I pursed my lips but didn’t say anything. They weren’t the only people talking about my wealth. I didn’t even know how people knew, but the fact that my background was a bit higher than most of my classmates had gotten around. I’d tried to be careful because people could be awkward about that sort of thing, but somehow it still got out. It had been such a pain in high school; I guess I shouldn’t have expected college to be different.
“We’ll be heading out,” Alicia continued, her tone churlish. “But don’t worry, you don’t have to treat us to anything, we can pay for ourselves.”
They headed for the door, and I didn’t even think to stop them. My arms were crossed over my chest, and I held my hands in tight fists against my sides. They left the room, and I let out a sigh as all the tension left my body. I didn’t find myself all that sad, even though I had a feeling they would start avoiding me from then on.
Whatever. I realized now I was a never-ending wallet and little more to them.
My thoughts went back to Noah. A smile curved my lips. I didn’t regret not telling them about him. I wanted to see him again.
I can't just approach him, though.
In the few times I did see him around campus; he was almost always around people in his classes. When he was alone, he looked to be in a hurry, or busy on his phone. I’d never thought about approaching him before, but now that the thought had entered my mind, I realized it was entirely impossible. Besides, I’d only glanced at him a few times. I only knew he was a senior because we never went into the same buildings, he only went where the senior classes were held.
There was always that option, though.
Even if I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I intended to Sext him one more time.
Chapter Six
Noah
It was a Saturday, but instead of going out to have some fun, I was locked in my room. All my roommates were out doing one thing or another. There were Saturday classes, but I was free for today, and I stayed in.
I was in the middle of editing a paper when my phone vibrated on the table. I narrowed my eyes at it. Not that I didn’t have a lot of people to talk to, but I was very suspicious about who it was that would contact me right then.
Sara?
The person that jumped into my mind was, of course, the one person I couldn’t seem to forget the whole day. I picked the phone up, and I wasn’t even surprised to find a tweet from her.
“Would you like to meet up again?”
I set the phone down, braced my elbow on the desk and leaned my head on my palm, then tapped the fingers of my free hand on the desk. I stared at that message until my screen went dark a few seconds later.
You can’t, I told myself. I shouldn’t, I knew that, but it didn’t change that I wanted to.
“You’re not a virgin. It doesn’t count.”
In truth, she didn’t have to be a virgin for this to count. After all, I wasn’t in this to deflower virgins for fun. I was in it for the money. But I didn’t think a second date was a good idea, especially since I hadn’t been able to get her off of my mind all day when I was supposed to be doing assignments.
Last night was a huge mistake.
Because the fee was so high, I didn’t expect to have anyone call me more than once. It’s just sex. If someone wanted to have sex with someone else in college, then it wasn’t that hard. Parties were going on all the time where people got to mingle and hooked up. I’d done it myself as a freshman. So, unless they were shy, in which case they really shouldn’t be looking to a stranger, or conscious about their looks, only a few special cases would pay for sex in college. Yeah, I had done some research on it, so I knew. Not to mention, it was really risky.
The other virgins I’d met through the Sext Me line, just wanted to have it over and done with. They were more conscious about being virgins than being around a guy.
Sara could have fallen under that, but she was also the first person to ask for me a second time. It was a surprise, especially after how nervous she’d been before we started.
“Ugh,” I groaned, and leaned back in my chair as I closed my eyes.
In my mind, I could picture last night. After she’d fallen asleep in my arms, I had been tempted to stay. I’d almost fallen asleep with her. I wouldn’t have woken up until morning, and even if I could be up before she was and leave, the risk that others would notice me as I left her room was high. Reluctantly, I’d pulled myself from her warm bed and gotten dressed. I left her room and made sure the door was properly locked, before I went back to my own place.
When I woke up this morning, in my bed, alone, I’d felt so much regret I wanted to slap myself.
Sara paid me for sex, and for an hour at that. Not to play the part of her boyfriend. The bad part about it was that there was a part of me that wanted to. Play her boyfriend that is. I wasn’t in love with her or anything, I barely knew her. Sex also wasn’t the best way to start a relationship, but when I started to think about what it would be like to wake up next to her beautiful heart-shaped face, our bodies snuggled together in my bed and soft, morning kisses, I knew it was more than just lust.
Of all the times.
My phone vibrated again, and I practically jumped at it to check the message.
“Can’t you make an exception?”
My mouth twitched. “No.”
I put the phone down, but after a pause, I picked it up again. “Anyway, I’m retiring.”
“So soon?” She messaged back quickly.
I glanced back to my desk, where I had my laptop, and a bunch of books open so I could work, then back to my phone. I didn’t debate for long before I wrote out another message. She kept messaging back, and before I knew it, we’d started up a real conversation. When I did realize, I wanted to slap myself again.
Why am I doing this to myself?
I stared at her last message for the longest time. She wanted to know what was going on with me. I was debating whether or not to tell her. After last night, I wasn’t even sure that I could be calm and cool around her, so the idea I had in my mind was ridiculous. But, I wouldn’t mind spending more time with Sara, and I was not going to be getting any more work done.
“Let me take you out for a drink,” I messaged. “And I’ll explain everything.”
My heart thumped when I looked at what I’d written, but I still hit send. I got a reply back almost immediately.
Sara agreed.
Fuck.
I set my phone down and jumped up, only to remember to text her where we should meet. After I got that sorted out, I got up and went to have a shower and get changed. Twenty minutes later, I was getting dressed, then rushing out of my room.
Sara was already waiting for me when I arrived at the agreed spot. I’d been rushing, but I slowed down when I saw her. She was in another dress, knee length with long sleeves and flats, her hair falling around her shoulders. She had a purse thrown over her shoulder, her head down as she played with her fingers. She would occasionally look up and glance around, and once I got close enough, she noticed me. Her body straightened out, and she sent an awkward smile my way.
“Hey,” she murmured.
“Should we go?” I said, acting calm even though at that moment, I was anything but calm.
She nodded, and we made our way off campus. There were more people around than usual since it was a Saturday, but I didn’t see anyone I knew on our way out, which was good. My roommates didn’t know about the whole Sext line thing. I had gone to great pains to make sure it wouldn’t become school gossip and was ready to abandon it if that happened.
Lucky for me, I didn’t have to wait long. If Dad was going to pay me back, then this was fine.
It was the middle of the day, and Sara wasn’t 21, so we didn’t go to a bar. Instead, I led us to a café not too far from the school. We stood in line to give our orders, then I paid, and we found a table to sit where we wouldn’t be around too many people. The place wasn’t too crowded, thankfully.
After a
moment of nothing but awkward silence, while we sipped our coffees and nibbled on the pastries, Sara cleared her throat and spoke.
“So, you wanted to explain to me about… why you’re quitting?”
Her cheeks were a little pink, and she wouldn’t look right at me, but I thought it was cute. I didn’t allow myself to smile.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “I mostly just did it because I needed money. I’m working to pay my tuition, it’s my last year, and I found myself with zero funds. I found a part-time job, but the pay wasn’t good enough, so it just started.”
I grimaced at the pathetic explanation. Sara had even managed to look right at me, eyebrows arched, like she didn’t understand. Thinking back, I can’t remember why I thought the whole male escort thing had ever been a good idea in the first place. I needed money fast, and I was desperate. I couldn’t get it through other means like stealing and gambling, but the Sext Me line was okay, I could handle it. I just started it up one day, didn’t even think someone would find it when I got my first message, and then got paid. I kept it up for weeks until Dad’s call. If Sara hadn't messaged me before I decided to stop, I would have just said no.
Of course, I was very happy that I decided to meet her last night.
“You did this because you were short of money?” She asked with a frown. “Couldn’t you have found other ways to get the funds? I don’t know, like borrowing loans or something?”
I sighed and took a sip of my drink. “It’s not that easy. The problems aren’t that I didn’t have money before. I lent it to my dad, and I thought he would pay it back. Only he’s always getting into trouble, and he dragged me into it this time. He gambled the money I lent him and lost everything. Getting the kind of loan,I need isn’t something so easy either, you know?”
If it had been, I would have gone that route before I started doing this.
“Do you no longer need the money?” Sara asked.
I would have assumed she was skipping over the story about my dad if I couldn’t see her face. She was shocked as if she was wondering what kind of father would gamble away his own son’s college money. I’d wondered the same thing when I heard it.
“If he’s to be believed, then there’s no need,” I said with a shake of my head, answering her question. “He called me up, just yesterday in fact after I got your tweet. He’s marrying some rich woman, and he’s paying me back.”
There was nothing yet, but I decided to believe in him for another couple of days. If nothing happened, I’d call him up, and we would see.
We sat in silence for a while, drinking and eating. I kept glancing at Sara, but she didn’t raise her head for the longest time. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, and I slowly started growing anxious. Then, after she’d finished her coffee and pastry, she looked at me from underneath her lashes. Her face was still flushed, but her expression had changed. It made me stiffen, and my attention perked up, in more than one way. Her lips glistened from where she’d licked them, and her eyes almost seemed to burn.
“That’s a shame,” she said, her voice low. “I was going to pay double what I paid last time.”
For a moment, I was shocked. Then, I was turned on. I let out a quiet groan, and shifted in my seat, a little surprised at myself. All it was, was a look and some words, and I was already half hard in my pants. Either Sara wasn’t as innocent as I’d thought she was yesterday, or something about her was just that interesting to me.
I figured it was the latter.
“I had a good time with you, Sara,” I confessed. I hesitated, for about a second, before I gave her a slow smile. “You know what? I’ve closed the shop already, but if you want, I’ll do it for free.”
Chapter Seven
Noah
It was broad daylight, but I didn’t care as I took Sara with me back to my dorm. When I gave the offer, I wasn't entirely serious. I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if she would be. It turned out, my earlier impression of her was right; once she gave herself over to passion, she didn’t let her nervousness hold her back. The girl I dragged into my room with me looked so different from the girl I met when I left.
“Should I be in here?” She asked, voice quiet.
“No,” I said, and locked the door as it closed.
My roommates shouldn’t be back until late, I thought as I led Sara over to my bed. I took my phone out and told them to warn me before they showed up, or they’d be locked out for the night.
Then, I turned to Sara and grinned. “Don’t worry. We won't be interrupted.”
Her eyebrows jumped up, and she glanced at the other beds. But when I sat down and wrapped my arms around her, her attention focused on me. I liked that a lot, and I grinned, right before I took her face between my hands and kissed her. She kissed back with enthusiasm, arms wrapped around my neck as she pressed her body against mine.
We kissed, long and wet, until we were both panting for breath. I pulled back with a groan, ducked my head into her neck, and left open-mouthed kisses on her skin. I nibbled lightly on her collarbones, and used my tongue to soothe the skin. Sara rewarded me with a whimper.
She pressed her hands to my shoulders, and I paused, thinking she was pushing me away. I let her do as she pleased, and I was surprised when she reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress, then eased it down around her shoulders. Pleasantly so.
“You didn’t have to,” I said, eyebrows jumping up as I smirked. “I’d love to undress you.”
Her lips pursed, shy for a moment, before she matched my smirk and put her hands back on my shoulders.
“Why don’t you let me do that this time?”
My eyes widened when she threw a leg around my thighs, so that she straddled me. Then, her fingers clenched in my hair and tilted my head back as she pressed her lips against mine.
I was surprised for a moment at her taking the lead. It was so fucking hot, though, and I was already hard in my jeans just thinking how far she would be willing to go.
Her hands slid away from my hair, moved down my neck, before they smoothed their way down to my chest. I moaned lightly when her hands gently kneaded my chest. I slid my hands around her waist, being careful not to hold her too tightly. Sara lowered her hips, her knees moving to hug my hips as she sat on my lap, and I gasped when that rubbed her against my hard-on.
“Fuck, Sara,” I muttered, breathless.
She rolled her hips as she licked my mouth, and I groaned, long and low. Then, she stopped, and my hands tightened reflexively around her waist because I didn’t want her to move. It was such delicious torture.
Sara wasn’t going anywhere, though. Instead, she caught the bottom of her dress and tugged it up and over her head, before she threw it over her shoulder. With sure hands she caught the bottom of my t-shirt and I raised my arms to help her pull it off. When she molded her body to mine, I growled a little in my chest. I didn’t work out much, but I kept fit and compared to me, her body felt so soft.
“Do you mind?” I asked, hand behind her back, touching the clasp of her bra.
She shook her head, and I released the clasp. She moved just far enough to slip it off, before she pressed herself against me once more, and the feel of her bare breasts against my chest as she sat on my clothed dick was almost enough to set me off.
I recaptured her lips, the sense of urgency from before when I dragged her into my dorm room almost completely gone in an oblivion of exploration. I wanted to get in her as quickly as possible, to give her pleasure, to come myself. But this was nice, too, and I found I didn’t mind taking my time.
We naturally shifted until I had her pressed against my bed with me above her. My mouth didn’t move from hers as we moved, and Sara’s limbs moved around me, hugging me to her. My breathing became ragged as I rocked my hips against hers, nudging her sex through her panties with my still covered erection. I wanted to take my clothes off quickly, but she wasn’t releasing me, and I didn’t mind the position we were in, either.
Then, Sar
a groaned, and her hands circled to my chest, pushing a little.
“Give me some room,” she muttered.
She didn’t let me get too far, her thighs gripped tight to my hips. She pushed, and I went along with what she wanted until she rolled us over and sat on top of me. I bit down on my lip when she sat on my dick, her hips rocking against me.
“I’ll come if you do that,” I groaned, holding tight to her hips to keep her still. “It’s the whole idea, but I want to be inside you first.”
Sara giggled, smiling almost shyly as she slid lower on my thighs. Her hands started to undo my belt, and my breath hitched in my throat as I watched her take it off before she dropped it to the floor. Then, she undid my fly, and I cooperated by lifting my hips as she carefully slipped my jeans down my legs. She crawled back up once she had the pants off, eyes on my dick, and I sucked in a sharp breath when it looked like she was leaning down.
No fucking way.
She was a virgin just yesterday, I didn’t think she was going to blow me, but it was a nice thought for next time.
I’m already thinking about next time.
There was no way I could just lay down and do nothing even if she was up for it. I was a little too fired up. I was already too close to coming, so when she gripped me through my briefs, I quickly pulled her hand away and rolled her over, so she was back underneath me.
I reached for my pants to take out the condom in my pocket. She arched her eyebrows at me, but whatever amusement she was trying to show me was ruined by her image right then. In nothing but her panties, face a little flushed and lips wet and swollen as she panted for breath, she was breathtaking. Quickly, I tossed off my boxers and put on the condom.
I paused, considered how badly I wanted to be inside of her and tugged her panties off her legs.
“Don’t look,” Sara mumbled, shy again.
Even though she said it, she didn’t move to close her legs. With one hand holding the base of my cock, I reached out my other hand. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and watched as she shuddered out a breath, and her thighs trembled. I moved my fingers lower and slid one finger inside her, then a second. I thrust in a couple of times before I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth to lick off her juices.
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