Wrong (7 page)

I
awaken
and look at the bedside clock. It's just past eleven. The house is dark and I need to use the bathroom. The air is chilly when I slip out from under the covers, so I wrap a throw from the bed around me as I walk. I make use of the facilities and then wipe off the mascara that's flaked off during my nap and, finding some mouthwash, rinse my mouth before walking back to the bed.

I thought he'd be back by now. I consider lying down again, but I'm wide awake. Maybe I'll watch TV, or find a book in the study. I turn and jump a foot. "Jesus, Luke!"

He's sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room, wide awake, just watching me.

"I was watching you sleep." I love his voice. It's so smooth and deep and embodies control.

"You're a little creepy, you know that?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I come home to find your clothes in a pile on the floor and you asleep in my bed. What should I have done, Sophie?"

I walk towards him. "Joined me?" I suggest.

He smiles at that. "You're twenty-one."

"Yeah." I stop in front of him. "Three years past legal."

"You're a virgin."

"Yeah." That stings. Am I not experienced enough for him? "You want me to come back when I know what I'm doing?" Tears prick at my eyes. I am so sick of the rejection. I toss the throw at him and walk back to my clothes. "Take me home, Luke. I'm sure I can find someone on campus to spend the night with," I say, picking my sweater off the floor. "Believe it or not, plenty of guys on campus would be happy to fuck me without so much conversation about it."

When I stand up he's behind me, his hands on my shoulders. He slides my bra straps over my shoulders before unsnapping it.

"Shut up, Sophie. I don't want to hear another word out of your flippant mouth about you sleeping with some idiot boy on campus. You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Is that what you want?"

"Yeah." I tilt my head back onto his shoulder. "It is."

"I'm not going to call you in the morning." He's sliding my panties down my legs. "I'm not that guy."

"Okay," I agree.

Holy shit. This is happening. I am finally going to have sex. Luke is not rejecting me again. He’s not my gay boyfriend. He’s not my jerk boyfriend. He’s real and this is happening, right now.

He's bent behind me, pulling the panties free from my ankles before placing his hands on my hips and kissing the curve of my back where it meets my behind. His hands slide lower to cup my ass and his thumbs spread out, caressing me. "Perfect little ass." He's raining kisses over my behind as he speaks. "Do you have any idea how much I've enjoyed eyeing this ass when you turn around to fill my coffee every week?"

I assume his question is rhetorical and remain quiet until he smacks my behind hard with his open palm. "Answer me."

I feel a rush of wetness in my pussy from the slap. What the hell? Why does that make me wet? My ass is still stinging where he smacked me. "No, I didn't know you were thinking about my ass." It's a little hard getting the words out, I'm so distracted by everything. His mouth, his hands, the pressure building between my legs. "I didn't think you even remembered my name week to week. I assumed you were just reading my name tag."

His thumbs pinch into my butt cheeks and spread them as he licks up the crease of my ass. Oh my God.

He turns me so I'm facing him. "Sit." He's pressing on the top of my thighs till my butt hits the edge of the bed. "Cup your tits, Sophie." I do, immediately. They're warm in my own hands, full, my nipples hard. Luke spreads my thighs and moves between them. "Pinch your nipples, play with them." Our eyes lock as I obey.

"I seem to recall you mentioning a fascination with my fingers earlier," he says as he runs his index finger down my crease.

"Oh, God." I flop back onto the bed, mortified that he's bringing that up, and focus my eyes on the ceiling. But I don't let go of my breasts, continuing to caress them as he talks.

"Is it a fascination with my hands as a whole?" He slides both palms under my thighs and caresses them up and down before lifting my legs until my knees are bent and my feet are on the edge of the bed, parallel to my bottom, then he pushes outward so I'm splayed open in front of him. "Or is it a fascination with a specific finger?" He places the tip of a finger inside my entrance and rims the opening. "Or is it my thumb, Sophie?" His breath is hot against my skin as he speaks. "Do you imagine my thumb in your ass as I fuck you from behind?" His thumb is moving across my tightened bud. "Which is it, Sophie? Which of those things did you fantasize about?"

He slaps my pussy, splayed open in front of him, hard. I moan as I feel my own wetness leak out of me. "What did I tell you about answering me?" he demands. "What did you think about when you got yourself off?"

"I thought about all of it," I admit. "Except the thumb thing, that never occurred to me. But I'm open to it," I add.

"You filthy girl," he murmurs, before I feel his hands under my thighs again, holding me open as his tongue makes a long wet swipe over my pussy. My thighs tighten reflexively but he's got me pinned open and rims my asshole with his tongue too.

"Luke!"

He laughs and circles my clit with the tip of his finger, around and around. I can feel more wetness pooling as he moves the tip of his finger inside of me and repeats the rimming motion, stretching me with his fingertip. His tongue travels back to my clit and he circles around the bundle of nerves until I think I will go insane. "I like this pussy bare, Sophie," he says between circles. I'm whimpering and making all sorts of crazy sounds that would mortify me if I had any control right now. "So naughty." His mouth covers my entire mound and I about lose my mind. "If I was keeping you I'd keep this pussy naked and filled with my dick every day. Did you wonder if I could get you off using just my finger?" He's pinching my clit between his finger and thumb as he talks.

"I didn't wonder about that, I was really confident you could," I manage to respond, but I sound like I just sprinted up a flight of stairs.

He slides his finger inside of me and then out, sliding two back in. "Fuck." He sounds gruff. "You feel so good." He slides his fingers out, then in, then widens them, stretching me. "You're so fucking tight, I can't wait to slide my cock inside of you." He slides his fingers in again, then back out, this time adding his thumb to my clit. "So wet. I wanted to finger the fuck out of you on my exam table. Is that what you want to hear? That I was as affected as you were?"

"Yes."

"I had to fight an erection when you came on my finger during the exam. That was a definite first for me Sophie.”
“Sorry about that,” I manage to gasp out, my back arching on the bed.
“I'm going to fuck you hard, Sophie." He's stroking his fingers in and out. A second later he slams the two fingers back in and curves them as his thumb rubs my clit and I explode. Holy fuck. His fingers continue their magic through my orgasm as he kisses the inside of my thighs.

That was the most intense orgasm of my life. I thought I had orgasms before, when I got myself off, but those were a joke in comparison to what Luke just did to me. I'm still feeling aftershocks rippling through me in waves.

He stands, leaning over me and resting his weight on his hands on either side of me as his mouth fastens around a nipple. I arch my back off the bed. These sensations are too much. I want to push him away and grasp him closer all at the same time.

My heart starts to race with nerves before he slides a hand behind my neck and kisses me. This man can kiss. None of the timid half-assed kisses or frantic kisses I'm used to from college boys. He knows what he's doing and his confidence is addicting, reassuring. I wrap my arms around his neck and run my hands into his hair and I'm afraid I might melt, he feels so good.

He scoots me back all the way onto the bed before standing and pulling his sweater off over his head. My eyes move over his chest as he unzips his pants and they drop to the floor. He's wearing dark briefs and his erection springs free as he drops them. He grabs himself, running his hand up and down the length of him. I squirm a little. He's big. Bigger than Scott and I only had him in my mouth.

Luke looks at me and laughs. I've crossed my legs while I watched him touch himself. He kneels on the bed, separating my legs and lying between them.

He pulls my hand to him and wraps it around his cock, stroking our joined hands up and down, indicating what he wants before he moves his hand to my breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers.

We go back to kissing and I rub my thumb over the tip of him. He's rock hard. My thumb runs across his pre-ejaculate and I rub it in circles with the pad of my thumb across the head. "Sophie," he's chanting between kisses. He palms both sides of my face and kisses me until I'm breathless before moving one hand to my clit and using the perfect amount of friction until I'm so wet and wanting I'm ready to beg him for more, but I don't need to because he's reaching over me into the nightstand for a condom. The package is opened and the condom rolled on with a practiced ease I don't want to consider.

My heart is racing so fast I’m sure he can hear it. This is what I want. This is what I fantasized about. But I’m slightly terrified all the same.

I tense as he lines himself between my legs and force myself to relax as the head of him nudges inside. I blow out the air I've been holding as he inches slightly inside of my body.

"Look at me." I realize I've had my eyes squeezed shut, which is silly. I’m having sex! Finally! I need to take in every moment of this so I can replay it in my mind forever. "Wrap your arms around my neck." I do and he nudges forward more. Fuck. It burns so bad. He's too big.

"You're too big."

He smirks at that. "I'd say that you're too tight, but there's no such thing to a man." He slides back and forth just inside of me. I know he's nowhere near all the way in. I slide my hands into his hair, feeling the thick strands under my fingers, reveling in being this close to him, able to examine the flecks in his brown eyes from the moonlight lighting the room.

He moves a hand to my clit and rubs it, causing me to relax my muscles, and then thrusts his hips forward all the way.

That feels… horrible, actually. I scrunch my eyes closed and turn my head away.

"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie." He's kissing my closed eyelids, turning my head back to him. "Open your eyes, doll."

I do, and realize I've got both palms against his chest, trying to physically push him off of me. He kisses me again and I stop pushing and put my arms back around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight."

"It's too tight." I exhale.

"How's this part?" he asks, kissing my neck. "Not quite what you thought?"

"You're just so much bigger than I fantasized."

His chest shakes and his lips move across my jaw. "And you're every man's fantasy with your dirty talk and you're not even trying."

I smile at this and pull his lips to mine and then test moving my hips a little. He follows my lead that I'm ready for more and withdraws before sinking back in. "Hmm, that's good." I sigh.

"You're so fucking sweet." He withdraws and thrusts. "It makes me want to do things to you, Sophie. Filthy things." He twists my nipple as he moves inside of me. "It makes me want to shove my cock down your throat"—he kisses me there—"until you gag on me."

I grab his jaw and kiss him, our tongues wrangling and thrusting in rhythm to his cock thrusting between my thighs. He's so deep his balls slap against my ass as he bangs into me.

"I want to come all over your tits"—he slaps one—"and then smear it all over your chest until it dries." He pulls my left leg up, hanging it over his elbow, changing the penetration. I gasp as he thrusts. It feels different this way. "I want to shove things in your ass." He groans and licks a line of sweat trickling between my breasts and I arch my back, allowing him better access. "I'd start with my thumb, Sophie." He withdraws and slams back in. It's so tight, the friction is making me insane. "But I wouldn't be satisfied until you were bent over and my dick was in your ass."

I come undone then. And this, the feeling of coming stretched around his cock, is like nothing I could have imagined.

I'm so tight after coming, it's a fine line between enjoyment and pain as Luke thrusts again. He exhales above me, his breath ragged with exertion as he comes himself. And
that
, hearing him come while inside of me, feeling his breath against the side of my face on each exhale, that is something I will never forget.

"
T
hat guy keeps staring
at you," Everly murmurs to me as she wipes down the counter at Grind Me.

"Does he?" I respond, not interested. Random guys hanging out in coffee shops do not concern me.

"He's probably a security detail hired by Dr. Miller to ensure your safety." Everly eyes him from behind the bakery case.

I pause and look at her. "You just said so many ridiculous things I'm not sure where to begin responding."

"Oh, take your time." Everly hops onto the back counter.

I laugh. "Okay, one, that man out there is not anyone's security detail." Everly shrugs so I continue. "Two, I’m not in any danger. And three, Luke isn't doing anything for me. We didn't leave things like that."

Everly examines the French manicure left over from her brother's wedding last weekend as she responds. "One"—she eyes the kid sitting alone by the window—"truth. Two, in romance novels the heroine is always in danger. Three, there's no way Luke is done with you."

"You do realize we are not in a romance novel, right? Besides which, when did you become a romantic?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at Everly. "Did you catch a bouquet of unicorns at the wedding?"

Everly sighs and crosses her arms across her chest. "No, I didn't catch anything at the wedding except Finn's house key."

"Professor Camden gave you his house key? I though you said he was going to require additional convincing before, and I quote, he accepted what was best for him?"

She waves a dismissive hand. "No, I made myself a copy."

"Everly, no." I am shaking my head at her in disbelief. "No, you did not. How? Does he know?"

"Sophie, it's like you don't even know me. I borrowed his car." She stops at the look on my face. "Fine, I stole his car and ran over to Home Depot and made copies while he was busy with his best man duties."

"No," I'm still shaking my head.

"Yes." She's nodding hers.

"Excuse me?" We both turn to see the guy Everly envisioned as my security detail at the counter. "Can I get a refill?" He holds up his empty mug. At Grind Me we offer free refills on coffee during the same visit.

"Sure." I refill the mug and hand it back. He stares at me for a second longer than I'm comfortable with, but it happens so fast I wonder if I imagined it.

"Back to Luke," Everly states when the guy turns away with his freshly filled mug. I look at her and shrug.

"He said he wouldn't call and I said okay."

"Then he fucked you silly."

"Then he fucked me silly," I agree. And I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face.

"You lucky bitch."

I try to hide another grin, but she's right. It was pretty incredible and far exceeded any expectations I had for my first time. I feel myself blush remembering the feel of him under my fingertips, the way his chest had felt under my head when I'd collapsed on him after and lain there listening to his heartbeat while he'd wound his fingers in my hair.

I like him. I've liked him for weeks, but he didn't promise me anything. I want more, obviously, but life has taught me to be cautious with my expectations. I'm not aggressive like Everly. That girl is a force of nature. I'd feel bad for Professor Camden if I didn't love Everly so much because the girl is a ruthless ninja hidden in a teeny-tiny five-four Playboy Bunny-worthy frame. Her shiny black hair is swinging in a pony tail halfway down her back. Her huge green eyes are always ablaze with a mixture of sincerity and mischief. Professor Camden doesn't stand a chance.

"Sophie, he's going to be back for more. Trust me."

I load a tray of cupcakes and slide them into the bakery case. "I don't know, Everly. He's really sophisticated and clearly lives a lifestyle a long ways from Cowbell Lane," I say, referencing my grandparents' home in Willow Grove.

"Bitch, please. The guy is pushing forty and you're a hot co-ed with a brand-new tight, shiny pussy. He'll be back."

My eyes widen. "Everly, Jesus!"

"Just saying." She holds her hands up in mock defense before breaking into a huge grin.

"You don't really think he's forty, do you?"

"He just turned thirty-six in August."

"How do you know that?"

"Google."

"You Googled him?"

"You didn't?" Everly looks aghast.

"Uh, no." Truthfully I thought about it, but I didn't want to get any more invested in him than I already am.

"Well, look what the pussy dragged in." Everly is smirking.

"Everly, that's not the saying. It's 'cat.' 'Look what the cat dragged in.'"

"Oh, I think I've got the saying right. He's here."

My stomach explodes in nerves as I glance towards the door. Luke is here. I wondered if he'd stick to his normal Tuesday routine and stop here for coffee. I've figured out this Grind Me location is between his Rittenhouse Square condo and the student clinic, but it's hardly the only route he could take or stop he could make.

My heart is beating so fast as I take him in. Is he going to speak to me or go back to just ordering coffee and leaving like he has the last several weeks?

He's in a navy suit today, crisp white shirt and a silvery blue tie. And then my heart stops beating so fast. There's a hand on his arm. I follow that hand to the redhead from Saturday night.