: Chapter 20

I’m supposed to be writing my English paper. And finishing the creative writing submission with the looming deadline that’s creeping up on me like a bad wedgie. It’s amazing how time speeds up when things are due and all those weeks I had disappear one at a time. Since Chase became my boyfriend I’ve been to a couple of hockey parties. They’re still a little overwhelming, but I’m getting to know his teammates, and he’s been a lot better about making sure I feel included.

Tonight we’re studying, though. Or we’re supposed to be. But Chase is lying on my bed, shirtless, wearing black joggers, with his biology textbook propped on his glorious abs. So I obviously started a chapter about Arwen seducing Aragorn as he was trying to decode an ancient scroll while Legolas was out hunting for dinner.

Chase is deeply focused on his textbook. Occasionally uncapping his highlighter with his teeth and marking an important passage. I’ve learned over the past few weeks that Chase is passionate about hockey, school, and my vagina. He’s smart and nerds out over anything science related. And he’s so hot it should be illegal. He’s also exceptionally good at giving me orgasms and looks unbelievably sexy when he’s focused on making me feel good. Every time I look at him, my pulse races, and my stomach twists in the most incredible way.

I roll my chair back. Chase continues to study like the good boy he is. I pull my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra. He continues to read, lips moving while he scans the page. I shove my jogging pants and underwear down my legs. He still doesn’t notice. I cross over to the bed and straddle his hips.

He startles and his eyes go wide. “Holy fuck.” He tosses his textbook on the floor, gaze raking over my naked form on a hot sweep.

“Hi.”

His wide, warm palms glide up my thighs. “You’re naked.”

“I was hot.” I smooth my hands over his bare chest.

“You sure fucking are.” His fingers skim the edge of my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine as his palm curves around the back of my neck and he pulls my mouth to his.

Mission Seduce Chase accomplished. Before he and I were forced together as unlikely roommates, there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d ever get naked in a fully lit room to get my boyfriend’s attention. But Chase makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.

He quickly flips us over and settles in the cradle of my hips. He props himself up on one elbow, hand still cradling my head while we make out and I roll my hips. Eventually he breaks the kiss. “I’m going to go say hi to precious for a little while, okay?”

I nod. “Yes, please, we’d love that.”

His grin turns downright lascivious as he kisses a path over my chest, stopping at my nipples, before he goes lower. His broad shoulders nudge my legs apart and he licks me, groaning as he sucks my clit. I run my hands through his thick hair and grip the strands as I cant my hips. Even though there’s music playing in the background, I shove a pillow over my face when the orgasm hits to muffle my moans.

Chase kisses his way back up my body and I wrap myself around him, exploring his mouth, turned on by the taste of myself on his tongue. I push his joggers over his hips to free his erection and the shaft slides over my clit.

“Ah fuck.” Chase buries his face against my neck. “You feel so fucking good, Cammie.” He gently bites his way along my jaw to my lips. “So hot and soft and wet.”

I tip my hips on his next roll and he slides low, the blunt head pressing against my opening. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist. He pushes up on his arm, questions in his eyes.

His thumb sweeps along the side of my neck. “Cammie, baby?”

I clench at the pet name. “I want to if you want to,” I whisper, suddenly really fucking nervous.

His expression softens as he brushes his lips over mine. “There’s no pressure, okay? It’s whenever you’re ready.”

“I am.” I lick my lips. “I’m ready.” And I mean it. I want this with Chase. He always takes care of me, makes sure I come, that I feel good, that I’m comfortable with the things we try. Sometimes they don’t work and we end up laughing, but most of the time it’s hot and a little dirty and I love it. I’m definitely falling for him. And there’s nothing more intimate than allowing him into my body.

“You’re sure?” His cock twitches.

“I’m sure.” I run my fingers through his hair and swallow thickly.

He tips his head. “I promise it’s okay if you’re not. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

“I know.” I bite the inside of my cheek. I just need to spit it out. “I haven’t before.”

His brow furrows, then shoots up. “Haven’t as in…” He lets it hang.

“I haven’t had sex before.”

His breath leaves him on a whoosh. “You’re a virgin?”

I bite my lips together and nod. What if he rejects me? What if he says no? What if he doesn’t want me?

He lifts his hips and adjusts his position, shaft gliding over my clit. He takes my face in his hands and presses his lips gently to mine. “Are you sure this is how you want this to happen? I could take you to a hotel, get champagne and rose petals. It should be special, Cammie.”

“It’s you. It will be special.” I finger an errant curl at the nape of his neck. “A hotel and all those things just sound like too much pressure. I want it to be here, where I’m comfortable.”

He gazes down at me, expression intense. “You’re sure you don’t want rose petals and a king bed?”

“I’m sure. We’re here now.”

“Okay.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Let me just grab a condom.”

“There are a couple in the nightstand. They came in the welcome bag from the health center.” I don’t know why I feel the need to explain when I’ve just told him it’s my first time.

He gazes down at me, and I look up at him.

His swallow is audible. “I have better ones.”

“Are they ribbed for my pleasure?” I ask, mostly joking.

“Not quite.” He gives me a quick kiss, rolls off me, and rummages around in his backpack until he finds his wallet.

I lie on the bed trying to figure out what’s so special about his condoms while staring at his magnificent ass. I’m about to lose my virginity. This is a huge deal. The biggest deal of my freshman year in university.

Chase spins around. His massive cock sticks out like a divining rod. He’s holding a green foil packet in his hand. He takes one look at me and crosses back over to the bed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Good. Great. Awesome.” The pitch of my voice belies the lie.

He sits down next to me, expression serious. It would be easier to handle if his giant cock wasn’t straining next to my elbow. “We don’t have to.”

I close my legs. “I know. I want to.”

“It might hurt at first.” He seems really displeased by this possibility.

I nod. “There’s a good chance. Even with my limited experience I’m highly aware you have a really big dick.”

He doesn’t disagree with me. “We’ll go slow. And if you want to stop, we’ll stop.” He’s very emphatic about the last part. Which I appreciate.

“Okay.”

He sets the condom on the nightstand and stretches out beside me. “Let me get you ready.”

“Shouldn’t I already be ready?”

“You can never have enough foreplay.” He kisses me and trails his fingers down my stomach. He teases me with a gentle touch that lights me up and keeps me on edge, but never tips me over. Eventually he fits himself between my thighs and we make out, grinding against each other until I’m begging him for more.

Chase grabs the condom from the nightstand and I watch as he tears it open and pinches the tip, taking mental notes as he rolls it down his generous length. He stretches out over me and his erection rubs against me. Chase cups my cheek in his warm palm and his hot gaze locks on mine.

“Tell me what you want, Cammie.” His thumb brushes along the edge of my jaw.

“I want this first with you.”

His eyes fall closed and his forehead rests against mine.

For a very long few seconds, I’m terrified that he’s going to back out.

But he lifts his head, determination and something else I can’t quite identify crossing his face. “I’ll go slow.”

“Okay.”

He reaches between us and lines himself up, the blunt tip nudging my entrance this time. Chase’s gaze stays locked on my face as he pushes in just a bit.

“You okay, baby?”

“I’m okay.” I grip his shoulders and try to relax my breathing, but I’m so nervous. What if I can’t handle it? What if I’m terrible at sex? What if I’m too loud? Or not loud enough?

He pushes in a bit more and I tense.

“Just relax.” He covers my mouth with his.

I try.

He pushes in another inch. This time it’s accompanied with a burning sensation. I clamp my legs against his hips.

“I should stop. We should stop.”

But I don’t want to stop. I want this. People wouldn’t have sex all the time if it didn’t feel good. My peers wouldn’t be looking for endless hookups if it felt awful. I overheard Essie and Rix talking about their firsts and how it wasn’t great at first…but then. Then.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Okay.” He kisses me. “Okay.” His jaw clenches.

He sinks in another inch.

That awful burning intensifies. I try not to let it show on my face, but the little whimper that escapes me is pretty fucking damning.

“We’re stopping,” Chase states. With authority. With conviction. With uneasy determination.

“We’re not.” I lock my legs around his waist and tilt my hips up and push down on his ass. And he sinks. Into me. Filling me in one stroke. Bottoming out. The wild burn rushes through me and steals my breath. It’s a sensation I don’t know what to do with. I succumb. But also. Also…the fullness, and then…then…the pleasurable ache that makes everything tighten.

“Shit. Shit. Fuck.” His hands tremble against my cheeks. “Cammie, Cammie, Cammie.” A full body shudder runs through him, followed by a deep primal groan.

I do this to him. Being inside me like this makes him feel this way.

His jaw tics and his gaze darkens in the most delicious way. Especially since it contrasts with the gentle way he touches me. Fingers brushing along my cheek. “Tell me you’re okay.” It’s as much a plea as a demand.

“I’m okay.” It’s a raspy croak. “Can we just…stay like this for a minute?”

“Yeah, of course.” He kisses me, soft and sweet.

The burn fades and the fullness remains. I swivel my hips, testing out the way it feels. That strange discomfort flares momentarily and fades, something hot and needy taking its place.

Chase gazes down at me, eyes hooded with desire. “How does it feel?”

I swivel my hips again and little jolts of pleasure zip through me. “Good, it feels good.”

He rolls his hips and that pleasure sparks.

“Oh God, do that again,” I moan.

“Like this?” He repeats the action.

My nails dig into his shoulders and I shift under him. “Yes. Again. Please.”

This time he pulls out a bit and pushes back in. There’s a moment of discomfort, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure. He starts a gentle rhythm, eyes never leaving mine, hand on my face, body close, arms caging me protectively.

I don’t expect an orgasm. Not the first time. But he carefully hooks my leg under his arm and it changes the angle. His pelvis rubs against my sensitive clit with every gentle thrust. Sensation expands, flowing through my veins, turning into a storm in my belly. It takes over and I fall and fly.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Chase grinds out. “Look at me, Cammie. Let me see you.”

I pry my eyes open and it feels like I’m inside him just like he’s inside me. The orgasm is incredible. The most amazing cacophony of sensation and emotions merging.

Chase’s brow furrows and his mouth drops open. His hips jerk and he thrusts hard once, twice, a third time. Every muscle locks and his expression is sheer, unbridled euphoria.

He collapses, sweaty and panting, then rolls to the side so he doesn’t crush me. He holds me tight and cups my head in his palm, kissing me softly.

“Hi.” He brushes my hair away from my face.

“Hi.”

“How you doing?”

I grin. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Just good? I thought maybe you came?” He looks so hopeful.

“I did come. And I’m great. At first it was…different, and then it was so, so good. I’d definitely do it again,” I assure him.

His answering smile is radiant. “Okay, good. I’m glad.”

“Was it good for you?” My gaze drops to his throat.

He tips my chin up. “It was amazing. You’re amazing.” He kisses me softly.

We lie there for another minute, just kissing and touching before he carefully eases out. There’s no blood, but I’m definitely going to be a little sore tomorrow. Not in a bad way, though.

Chase rolls off the bed and grabs his joggers from the floor.

For a moment I’m horrified.

Until he grabs my keycard from my desk. “I’m going to get you a warm damp cloth. I’ll be right back.” He disappears into the hall.

I lie there trying to decide if I feel different. Maybe a little. Now I know what all the fuss is about, and I have some actual experience to go with the sexy stuff I write and have only imagined before now.

Chase returns a minute later with a warm damp washcloth. He carefully wipes between my legs and presses a soft kiss to my pussy before he grabs his T-shirt from the floor and pulls it over my head. And then he snuggles me to sleep. It’s freaking incredible.

In the morning, he kisses me goodbye before he leaves for practice. On my desk is a cafeteria cup filled with wildflowers, a blueberry muffin, and a coffee.

I’m definitely falling for Chase.

And I definitely want to have sex again. Just as soon as my vagina stops having a pulse of its own.