Would You Rather: A College Romance (Campus Games Book 3)

You are my life

As soon as I open the front door to my apartment, my lips find hers again. Madeline moans into my mouth, and I swallow it down, relishing how needy she is for me. Pushing the door closed, I turn us around and grab her ass in my hands before I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, not daring to move her lips from mine.

This girl does something to me. I don’t even know what it is. I don’t even care as long as I can keep her. Keep this. Us. No one has even gotten close to what we have. Other girls have tried to make it clear they were interested in me, but I never gave them the time of day. I always told myself having a girlfriend wasn’t worth it and that my family came first.

But this girl right here? She’s part of my family now, and she’s my top priority in everything.

“Jesus, Mads.” I grab the back of her neck, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. “You’re like a drug.” And I’m addicted, completely caught up on her and only her. That damn perfume that drives me crazy, her plump lips that I love, especially when they’re painted red, her long nails that she uses to scratch all over my back. Her long, gorgeous legs wrapped around my body.

She moans into my mouth, and the noise travels straight to my cock. I lift my hips, grinding my hard erection against her heat. Her head lulls back, pulling away from my mouth, and I trail open-mouth kisses along her jaw and her neck. Fuck. Her scent makes me dizzy, and I flatten my tongue against the sensitive skin of her neck, licking her up. She’s just so damn sweet. It’s maddening.

I spin us around and kick the door open. Heading into my room, I drop her down on the bed, earning a gasp from her as she opens her eyes. I groan at the sight of her on my bed, looking up at me. I swear she has me wanting to get on my knees and worship her for hours, days, forever if she’ll have me.

“Você é perfeita,” I murmur, lifting her dress up her thighs. You’re perfect. One day. I’ve been away from her for one fucking day, and I almost went out of my mind. I don’t give a fuck if it’s unhealthy for me to be this obsessed with her. Just let me be fucking addicted. I’ll take whatever pain if it means I get to be with her.

She shivers, licking her lips. “I missed you.”

I raise an eyebrow, smoothing my hand over the soft skin of her luscious thighs. I want her to suffocate me with these thighs while my tongue is deep in her pussy. “It was your fault you kept away,” I tell her, my chest cramping when I see her frown.

I was fucking miserable, calling, texting, running around looking for her, until I realized that she just didn’t want to see me.

I was losing my goddamn mind yesterday thinking she was done with me, that she figured out the risk of being with me wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t let her go, though, no matter what I had to do. If she wanted me to quit modeling, I’d do it. If she wanted me to announce publicly that I love her, I’d do it. Whatever it was that she wanted, I would do it because the thought of not having Madeline in my life was pure fucking agony.

I was fucking foolish to think we could just go our own separate ways after the contract was done. Madeline is so deeply ingrained in my soul that if she left, I’d die.

“Maybe I should punish you,” I muse, lifting her dress even higher. “Maybe I should leave you on this bed, wet and aching, desperate to come, and leave you unsatisfied.”

“No,” she whispers, her breaths coming out shaky when I press my thumb to her sweet, swollen clit. The material of her black satin panties is completely fucking drenched, and a groan escapes me when I let my finger trace the outline of her pussy.

“No?” I repeat, teasing her so fucking slowly that she starts to tremble. “You think you deserve to feel good after you shut me out?” I swallow harshly, pulling the material of her panties to the side, groaning when I see her drenched for me.

“It was less than a day,” she whimpers, grinding her hips.

“And it was too fucking long.” I drop her panties back in place, running my hand over her thighs instead.

She groans, frustrated, and bucks her hips. “Please, Lucas.”

I grin, gripping her thighs in my hand and spreading her open for me. “I told you before you’d never have to beg,” I remind her. “But fuck, if it doesn’t sound so pretty.”

A hushed moan comes from her, and before I know it, her hand reaches out, and she pulls her panties to the side again, rubbing slow circles over her clit.

Holy fucking shit.

I watch, entranced, as she moans, pleasuring her sweet little pussy. “Does that feel good, baby?”

She nods, whimpering. “So good.”

I hum, my cock twitching in my pants. “You’re so impatient. You couldn’t wait for me?”

She shakes her head. “You weren’t giving me what I want.”

I chuckle, watching her needy and so fucking beautiful touching herself on my bed. “And what is it you want?” I ask her. A moan escapes her when she shows me exactly what she wants by sliding a long digit inside her tight pussy. I let out a groan when she pulls her finger out, coated in her sweet juices, only to push it back in a second later. “You wish it were me touching you, don’t you?” My hand tightens on her thighs, wanting to be the one to pleasure her, even though she looks like a dream fucking her finger.

She lets out a whimper, but instead of agreeing with me, she shakes her head. “I told you before, I don’t need a man to make me feel good.”

My eyes narrow, and I zone in on her fingers working over her pussy. I’m about to prove her so fucking wrong. I slap her hand away and lean down, flicking my tongue over her clit. She moans so loud that I have no doubt the neighbors heard her. Let them fucking hear. Let everyone know I’m the only one who makes her feel like this.

“You don’t need me?” I ask her, licking up her sweet pussy. “Because it looks like the opposite.”

She thrashes her head from side to side, bumping her hips to meet my mouth. Sweet moans escape her lips with every lash of my tongue. “Lucas. Fuck.”

“Say it,” I tell her, burying my tongue inside her. “Tell me I’m the only one that makes you feel this good.”

“Lucas,” she whines. “Make me come.”

I pull back, tutting. My hands grab her thighs, spreading her even wider for me, staring down at her. Fuck, this is agony. “That’s not what I asked.” She groans, burying her head in her hands when I deny her pleasure. “Tell me what I want to hear,” I repeat, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, less than an inch away from where she wants me. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” I plead. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she breathes out when I kiss the edge of her pussy. “You make me feel so good.” She shakes her head, her eyes squeezed closed. “I need you.”

Fuck. Yes.

I dive in, wrapping my mouth around her clit, tugging until her moans get louder and louder, and I know she’s right there. “That’s my good girl,” I grunt when she drops her head back and moans, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. I slowly lick her up before pressing my lips against her thighs. I look up at her, grinning at the sight in front of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, princesa.”

Hovering above her, I take her lips in mine, kissing her hard, letting her taste how sweet she is. She opens up, dropping her legs to make room for me. I settle between her legs, running my cock over her dripping wet pussy. “Fuck.” I groan at the feel of my cock rubbing against her wetness. Her moans, the feel of her, the sight of her. Jesus, it’s too much. I’m so fucking close, and I’m not even inside of her yet.

“Stop playing around,” she says, breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

I let out a chuckle at her impatience and line up at her entrance, slowly pushing inside. We both moan the second I slide inside, and she grips my arm, her long nails scratching at my skin. Fuck. Her need for me is maddening. I push deeper inside until I bottom out, thrusting to the hilt. Her breathless whimpers do nothing to stop the mind-bending pleasure curling up my spine.

“Fuck Mads,” I breathe out, sliding in and out of her. “I missed you. So fucking much.” Having her arms around me, her lips on mine, and her body stretching to take me inside of her is the best feeling in the world. Hands down.

“Harder,” she gasps, sliding her hands down to grip my ass, pushing me into her.

Shit. I need to get her there, I need to feel her come around me, feel her drench me, squeeze around me, but fuck, I’m way too close. I drop to my elbows, leaning down to capture her lips with mine as I thrust into her. Her lips part as she moans, and I capture it, swallowing every sound she makes.

I moan into her ear, picking up pace. “God, you feel so fucking good,” I groan into her neck, burying my head into her neck. One of her hands lifts, gripping my arm as the other clutches onto my ass. “Tão gostosa,” I murmur, against her lips. “Você foi feita para mim.” So hot. You were made for me.

She lets out a whimper, and even though she doesn’t understand what I told her, she moans all the same, wrapped up in pleasure. I feel her pussy squeezing around me the closer she gets. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, writhing her hips against my cock the faster I thrust. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Even if a fire breaks out right now, I’m not stopping until I feel her come around my cock. “A perfect. Fucking. Fit.” I thrust with every word until she tips her head back and moans, her pussy fluttering as she comes around me, flooding my cock with her orgasm.

“Fuck yes,” I groan, going faster, feeling my balls tighten. She squeezes herself around me, and I let out a moan, shaking my head, trying to bring out all the stops to stop myself from coming. But when she does it again, I lose it, pulling back to grip her chin in my hand. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

“Do it,” she whispers, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “I want you to paint me with your cum.”

I groan, thrusting in faster until I can’t take it anymore, and pull out of her warm heat, my dick throbbing, begging for release. I straddle her waist, stroking my cock while I stare into those gorgeous eyes of hers, interest peaking in them. And when her tongue drifts out, running over her lips, I fucking blow, letting out a deep groan when cum drips out of my cock, covering my hand and her chest, sputtering all over her body. “Fuuuuck,” I groan, gripping my cock even tighter, slowing my strokes as I release over her.

I let out a breath, grunting when I drop beside her on the bed. I instantly wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, settling her head against my chest. We’re sweaty from the mind-blowing sex, and she’s all sticky from my cum, but you couldn’t pay me to leave this bed.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur, pressing my lips against her bare shoulder. “Why did it take me so long to see you were everything I ever wanted?”

She releases a breath, her arms tightening around my waist. “We got there in the end,” she says. “And I wouldn’t want to change it.”

I shake my head, a smile playing on my lips. “Me either.”

My phone rings somewhere in my room, and I groan, squeezing my eyes closed. “I should have put my phone on silent.”

“It could be Ana,” she says, making me grunt.

It probably is. Shaking my head, I pull her into me and bury my lips in her neck. “I don’t care,” I murmur. “I just want to stay here with you for a little longer.” I press my lips against her jaw. “Maybe a week.” Another kiss to her cheek this time. “A year.” I pull the covers over us and settle on top of her. “Forever if I could.” My lips brush against hers, and I lose myself in her, not caring about what happens as long as I have her.

Her breathless moans get me so fucking hard, even after she fucked the soul out of my body. “We might need food.”

“Delivery,” I mumble against her lips, grinning when the ringing stops.

She lets out a laugh, pushing against my shoulder. “As much as I’d love that, we’ll have to deal with this at some point.”

I drop onto the bed beside her with a sigh. She’s right. I know she’s right. I just don’t want to. “I hate when you’re logical.”

She chuckles, turning on her side to face me. Her expression sobers, and I watch her slim throat move as she swallows. “What’s going to happen?” she asks, her brows furrowing.

I shake my head, reaching out for her. “I don’t know,” I tell her honestly. “But whatever happens, I’ll protect you. I’ll take care of this.” My fingers trail across her arm, feeling her body break out into shivers. “I uh… I told Ana about us.”

“You did?” she asks, her eyes widening.

I nod. “And I told her that I broke the NDA.”

She lifts herself up so fast I get whiplash. “What?” she yells. “Why the hell would you do that.”

I lift onto my elbows, clutching her face in my hands. “Because she asked if we told anyone,” I tell her with a shrug. “And I wasn’t going to let you pay for my mistakes. I told her I did.”

Her eyes are swimming with panic. “Lucas, that’s a lot of money.”

Trust me, I know. “I’d do anything for you, Madeline. You know that.”

“But…” she shakes her head. “That’s excessive.”

I sigh, dropping my forehead onto hers. “I take care of my family,” I tell her, pulling back to look into her chocolate-brown eyes. “I take care of what’s mine. So don’t argue with me about this, and don’t you dare worry about it because money means nothing to me, Madeline.” I lick my lips. “You do.”

Her eyes soften as they brim with tears. “Lucas.”

“I love you, Mads.” I smile, staring at my favorite person in the world. “I love you so much, and I will fix this for you. Ok? I’ll make a public statement, letting everyone know that we weren’t a lie. I’ll personally go to Monica and beg her to reconsider because you’re so fucking talented, and you shouldn’t lose everything because you decided to help me.”

I promised her this would be good for her too, and look what the fuck happened. “I’ll make sure you get what you want,” I assure her. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” she says with a smile. “You make me happy.”

“Good.” I grin, brushing her curls behind her ear. “That’s good because starting next semester, I’ll be very close to you.” Her brows furrow, and my heart beats a million miles a minute. “I got into Redfield,” I clarify.

Her eyes widen and I let out a laugh at her eagerness. “What?” she asks, grinning from ear to ear. “You applied?”

I nod. “Weeks ago,” I tell her. “I got the acceptance letter yesterday, and I was so fucking excited to tell you, but then everything else happened and…” I let out a sigh, thinking back to how excited I was to tell her.

“Oh my god, Lucas, that’s amazing.” Her arms wrap around my neck as she straddles me, looking down at me with a huge grin painted on her gorgeous face.

I smile, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “It’s because of you. If you hadn’t pushed me…” I shake my head, knowing if I had never met her, none of this would happen. I was a fucking mess, miserable and losing myself in a job I had no passion for, and in a few months, I met the most amazing woman who flipped my whole world upside down or right side up, I should say.

“It was all you,” she says, leaning down to press her lips to mine. “You’re so talented, Lucas. You have so much to offer, and I can’t wait to be a part of your life.”

I’m going to build her a fucking house. I will get on my knees and build every room myself to show her how deeply in love with her I am. I smile against her lips, my dick perking up when her bare pussy rubs against it. She lets out a little moan, and I grip her hips, slowly moving her over me before I slide home. “You’re it, baby. You are my life.”