I let my mouth pull off hers the moment my hand slid between us, down along her, between her panties and her body, curving along that part of her I’d grown to crave so much. Her breathing hitched, and I could feel the wetness near her entrance.
So wet for me already.
“You feel so good,” I murmured against her cheek, my fingers gliding along her slit easily. I knew how to touch her to make her sigh, how to make her lose all rational thought she had left.
Kelsey started grinding her hips against my hand, practically mewling. She was on fire, and I knew every touch of my hand only made her want me more. “Fuck me,” she begged in a whisper, her voice nothing but air.
With the night sky above us, with Kelsey’s wet cunt riding my hand, there wasn’t a better time.
I withdrew my hand from her, working on my own pants. I didn’t tug them down all the way, but just enough to free my throbbing cock. The length stood thick and ready, veiny and dripping in precum, ready to feel her body wrapped around it.
Kelsey shimmied her pants and underwear down, leaning her bare ass against Grady’s car. She watched me as one of my hands grabbed my shaft, my fist running over its length once before I dragged it between her thighs, along her slit. I positioned the tip at her entrance, meeting her eyes as I pushed inside.
She inhaled, her body taking my cock in easily, like it was made for me. I could not tear my eyes off her as I started to thrust my hips again and again, knowing that this would be our last time, the final goodbye. The fat lady had officially sung and the curtain was now set to close over us.
We were never meant to last.
But if that was the case, why did she feel so good? Why did she complete me in ways no other girl ever had?
I knew life wasn’t fair, but goddamn it, it really wasn’t.
One of my hands rested on the car beside her for support, but I let my other hand roam to her neck, holding Kelsey still as my mouth crashed down upon hers. I wanted her to feel the fire burning inside me, the rage I felt about seeing her about to hook up with Grady, the possessiveness that I knew I had no right to feel. Not anymore.
Kelsey had to pull her lips off mine. She came with a vengeance, her body clamping down on mine, her inner walls tensing as the orgasm swept through her violently. She bit her lower lip, clinging to me as I fucked her harder, burying her face against my chest.
Holding me like that, feeling the way her pussy tightened around my cock, it was too much. I lost myself in her moments after, my balls releasing the pleasure mounting there. I groaned when I came, emptying myself inside her, slamming her back against the car as my thrusts grew slower.
I rather liked the idea that her panties would be stained with my cum on her walk back to her dorm.
I took my time in pulling out of her, even slower in stuffing my dick back in my pants and zipping up. Kelsey remained motionless for a while, those dark eyes trained on me. What was she thinking? Did she already regret what she just did? Could she feel my cum seeping out of her right now?
And then she blinked, suddenly back in her own head, bending over to pull up her pants. “Thanks for the ride,” Kelsey said, flippant. She pushed past me, the first to leave. I watched her head away from the parking lot, not looking back once.
Maybe it was a pussy thing to say, but a part of me wanted her to look back, wanted her to see me standing there, staring at her, watching her go. She made me so weak, and it hurt to know that this was it.
We were over.
Shower Sex, Levi’s POV
Now wasn’t the time for me to make any moves, I knew, not with what happened the night before, but you could look at it the opposite way, too. What better stress relief than sex? What else could help you momentarily forget what was going on in your life besides sex?
Sex could always be the answer; it just depended on how you looked at it.
It was an odd time, no sane college student would be awake right now. Kelsey was already in the communal girls’ restroom down the hall, and I poked my head out into the hall, checking that there was no one before tiptoeing there. I left her room unlocked, figuring it’d be safe.
No one else was in the restroom, only Kelsey. I heard her shower running, and I headed around the sinks to where the showers were. Each shower stall had two curtains, a middle section where you can leave your clothes and towel so they didn’t get wet while you showered. I stepped inside the outer curtain, pulling it closed before I reached for the inner one. My clothes might get splashed on, but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see Kelsey naked, so that’s what I was going to do.
I took a long, hard look at her body, at how the water coursed down that smooth skin before falling to the floor and swirling to the drain.
“This is the girls’ restroom,” Kelsey told me, as if I’d gotten lost and accidentally wound up here. “You can’t just walk in here—”
“Why not?” I asked, cocking my head and giving her a smirk that I hope affected her. If not, well, the moment I took off my clothes, my body would do the trick. “You did.” I yanked off my shirt and set it atop her clothes.
“Yeah, well, I’m a girl. Are you?”
I lifted a single eyebrow. We both knew the answer to that question by now. I’d been inside her countless of times. I was no girl.
Once I was free of all clothing and my shoes, I stepped into the shower, my body dangerously close to hers.
“What are you doing?” Kelsey asked, ogling my dick for a few moments before lifting those eyes, raking them across my abdominal muscles and then my chest. She liked my body. She’d be a liar if she tried to claim otherwise.
I pressed my body against hers as I shut the inner curtain, saying, “I’m keeping you company.” The stalls clearly weren’t created with the idea of two people inside one at a single time, and if anyone walked in and caught us, we’d surely get in trouble, but did that really matter? Did either of us care about the cramped space or the prospect of trouble?
No. The answer to those questions was a hard no.
“Uh-huh,” Kelsey said, running her hands down my chest. “Company. Is that what kids call it these days? I’m so out of touch—”
My forehead leaned down upon hers, my arms snaking their way around her lower back, holding her body against mine. My cock grew harder with each passing moment, and I heard her sigh once she felt the erection pressing against her.
“Who’re you calling a kid?” I questioned, grinning.
“You.”
I felt my chest rumble with a growl. “I’m not much of a teacher, but I think you need a lesson.” My hands were firm on her sides, gripping her so hard her skin turned white underneath. I flipped her so that her ass cheeks pressed against my dick, leaning my cheek upon her head as I added, “I think you’ll like the lesson.”
I let my hands roam across her wet body, reaching around her to squeeze her tits and her hard nipples, feeling the curve of her waist and her stomach. I knew she wanted me to touch her between her legs, to rub that clit and make her come, but I didn’t; instead, I placed my hands on her upper back and pushed her top half down, as far as she could go given the restrains of our small shower.
Kelsey placed both palms on the tiled wall in front of her to keep herself upright, and I pressed my cock against her ass. She rubbed the curve of that delicious ass against my length, practically begging me to fuck her here and now.
Dragging a fingertip along her spine, I felt her shiver, even though the water pelting us was hot. Honestly, I never wanted anyone else. If Kelsey ever left my life, I’d be devastated. No one would ever measure up. It’d be impossible.
This girl was mine, and I would do my damnedest to keep her that way.
Kelsey inhaled when the tip of my dick pushed inside her, and once I was in, I let out a ragged, uneven breath. With the position, she felt even tighter, her opening more tense. She groaned when I made my first full thrust, and I became a slave to her sounds. Holding onto her hips, I fucked her against t
he wall, my balls swaying with each thrust of my hips.
Her face sat inches from the wall, but she didn’t complain. I knew Kelsey would take my dick however I gave it to her, and she’d love every second of it. She truly was perfect for me. Her fingers clenched on the wall the moment my thrusting grew rougher. I bet she looked beautiful, her tits swaying with every thrust of mine, her body drenched. I knew she felt amazing.
When her body became too much, when my lower half tensed as I felt the eruption coming, I grunted, my fingers tightening on her hips. I filled her up as deep as I could go, emptying myself inside her as the orgasm swept through me like an undeniable tidal wave of bliss and ecstasy.
“You feel amazing,” I muttered, my spent cock still inside of her. “I don’t want to pull out.” Seriously, if I could linger inside of that wet pussy forever, it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Then don’t.” Kelsey didn’t want this moment to end, either.
But it had to, just as all moments did.
I stepped back, my cock sliding out of her, slick with her juices. I watched as she turned to face me, giving her a smirk. “I’ve had better.”
Kelsey didn’t take offense to my joke; she just shrugged and said, “Me too.” When I pretended to glare at her, she chuckled and wrapped her hands around my neck, tugging me down. “Don’t pout,” she added. She licked my bottom lip before releasing me, the small movement of her tongue causing my dick to twitch.
Oh, that girl. That girl drove me nuts, but you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Mel Waking Up, Kelsey’s POV
Levi sat on my bed, watching me pack. His t-shirt rode up on his stomach, exposing some of those hot little square muscles that drove me crazy. He leaned back on my pillow, sighing every so often. My dad was coming to pick me up today to take me home for Christmas break. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to introduce Levi to anyone yet, so he wasn’t too thrilled with the prospect of not seeing me for three weeks.
I know it sucked, but he could come visit me if he really wanted—he just wouldn’t be meeting the fam, you know? Besides, me and my friend, Ash, needed to reconnect a bit. After everything that happened, she and I had a lot to talk about.
And a lot to forgive.
Okay, mostly her forgiving me for fucking one of her boy toys, but still.
The other half of my dorm room was empty still; someone else would be taking over Mel’s half next semester. I really hoped it was someone nice, not someone who I wouldn’t get along with. That would suck some major ass.
I wasn’t packing a lot. A few necessities. I wasn’t a high maintenance kind of girl, so it wasn’t like I needed to pack up my whole dorm room each time I went home. My parents separating… well, I still wasn’t too happy about that. I wasn’t ready to meet Shawn, my mom’s new boyfriend, but maybe I would. You know, eventually.
I was bent over, in the process of picking up some of the clothes I’d thrown on the floor, when I heard Levi shift his weight on the bed. “I love that ass,” he murmured, and I shot him a look. He wore a twinkle in his blue eyes, all lust and fire, and I knew what was on his mind. We had sex so much, really, it was crazy. You’d think with all the sex we had we’d be tired of it, the more we had, the more we wanted it.
Go figure.
Wrinkling my nose, I rolled my eyes at him. “You can say goodbye to this ass—”
Levi lunged off the bed, and in the next minute, he had me pinned to the carpet, smirking at me. His wide, tall body was easily able to hold me down, not that I struggled too much. “What were you saying?” He cocked his head, the look of superiority almost overdoing it.
“I said—”
He didn’t let me repeat myself, his mouth coming down on mine and taking the words out of my throat. His kisses were rough and wild, hungry and needy. I always felt like I was drowning when I was on the receiving end, like I both couldn’t get enough and desperately wanted more. This guy, I’d never be able to get my fill of him.
Never thought I’d say that, but here I was.
We got lost in each other, as we often did. His dick grew hard within moments, bulging against his pants, a reminder of what he was packing under the hood. What could I say? I’d gotten lucky. Not only did his personality drive me crazy, but his dick was on another level, too.
I was literally seconds from telling him to whip that thing out and remind me how good he was at using it, but my phone rang. Odd, I wasn’t expecting my dad to get here until the afternoon, after he got off work.
Pushing Levi off me, I crawled toward my phone. It sat on my nightstand, plugged into the charger. But the number flashing across its glass screen wasn’t my dad’s.
“Hello?” I answered, my heart skipping a beat.
“Hi, Kelsey, this is Linda, Mel’s mom.”
I swatted at Levi when he tried to get handsy, not wanting to do anything while on the phone with her. “Hi.” I threw him a look. Finally, he understood to quit it.
“We just got a call from the hospital. Mel woke up.” She paused, sniffing. “We’re on our way there now. I figured, if you wanted, we could swing by the dorm and pick you up? If you’d like to see her—”
“Of course I’d like to see her,” I said, my heart hammering in my chest.
Mel was up. Mel was awake. That meant, hopefully, eventually, she’d be okay.
“We’ll be there in a few minutes.” Linda hung up, and I looked at Levi, speechless.
He blinked. “What’s going on?”
“Mel’s awake. Her parents are coming here to pick me up, and then we’re going.”
Levi was no longer the cocky son of a bitch he’d been a few moments ago. “I can take you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s best, considering.” I left everything else unsaid, but Levi was smart enough to know what I meant. Considering what happened between them, their history.
It was a moment, but eventually he said, “You’re probably right.”
I leaned toward him, running a hand down his face before kissing him once. After that, I texted my dad the news, told him I could get someone else to drop me off at home—thereby volunteering Levi for the job even though he lived in the opposite direction from campus—because I didn’t want Dad to make the trip out here late at night.
Mel. I had to see Mel. Had to talk to her, hug her, tell her how much I missed her and that I was sorry.
I let Levi stay in my dorm room, heading downstairs to wait near the curb for Mel’s parents. When their car pulled up, I hopped in. The air in the car was tense, anxious and heavy, and I understood why. Mel’s parents were bundled up in coats, the weather pretty cold outside. Me? I was fine in a thick hoodie.
Although, if I stood outside for a while, I did start to shiver. But whatever. I hated those overgrown puffy jackets that made it look like you were drowning in fabric.
We skipped the hellos, though I did ask, “When did she wake up?”
Mel’s dad, Thomas, was driving, leaving her mom, Linda, to turn around and answer me. “A little less than an hour ago. We left work as soon as we could.” Her eyes, a pretty hazel, studied me. “I’m glad we caught you. Isn’t it winter break soon?”
“I was leaving this afternoon,” I said. “But I’ll stay to see Mel.”
Linda gave me a sad smile before facing forward, and the car grew silent. Not even the radio played. My nerves were fried long before the hospital came into view, and I wanted to throw up when we got out of the car and headed inside. I kept my head low, trailing after her parents through the hospital.
Truth be told, I’d stopped visiting her so much. It was just too sad. Now, though, I felt a little guilty of that.
Mel’s room had been moved to the west wing of the hospital, four floors up. A long-term care wing. Her parents met with a doctor for a few moments before he brought us to her room. Her door sat, closed, and my heart skipped a beat as Linda reached to open it.
Linda and Thomas filed in first, and I was just behin
d them. The doctor said he’d give us some time alone with her, but that she’d need to regain her strength still.
The girl on the bed was awake, but she hardly looked like the Mel I remembered. As her parents took turns hugging her, I stared at her, feeling all different kinds of guilty. Mel was thinner than she was before, and I had no idea that was even possible, considering how skinny she used to be. Her blonde pixie cut was long and greasy, her cheeks gaunt. She was hooked up to an IV, among other things I didn’t want to think about, and yet she still looked so out of place here.
Mel didn’t belong here in the hospital. She didn’t belong at SCC, either. Where did she belong? I wasn’t sure, but if she’d let me, I’d be there with her to help her find out where that was.
When her mom and dad stepped away from her, trying to hide their happy tears, Mel’s brown eyes landed on me.
“Hey,” I whispered, and the moment Mel tried to lift her arms to me, the moment I saw her bottom lip trembling, I pushed past her parents and hugged her. She was all skin and bones, and for the first time in a long time, I felt my emotions taking over.
I cried, okay? Sue me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling like I was going to break her in half. “I’m so sorry.” Telling her I was sorry would never be enough.
Mel spoke, her voice sounding broken and dry, “It’s okay.”
Releasing my hold on her, I pulled back to meet her eyes. No, it wasn’t okay, but I planned on making it up to her however I could.
She smiled softly. “You’re crying.”
I sniffed, glancing back at her parents. “Yeah, well, so are they. So what?”
“You’re too strong to cry,” she whispered, coughing, sounding like she was using up all of her energy to talk.
Too strong to cry. Bullshit. No one was that strong.
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