Page 39 of Notorious Man on Campus

“Don’t be sorry, Brick. I want you. I’ve wanted you… for a long time.” Since the first day we met and more and more every day since. for too many reasons to think about, but mostly for the connection I have with your soul and my longing to soothe your lost-little-boy heart.

“Damn. I don’t know—” I pull from his hold then grab him by the shoulders, wanting to shake him.

“Don’t know what? There’s no taking it back now. I’m not a virgin anymore.” I look down between us to the place we’re still joined and feel his cock hard inside me. And that makes me smile.

“Fuck.” He looks down between us and stirs.

“Exactly. That’s what we should be doing right now.” He looks at me and I watch the reluctance disappear from his face. I’m willing him to finish, to take me all the way. “Besides, you owe me another orgasm.”

His reluctance is replaced by … nothing. The expression on his face is blank. He shows me nothing now. Shit. I feel like we’ve been flung backward in time to our dance when his stony face was all he gave me. No, no, no.

But stone-faced or not, he pulls me over him and rolls us until he’s on top of me. Then he lifts my thighs high and wide and I feel him slide in even deeper, hitting against some kind of end point inside me and wow. I stare at him and his face is tense with pent-up need, and any tenderness or caring is gone.

But I have enough caring for both of us, don’t I? I need him, need to feel his release inside me, to live the dreams I’ve had so many nights. He slides slowly back out of me and I grit my teeth against the rawness, but I feel the sensual pull of the movement too.

“Are you okay, Nyla? Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He sounds more like a doctor, all clinical more than caring, and I want to weep or scream, but I don’t because he’s in my arms and I’m in his arms and it’ll have to be enough. For now.

As he glides in and out of me, the sting disappears and I’m hyper aware of the straining of his muscles under my hands, of the smoothness of his skin, the heat and the feel of his balls slapping against my thighs. While he builds speed, my tension builds too and that gnawing need gathers inside me as we both breathe fast and hard.

“Nyla.” He says my name and it’s strangled with emotion as much as desire. He moves a hand between us and strokes my clit. I call out and he covers my mouth as promised, to smother my scream of euphoric release, spiraling up and up until I feel like I’m in empty space with nothing but Brick and our two bodies.

Holding on to him tight as I slam my hips to his, I know the exact moment when he loses control. He bites down on my lip and squeezes me to him hard as his cock pumps inside me, thrusting in a pulsing release, his body rigid and a growl of animal pleasure coming from his throat. My heart hammers wildly with sensual overload as I take in every single thing about him, every movement, nuance and sound, every feeling and scent. I breathe in deep and drown in the musky scent of our sex as his body relaxes and he lifts himself from me.

Reflexively, I clamp my legs around him, holding him tight to me, unwilling to let him go.

“Nyla, I need to get rid of the condom.” His patient words make me feel like his student, still learning the details of Making Love 101. But were we making love or was it just sex? It was both. That’s what I firmly believe. Brick and I are somewhere in between lust and love and I’m more than satisfied when I let him go, because I have so much more today than I did yesterday.

He walks to the bathroom, and I think his long well-muscled legs and his perfect tight ass should be on magazine centerfolds. Peering under the covers, I realize I’ve made a mess and panic hits me until he returns with a washcloth.

“Let me clean you up. It’s the least I can do.” He pulls the covers aside and opens my legs as he gently moves the warm, wet cloth over my thighs and pussy. I’m still tender there, but it feels so good.

“Thank you, Brick. You’re so kind. I appreciate it.” He nods and flashes me an unreadable look, but at least it’s not studiously neutral. I want to say more, but I’m too aware of his semidetached state as he ministers to me and I don’t want to scare him away. I wonder if he’s going to leave now, but I don’t wonder for long when he comes back from the bathroom again with a towel that he puts underneath me to cover the spot where my blood spilled.

“How do you feel?” His question is sincere if not deep with feeling. He lies beside me and pulls the covers over us. Should I tell him he doesn’t have to stay? No fucking way. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. He’s reluctant at first, but then he gives in and puts an arm over my naked body, his hand landing on my breast not by coincidence.

“I feel wonderful. Like I could do it again and again. All night long.” It’s true and I don’t miss the way his eyes light up.

“Really? That could be arranged, you know. Give me another ten minutes or so.” He squeezes my nipple. I laugh.

“I’ll give you all night.”

“I don’t think that’s an offer I can refuse,” he says. I lean in and kiss him, pressing my body to his to feel his hot-as-fuck body along mine. My heart starts humming again like I’m going for another breath-stopping ride.

Eventually we fall asleep, but I see sunlight streaming in the window before I shut my eyes and listen to his even breathing soothing me better than any lullaby.

Chapter 15

Brick

The sun penetrates my eyelids, but I don’t want to open them, not yet. My entire body is sore from the game and I stretch until my arm hits the warm unmistakable flesh of a woman. Fuck.

I go from groggy to fully alert and eyes wide open. The memory of the entire night pops fully into my head and I clench my jaw to stifle a moan of sheer regret, followed immediately by a surge of hot desire. Fuck. I’m a fucking bastard asshole. My conscience crowds out any pleasure, and I look over at Nyla. Mistake.

Sitting up gingerly, I take in her dark hair spread out on the pillow, her long eyelashes against the creamy skin of her cheeks and her full kiss-swollen lips waiting for more. My fist clenches down on the sheet covering me because in spite of the blaring warning going off in my conscience, I want to touch her more than anything in the world, hold her, wrap her in my arms and start all over again exploring every inch and crevice of her. Damn. She stirs and I come to my senses, far too late.

Slipping out of bed, I take my clothes into the bathroom and close the door. I want to spit at the stupid asshole I see in the mirror, but I settle for figuring out how to get out of this with the least amount of hurt to Nyla. Because in spite of my senseless driving lust for her, she’s the last girl I need to get tangled up with and I don’t sleep with any girl more than once to avoid that.

It’s never been a problem before, but then I always knew Nyla was a special case, didn’t I? Always knew I needed to avoid her most of all.