Never Have I Ever – A College Romance Book (Campus Games 1)

Grayson

I lean in and crash my lips with hers. The moment our lips meet, she lets out a gasp. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and I’ll do anything to hear it again. I lift my hand and cup the back of her head, wanting her closer. My other hand strokes her cheek while we kiss.

She tastes so sweet, just like I thought she would. Her lips are nothing like I’ve ever felt before. They’re so soft, like butter, and they taste addictive, like strawberries or candy. I want more, but I need to remember that this is all new to her, and she’s inexperienced.

When she admitted that she had never been kissed before, I wanted nothing more than to teach her. To feel her lips on mine, messy and all, and teach her everything. But even though she’s never been kissed before, it isn’t messy.

It’s also not as hot as I would prefer. I want the heat with her, the type of kiss where your brain is muddled up, consumed by lust and need, and you can’t think. The feeling so overwhelming that you can’t even control yourself.

No, this kiss is soft and delicate, just like my angel. She brushes her lips over mine so softly that we’re barely kissing. Her mouth is closed, and I need her closer. I need more. My tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip, beckoning for her to open, but she doesn’t. She continues kissing me back, gentle and light. I’m none of those things, and I need to deepen this kiss. I want everything from her. I want it all.

I brush my tongue over her bottom lip again, twice, three times, until she gasps for air, and I take that as my chance. I fit my tongue inside her mouth, and she yelps when she feels it, but she doesn’t stop. She meets me halfway, letting me taste her, letting her tongue dance with mine. She moans into my mouth, a sound so sweet I’m debating on how I can give her everything I own.

I want to hear that from her again. Fuck, I need to. My teeth gently graze her bottom lip before I soothe it with the lick of my tongue. She moans again. God. I groan, tipping her head back to deepen the kiss.

Jesus, this girl is going to be the death of me. Everything she does, every sound she makes, I need more of. She reaches up, grabs my hair, and pulls it back. I smile against her lips. She’s eager for me. And I eat it up.

I leave her mouth, kissing, licking, nibbling down her chin, her jaw until I reach her neck. She tastes like candy everywhere. I never want to stop this. Ever.

“Oh, god,” she gasps when I nibble her neck, kissing every inch of her skin. Her breathing is shallow and fast; her chest is rising up and down.

Which makes my eyes drift to her chest. She’s wearing a pink corset dress with silk ribbons for straps. Her breasts taunting me in the tight dress, making me drool at the sight of her. She looks down at me, her lips parted in shock, breathing so hard.

I kiss her shoulder, lick it, kiss it again, and then fit the silk straps between my teeth, pulling it down until the bow unravels. I gaze up, and Rosalie closes her eyes, breathing even harder. I can’t help but grin when I look at her. God she’s so pretty it hurts. Physically hurts me to look at her.

I make my way to her other shoulder, leaving soft kisses in my path. I press an open mouth kissed where the silk ends. My fingers reach up, brushing against her skin and I pull the bow with my hands, unraveling it like she’s my very own present. Happy fucking birthday to me.

She releases a deep breath and then a soft, gentle moan, the sound traveling straight to my cock. But I ignore the needy fucker and focus on the beautiful angel in front of me.

I need those lips back on mine badly, and I waste no time, lifting my head and kissing her, deep and hot like I want, like I know she wants, but she’s too afraid to take it. Rosalie wraps her arms around my neck, weaving her fingers in my hair and gripping it in her fist, pushing me into her.

My hand is clutching her face, but I drift my hand, tucking her hair behind her ear. I bring my fingers lower to her collarbone and feel the supple skin there marked by my teeth. She whimpers. Christ, I want my mouth all over her, but not here. Not on a bench in the middle of the woods.

When I taste her, I’m going to need my time with her. I want to learn her body, what makes her writhe with pleasure, what makes her whimper and moan out of control until she’s shaking underneath me.

I like teasing her, waiting for her to beg me for it. But she doesn’t; she just takes whatever I’m willing to give her. Her breathing is erratic, and her eyes are still closed. I don’t want her eyes closed. I want to look into those baby blues as she reaches pleasure.

“Oh god,” she whimpers again. “Why… what’s happening?”

I lift my head, seeing her eyebrows drawn as if she were in pain. “What do you mean?” I grab her chin in my hand, making her head drop to look at me, but her eyes are still closed.

“I don’t… I feel… what is this?” She gasps, shaking her head.

“You mean turned on?” I ask her because, by the way she’s acting, it’s like she’s never been horny before.

She nods ecstatically. “Yes. I think…” She squeezes her legs together, making me curse silently. I can only imagine how wet she is. “I’m turned on,” she says as if she’s just discovered that.

I grip her thigh, lifting the fabric of her dress as I slide my hand up. “Fuck.” I groan, leaving a hard, hot peck on her lips.

“Touch me,” she breathes out. She places her hand on top of mine on her thigh and lifts it higher. She spreads her legs slightly to make room for me, and I take that as my invitation.

I cup her pussy over her panties, feeling the material drenched. The soft cotton material can’t handle how turned on this girl is right now, and I relish the feeling that I made her like this.

She bucks her hips against my hand, and I focus on her face. She’s flushed with arousal, and her eyes are still closed like she wants to heighten the feeling. I let my fingers drift up to find her clit over her panties. I press my finger against it, hearing her breathing stop.

I don’t rub it or pull the fabric aside. Maybe I just like teasing her, or maybe I’m a secret masochist who likes withholding my own pleasure because all I want to do right now is feel how wet she is under her underwear and make her hum from desire, but I remain still.

“Tell me what you want, Rosie,” I husk out. “What do you do when you touch yourself?” I ask, smoothing my finger up and down the wet cotton. I need to know how to bring her there. Since she hasn’t been kissed, I can pretty much guess that she hasn’t been touched either.

Her eyes snap open, and she clears her throat. “I… I haven’t…”

I look up, seeing her face flushed and her eyes brimmed with confusion. My hand stills. Is she saying…? “You’ve never touched yourself?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head. “No,” she says, looking down where my hand disappears under her dress. “Girls don’t do that.”

I laugh. Maybe it’s the wrong time to, but that doesn’t stop me. “I hate to break it to you, but yeah, they do.”

Her eyes widen. “They do?”

“Most of them, yeah. Girls are just as horny as guys are, if not more.” And the thought of Rosalie never experiencing that kind of ecstasy before makes me want to give it to her even more.

“Oh,” she breathes out.

As much as I want to touch her, feel her, and see her reach pleasure, I think she needs to do that to herself first. She needs to find out what she likes, and as much as I’d love to give her her first orgasm, I think it needs to be hers.

Instead, I let my hand fall from her thigh and kiss her instead. I need her lips back on mine, and she doesn’t object. She opens her mouth for me this time, allowing me to stick my tongue in her mouth and suck on her tongue. I could get drunk off of her lips. She’s so sweet, I can’t get enough of it.

By some miracle, I’m able to pull away from her. She gasps as she inhales a much-needed breath, and her eyes are hazy and filled with lust. I smooth her hair behind her ear and out of her face.

I pull up the straps of her dress. A slight frown appears on her face as I do, and I restrain the urge to laugh. “How was that for your first kiss?” I ask her, smirking as I remember her squeezing her legs tight from the arousal brewing inside of her. I’m guessing it was a pretty good kiss.

“It was… amazing,” she breathes out. Her eyes shine as she grins. “Can we do it again?”

I snort out a laugh. “Fuck yeah,” I say before I pull her head close to me and meet her lips halfway for another soft kiss.

Even though I denied her before, even though I told her I would never go there, I couldn’t fathom the idea of her asking someone else. For someone else to kiss her and taste how sweet she is, and touch her, and hear her moans and whimpers of pleasure.

I’ve denied it for too long. I want her, and she wants me for some reason. She trusts me and wants me to touch and kiss her, so I’m doing it.

She doesn’t need this. I know that. I’ve told her that multiple times. A stupid list or losing your virginity isn’t going to make her experience anything but pleasure.

She doesn’t need to do any of the things on that list to be a normal teenager or have the ‘experiences’ she thinks she needs. She’s perfect just the way she is.

But I can’t go back now. She asked me to, begged me to. She wanted me as much as I wanted her at that moment. And nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, could have stopped me from indulging in her needs.

“Rosie.” I sigh, pulling away from her.

“Come on,” she begs, her eyes still filled with lust from our kiss. “Don’t back out now.”

Back out? I couldn’t do that if I wanted to. I’m so deep in this that I didn’t even think about anything other than tasting her lips.

“I won’t,” I assure her. “But…”

“Oh great. There’s a but coming. I can’t wait.” She rolls her eyes.

I brush my hand over my lips, trying to hide my snicker. “I need to know that we’re on the same page,” I tell her. “I want to help you, and I will, but you need to know where we stand.”

She frowns a little but then nods. “I know what this is.”

I don’t know if I believe her. The last thing I want is for her to get unrealistic expectations this arrangement. “If you start to get feelings or blur the lines, we cut it off,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t want to hurt you. So, if you don’t think you can do it—”

“I can do it,” she says.

I raise my eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes, Grayson. I can do it.” She sits up straight. “I get it. No feelings, just sex, you help me, and I help you,” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Christ, this girl is so fucking adorable.

I laugh. “Okay. Good.” I bring my finger to her lips. I can’t seem to stop touching her. “And we make our own list from now on. Whatever you want, you tell me, I want this to be about you discovering yourself and everything you think you missed out on, got it?”

She nods, and I let my eyes drift to her mouth. Her hand comes up, touching my arm, and I shut my eyes, running a hand through my hair.

“You can touch me.”

I choke out a laugh. She catches on quickly. “I know.”

“Then why don’t you?” she asks.

I smirk, seeing her staring at my lips. “Because angel, if I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

She shifts closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Fuck. I want to so much. I unwrap her arms from around me and back away from her. “You’re trouble,” I say, feeling the heat rising through my body. I want to touch her and kiss her, but I also don’t want to move too fast.

She shrugs, grinning, clearly pleased with herself. “Only around you.”

I laugh. “So, I’m a bad influence? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Something like that,” she says.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “You make me want to be… different.”

I shake my head. “You don’t need to be different around me. Just be yourself.”

She nods, and her eyes dip to my lips. I lick them instinctively, and she repeats my movement. She rolls her eyes. “You’re really not going to touch me?”

I smirk. “Not tonight.”

She smiles slightly, and the sight knocks me in the chest. I can’t take it anymore. I close the distance and kiss her, hard and branding, making sure she knows where we stand. For as long as she wants to keep doing this, she’s mine, and I’m going to have fun with her.