College Girl (4 page)

“I only had half a glass of wine!”

“Have you had wine before?”

I shook my head, feeling insanely
young again.

“Then, I think you should go to
bed before I get myself into trouble,” he said quietly.

I hiccupped again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He got up without answering me and
went down the hall. He came back a minute later with a brand new toothbrush and
an oversized T-shirt.

“The
bathroom’s
at the end of the hall. Your room is the first door on the right.”

“My room?”

“Did you think we were sleeping in
the same room?” he asked.

His eyes had gone oddly cold and
mean, and I blushed again.

“No … I mean … I just thought I
was going to sleep on the couch.”

Ryan

I wanted her so badly that I could
barely see straight, and it was causing me to be a dick. She stood up from the
couch, fidgeting and nervous, and I hated myself for fucking with her.

“Come on,” I sighed. “I’ll show
you.”

I walked her down the hall and
opened the door to the spare bedroom.

“Oh my god!” she gasped.

It was just a bed, nightstand,
chair, reading table, and dresser, but Alex seemed mesmerized.

“That bed is like four times the
size as the one in my dorm! This might be the first good night of sleep I’m
going to get this quarter.”

“So, you’ll be okay here?” I asked
dryly.

She turned and smiled at me. Her
lips were perfect and heart-shaped.

“Thank you, Professor Matthews …
or is it Bennett?”

“You can call me anything you want
as long as it doesn’t start with Professor.”

Her cheeks turned bright pink
again, and I gestured for her to follow me.

“If you want to shower, there are
extra towels in the closet.”

“No shower curtain!” she squeaked
in delight.

I glanced at the shower door,
trying to remember the last time I had been grateful for it.

“Let me know if you need
anything.”

I stepped out of the bathroom and
shut the door behind me. Then I walked back into the kitchen and straightened
up before waking up my laptop and looking around for the files I had been
working on. Hearing the shower running, I stared at the computer screen for
five minutes before realizing that the only thing I had managed to accomplish
was imagining Alex Reed naked under the hot water.

Walking to my room, I went into
the master bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped off my clothes and
hoped for relief as I stepped under the icy blast. Unfortunately it did very
little to alleviate the problem.

What the fuck? Had I had taken my
father’s Viagra by accident?

I got out and wrapped the towel
around my waist as I stomped into the bedroom looking for a pair of flannel
pajama bottoms. I never slept in them, but it wasn’t like I could go without
them tonight. Pulling a pair from the dresser, I threw the towel on the bed.
Hearing a gasp, I turned around and saw the little freshman framed in the
doorway, her mouth open
, her eyes about to pop out of her
head as they traveled from my shoulders …
all the way down. My cock
throbbed in response. Suddenly she snapped out of her trance, and with a faint
squeak, she darted down the hall.

The urge to follow her and take
her right up against the wall was almost fucking overwhelming. Quietly slipping
on the pants, which were achingly rough against my skin, I sat on the edge of
the bed and ran my hand over my face. What the fuck was I thinking? After
several shuddering breaths, I rose to my feet and walked carefully down the
hallway to the guest bedroom. The lamp was on, and the door was ajar. Without
knocking, I walked in and saw Alex sitting on the bed.

Her dark hair was still wet and
hanging halfway down her back. Her cheeks were flushed, but whether that was
from a hot shower or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell. She was biting her lip,
and I could see the rise and fall of her chest was quick and uneven. Fuck. I
wanted her.

“Forgot I had company,” I said
apologetically.

She smiled, but it came out
crooked and shaky.

“That’s okay,” she whispered
breathlessly.

Looking down, I noticed Finn was
sleeping at the foot of the bed. Traitor dog.

“Do you need anything? Water?”
A good hard fucking
?

I grimaced at the thoughts that
kept entering my head. Was I eighteen again? Did I have absolutely no fucking
self-control? She shook her head.

“No, I’m fine,” she said quietly.

“Do you have class tomorrow?”

I kept my tone casual like this
girl hadn’t sized up my throbbing cock only moments ago.

“At four.”

“No a.m. classes on a Friday.
How’d you manage that as a freshman?”

My voice was hoarse, and I sounded
like a complete fucking idiot.

“Luck, I guess,” she smiled,
staring at my chest.

I wanted to see her legs, but she
had the blankets up to her waist like she was in a convalescent home.
I wonder why, dumbass
? I thought
savagely. I had just given her the full view … the girl who had never kissed
anyone until tonight. Fuck. Not a safe thought.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I
said, smiling stupidly.

I started walking out.

“Ryan?”

I swung back and looked into her
jade-green eyes.

“Thank you. For everything …
including my first kiss.”

She blushed again, and I tried not
to swallow my tongue. It took everything I had—more—to smile and
walk out of the room before my common sense was overwhelmed by the desperate
need to feel her coming beneath me. If I had ever suffered this much, I had
blocked it out. This girl had my cock in a vise.

Going down the hall into the
dining room, I picked up my tablet and the department laptop. Then I forced
myself to walk past the door to the guestroom. When I got to my room, I set the
hardware on the bed and dropped to the floor for a hundred push-ups. The entire
time, my brain battered me with memories of the gasp and helpless whimper that
had escaped her lips.

Had it just been surprise?
Or because no one had ever touched her before?
My arms gave
way and I dropped to the floor, panting and somehow even more turned on because
I had been the first to kiss her. It wasn’t like I was some degenerate who went
around deflowering virgins. In fact, virgin was about the furthest applicable
description of any of my ex-girlfriends.

It made me wonder, though. How was
it possible that this girl had never been kissed before? Alex Reed made my
blood boil just looking at her. Standing up, I crept down the hall on the balls
of my feet, paying attention to the boards that would creak under my weight.
The light in her room was still on as I passed the door. Turning back, I
stopped and stood silently outside the door, watching as she read from a thick
book. Her hair was drying and returning to its original reddish brown. My eyes
traveled downward, and I could see the outline of her breasts beneath my shirt.

I moved back to my room and opened
up the laptop. But my head wasn’t in it. Deciding to correct the homework
problems before moving on to actual work, I sifted through the stack until I
reached Alex Reed’s assignment. Next to one of the problems, she had
scribbled—and then erased—
WTF?
I laughed quietly. This girl did
not
like math. And after the story she had told earlier, I had to wonder why her
advisor hadn’t let her drop the class. Then it struck me. If she had dropped
Robertson’s class before I had agreed to take over as TA, I never would have
seen her, which probably would have been for the best.

Fuck that
. This was the most I had felt in months. Hell, maybe
years. The engagement to Gretchen had been a massive fucking mistake. She had
been marrying my family, not me. Asking her to marry me had been my ill-advised
attempt to appease her after I had told her I was going back for my doctorate.
Mostly because she had looked at me like I had just taken a shit all over her
fairy tale. And maybe it had been my fault for not noticing that she had
preferred wine and pills to me.

I graded assignments until my eyes
were burning and I couldn’t see straight, but when I finally turned out the
light and closed my eyes, I still couldn’t sleep. My thoughts remained firmly
trained on the half-naked girl down the hall.

When a piercing scream woke me out
of a restless sleep, I jumped up and bolted down the hall. Bursting into the
guest bedroom, I flicked on the lamp, ready to tackle an intruder. Instead, I
found Alex, curled into a tiny ball, her small fists clenching the sheets.
Jesus. She was having a nightmare. That scream had made it sound like she was
being murdered. I sat on the edge of the bed as she tossed and turned. Finally
I reached over very carefully and stroked her forehead.

“Alex,” I whispered.

Her eyes shot open, and she started
crying. Sobbing.

“Alex? You’re okay. Shh. It was
just a bad dream.”

She was shaking so badly that I
finally relented and pulled her against me, massaging her back as she trembled.

“He … g-grabbed me,” she sobbed.

“It’s okay. It was just a dream.
You’re okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Her tears were hot against my
chest and when she nuzzled my shoulder, her lips grazing my skin, I felt my
cock stiffen instantly. She looked up at me as I wiped away her tears.

“If you hadn’t been
there
…” she whispered, still oblivious to my inappropriate
lust.

She shuddered and started crying
again, and I reached for a tissue from the box on the nightstand. Taking it,
she dabbed at her eyes and nose. Her skin was overheated, and I was struggling
not to touch her.

“It’s okay. You need to get some
sleep. I’ll be right down the hall.”

I started to rise from the bed
until she gripped my arm. Turning toward her, I saw her eyes glittering with
terror.

“I’m … afraid,” she shuddered. “I
don’t want to be alone.”

Her hand was still glued to my
forearm as I turned and slowly reached out. When I slid my other arm around her
waist, she gasped and jerked in surprise. Reaching around her, I lowered her
onto the bed as she stared up at me unblinkingly. Slowly I nudged her legs
apart.

“Ryan?”

The sound of my name on her lips
made me ache, and I had to remind myself how inexperienced she was. A few hours
ago, I couldn’t forget it. Now, all I wanted was to make her come. I lowered my
head until I could bite her lower lip, gently increasing the pressure until she
cried out, her body arching like a bow beneath me. I had been holding myself a
few inches above her, but now that she was pressed fully against my length, her
eyes widened in shock. Steeling myself, I leaned forward to taste her again
before sliding the T-shirt up over her thighs, her hips, her waist,
her
bare breasts. I eased the shirt over her head and
watched her face as I brought one hand up to caress the impossibly soft skin of
her breasts, pinching the peaks of her nipples between my thumb and index
finger.

“Oh!” she breathed.

Her eyes closed, and I pushed my
tongue into the warm moistness of her mouth as I imagined my cock slipping between
the folds of her pussy. At the thought of entering her, I growled, my hips
instantly matching the rhythm of my tongue’s thrusts. Her body began to
respond. Her tongue met mine tentatively, and her back arched as my hands
grasped her hips. I sat up, drawing her into my lap as I began to guide her
movements, rocking her very gently against my cock until she made this tiny,
out of control sound.

That small whimper crushed my
willpower, if I’d had any left to begin with.

“I want you to come,” I whispered
raggedly.

I wanted to watch her come more
than I craved my own release. I lowered her back onto the bed and let my hand
slide down. She arched, her breathing jagged and uneven, and when my finger
stroked her through the thin barrier of her panties, she moaned in a shocked
way. I froze as her eyes shot open, and in an instant I knew.

She had never even touched herself
before.

Fuck! Somehow—in my depraved
desperation—I had assumed that she had at least … Groaning, I rolled away
from her. What the fuck was wrong with me? I just
had
to notice the one girl in a five-hundred-person lecture hall
who had
zero
experience? I rubbed my
hand across my face and sat up.

“Christ.”

She pushed herself up, pulling the
sheet across her chest. I looked over at her. She was gorgeous. Her cheeks were
flushed pink, her lips puffy. I wanted her, possibly more than I had ever
wanted anything in my life. Fuck.

“Alex, I shouldn’t have done what
I did tonight. You’re a student—”

“So are you,” she smiled shyly,
reaching out to touch me.

She gasped a little as her fingers
made contact with my cock, like she hadn’t expected it. Biting back a smart
remark, I grabbed her wrist and firmly pushed her hand away. I knew without a
doubt that I wouldn’t be able to control my response to those soft hands
clumsily touching me as she attempted her first hand job, and I was
not
going to introduce this barely
eighteen-year-old girl to fellatio.
 

So I did the only thing possible.
I got up and started walking toward the door.

“You’re going to go to bed like
that?” she asked in amazement.

I stopped.

“I appreciate your concern, but
no—I’m not going to go to bed like this.”

Like I could sleep in this state.
I watched as the information clicked in her head.

“Really?” she asked with
curiosity.

“Yeah.”

It was killing me that I hadn’t
made her come—that I was leaving her here possibly aching as badly as I
was. Fuck it.
That
wasn’t possible.

“Do you want … help?” she asked a
little more meekly this time.

 
“You want me to carry you into my bedroom
and …”
fuck you the way I’ve wanted to
all night?

I shook my head. I was going to
lose my mind if I didn’t get out of this room. I walked out and shut the door,
haunted by her naked form.