Exception (Cambria University Series Book 1)

by Sadie T. Williams

  My heart races as she thinks about my offer. Then she slips my t-shirt over her head and smiles. My shirt hangs down to her knees and clings perfectly to her body. God, she is sexy in anything she wears.

  “Breakfast in the morning?” she asks and flashes me her beautiful smile.

  “Absolutely.” I smile and slip on my shorts. I love that she agreed to stay with me. That she’s wearing my shirt to bed. That she is this comfortable with me. That we just had an epically erotic moment together and there is hope of so much more to come.

  We crawl into bed and meet in the middle. She stretches her arm over my stomach and rests her head on my chest. I wrap my arms around her and lean my head down to smell her hair.

  “What is this?” she asks, tracing my tattoo with her fingers. It’s a large shield with a stag in the center of it. On either side are two enormous lions standing on their haunches as if they’re going to fight. On the top of the shield is a knight’s helmet intertwined with vines. The tattoo is all black – no color at all.

  “That’s the McCarthy family crest,” I reply. “Or at least part of it. Someday I’ll put the McCarthy name under the shield in a banner, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. I’ve been working on this tattoo for about a year and a half. I started with the knight and worked my way to the shield, and then the lions just finished this past summer.”

  “It’s beautiful,” she sighs. Something about this girl is lighting my soul up. It’s terrifying and exhilarating. We drift off in each other’s arms with the scent of vanilla filling my room. Fuck the rules. All of them.

  Chapter 13: Kiernan

  I open my eyes to the sun peeking through the blinds. It takes me a second to remember where I am. I look up and Brooks is sound asleep. His chest is rising and falling with each breath. My head is still on his chest. Last night was the most exciting and erotic night of my life. My body starts tingling with the thought of it. Now I see what my friends have been nagging me about for years.

  I need to use the bathroom. I carefully move to untangle my legs from Brooks’s legs. I don’t want to wake him up. He stirs a little, but doesn’t wake. I’m thankful he has his own bathroom, so I don’t risk seeing one of his roommates. I grab my phone and head to the bathroom. Only 16 phone calls and 38 text messages.

  I start to read and they are all practically the same. The where are you’s, have fun’s, be safe, tell me everything when you get home, several eggplant emojis from Watts, lots of kissy faces, and finally one from Blaire that reads “You’re not coming home?!?!?” I decide to respond to that one.

  “Hey, I’m good. Sorry I didn’t text sooner. I feel asleep.”

  I pee and wash my hands. My clit is still sensitive from last night. I grab his toothpaste and brush my teeth with my finger. It’s the best I can do to fight my morning breath. Then my phone dings.

  “Did you sleep with Brooks??”

  “No, you knew I wasn’t going to have sex with him.”

  “No, not have sex with him, did you sleep (zzzz) with him.”

  “Yeah, I did. We hung out for a while and got tired.”

  “Hung out, huh. Good one. Did you sleep in his bed… with him??”

  “Yes, Jesus. Why are you so concerned if I had a sleepover? You do it all the time.”

  “Exactly, we do it all the time. Tanner said Brooks has NEVER and I mean NEVER had a girl sleep over. He couldn’t believe you didn’t come home. Do you know how fucking huge this is for him? WTF are you doing to him?”

  “Nothing. I don’t know. He asked if I would stay, so I stayed. It’s not a big deal.” I type that more to myself than Blaire. I need to keep myself in check, but I’m falling hard and fast.

  “It sure as fuck is a big deal! I’m so fucking happy. I want to hear everything when you get home. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!”

  I’m not responding to that. Just then I hear Brooks shout, “KK?!” He sounds distressed.

  I open the bathroom door and peek my head out, “Yeah?”

  “Jesus, I thought you dipped out on me again.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.” I try to squeak out a laugh.

  “Yes, you would. And you have.” Ge glares at me. “Ready for breakfast?”

  I nod. “Just need one more minute.” I wash up quickly. If what Bateman told Blaire is true then we both had a night of firsts. I guess I didn’t realize how big a deal this may be to Brooks too. Images from last night flood my memory and the butterflies in my stomach wake up as I think about what he can do to my body. He did promise me a second orgasm.

  Brave face. I take off his t-shirt, but leave on my panties. I open the bathroom door and walk over to the bed almost completely nude. His mouth gapes open and I use my finger to lift it shut.

  “Holy fuck,” he growls as he pulls me onto the bed on top of him.

  “I’d like seconds from last night before we have breakfast, please.” I can feel his cock start to twitch and grow larger. I’m doing that. His body is reacting to me. It makes my cheeks flush.

  “Ms. Kelly, you’re insatiable, and I love it,” he says in a low, deep voice. “My God, the things I want to do your body.”

  He leans up and his lips press into mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and our tongues begin their sensual dance. His hands are gently stroking my bare back. A moan comes from within him, and I can feel it reverberate throughout my body. I can feel my pussy getting wet with each touch and kiss.

  He rolls me over so he’s on top. His hand slides up from my hip and cups my breast. His finger grazes over my nipples and it becomes erect. He takes the engorged bud between his thumb and index finger and begins to pinch it and roll it, which sets off fireworks inside of me.

  He breaks our kiss and moves his mouth from mine, down my neck and my chest cavity to my breast. His mouth surrounds my nipple and his tongue begins swirling around it. His hot breath on my skin is sending shivers up and down my spine. He gently takes the bud between his teeth and starts flicking it with his tongue.

  “Do you want to come like this?” he groans with my nipple still in his mouth. I nod, trying to breathe.

  He moves to the other side and does the same thing over again, this time his other hand is relentlessly twisting and rubbing on my other nipple. The sensation spreads over my body and overwhelms me. Oh. My. God. I feel my back arch and I can’t hold it on anymore. “Mac, I’m gonna—“ A rush of heat floods my body and I collapse back onto the bed.

  I open my eyes and Brooks is laying on top of me, smiling up at me. His chin is resting on his hands which are cupping my breasts. He looks so pleased with himself, and I can feel his rock-hard dick pressed against my leg.

  “How was that?”

  “I can’t even put it into words. I didn’t know that could happen using only the upstairs,” I say, too embarrassed to say the words.

  “There is so much I can’t wait to do to you, with you.”

  My eyes light up. “Like what?” I never thought sex mattered to me. But this, with him, I’m like an addict. I want more and more.

  “I want to taste you, KK.” He lowers his voice and moves so he stares down at, me face to face.

  I smile and lean up to kiss him, but he moves away. “No, here,” he says and traces his finger over the top of panties and down my sex.

  “You’re wet for me already,” he acknowledges as he dips his finger inside my panties and inserts it quickly into my pussy. He removes it just as quick and raises the digit up to his mouth. He sucks my wetness off his finger, and it’s the most carnal thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Let me taste you,” he pleads. I can feel my cheeks grow hotter. His dirty words ignite something inside of me. It isn’t like when other guys have said dirty things to me. These comments don’t embarrass me. They turn me on. I need to know what this feels like. With him.

  I nod and he leans in. His lips meet me mine for only a moment. He slides his body down mine only to pause to give each nipple a short suckle, leaving a trail of soft kisses from chest
down to my abdomen. He reaches my panty line and I lift my hips so he can remove them, which he does skillfully, and tosses them to the floor.

  He’s lying directly between my legs, and I suddenly become very self-conscious of how exposed I am. I try to close my legs, but Brooks wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls them open. He looks up at me, his face is inches from my pussy and I can feel his breath on my dampness. I thought last night was the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. This. This is the most erotic thing, and it is not even close.

  I feel Brooks’ hand glance over my clit, and my body tenses at his touch. He presses his thumb to my sex and begins making the same circular motion that he did last night. I feel his finger slip into my pussy and my body tenses again. I look down and he’s staring up at me, his icy blue eyes gauging my expressions.

  “Okay?” he asks.

  “So. Good,” I manage with a gasp.

  He continues to slide his finger in and out while his thumb is massaging my clit. I’m going to come soon.

  He must be able to read my body because he says in a low, deep voice, “Not yet, baby.”

  He slips his finger out of my pussy and he lowers his head. His tongue begins slowly caressing my passage and moves its way up to my clit. He starts swirling, twirling, flicking, and licking at my swollen bud. My body is clenched and my back arched. I press my sex upward to meet his tongue. The pleasure ripping through my body right now is like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s a fast-blazing fire that is consuming all of me. He inserts his finger again as his tongue continues its assault on my clit. I grab his dirty blond hair with both of my hands and let out a loud moan.

  I look down and his stunning blue eyes look almost dark. He’s staring intently at me while his mouth continues to send shockwaves through my body. He thrusts his finger into me once more and a blast of electricity rockets through me to the core.

  “Mac,” I gasp as I pull his hair and come undone by his tongue and his touch yet again.

  I collapse on the bed again. He removes his finger and wipes it on his shorts. His lips are glistening with my wetness. His hair is messed up from where my hands were gripping him. His eyes are relaxed again and he’s smiling so his dimples are popped.

  “Wow,” I say in a breathy voice.

  “You sure know just what to say to make a man feel good about himself,” he says with a smile. That gives me an idea.

  I roll over so we are face to face. “Mouth,” I say with a sly grin. His eyes grow wide and for the second time today I have surprised him.

  “Babe, you really don’t have to. I mean it,” he swears. “We don’t need to hit all your firsts in one day.”

  I push him onto his back and grin. “This is day two, and I want to,” I emphasize.

  “Teach me,” I plead as I gaze at him through my lashes. I slide down his body and slip off his shorts. His cock springs free, and it’s rock hard.

  He leans up on his elbows and stares at me as I sit between his legs. His cock is resting on his abs.

  “Well, I’ve never actually done this,” he chuckles and his cock twitches. “Tuck your lips around your teeth and put your mouth on my dick. Move your head up and down like you did with your hand. Whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth, you can use your hand.”

  Sounds easy enough. I nod and lick my lips. His size is overwhelming, but I got this.

  I lean down. I wrap my hand around his length like I did during the hand job, and raise his cock into my mouth. He doesn’t lay back. He watches me with passion blazing in his eyes. I stick my tongue out and lick the tip, which causes his cock to twitch in my grasp. It’s a little salty, but doesn’t taste bad. I’m not sure what I was expecting.

  I lick my lips again and tuck them over my teeth. No biting. I slowly open my mouth and slide my lips over the tip of his dick. It fills my mouth completely. Okay, not so bad. I continue to slowly move my head up and down, taking in as much of him as I can. My hand is wrapped around the rest of his shaft and is moving along with my head.

  I begin swirling my tongue around the tip like he did to my nipples. Up, down, around. I begin moving faster. He falls back onto the bed and closes his eyes. He presses his hips up to insert more into my mouth and his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag for a second, but continue. Swirling, sucking, and nipping.

  He moans, “Oh, fuck, KK, I’m going to come. If you don’t want this down your throat, you should stop.”

  I think about it. He had my come on his lips. I want to taste him too. I won't stop.

  His abs tighten and his hips flex again, “KK, I’m comi—“ he tries, but before he can say the words I feel a burst of warm, thick liquid in my mouth. Instinctively I swallow it. It’s salty, but the taste isn’t horrendous. Listening to some of the horror stories my roommates told me about sucking cock had me a little freaked. Watts once said a guy’s come tasted like sour milk. She gagged and vomited on his bed. Brooks tastes, good? I don’t mind it at all. In fact, I love having control over his body.

  Brooks opens his eyes and I crawl back up the bed next to him. He smiles. “You continue to surprise me. You sure this was your first time?”

  I nod. “I’m sure.” I smile at his satisfaction.

  “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.” He smiles again. He seems so relaxed. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined those luscious lips around my dick.”

  I blush. “So it was ok then?” I’m nervous because I know this wasn’t his first blow job. Other girls have done this to him and, being a competitive person, I want to know how I stack up.

  “The best. Ever,” he proclaims. I smile. I win, bitches. We snuggle back into bed. I need to lift tomorrow, but right now I’m satisfied and I want a nap with this beautiful specimen of a man lying next to me.

  Chapter 13: Brooks

  I wake in a panic again. She’s gone. Why the fuck would she dip out on me again? The first girl I invite to stay the night with me and she bails on me. This hurts. My heart is a little broken actually.

  Wait, her clothes are still here. Except her underwear. She didn’t leave in just her underwear, did she?

  “KK?” I shout. Just then she peeks her head out of the bathroom door.

  “Yeah?”

  “Jesus, I thought you dipped out on me again.”

  “I wouldn’t do that,” she says, letting out an unsure giggle.

  “Yes, you would. And you have,” I say, pretending to be mad. “Ready for breakfast?”

  “Just need one more minute!”

  I lay back in bed. I can make her some eggs and toast or something. I’m not the best cook, but I can at least do that for her after she opened herself up to me last night. I’m reminiscing about her perfect body, her luscious lips, and her tiny hand stroking my cock when she opens the bathroom door and strolls over to the bed wearing nothing except black cotton panties. Oh, fuck me. All the blood in my head rushes straight to my dick. My jaw must have dropped because she uses her finger to lift it shut.

  “Holy fuck,” I say as I stare at her perky tits, flat stomach, and silky skin. She is so fucking sexy. I need my hands on her, now. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down on top of me. Her tits press against my chest and my cock is firm against her thigh.

  “I’d like seconds from last night before we have breakfast, please,” she practically begs as she gazes up at me through her lashes. My cock twitches at her words.

  Twenty years of pent-up sexual tension has been released. She is insatiable. The idea of making her come again ignites my insides. I didn’t think she would let me do this again so soon, but like me, she can’t get enough of this, of us.

  I lean up so I can kiss her again. Her supple lips pressed against mine fuel my desire. She tastes so good, I want to taste all of her. I grab her hips and roll her over. I slid my hand up her satin skin from hip to chest. I graze over her erect nipples and pinch them between my fingers. She moans with pleasure and presses her tits harder against my hands. My mou
th surrounds one nipple and I swirl my tongue around it. She still smells like vanilla, but she also smells like me. It’s so hot that she has my scent on her body. I take the bud between my teeth and start flicking it more rapidly. I can make her come like this.

  I continue to twist, rub and suck on her nipples. I move from one to the other, using my hand on the one not in my mouth. Fuck, I might make myself come just from watching her body writhe from my touch.

  “Mac, I’m gonna –“ she moans as her body tenses under my touch. Another first for her and me. I’ve never made a girl come by just feeling her up. That was fucking sexy.

  I cup my hands over her tits and rest my chin on my hands. I stare at her while she collects herself. She is so beautiful. Beads of sweat are forming along her hairline. She feels the fire inside of her too. My dick is aching for release. I’ll have to rub one out in the shower.

  “How was that?” I ask. I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself, even knowing full well I’m not done making her come today.

  “I can’t even put it into words. I didn’t know that could happen using only the upstairs,” she replies with a smile. The upstairs? I chuckle internally. She can’t even bring herself to use the real words. She really is innocent.

  “There’s so much I can’t wait to do to you,” I say, leaving the statement open ended. I want to get her wheels turning again. Turn on her mind and her body.

  Her flash down to mine. “Like what?” She’s intrigued, and I can feel the tightening in my stomach as the words form on my lips.

  “I want to taste you, KK,” I say as I lean closer to her face. I’m looking to gauge her expression to my words.

  She seems confused and leans up to kiss me. HA! She has no idea what she’s in for.

  “No, here,” I say and glide my finger over the top of panties and down her pussy. I can feel that her panties are already damp. “You’re wet for me already.” I slide my finger inside her panties and insert it into her pussy quickly. I pull it out and I lick her juice off my finger. “Let me taste you,” I urge.