
I didn’t know the protocol for a morning like this one. Lying in his bed felt nice. Looking in his eyes felt amazing. Remembering last night reignited desire inside me. All my emotions were clear, but I didn’t know how to act. Again, I considered whether I should leave. My eyes darted to the door and then back to Lucien’s face.
“Do you need to go?” he asked politely. His tone no longer had the same, sexy quality, and I suddenly wished I hadn’t glanced at the door. “Will your grandmother be worried about you?”
“Maybe,” I said with a shrug. “She wants me to enjoy myself though. She’s big on telling me to live my life.”
“Wow,” he said with a chuckle. “That doesn’t sound very grandmotherly.”
“Well, my mom is really strict,” I said.
He nodded. “I remember you saying something about that before.”
“I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life until now,” I continued. “And my grandmother doesn’t agree with it. She thinks my mom is too hard on me, so I think she’s trying to overcorrect.”
“Lucky you,” he said. He grinned wickedly and my stomach flipped.
He was gorgeous, and I knew the longer I laid there, the more I would want to kiss him. Besides, he was right. As understanding as Grandmother was, she would be wondering where I was. I stayed out all night without even calling. I knew I should get home before she really began to worry.
“You’re right, though,” I said with a sigh. “I should probably get going.”
I sat up slowly, feeling a slight pounding in my temples. My stomach felt a little weak, but I felt okay. After my first night of drinking, I expected a killer hangover, but it wasn’t bad. I just needed to eat and get some fresh air. Then I would be back to normal.
When I climbed out of Lucien’s bed, he sat up quickly and watched me. I searched for my shoes and then slipped them on my feet. There wasn’t anything left to do except
leave, but I didn’t know how to say goodbye. I stood there for a few seconds, feeling awkward.
“I’ll see you later,” I said lamely.
“Wait,” Lucien said. He jumped out of bed and walked over to me. “I’d like to take you out again.”
“What?” I blinked, sure that I’d misheard him.
“On a real date,” he clarified. “If that’s something you want.”
I was shocked. From everything I’d heard about the Delta Pi fraternity from Lexie, I thought this would have been the end of my fling with Lucien. One night and then, nothing. Lucien’s invitation was more than welcomed, but it was the last thing I expected.
I smiled. “Of course. I would love that.”
“Great.” He smiled like he was relieved by my answer. I couldn’t imagine why. Like I would have possibly said no to that offer. “How’s tonight?”
I nodded. “Sure. What time should I be ready?”
“Seven,” he said firmly. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said. I was still smiling and I couldn’t stop. Lucien had that effect on me. He could always ensure I stayed in a good mood.
“I’ll see you then,” he said.
I nodded and turned toward the door. When I reached it, I turned back to wave at him one last time. As I walked through the frat house, I was still smiling.
I hurried out of the house and down the street. My grandmother’s house was more than a few blocks away, but I wanted to walk. The fresh air felt great on my skin. Plus, it gave me more time to relive the events of last night. I bit my lip and blushed to myself as I remembered the look in Lucien’s eyes right before he went down on me.
Chapter 17
Lucien
“Hey, man,” Adam said, poking his head in my room. “You up?”
“Yeah,” I said. I pulled myself to a sitting position in bed and gestured for him to come inside. He had that look in his eyes that told me he wanted to talk. “Come on in.”
Adam stepped through the door and pushed it closed behind him. It shut with a snap as he walked across the room and sat in my desk chair. I’d been lying in bed ever since Scarlet left, just thinking about last night and everything it meant. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a woman all night and didn’t sleep with her.