“It’s because you’re so big,” I tell him and that seems to satisfy him—probably strokes his ego too. But I don’t care. The man’s ego deserves to be stroked. Everything on him deserves to be stroked when he can bring this kind of pleasure to a virgin.
His eyes find mine again, and his face is pained. “You are so goddamn beautiful, I’m not going to last.”
“That’s okay. I want to feel you.”
“Not before you come again.”
“I don’t think I can,” I say quickly.
“Yeah, you will,” he says and clenches down on his jaw. He looks like he’s in total agony, but I do love a confident man with a plan.
“Touch your tits for me, Angel. Rub your nipples. Pinch them.”
I do as he says, liking his orders, and the second I pinch my hard nipples, sensations rocket through me, and my eyes widen as an orgasm approaches. “There you go,” he says and slides a hand between our bodies to apply pressure to my clit.
“Oh,” I moan, my eyes now rolling around in my head. He chuckles but it sounds pained as he continues to pump into me. He lowers himself and braces one arm on the bed beside me. As he uses hard, blunt strokes, movements not meant to finesse, but rather get the job done, I am almost certain I’m fucked. Of course I’m not referring to our physical joining. I’m thinking this guy might be ruining me for anyone else.
I’ll worry about that tomorrow, though. Right now, as pleasure gathers in every nerve, my body totally alive, I can’t think, I can only feel. His hips piston into me as he flicks my clit, and I play with my nipples and suddenly my body burns, and pleasure moves rapidly through me until I’m coming around his cock.
“Angel,” he growls as my muscles squeeze around him and he throws his head back, claiming his own orgasm. I concentrate on the pulsing between my legs, both his and mine, and revel in the euphoric lightheadedness of my brain. I briefly close my eyes as we ride our release and when our bodies stop spasming, he falls over me, pinning me with his impressive weight.
He rolls to the side, taking me with him. Our bodies are warm and damp and oh so sated, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to use my legs again. What the hell. Legs are overrated, anyway. I open one eye and peek at him, completely angry with myself. I mean, I heard sex was awesome. Peyton told me numerous times what I was missing out on, but come on, this, what we did here, makes my piddly little one-handed climaxes a total bore. I should have jumped into sex headfirst the second I arrived my freshman year.
He rolls to his other side, and I hear a snap as he removes his condom. A second later, he’s facing me again, his hand is between my legs again, and for a second I think he’s already up for round two, but no, he’s actually wiping me with some tissues. A hard shiver wracks my body.
“Cold?” he asks.
“A bit.” It’s a lie, but I’m not about to let him know this was pretty emotional for me, and that it’s possible I could fall for the first guy to touch me.
“I’ll get you a T-shirt.” He jumps up and heads to his dresser.
He grabs me a shirt from his dresser, and comes back to bed. I sit up, and he slides it over my head. As I breathe in the scent on him, my damn heart squeezes tight.
Could the guy be any sweeter?
Okay, come on, girlfriend. Get your shit together. You can’t fall for this guy. He says something to me, a grunt of sorts and I can’t quite decipher it. Is he asking me to leave? Oh, God, he probably is. I start to get up and go, when one thick arm falls over me, dragging me into his body. He buries his face in my hair and… Wait, did he just sniff me?
Maybe he did and who am I to judge, right? As I come down from my post-orgasmic bliss, my brain cells start working again. I consider where my dress is, and the most efficient way to get into it and out of his room.
Oh, shit.
I’ll have to do the walk of shame. I cringe and curl tighter against him, not wanting to move. He mumbles something else, and the next thing I know his breathing has changed. How could he possibly fall asleep so fast, especially when my brain is racing a million miles an hour? Oh, because he’s had sex numerous times and this is his M.O.
The party is still going strong, and my sister is down there. Not that it’s any of her business, but she sort of made it clear that she was after Landon. Shit. Did I cross a line, claim someone that she wanted first? Although, I’ve wanted Landon for a long time. Then again, how would she know that? Worry moves into my gut, and my muscles tighten. Did I make a huge mistake here?
Laughter rises up from downstairs making me painfully aware of my near nakedness, that I slept with a football player—had a one-night hook up with a guy I have to tutor for the next couple months. And I don’t even like football players, right?
I try to shimmy away, but he pulls me back. Wait, is he sleeping or not? And why is he keeping me here. I know their reputations. Women do not stay over. I settle myself for the time being and a plan comes together. Wait until everyone is gone, sneak out under the cover of darkness and pretend this never happened. It’s a good plan, right? Solid.
If I follow it carefully, nothing can go wrong.
6
Landon
I peel one eye open and then another. For a second, I’m confused. Who the hell is in my bed? I never let anyone stay over. Never. The fog clears from my brain, and my body ignites as memories come rushing back. I glance at the woman beside me. She’s anything but ‘anyone.’ Goddammit, I loved walking into my room and finding her in here. She was snooping, but the second my lips touched hers, it was clear what she really wanted. Hell, what we both wanted.
As she sleeps soundly beside me, I shove the blankets off and take note of my Angel’s phone on the nightstand. I chuckle quietly. I’m glad that Ella has a friend who watches out for her, but now she has me, and I’m going to make it my mission to make sure she’s always safe and always in good hands—my hands—and stays away from that asshole Cameron.
I push to my feet, and nearly fall to my death when I trip on my shoes. “Jesus,” I mumble, and glance over my shoulder, not wanting to wake sleeping beauty. My pulse picks up when she makes a moaning sound and curls deeper into her pillow. That’s when another thought hits me. Fuck. I grip my hair and tug. I’d have to be a total idiot to not know that she’d given me her virginity last night. The second I felt that barrier, the tightening of her body, two things happened. One, I fucking hated myself for taking it. And two, I realized that I was the guy she gifted it to and I don’t take that lightly. The truth is, the freshman hazing game always made me sick, and I would never want to trick anyone into giving me something so precious. Sure there’s crazy chemistry between us, but if she’d held on to it this long, it must have meant a great deal to her, right? So why me? Why did she give me something she’s been holding on to for so long? I’m not even certain I deserve it, but somehow, some way, I’m going to let her know what it means to me.
I tip toe to the door, and tug it open. The hall is as dark as my room, and I quietly make my way to the bathroom. It’s the middle of the night and I have no idea what time the party died down, I’m just glad the place cleared out. I don’t want Ella feeling any kind of shame when she leaves here tomorrow—after I cook her breakfast.