Page 38 of Notorious Man on Campus

Goose bumps spread as if he’s touched me with his eyes and I heave a deep breath, suddenly feeling virginal. Apropos since I am a virgin, but I doubt he thinks that and I wonder if I should tell him or if it’s best to let him discover it on his own. Shit.

“Don’t stop now,” he says, his voice dry and cracked like he’s been crawling across the desert and I’m his last chance for a drink of water. I unhook my bra and pull it from my arms, my breasts bouncing free as I sit tall on the bed under his stare. He licks his lips and my nipples respond like he’s a some kind of illusionist making me feel him from a distance.

“Fucking glorious.” He shoves his pants and boxers down his legs in a rough push and before I get a good look at him he’s on the bed again.

“Wait a second, I need to see you.” I push at his shoulders as he kneels in front of me and I scoot back for a view of the most perfectly sculpted male specimen I’ve ever seen, or could ever imagine. “Holy…” I’m speechless. He smirks as he poses for me, taking his cock in his hands and giving it a long stroke as he inhales deeply, staring at me with those glassy bedroom eyes at half-mast. “I think I’m going to come just watching you,” I manage.

He stops immediately and his features tighten. “I’m right there with you, sweetheart.” I reach out to touch him and he sucks in a breath so hard I’m amazed there’s any air left in the room. “Take it easy. I’m not finished with you.”

“I know. I want to make you come—”

“Not yet.” He pushes me back onto the pillows. “I need to touch every part of your beautiful body, first with my fingers and then,” he pauses, staring into my eyes, “with my tongue.” Now it’s my turn to suck in a breath to gulp down the enormous pulse of pleasure and calm the stutter of my heart. He starts with my face and, true to his words, he touches and licks every part of me, paying special attention to my breasts and nipples.

“You’re torturing me, Brick.” My hands are in his hair as he sucks in a nipple and I buck my hips, needing to feel his cock against me, against that spot. He laughs around my nipple and nips me and I swear I feel a mini orgasm burst from me and I scream.

“Shit, Nyla. Did I hurt you?” He’s up and holding my face, staring at me, the kind of concern in his expression that I’ve only seen in my dreams.

“No, no. You.. made me lose control.”

A smile spreads across his face, satisfied and smug. “Good, but these walls are thin. No screaming.”

“I don’t know if I can promise that.” I’m concerned now because I wonder how much it’ll hurt when he pushes inside me, breaking my cherry.

“What is it? You need me to muffle your screams with my mouth?” He’s still smirking and I wonder again if I should tell him I’m a virgin. Fear douses me like a bucket of ice water, spoiling my haze of arousal. I push him off me. I can’t tell him because it might be enough for him to withdraw, to desert me. To run the other way from the innocent virgin.

“What the hell, Nyla. What’s wrong?” I hear a mix of concern and fear in his voice and it actually settles me.

“It’s your turn, Brick. I need to make you come. I insist.” He laughs and pushes me back down on the bed, but I manage to swing myself on top of him. When I settle my hips over his, I’m rewarded with a hard thick rod of flesh squarely between my legs. “Oh my god, you feel so good.” I can’t imagine what he’ll feel like inside me, but I suddenly can’t wait.

“You’re a feisty one.” He tugs on my hair. “But we need a condom first.” I lick his ridiculously big juicy cock once before I fumble through getting the condom in place. He rewards me with a buck of his hips and a hiss of pleasure.

I bring my face to his and, with his hands under my butt cheeks, he positions me so his tip is at my entrance. A bubble of nervous excitement zaps me and I press hard on his mouth when his cock slides inside me.

Or tries to until he hits resistance.

“What the—”

I swallow his words and, with my eyes shut, I concentrate and push down on him with everything in me, even when I feel the sharp pain. And fuck does it sting. I moan-shriek into his mouth, but I keep pushing down as he fills me, until I’m resting on his balls and there’s nowhere else to go.

The stinging sensation overwhelms me, but I concentrate on feeling him, on the thickness of his cock inside and moving, pulling out.

“Nyla—”

“No, don’t. Please stay inside me. I’ll be all right.”

“Nyla.” He’s more adamant now and pushes me from him, looking in my eyes, a question in his eyes, a puzzled frown and maybe disbelief. Until I feel the sticky oozing of blood between my legs. Shit. He must feel it too, because his eyes pop and his face goes cold.

“No, don’t Brick. Don’t.” I’m begging him not to withdraw in more than one sense of the word and I hold him tight, kissing him, pushing myself back down on him against the pressure of his hands.

“Nyla, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Too late to worry about that.” I stop and sit up on him, staring down at those blue-green eyes shining in the stream of moonlight coming in between the blinds. He looks like the classic deer in the headlights and misery rises in me. “Shit. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

“You’re a virgin?” He almost whispers the words, like he doesn’t want to believe them, as if it’s an impossibility. Then I realize with a horrible start—he thinks I was with Jimmy, his brother.

“Yes, I am. Or was. You’re my first.” My only, if I had my stupid virgin girl wish. He lifts himself up on his elbows and I hang on. He moves his hands up my back to hold me and then, astonishingly, he hugs me to him. My heart flips and I feel tears prick at my eyelids so I squeeze them shut.

“Nyla, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” He’s so tender I can’t stop the tears, but it’s so wrong because I should be happy. I fear it’s regret in his voice more than tender caring.