The possessiveness of her grip is ultimately my undoing and as her hips surge against me one more time, I know I’m about to lose my battle. I feel myself pulse inside of her, once, twice, three times. I lose count of it as I flood her with my cum, holding her tight against me. I think it’s over and I move inside of her one last time but that’s when she follows me over the edge and her inner walls begin fluttering around me, squeezing me so tight that a new wave of pleasure crashes over me and I come again.
I help Kaya inside the sleeping bags taking her into my arms and relishing the feeling of her nestled against me.
I place soft, warm kisses on her forehead, eyelids and lips and marvel at how different I feel than any other time I’ve ever had sex before.
Even with my ex-girlfriend, the one I thought I was in love with, cuddling was never high on my priorities once the main act was over. Even if the girl was staying the night, even if she was someone I didn’t want to get rid of as soon as it was polite to do so, I needed my space.
I needed some distance and I’d get it in whichever way I could. Going to the bathroom, getting her a glass of water if she was at my place or simply getting dressed and sneaking out if I’d gone to hers.
The walk of shame was actually a welcome time to clear my head and was always accompanied by the relief that I’d gotten what I wanted and I’d gotten away.
That couldn’t be farther from what I want right now.
I want her, it’s that simple. It’s not just a physical thing and if I didn’t see my feelings mirrored in her gaze, this would be a hell of a lot scarier.
I squeeze her tighter, feeling myself beginning to harden again but that’s not even that important. I mean, fuck, of course there’ll be a round two, maybe a round three if we don’t fall asleep but there’s something that can’t wait right now.
“Kaya ...”
“Hmm?” she murmurs nuzzling my neck and tickling my chest with her long hair.
“I love you.”
Kaya
THE STADIUM EXPLODES in loud cheers when Chase scores a touchdown after running too fast for the other team to even try to intercept him.
I jump up and cheer like the rest of Bridgeport U, I’m so proud of him.
He’s mine. I think feeling my heart fill with love, like every time I look at one of my boys.
They’re all on the field right now, winning the first game of the season for our school.
I’ve never been hugely into football but of course I really want to support them and I promised to come to every game.
“They’re good, aren’t they?” Valeria’s voice startles me and I jump, placing a hand to my chest.
I’m not doing anything wrong by cheering for Chase, I have to remember that. No one knows that he’s more than my stepbrother and regardless, Bryce is playing too and, after all, by supporting the team I’m just showing school spirit.
“Yeah, they’re awesome. I didn’t think I’d enjoy the games but it’s a huge rush of adrenaline, all this energy, the crowds. I didn’t know you liked football.”
The Zeta president hooks her arm into mine and lowers her voice conspiratorially. “I don’t, really. But Reid invited me to come. Apparently the whole team is going to Murphy’s Law for wings and drinks after the game. So I decided that an evening with Reid was worth getting bored at the game. But now that I know you’re coming too, next time we can sit together, right?”
Right.
I try to keep my expression schooled into a smile. So last week at the bonfire it wasn’t a one off. Reid likes Valeria.
Fuck, I really hate her now.
A pang of guilt squeezes my heart, I’m being really unfair. It’s not Valeria’s fault if Reid wants to go out with her. And Reid doesn’t really owe me anything. He has been nothing but distant since after the summer we met, so maybe Chase is wrong when he says that his twin cares about me too. Maybe Reid was able to move on and if that’s the case, I have to respect it and not necessarily hate any girl he’ll date.
I should be happy for him, I really should be. Easier said than done.
The game is over, an obliterating victory for our team. Once people start trickling out, Valeria suggests that we remain seated. “It’ll be a little while before the guys are showered and there’s no need for us to mix with the common folk.”
I follow her gaze to the edge of the field where Erin is running after the guys, trying to intercept Hoyt on his way to the locker room.
Valeria’s eyes are fixed onto mine when she speaks. “She’s had a crush on Hoyt since last year. I’m trying to help her to get with him, Kaya. Last year I heard Hoyt saying that he wouldn’t even pity fuck Erin because she was too fat. That’s why I watch what she eats. I’m not the huge bitch you think I am, you know?”
I open my mouth but no sound comes out, so Valeria explains. “I tried the nice way first. Of course after I told her all that bullshit that we shouldn’t change for any guy. But in this world some people work better with positive reinforcement and some others need to be scared into doing what’s best for them. Erin is the latter. Since I started helping her, she’s lost twenty pounds.”
I consider her words and while it’s admirable that she’s helping a sister, her methods are questionable. And I wonder how Erin can still want Hoyt after he said something so despicable about her. I don’t know Hoyt very well but this confirms my first impression of him of the classic jock and frat guy, who’s just into booze and fucking.
“Hey ladies. Want a ride to the bar?” The voice belongs to Oliver who’s coming toward us from a different section of the bleachers.
“I didn’t think I’d see you here,”I comment once he reaches us. “You made it quite clear that you think football is for sissies.”
A smirk appears on his face. “I do. But most of my frat brothers are on the team, so as president I’m here to show my support. Come on, let’s go get a table.”
Valeria declines her stepbrother’s offer with a twitch of her lips. “No thank you. I’m riding with Reid.”
Oliver’s eyes darken for a second, as if seeing Valeria with Reid didn’t please him but he recovers quickly. “Then it’s me and you, Kaya.”
“I’m waiting for Bryce.”
Oliver looks at me for a second, his green eyes flashing with something hard to define, annoyance? Challenge? But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. “Fine, suit yourselves. I’ll save you a seat, Kaya.”
He walks away before I can tell him that I don’t need him to.
“Oliver likes you,” Valeria states and it sounds like some kind of warning.
“I don’t know about that. Aside from the fact that I have a boyfriend, he doesn’t strike me like a relationship kind of guy,” I comment and she laughs.
“Yeah, he’s not.”
“Well, I told him that I’m taken, so he’s wasting his time if he thinks I’ll hook up with him.”
Valeria laughs again but this time there’s no mirth in it, it’s more snarky. “Now you gave him a challenge and he can be a persistent bastard when he wants something.”
I don’t miss the strange intensity in her eyes but I tell her that it doesn’t really matter because things with Bryce are serious.