by Dakota Lee
"Yes. Not so vanilla. Vanilla is for debutante school girls. Jordanna, you're all woman." She's wearing a tank and yoga pants under her smock. I slip my hands under the waistband, seeking out her clit. She rocks against my hand, eyes closed as I finger her.
"Logan." She entreats in a choppy breath. "Somebody might see."
"There's no one here but us."
"Stop. Logan, I said stop." She pushes my hand away, straightening her clothes.
"Why?"
"I'm not comfortable with this."
"This is what I'm talking about, Jordy. I wanna make you feel good right now, and you're so worried someone might come in here, you won't let yourself relax and enjoy it. Was I worried when you jerked me off in class? No, because it was hot as fuck and I needed you."
"It's not the same thing. It was dark and no one could see us." Her eyes narrow. "Wait, is this what you used to do with them?"
I can only assume she's referring to all the women I've been with before. "Fuck those other women. This isn't about them. This is about us and our relationship, and the fact that you don't care that I'm not satisfied."
"Don't use my inexperience as an excuse. Not again."
"The fact that I'm your first isn't the problem. You wanting me to play some saint. Some pussy whipped schoolboy with his first taste is. I'm a man Jordanna and I have needs and desires that go beyond holding your hand while we walk to class. I thought we dealt with this before. When you came back to me, you said that I was it. That you were choosing to really be with me in every way. But how the hell do I really know what happened when you went to your old stomping grounds? Maybe I was just the test ride and now you're ready to go back to prince charming after all."
I leave her with that thought lingering between us. It's manipulative and wrong, but I have to pluck on that string.
She was shocked I mentioned rough sex, but she wasn't horrified at the idea. Not entirely. And even though she hasn't admitted it, I could tell she liked jerking me off in class. She also loves the way I touch her in public, even when she tells me not to.
I just gave her the shove she needs to embrace that desire.
Chapter Forty-Five
I feel like shit. My eyes hurt, my head hurts, and I can't breathe. When I mentioned to Kassidy that I felt like I was catching the flu, she laughed at me. For like a whole ten minutes, she laughed, with tears running down her face, and told me I wasn't catching the flu, I was going through withdrawals from Logan's penis.
I threw a couch cushion at her, telling her that wasn't a real thing, and then she proceeded to tell me about the number of girls she's witnessed with similar symptoms.
They all had Logan and his penis at the center of their illness. Some healed when he paid them attention again. Others eventually got over it by getting it on with someone else in his inner circle. I told her that sounded pathetic. She agreed and told me that if I didn't get my ass off the couch, I would be joining the pathetic club.
So here I am, in the cafeteria trying to get some crackers and tea to help settle my stomach. Because Kassidy is fun and smart, but she's not licensed to practice medicine or psychology, so I'm dismissing her diagnosis all together.
I sit at a table in the corner of the room, looking out over the patio. My back is to the front door, but I know. Somehow, I just know he’s walked in. I turn in my seat and sure enough he's here, walking over to his table.
It's been three days since we had the conversation about him choking me out. I looked it up. Some people really are into that sort of thing, but nothing about Logan ever made me think he'd be into kink. I'm not. Into it. I like sex the way we do it. But respect him for telling me that it's not enough. I knew going in that I probably wouldn't be able to hold his attention for long.
His gaze slides over the room, bored, aloof. It's the mask he puts on when he's feeling like he has an obligation to fulfill. When we're alone in the studio, he smiles more. He laughs a lot, and he doesn't look like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He sees me and the tea with honey that was coating my throat moments before is no longer doing the trick.
My throat constricts, my mouth goes dry and my stomach feels like the bottom has just fallen out of it. That bitch, again? That's the first thing that comes to mind when Shauna sits in his lap.
I storm over to where he's sitting, glaring at her, then him. "Move." I hiss.
"Excuse me, charity?"
"I said, move. That's my spot."
She looks at Logan and chuckles. "I think you're mistaken. Right, Logan."
He doesn't move, agree, or even disagree. He just lets her sit there, eyeballing me. I step back; the air leaves my lungs, and my eyes sting with unshed tears. He's not missing me. Not in the least. Fine. I see how it is. I turn towards the entrance and stomp towards the dorm.
I'm the editor of the school paper. Eventually, I'll be running a media empire. And yet, when Jordanna confronted Shauna, I didn't know what to say. I thought she was gonna yank Shauna from my lap and a part of me would have enjoyed seeing that.
But in the three days since I told Jordanna I needed more, she hadn't called or texted or done anything to reach out to me. So I was caught off guard when she walked up to the table, staking her claim to me. She was jealous. That much was obvious. But it was Tabitha's warning that Jordanna looked pissed, that had me on high alert.
I was expecting a flat tire or scratches in my car. Jordanna getting wasted at a swap night party is what I got. She's on her third beer dancing with anyone and everyone who asks.
I'm listening to my friends, while also trying to keep an eye on her. Shauna ran her mouth, to anyone who would listen, about how I ignored Jordy when she threw her little fit in the cafeteria.
The fact that she's here tonight speaks volumes. I see her good buddies Tobias and Will staring at her like she's fresh meat. When another guy pulls her close for a dance, I set my drink down and cross the room to the makeshift dance area. She sees me coming and when I stop in front of her; she shakes her head, no, before I even have a chance to open my mouth to speak.
"It's time to go Jordy."
"You wanna go. Go. Go with all the girls. When I go, I'm going to the bathroom."
My jaw clenches at her veiled threat. The rules to swap night still stand. You don't go to the bathroom alone unless you wanna get fucked. She doesn't get a pass, just because she's my girlfriend. "If you need to pee, you're gonna hold it until you get home."
She walks off towards the hall that contains one of the downstairs powder rooms. "You know Logan, I've decided I'm finally ready to fit in around here. Get the full VDU experience."
"I suggest you live vicariously through people's Prospectus posts because you won't be participating in it."
"Watch me."
I grab her by the arm, pushing her against the wall. "Is that a threat, Jordy?"
"It's a promise. You're clearly done with me, so I'm done with you too."
I rub my nose against her jaw. "Oh sweet, sweet Jordy. We are so far from done."
She juts that defiant little chin out; her back straightens, and she locks eyes with me. Strong, brave. Perfect.
"It's been damn near a week, Logan. Clearly you've been in someone else's bed. So yeah. We're done."
"Are you saying you don't want me anymore, Jordy?"
"That's right. I'm over you."
I slam my mouth against hers, punishing her for her words, demanding she takes them back. She bites my lip, crashing her teeth against mine. I feel it all. The kiss is angry. Hurt. Volatile. She wants to fight me. Then we'll fight.
"You wanna end this Jordanna. Fine. We'll end this, but not until we talk."
"We have nothing to talk about. I'm done letting you use other women to hurt me."
"I'm not fucking with Shauna, you know this."
"If it's not Shauna, then whose bed have you been in? It sure as shit isn't mine, and you let her sit all over you even after I told her to move. You didn't sa
y anything, so excuse me if I don't believe you. What did you say? Actions speak louder than words?" She hurls those last words like a curse.
"You're right. They do." I reach under her dress, shredding her panties and drop to my knees. Her hands push at my shoulders when my tongue touches her, then the push turns to pets and then her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer as she grinds against my face.
I lift my head, licking her juices from my lips. "I've never fucked Shauna, and I never will." I promise before pressing my thumb against her clit. "Tell me you still want me, Jordy. Tell me you're still mine."
"I. I-"
She quivers against me, and I rise to my feet, pressing my lips to her ear as I grind against her. "Please, baby. I need to hear you say it."
"You promise, you won't sleep with her?"
"Never."
She fumbles with my pants. "I'm still yours."
Her hand strokes me from base to tip. I'm hard as concrete, and I'm seconds away from doing something stupid. Well, more stupid than what I just did. It was a stupid risk. Anyone could have come through and caught me on my knees. “We should go."
"Logan, I need you now."
"I know baby, but unless you want an audience, we can't do this here."
I gather her torn panties off the floor, placing them in my pocket and lead her out the front door. As soon as I'm behind the wheel of my car, I floor it, kicking up gravel on the road. "Where are we going? Campus is the other way."
The way she's clenching her legs together and running her hands up and down her thighs, we're not going to make it to the dorms. I take the curve down to the bottom of the bluff, pulling my car onto the overlook at the edge of town. I unfasten my seatbelt and go to the passenger side, flinging the door open and pull her from the car.
Turning her to face the hood, I flip her skirt up over her waist. I tear the condom open, quickly rolling it down my length, and line myself up with her opening.
"Fuck." I grunt, surging forward. "Hold on." My hand presses against her spine. "This is gonna be quick and hard, but I promise to do right by you when we get back to my room."
Her hands are out in front of her, unable to find purchase on the waxed hood of my car. She's on her toes, as I slam into her again and again. Her breathy moans are choppy as she struggles to breathe. My powerful strokes unrelenting. I hold her in place by the back of her neck. "Whose pussy is this Jordanna?"
We're making up, but the lingering effects of our fight are still with me, so I punish her pussy, until she stops holding back, finally crying out. "Yours Logan. It's yours."
That confirmation. That affirmation. Pushes me over the edge. I finally release, collapsing against her back. My nose nuzzles her ear. "I missed you, baby."
Chapter Forty-Six
Shauna glares at me from her perch beside Hal, and I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at her like a toddler.
"What did you do? Piss in her cheerios?" Kassidy asks as we approach the counter at the coffee shop.
"Worse. Logan and I made up, and she's on the outs again."
"Again? Honey, she was never on the in. She just keeps hoping that new boob job she's got is enough to reel him in."
"Well, in the beginning of the semester he was into her. Or them."
"No, he was into the idea of squeezing his dick between them. Trust me, it was never going to go any further than that."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know Logan. She'd already been messing around with two guys in his social circle before the semester began. Logan doesn't care if you hook up with someone after him, but he's got this rule about being the first person you fuck in his little twisted group. His ego won't let him do it any other way. Not to mention, he hates when girls throw themselves at him. Men like the chase and Logan is all man."
On that I can agree, even if I don't believe he would have turned Shauna down if we weren't together.
"You wanna watch a movie tonight?" She asks after we place our orders.
"Can't. I need to work on my exhibit.”
"How’s it coming along?"
"Great, though I'd be further along, if Logan wasn't distracting me all the time."
She smirks at me over her mug. "Yeah but what a distraction to have, right?"
Logan: Why are you sitting way over there?
Me: Because I'm having coffee with my friend and we need alone time
Logan: I need alone time, too
Me: You saw me this morning
Logan: That was forever ago. I miss you.
Me: Miss you, too
Logan: Send me a pic so I can stare at you until I see you again
I roll my eyes, at his request.
Me: Don't have any
Logan: We need to rectify that
Logan was serious about the picture. As soon as I walked through the door, he shoved a camera in my face. I played along, letting him take silly shots, and begged him not to add any of them as his screen saver.
We finished eating an hour ago and now we're both focused on our submissions for the symposium. I step back to admire my canvas, still not getting that total it factor I'm looking for. It's good, but there's still a lot of work to be done in this last month before I have to turn it in.
My hand strokes down the curve of Jordy's back and then back up again. She drifted off to sleep an hour ago while I was still on the roof soldering my sculpture. I like being here with her, like this, away from school and the pressures of my friends. Working and sleeping in my bed.
I didn't know when this started how funny, or smart or sweet she'd turn out to be. I didn't know that I would actually enjoy getting to know her. And that spark underneath. That fire when we fight. It's exhilarating and exciting. And the sex. She's inexperienced, but she's giving and receptive to my touch. Easily the best sex I've ever had.
I slip out of bed, picking up my camera, zooming in on her face, and press the shutter. Her eyes flutter open, hooded, and I click again.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking your picture."
"Of me sleeping? That's creepy."
"Fully relaxed and at ease. It's beautiful." I snap another when she stretches.
"Okay. That's enough."
"I told you I wanted a picture of you to keep with me."
"No nudes though. One of your friends might see it."
"These are for me." I push the sheet aside, revealing her leg, and snap again. Then I touch it, traveling my fingers up to her hip and take another photo. I tease her with my hands and my mouth, snapping as her arousal builds. "Beautiful. So fucking beautiful."
I keep the camera close by when I enter her, mesmerized by the look on her face. When she tightens around me, I pick it up again and catch her in that moment, immortalizing it forever.
Bella comes into the Life Study class after it dismisses. Jordanna dashed off to see her advisor, and I'm thankful the two of them didn't have to cross paths.
"Another weekend getaway?" Bella taunts. "You keep taking off. Is the pauper princess uncomfortable screwing on thousand count bed sheets? Or does she force you to have family dinner with her mommy and wittle sister”, she says in a baby voice, “So she doesn't feel guilty for letting you touch her at night?"
"What difference does it make where I spend my weekends? You already know Jordy and I are together."
"You're not together. She's your fuck doll, and she's the only one of us who doesn't know it."
I remember not to gag when she walks her hand up my arm. "Tell me, what new level of kink did you introduce her to this weekend?"
"As long as we've known each other, have I ever been one to kiss and tell?"
"No, which is why the whole proof thing exists. We can never tell if you're bullshitting us or not."
"I think we've already covered she's not a virgin anymore."
"Oh yes, the game. Who could forget? Of course she never specifically named you as her conqueror and she could've been lying to save face."
"What e
lse do you want from me, Bella. I did what I agreed to, in the spirit of the bet."
"The spirit of the bet isn't Suzy homemaker missionary style. We agreed you'd corrupt her. There's no video evidence of anything, and she certainly doesn't look corrupted to me. In fact, she looks like she's ready to pick out registry items for engagement gifts with you."
She picks up a paintbrush and swishes it back and forth across the palm of her hand. "Of course, if you want to lose the bet, that's fine. Just make sure daddy dearest spells my name correctly on those options."
"The only company letterhead your name will touch is a rejection letter." She stops swooshing. "You forget I always document my end of the deal."
"So why haven't I seen any of this proof?"
"Art takes time. Isn't the fact that I get creative with the display boards, part of the fun?"
"So you're doing what you always do?"
"Of course."
She seems appeased. "Good, then I look forward to seeing your latest masterpiece."
Chapter Forty-Seven
I collapse on the bed, winded as if I just ran a marathon. Logan unties the rope around my wrists and removes the blind fold. We've been experimenting with a few things like light bondage (which I don't mind) and wax (hard pass, because I don't like the feeling of being burned no matter how quick it goes away). And last week he convinced me to sit through a porno, (what he called art cinema), while he brought me close to orgasm again and again. Until I finally and truly begged him to let me cum.
"You okay?" He asks, drawing lazy circles across my back.
"Mm. I could sleep for a week."
"It wasn't too much? You don't hate me for asking you to do it?"
"Hate you? Logan, I lo-" I clamp my mouth shut. Was I about to say the L word? I hope he doesn't notice.
His voice quiets, and he strokes his fingers down my cheeks. "You what Jordy?"
"Nothing. I liked it, and you didn't do anything I didn't want you to do."