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

Grayson

Every sound makes my head snap toward the door. My eyes keep drifting, waiting for her to come out. Jesus, how much longer?

My hands are itching to pull out a cigarette, but I can’t do that because I quit smoking for this girl. And now here I am, waiting for her to come out of class so I can spend more time with her.

After we had sex the other day, I kept picturing her underneath me, panting, begging, smiling at me. I wanted it to be good for her, and when she told me it was perfect, it made my chest tense. I didn’t want the moment to end. I wanted to keep her there, tucked against my chest, and feel her breath on my skin.

I thought I heard her crying, and I didn’t know what to make of it. She cried when I took her driving that very first time, and she said it was because she was happy, so I assumed the same and didn’t bother asking her.

And right now, all I want is to see her come out of that door. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I take her to the last place she’d ever expect to go.

The door opens, and my head snaps in the direction of the students leaving class. My eyes are roaming for a blonde in a white dress. She probably won’t be wearing that, but I can’t help but think of the first time I ever saw her. The image has been engraved into my brain since the first time I laid my eyes on her. The first time I ever saw my angel.

And when she walks out with her head down, looking at her phone, it’s like I’m looking at her for the first time all over again. She’s not in a white dress though, but that cardigan and blue jeans looks every bit as good on her.

She looks up, and her eyes lock on mine. A large grin appears on her face, and I can’t help but smile back at her. There will never be a time when that smile doesn’t make me weak.

“Grayson,” she says, erasing the distance between us. I love how she says my name with that breathy gasp like she doesn’t know if she’s imagining me being here. “What are you doing here?” she asks.

“Ready for another adventure?” I ask her. I don’t count this as a lesson. I want her to have fun with me, and I want to see her cheeks turn pink when she realizes where I’m taking her.

“Now?”

I nod. “Yeah, you don’t have class, do you?”

“No, that was my last class today.”

“Then let’s go,” I say, holding out my hand for her to take it.

She wraps her fingers around mine, and I squeeze. Her hands fit so well in mine, her warmth contrasts my coldness, and I want to relish this moment, feeling her hand in mine.

We walk towards the parking lot, and I get inside my car, driving to the last place she’d expect.

I pull up to a parking lot and stop the car. She looks around, trying to figure out where we are. She looks at me for an explanation when she can’t.

I don’t give her an explanation but instead open the door for her to get out of the car. She follows me. I can’t help but grin. She doesn’t have a clue where she’s going, and yet, she has that smile on her face like she always does.

I feel a punch in my gut. She trusts me no matter what and doesn’t ask me any questions. There is no hesitation; she follows me wherever I go.

I take her hand in mine again and lead us to the store. She doesn’t seem to know where we’re going, which is surprising considering the name of the store is Vibrant Pleasures, but she’ll find out soon enough.

“Holy shit.” Or right now. She stops as we enter the store, planting her feet on the ground as her eyes widen while she scans the place. I don’t know if she even realizes she’s squeezing my hand.

I hold in a laugh, trying not to take away from her experience. She wanted to go to a sex shop, right? Well, angel, that’s what I’m here for.

“You good?” I ask her, trying to mask the amusement in my tone.

Her eyes slowly turn to look at me, and she swallows. “This is where we’re going?”

I nod, unable to take my eyes off her face, her skin pale and eyes wide. “You wanna go look around?” I ask her.

Her eyes seem to widen even more, if that’s possible. “You mean… buy something?”

I shrug. “You don’t have to, I just thought it would be fun to come here.” I’m not going to lie. The idea of her picking out a toy to use is making me hard as a rock. I didn’t bring her for that, but it was fun to see the look on her face when I took her here.

Rosie doesn’t know this, but I kept the list. I couldn’t get rid of it. I tried not to stare at it, to imagine what it would be like to experience these firsts with her, even if I’ve done them already. It’s different with her. So one by one, I’m helping her complete her list. I want her to have everything she wants.

I reach for her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “If you want to leave, we can.” I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, and I’m not sure if she hates being here or if it’s just shock.

She swallows again and then shakes her head. “No, we’re already here, right? Let’s look around.” Her head snaps to the right, looking at all the toys on the shelf.

She pulls my hand, and I follow, going wherever she wants to go. She brings us to the vibrator section, and I inwardly groan at the thought of her getting herself off with a new toy in front of me. The last time I watched her, I almost combusted, but I’d do it all over again.

She looks at the shelf for a while but then keeps moving, pulling on my hand to follow her, and follow her I do. I can’t pay attention to where she’s going. I’m too distracted by the hard-on in my jeans right now. I’m trying to exhibit some self-control before I pull down her tight jeans off her body and sheath myself into her.

I brought Rosie here, thinking it would be fun for me, but it’s torture. Absolute torture to endure. Watching her touching the sex toys, wrapping her fists around them, testing them out on her hand. Jesus, fuck. I’m so hard it’s painful.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I rasp, trying to breathe properly.

She gives me a glance, and a mischievous smile bloom on her face. Her eyes dip to my jeans, and her smile widens. She knows I’m turned on, but instead of saying yes and heading to my car, she sighs and turns her head back to the shelf.

This girl is playing a dangerous game. I groan when she picks up an anal plug with a heart on the end and runs her fingers over it slowly. She is torturing me, and she knows it. “This one’s cute,” she says. “Let’s get this.”

I freeze. “Rosie. You know that’s a butt plug, right?”

She looks at me for a second and then nods. “I know. You ready to go?”

I’m speechless. My mouth waters at the thought of her tight asshole wearing a plug whilst I fuck her, and I freeze. The only way I move is because Rosie tugs on my hand, heading towards the register.

Shit. Is she actually buying an anal plug?

I snap out of all the dirty images of Rosie and hand the woman at the register my card. If she’s actually serious about this, I might as well get some lube. I grab the bottle near the exit and add it to the counter.

She narrows her eyes at me, and I ignore it, taking the card back and grabbing the small plastic bag, rushing us to my car.

“Why are you rushing?” she asks as we enter the car.

I start the engine, pull out of the parking lot, and speed home. “Rosie, I’m literally five seconds away from pulling this car over and showing you what that toy will feel like.”

“Oh,” she whispers. I look to my side, seeing her cheeks blush as she looks straight ahead.

I can’t get home fast enough. I’m practically speeding when I finally pull over to my house. I don’t even care if Aiden is home right now. All I care about is taking Rosie to my bed.

I pull her into me as soon as we reach my bedroom. I crash my mouth onto hers, and she yelps into my mouth, no doubt shocked by how much I need her right now, but she needs me just as much. She melts into me and wraps her arms around my neck.

I trail kisses down her jaw, neck, and chest as I rip off her cardigan, throwing it on the floor. “You think that was funny?” I ask her, pulling her tank top up and off her body. “Playing with me back at the store?” I bite her jaw, and she gasps, reaching for my t-shirt. I fumble with the buttons on her jeans while she rips my clothes off.

We’re a mess of arms and clothes, frantically trying to get closer to each other. Fuck, I need her right now.

I step back when her clothes are off, and she’s standing in nothing but white lacy underwear. I haven’t seen this yet. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her in that lacy thong since the moment I pulled it out of her bag, which seems like it was a lifetime ago.

I was so stupid, telling her I wouldn’t get involved with her like this, and now look at me, dying to get her in the shower and on my cock.

“Angel.” I exhale a shaky breath because, right now, standing in front of me with her blonde hair spread across her back, in nothing but her lacy white underwear, she looks like my kind of angel.

I reach for her waist and pull her flush against me, kissing her so hard. I unclasp her bra and pull off her panties, and she mirrors me, pulling my boxers down and off as we stumble backwards into my shower.

The water isn’t even on. We’re just grabbing onto each other, my tongue inside her mouth as I grab her ass in my hands. When we pull apart, she’s breathless, and her eyes are hazy, and I love it.

I grin as I turn the water on, allowing the warm water to run along our skin. Her hair sticks to her back as she tilts her head back, her eyes close as she starts to wash her body. I stare at her. I can’t keep my eyes off her. Since the very first day I saw her, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off her.

I pour soap onto a rag and lather my body, and she opens her eyes, watching me as I run the soap all over my body while my other hand wraps around my dick, stroking it while I watch her soap up her body.

I lean forward, catching her nipple in my mouth, and she moans, tipping her head back. I get on my knees, my tongue dragging down her body until I reach the paradise between her legs. Her hands tangle in my hair while I kiss her pussy, soft and slow, not enough to make her lose control, but enough that she bucks her hips and whimpers, letting out those sounds that make my cock twitch.

I grab her hips and twist her body so her sweet ass is in my face, and she gasps when she feels my mouth on her cheeks. She plants her hands on the shower wall, the water cascading down her back. I knead her ass cheeks in my hand, spreading them apart, and dive in, licking that tight hole that’s driven me to insanity.

She lets out a mixture between a gasp and a moan as she tries to move away from me, but I grip her hips in place and kiss her asshole until she’s breathing heavily and plants her face to the shower wall, her knees buckle as she struggles to stand and I pull back, giving her ass a squeeze.

“I think you’re clean enough,” I tell her, lifting off of my knees and twisting her around so she faces me. “Ready to get dirty again?”

Her lips part, her breathing unsteady, and then she nods.

We get out of the shower, not bothering to dry off as I push her onto the bed so she’s laying on her back, her hair spread out on my bed, and I stare at her, wanting this image to stay in my mind forever.

I reach for the bag and take out the lube and plug and throw them on the bed beside her. “You sure about this?” I ask her.

She nods again and then turns so she’s on her hands and knees, sticking her ass out for me. Fuck, I’m not going to last if she keeps doing this to me.

I pop open the lube and cover the butt plug in it. She wanted to experience new things, and she came to me thinking I’d be able to show her everything, but this is new to me. I’ve never done this before with anyone, so as much as she’s experiencing something new, so am I.

I pour some lube onto my finger and bring it to her tight hole. She sucks in a breath when she feels the cool liquid and the pressure of my finger there, and I still, but then she lets out a breath and relaxes. I penetrate her with the tip of my finger, and she moans quietly. The sound makes me shiver. I push in deeper, and she moans louder this time.

Fuck. I squeeze my eyes closed, gripping my cock in my hand, squeezing my shaft until a twinge of pain hits. I need to have some control.

I pull out my finger and bring the toy to her ass, pressing the tip of it against her hole. This one’s bigger than my finger, so I go slower, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but she doesn’t. She arches her back, allowing the toy to push in deeper, and she falls to the bed. Her chest is planted against the mattress as she moans into the sheets, the sound muffled.

I push the toy in as deep as it can go until the pink heart shines as evidence of the toy shoved in there.

I smooth my hand down her back. “How do you feel?” I ask her, wanting to know if she’s uncomfortable.

“Full,” she says, the sound still muffled. She turns her head to look at me behind her shoulder. “Fuck me,” she says.

Christ. I pull out a condom and roll it on my length, bringing the head to her dripping entrance. She’s soaked, and I haven’t even touched her pussy yet. I run it up and down her slit, coating my dick in her arousal, and then press the tip into her entrance. She takes me so easily in this position. My dick slips right in with how wet she is. She tightens around me as soon as I start to push in and makes a couple of sexy noises.

“That’s it, angel,” I tell her, pushing in deeper until I bottom out, groaning at the feel of her gripping me inside of her. I swear she does that on purpose to drive me nuts. “You take my cock so well.”

She looks gorgeous like this, her ass filled with a butt plug, her pussy filled with my cock as her face is pressed down onto the bed. My very own angel. I’ve corrupted her, and I don’t regret it.

I fist her hair, pulling it so her head is thrown back, and at the same time, I pull out and thrust back in. She moans so sweetly, and I reward her with a hard thrust.

“Oh God,” She moans. “Do that again.”

I give her another hard thrust, and she cries my name. Fuck yes. “Is this what you wanted, angel?” I ask her. She nods, whimpering. The sound does crazy things to me. “Tell me. How does it feel?” I grunt, speeding up my thrusts.

She cries out, so enraptured in the pleasure that she doesn’t answer me, so I tug on her hair again. “How does it feel, Rosie?” I ask her again.

“So good.” She gasps. “Harder.”

I give her what she wants and thrust harder. She seems to like it. She might be a little sore afterwards, but right now, she wants hard, so I give her hard. “Such a good fucking girl.” I rasp, giving her hair another sharp tug.

Her hair is trapped in my fist, her head is thrown back, and her back is arched. She looks like a fucking masterpiece right now. My eyes drift down to where we’re connected, and I love the sight of my cock disappearing inside of her. I spit, watching my spit travel down from the plug to her soaking pussy, and thrust faster, feeling her tighten around me.

My other hand drifts around, finding her clit and rubbing it. She’s so close already, and I need to get her there before I lose control. “Come for me, angel. I can feel your pussy gripping my cock inside of you.” She moans and bumps her hips back, fucking my cock as I thrust to meet her.

I speed up my movements, feeling the impending orgasm build inside me, and then she stills, falling onto the bed as her orgasm runs through her.

Jesus, I can’t take it anymore. I thrust once, twice, and then spill into the condom, feeling her tightening around me, prolonging the orgasm.

Fuck.

I pull out of her and stare down at that pretty ass filled, and I feel myself hardening again. I can’t get enough of her. I pull the toy out, slick with lube, and she whimpers as pleasure courses through her while still coming down from her orgasm.

She turns to face me. “Shit,” she says, out of breath. “That was so hot.”

I agree. I dispose of the condom and place the toy inside the sink. I’ll deal with it later. Right now, I need to lie next to her. I would never have figured I would like cuddling after sex. Most of the time, after my hook-ups, they would either leave, or I’d dip out while they were in the shower, but Rosie is different. I need to be near her. All of the goddamn time.

I join her on the bed, grinning down at her sex-tousled hair and flushed face. She’s so beautiful, it’s crazy.

“Did you like our adventure?”

She laughs, cradling her head against my chest. “If we have any more adventures like that, I might die.”

I snort. “Me too.”

This all started out as helping her become her own person, helping her figure out who she wants to be, but right now, all I can think of is how long this is going to last because it has to end eventually.

And I don’t want it to.