Right. My mom’s insistence.
I pushed off the wall, tailing her. I found her bent over the coolers in the kitchen, and someone had already pounced on her, checking out her ass like there weren’t dozens of other asses around to look at. The keg and the cups were outside in the back; this was just what she found first.
Dean stood behind her, wearing a smug expression. He waited until Kelsey’s back was straight and she got herself a beer before he said, “You’re Kelsey, right? Mel’s roommate.” Dean was already buzzed from the alcohol; in a few hours he’d be raging drunk. His black hair was moussed to the side, his clothes a bit rumpled.
Kelsey wasn’t impressed by him, using the edge of the counter to pop open the bottle. She took a long swig, staring at him all the while. “Yeah, and you’re Dean, the dickbag who cheated on her.”
“It wasn’t like that,” Dean muttered with a frown, not convincing her at all.
All Kelsey did was shrug.
“You told her to stay away from me.”
“Once a playboy always a playboy,” she said. “I just told Mel the truth. I might be new in her life, but I know a douche when I see one, and you are definitely douchebag central.”
Dean’s hands curled into fists. “You’re not welcome at this party, bitch—”
Ah, that was my cue.
I strolled into the picture, throwing my arm around Dean’s shoulders, giving him a look. “I invited her,” I told him, and I held back a laugh as he pushed me away and stormed off, ticked off to the extreme, but that was Dean for you. Once Dean was gone, I turned my attention to Kelsey.
My attention was always on her, even when she wasn’t around.
“Well, well, well,” Kelsey mused, taking another sip. “Look who it is. My knight in shining armor. Didn’t know this was your party, Blue.”
I resisted my urge to tell her that I was no knight, I had no armor. I leaned my side on the counter nearby, sizing her up. “Didn’t think you’d like parties like this, so I never invited you. Plus, it took you forever to come see me at the quad, so…” That wasn’t the truth. The truth was I didn’t want her here, but now that she was here, I couldn’t let her out of my sight. I had to stake my claim on her, so to speak, let the other guys in the house know she was not to be toyed with.
“Oh,” Kelsey mused, her full lips curling into a sly grin, “I love parties like this. This ain’t my first rodeo.” Another sip of the beer. She was practically chugging it. She finished it off and went for another, opening it the same way she popped open the first. “And you wouldn’t be my first college boy, either.”
College boy. I was anything but a boy.
I had to ignore what her words meant—that she’d been to other college parties before, even though this was her first year here. That she’d hooked up with other college guys? My blood raced a bit quicker at the thought. She wasn’t mine to control, and yet I still didn’t particularly like the thought of her with someone else. Call me crazy.
“You should slow down,” I told her, watching as she drank the entire bottle. She was a small girl, her frame petite, even though she did have curves. I didn’t know how much alcohol her body could handle. Beer was light on the alcohol scale, but she was downing them awfully fast. “You just got here.”
Kelsey glared at me, practically slamming down her second empty beer on the counter. “Don’t tell me what to do, Blue,” she growled out. Eyeing me up, she got a third beer and stormed away, out the back door.
A smart man probably would’ve let her go. A smart man might’ve taken her home and told her to sleep off whatever was bothering her—because surely something was. She seemed on edge, tense, angry. More angry than usual. But I meant what I said earlier; I was no knight. I knew she shouldn’t be here, and yet now that she was here, I didn’t want her to go.
Only Kelsey could make this night bearable.
I followed her outside, passing the keg and the group of people around it. So many faces I didn’t know, sprinkled in with a few of my fraternity brothers—ugh, I fucking hated calling them that. They were not my brothers. They weren’t family. They were scum, nothing to me.
Kelsey had found a cushioned chair and plopped herself down on it, extending her legs. She took another sip of her beer. “This stuff tastes like shit,” she muttered. “You frat boys can’t even get good beer?”
The seat she’d found was pretty far from the house. All of the backyards lined up with each other from the other houses nearby. This chair was pretty much on the edge of our property. There were no other empty ones nearby, so I sat on my ass beside her, staring at her all the while.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, knowing, deep down, something was. Kelsey was wild, but this? This was self-destructive. This was an implosion. I didn’t like seeing her like this, and I…I wanted to make it better. Make her better.
Fuck. Listen to me, going all gooey for her. How the fuck did this happen? It’d only been a few weeks, and most of the time I spent with her I just teased her, mocked her, egged her on. I liked her feistiness, and I did my best to bring it out every bio lab.
“Besides the beer tasting like shit?” Kelsey asked, staring at the dark sky above us. “Nope. Nothing at all is wrong. Everything’s fine and fucking dandy.” Bitterness laced with her tone, and I studied her slumped figure, how she leaned back in the chair, looking like she wanted to call it quits and wake up in the middle of next week.
“I know we’re not…friends,” I spoke, not sure why I was offering to listen, “but I’m here if you—”
Kelsey turned her head to me, and those dark eyes silenced me. They looked black under the night sky, shadows dancing across her face, the only light coming from the windows in the house. “You talk too much, Blue.”
“It’s Levi,” I said, correcting her not for the first time.
“I know. I like Blue better.” She ran a finger around the bottle’s lid, her eyes still on me. I had no idea what was on her mind, but if I had to bet, I’d say it wasn’t anything good. “I can’t decide if I hate you or like you.”
I managed to grin at that. Just a fast, fleeting grin, but a grin nonetheless. That was not what I’d expected her to say, but unlike most people, I wasn’t insulted by what she said. I only threw back, “I think I’ve made up my mind about you.”
Her eyes fell to my mouth, and though I sat two feet away from her, it suddenly felt way too far. “Oh, yeah? Care to share, Blue?”
“I don’t think you’re ready for it.”
Kelsey laughed. “I’m as ready as fucking ever, but you know what?” She tossed her beer aside, letting it roll on the grass and spill out the rest of its contents, turning on her chair. “I don’t care. I don’t fucking care, Blue. Tonight I want to make a mistake, and you—you’re the perfect mistake.”
She got off the chair, practically falling to her knees before me. Kelsey didn’t give me the chance to say anything back—to tell her that I didn’t want to be a mistake. Because I didn’t. I didn’t want to be this girl’s mistake. I wanted…I wasn’t sure what I wanted.
More.
I wanted more.
To be more than a mistake. To have more, to mean more. Call me cheesy, call me stupid, call me a fucking idiot. Call me whatever you want, but it was the truth. Somehow I’d fallen for this girl at the speed of light. I’d never been the kind of guy to feel so strongly before. Shutting off my emotions was easier, but her? This? Things wouldn’t be so simple.
Kelsey practically crawled onto my lap, grabbed my face and slammed her mouth against mine, a hungry, desperate display of need. I set a hand on her chest, pushing her back, pulling her mouth off mine, with every intention to tell her that I would not be her mistake tonight, but the moment I did, the very second I saw her puckered lips and half-lidded gaze, my heart sped up.
Fine.
Tonight I’d be her mistake, but only for tonight. Once tomorrow came, we’d talk about it.
The hand on her chest moved to her neck, and I
brought her back in. This time, she didn’t take me by surprise. This time I was ready for her, and I held her against me as I kissed her, running my tongue over her bottom lip, wordlessly telling her to let me in.
If I could let her in, and she could let me in…maybe life wouldn’t seem so pointless.
Her lips parted, and my tongue snaked into her mouth, running along hers. She shivered against me, and I knew I grew more aroused as the seconds ticked on. It’d been a while, okay? A long while since I wanted someone this bad.
She untangled herself from me, blinking at me with hazy eyes. “You got a room here, or what?” Temptation on two legs, and right now I was a weak, weak man.
We got up, and I went to hold her hand, tugging her along. I knew I had a hard-on pressing against my pants, and anyone who saw me would be able to notice it, but I didn’t care. Right now I had a one-track mind, and that mind wanted to get Kelsey upstairs and fulfill her wish.
Up the stairs, up the stairs again. My room was on the top floor, the third floor, and I pushed open my door, closing it with a foot as I released her hand and pulled her against me. Her curvy frame slammed against my chest, her hands wrapping around my neck as our mouths met again. Harder, faster, more eager. They didn’t feel like kisses between strangers. They felt…
They felt fucking amazing, her lips the softest thing I’d ever felt, melding against mine, making me forget everything.
A kiss like this could make you reevaluate your whole world. A kiss like this could make a bad man want to be the hero. A kiss like this was earth-shattering, the kind you felt in your core with every fiber of your being.
Inevitable. It felt inevitable.
Kelsey and I were inevitable.
Her hands fell away from my neck, trailing down my sides and stopping at the hem of my jeans. She worked to undo the button and then the zipper, slipping her hand underneath my boxers and running her nails along my cock, her mouth not once leaving mine.
My balls trembled at her touch. She wanted to go for it so soon? This girl would be the death of me.
Kelsey pulled her mouth from mine, panting as she said, “Take it all off, Blue.” Her hand left my boxers, and my dick throbbed with the loss.
What could I do besides do as she said? I slipped off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. Next I kicked off my shoes, and then I worked on my pants. All the while, Kelsey imitated me, taking off the same pieces of clothing as I did. Her shirt, then her shoes, then her shorts. She stopped once she was in her underwear, her breasts restrained by a black, lacey bra. Her gaze rested on what was between my legs, on my cock, which stood as erect as ever.
“Not everyone looks better naked, but you, Blue, definitely do,” Kelsey murmured, and her compliment made my body heat up. I wanted to be inside of her, to feel every part of her, I wanted to grab her and make her cry out my name—Blue, Levi, I didn’t even care which one she would scream.
I opened my mouth to compliment her, to tell her that she looked good too—because she did. That curvy body looked even better without clothes restricting it, but Kelsey reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts free. Her nipples were already hard, dark points on her round, ample chest.
She stepped closer to me, still wearing her dark panties, running a hand down my chest, similar to what she did that day when she’d come to watch me in the quad. And just like then, my dick ached. I’d fought it before, but here and now? We were way past that point. So much past it that I couldn’t even see it in the rearview mirror.
“I knew you’d be trouble,” Kelsey whispered, turning her dark eyes up at me. She ran her tongue over her lips, slowly sinking down, without me prompting her. Without me asking. Hell, at this point, I didn’t even want head. I just wanted her. Her body, her pussy, everything and anything she had to give.
But the moment her tongue lapped at the precum on my dick, all of my thoughts vanished. I let out a low moan, and then another when she opened her mouth and took me in. Kelsey was on her knees in front of me, her hands running up my legs, her wet mouth bobbing along my cock.
The feeling of her deep-throating me was indescribable. She was good at it, too. Sucking, using her tongue, using just enough teeth to tease but not enough to hurt. My hips started to buck, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair, needing to take the lead, needing to fuck that feisty mouth and make it mine.
I rammed myself into her mouth, wishing I could see her. Wishing I could see how good she looked on her knees, wearing nothing but a tiny triangle of fabric around her pussy and ass. Wishing I could watch her tits bounce as I mouth-fucked her.
The orgasm came too soon, and I let out a grunt as my body tensed up. With my cock in her mouth, I emptied myself, cum shooting down her throat. Kelsey swallowed me up, every last drop, and our gazes locked as I withdrew from her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed, my hand still fisting her hair, and she had no complaints.
Kelsey got up, but it was my turn to take the lead. My turn to have her where I wanted her. She got on her knees for me, but now I wanted her on her hands and knees, bent over the bed. Didn’t even care if I took off her panties or not. I’d get inside of her either way.
I pushed her to the bed, and she let me. If Kelsey didn’t want to do this, I knew she’d fight me. She wasn’t the kind of girl to sit back and give up. No, this was what she wanted, and I was too eager to fulfill that wish to realize that I could just be her rebound. Maybe she’d broken up with a boyfriend. Maybe she’d gotten into a fight with another guy.
Whatever. I didn’t care. Kelsey was no one’s but mine right now, and though she might view tonight as a mistake, I knew it wasn’t. There was no fucking way it was—she was on my mind constantly, so this had to be right. It had to be.
I flipped her over, bending her over the bed, her ass in the air. I ran a hand along the curve of it, loving how round and full it was. The perfect ass to grab, the perfect ass to hold. Call me a fool, but everything about this girl was perfect. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought about any other girl before. This was a first, and the feelings had come like a whirlwind, a storm I couldn’t deny or even try to run from.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Just fuck me, Blue.” Begging. Begging for my dick. Begging for me to make her forget whatever was on her mind. I didn’t quite know if I was up for that job, but at this point, I didn’t care. I’d do my best, and with any luck, maybe I’d make this girl realize that this wasn’t a mistake.
Or maybe I was too blinded by her to realize it myself.
Oh, well.
My fingers toyed with the edges of her panties, and I slowly pulled the soft fabric down. After spreading her ass cheeks, I saw her slick pussy was ready for me, the pink folds puckered and as eager as a body part could be. My cock hadn’t lost any of its hardness, probably because it knew what was coming next.
First her mouth, then her pussy. Every part of her was mine tonight, and I planned on making good use of her. Me holding back? There was no such thing.
With my hands on her ass, holding the cheeks apart, I positioned my dick at her entrance, feeling her slickness practically pull me in. I slid into her easily, and I watched as I disappeared inside her inch by inch until I was buried, balls-deep in her. Once I filled her up completely, Kelsey let out a moan, light and airy, as if her body had to adjust to me, which it probably did. I wasn’t exactly the smallest guy around.
She felt like fucking heaven. The way her pussy felt clenched around my cock was indescribable, the kind of feeling I couldn’t even imagine. No other person on earth could replicate it, maybe because I got off even more knowing I had her, the fiery and feisty Kelsey who told me off at every turn.
Her. It had to be her.
I started fucking her. Really, really fucking her. I dragged my length out of her slowly before ramming it back in. I was a bit rough, but that’s because this wasn’t a tender moment, a gentle union of two souls who’d been in love for years. This was wild and free, two animals coming together
and needing their release.
Kelsey’s throat let out moans every time I filled her up, her fingers splaying in the sheets. The sounds of our sex filled the air, my grunts and her moans. I forgot about the party downstairs, and the other guys in the house claiming their girls. This wasn’t about the fraternity. This was what I wanted, who I wanted. Everyone else could fuck off.
I could honestly listen to her moaning all night. I could be buried inside of her wet, tight pussy forever and still not get enough. She felt amazing, her body taking mine, rocking back and forth on my bed. Bent over, with her hair messy, free of all of her clothing, she was fucking beautiful. A sight to behold.
This girl drove me crazy, and I wanted her to know it.
The pleasure built in my core yet again, and I let it happen. I pushed myself as far into her as I could go, letting her pussy milk me again. My hands grabbed her sides hard, probably hard enough to bruise in the morning, but I didn’t stop myself. I wasn’t a gentle kind of guy.
My eyes shut as I came, spilling myself inside of her, coating her inner walls. My body hunched over, my lungs warm and threatening to burst, and I waited a while before pulling out of her. I didn’t want to lose the feeling of her body around me, of her pussy around my cock. I didn’t want to end this moment, because I was anxious about what would come next.
I wasn’t the kind of guy who wanted to have a girlfriend, but I didn’t want this to be it, either. I didn’t want other guys to be with her. Selfish and stupid as it was, I wanted Kelsey to myself. All to myself.
Still, I knew I couldn’t linger inside her forever, so I eventually pulled out. Once I did, I climbed onto my bed and collapsed on it, flipping over on my back. Kelsey was in the process of getting up, but I reached for her arm and pulled her close, dragging her up the bed and resting her against my body.
Leaning against my chest, Kelsey muttered, “I don’t cuddle.”
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