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  “You mean to move in with you?” That was sudden, even for me. “But…”

  “I know, it’s insane. But it can be temporary, just until the school puts you somewhere else if you want. But I can’t have you going back there with that psycho bitch. Do you know she gave me your number?” He looked guilty and I stared at him.

  “What?” I didn’t understand.

  “That’s how I knew your number, to text you. She came up to me at a party that first night and gave me your number. Said you both wanted to have a good time.”

  “That fucking bitch! And you fucking slut!” I laughed at the last part. “I should be pissed about that, but I can’t be. It brought me you.”

  It had been a game for so long that eventually, I forgot to ask him how he’d even got my number. Now I knew. Fucking bitch Rachel gave it to him. On the first night!

  Which meant she’d been playing with me this whole time!

  “Fuck. Fine, I’ll take your room.” I didn’t want to, but what other choice did I have? “But only until I can be placed somewhere else. This is too new for living together type stuff.”

  The look he gave me said “sure” but I had a feeling he didn’t exactly mind the idea of us living together. I’d figure it all out later, I decided as we headed back to the dorm. I dug out the stuff I needed right away, and we put it in all the bags I had. The rest I’d have to go back for, but for now, my life in the dorm was over.

  I went down to let them know I was leaving the dorm room and why, and I was sent to someone that was in charge of placements. The girl there was horrified and promised to get on it right away but said it might take some time. Most of the dorm placements were gone right now.

  For the moment, it didn’t bother me. I had Keith to rely on, and that made everything so much easier to handle. Our hands were full of bags as we went out to the taxi he’d called, or I suspect we’d have held hands as we left the campus. I just hoped he wouldn’t regret the whole thing.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Celia

  “Celia, what do you mean you’ve moved in with a boy?” My mom was horrified on the other end.

  “It’s not like that, Mom. Calm down.” Well, not exactly like that I thought to myself as I glanced over at Keith. He was cooking a vegetarian dinner for us, and she’d called as I waited. “I had an incident with my roommate.”

  “What happened, honey? Are you alright?” I could feel her concern over the miles that separated us.

  “I’m fine. She just…” I sighed and looked up at Keith. He smiled a smile that told me to be brave. “She cut all my hair off while I was asleep.”

  “But that’s assault. Or battery. One of those. Isn’t it?” Mom sounded near to hysterical, so I knew I had to calm her down.

  “It’s being taken care of, Mom. Calm down.”

  “But baby, things like that aren’t supposed to happen. And who is this boy?”

  I heard my Nan in the background, cackling. She would love this.

  “A boy I started seeing, Mom. I’ll send you a picture later, yes.” I said with exasperation. “Look, he’s making us dinner. I’ll send you an email later with the address here, and a GPS location, okay? And yes, pictures too.” I laughed at her last prompt for pictures and told her goodbye.

  “She alright?” Keith asked as he sautéed onions to make a gravy with.

  “I think so. She’s so nervous about me being so far away.”

  “As she should be. The world can be dangerous, for all of us.” He swished the onions in the pan with a flick of his wrist and went back to letting them cook. I walked over to him and put my arm around his waist.

  “Have I said thank you today?” I asked him and looked up with a happy face.

  “A million times. You’re welcome.” He kissed my nose and smiled. “Are you sure you don’t mind my hair?”

  “I think it’s sweet that you wanted to cut yours in solidarity with me, but it wasn’t necessary.” I bounced up to kiss his cheek and stepped away. “I needed that nap I had while you were out, though.”

  “I thought you might. That must have been terrifying to wake up to and find out that she did that while you were sleeping.”

  “It was. But you’ve saved me from any more of her games.” I went to the small table in the kitchen and set two plates down, along with the silverware and two wine glasses. He’d taken a bottle of red wine out of the cellar and opened it to breathe. Whatever that meant.

  We had two glasses each over the rather delicious meal he made and were both giggling by the time we’d cleared the dishes and went into the living room. I glanced at the couch and felt my cheeks flame. The spot where he’d taken my virginity. I’d love that couch for the rest of my life.

  When we first got to the house earlier, he’d shown me to my room, on the second floor. I had my own bathroom up there, and there were a few other rooms that he said were empty. He’d explained about the house then, how his parents had died and left it to him. It broke my heart to think of him here alone, but I knew he hadn’t been alone at all in the last week.

  We’d been together every moment I wasn’t at work or in class. We’d even studied together when we weren’t naked together.

  “If you don’t mind, I’m going to shower. I need to get today off of me,” I whispered as he led me into the room.”

  “That’s fine. I need to do a little classwork anyway. Take your time.” He kissed me softly and I left him to go upstairs. I didn’t even know which room was his, but he’d said it was downstairs. I showered quickly, combed my hair, and went back downstairs. I checked the clock and saw that I’d taken less than twenty minutes. With a happy bounce to my step, I went back down the stairs.

  I found Keith in the living room, a textbook in hand.

  “You’re naked,” he noted with a smile.

  “I am,” I replied simply. I wanted to seduce him, in my own way. Even if that was a simple way. “That could be dangerous.” His eyes were on mine, and I felt my heart race in my chest.

  “How so, Keith? I can put clothes on if you’d like.” It was a dare. A play my game with me dare I made with my offer to dress.

  “Well, I’m trying to study, but all I can think about is being between your thighs, Celia.” The admission came out with a slight smile as if he’d just dared me. Had he, I wondered?

  The man was intelligent, I doubted he needed to study at all. Had he just dared me to distract him from his studies?

  “Is this too much for you, Keith? Do you want me to go back to my dorm?” I couldn’t keep the anxiety out of my voice. I didn’t want to leave but he was used to being alone. I’d meant it jokingly, but as the moment hung, I wondered.

  He looked me up and down, from head to toe, his eyes growing darker with desire as he looked at me. “No, Celia, I don’t want to leave. Don’t you get it, yet?” He pulled me down to the couch, on top of him as his lips captured mine for one single hot kiss before he broke away. “I haven’t had enough of you, not nearly enough.”

  His lips crashed down onto mine as I leaned into him, my legs tight around his hips.

  “Come with me,” I said as I retreated suddenly and pulling at his hand.

  I wanted to let my senses go. To do nothing other than feel, but I wanted to do it in my bed, not on the couch again. I loved the couch but I really liked fucking in beds too. A bed he’d given me. I wouldn’t forget that.

  Keith picked me up as I came up to the stairs and I screeched a little with surprise. He held me to his chest as he walked up the stairs without even breaking a sweat or breathing hard. He pushed open the door to my room and carried me to the bed.

  “This is your choice, Celia. We don’t have to do this, and I don’t want you to feel that you’re under any obligation here. Although, I suppose it’s hard not to, isn’t it?” He laughed at himself a little and then leaned down over me. “Are you sure?”

  Anticipation knotted my stomach, and I knew what he meant. He wanted to be sure I was fucking him out of
want and not out of obligation. I finally swallowed and held my hand up to him, placing my hand on his covered chest.

  “I don’t want anything else, right now, Keith. Please, just fuck me.”

  He moaned as he fell onto me gently, our mouths locked together as hunger flared into a desire that burned between us.

  I couldn’t believe it, but I actually growled as I pushed him over onto his back, my dominant side coming out with this new role in my life. I was someone’s live-in girlfriend.

  “Let me undress you,” I said as I pushed at his hands and tugged his sweater away before I crawled down his body.

  I let my nipples drag along his skin as I moved along and moaned at the contact.

  My right hand danced a slow tease, from his mouth, over a nipple, and down the plane of his flat hard stomach, following the trail my mouth took.

  I could hear the sounds he made as he grew restless with his own anticipation. I thought I knew him well enough now to know that he was eager to throw me on my back and do exactly what I’d just done to him.

  I smiled when I pushed down his jeans and found he wore no underwear. I let my lips smooth down the length of his wide cock. He was watching me with eager eyes and he didn’t even blink when my fingers wrapped around his length.

  I felt his cock throb in my hand, the deep thrum of his blood as it sang in his veins as his excitement grew.

  “Are you going to suck it or stare at it all night, Celia?” he finally asked, his voice alive with a new dare.

  “Hmm.” I looked down at his cock and wondered how I should respond. “I think I’ll suck you dry for that, young man.” And then I commenced doing just that.

  Chapter Twenty

  Grant

  At last, I was the one in Celia’s arms. She was as thrilling as I knew she would be, as soft as I’d suspected she would feel, and intoxicating with her scent surrounding me.

  I stared down at her, my cock in her hands, and just felt her with me. She was ready for me and for a long night of nothing but each other. Of course, she thought I was Keith but that didn’t stop me as I traced the outline of her mouth, eager to suck me dry.

  “I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.” The words came from somewhere deep inside of me, a place I didn’t often examine anymore. “I almost think you’re a dream.”

  I lost myself in her face as she stroked my hard length in her hand, her fingers silky soft, with an impressive skill for a novice.

  Her reply to my words as a hot lick around the head of my shaft, before she sucked me into her sweet mouth.

  “I need you,” I whispered to her before I let my head fall back to the pillow.

  She’d met me at the door, naked and ready for me, sexier than anything I’d ever seen before.

  Now, my cock was in her mouth and I was in heaven.

  “Ready?” she asked me, her mouth hovered just over my cock.

  “More than ready, Celia. Please. Suck me.” I let my head fall to the pillow as I surrendered to her will.

  I surrendered it all to her.

  I hissed in a breath when I felt her tongue, flick again at the rim of my cock, teasing me all over again before she swallowed me between those plush lips once more.

  I’d waited for this, wanted this, for days now. Here she was, ready and willing to make me come only for her.

  Her first suck was hard, almost too hard, before her lips relaxed and she kissed the head of my cock, softly, just enough to let me know she was there. I didn’t expect expertise; she’d been a virgin until Keith. But she was eager, intuitive, and ready to learn what made me groan.

  I wondered if she was wet; if this turned her on. If making me so fucking hard it hurt, made her insides squeeze in anticipation.

  Her tongue flicked over me as her cheeks sucked me deeper into her throat. She got to a point and stopped; her eyes wide as she looked up at me. I could see her try to relax, but she hadn’t caught the knack yet, so I moved in her mouth, pressed my hips a little more into the back of her throat with a devilish grin. I could feel my cock sink a little further, but it didn’t go far.

  “Let me, Celia,” I whispered and moved my hands to hold her head still.

  With a groan of satisfaction, I began to move, to show her how to suck me off.

  I felt her moan and the vibrations of her noise were just as erotic as the flick of her tongue along my skin. She moved her hand to grasp at the base of my cock and I groaned again as her slim fingers wound around me.

  “Fuck, Celia, help me. Baby, please, help me.” I needed more than just her mouth. Blowjobs were great, but what I really wanted was her on her hands and knees as I plowed into her, or on her back, so I could watch her face as I fucked into her, repeatedly. “I need more, Celia. So much more.”

  I pulled at her hand, guided her up until she was over me. Oh yes, she could ride my cock any time she wanted I thought as I looked up at her. Her entire body was made for me, for us, I thought as a pictured formed in my mind. Her just like this as Keith held her from behind, her breasts in his hands, while Colin fucked her sweet mouth. She would blow like a rocket with all that attention when that happened if it happened.

  She was so fucking beautiful, with captivating eyes that stared down at me with a mixture of lust and adoration. I watched her face as she sank down onto my cock, I wanted to see how it looked when I slid into her, but when I felt her pussy open for me and take me into her sweet, wet heat, I closed my eyes.

  She was... perfection. Tight, so tight, almost too tight for me, but so wet I knew I’d glide into and out of that pussy of hers with ease.

  My moan of relief soon turned to a groan of pleasure as she started to grind on me, her fingers clenched just over my shoulders. Her gorgeous breasts dangled above my face, teased me until I took one in my mouth and the other one in my hand. I teased at her nipples with fingers and mouth, as she moved faster on me, her pants and moans encouragement to grip tighter, to suck harder.

  Soon, she began to move with purely selfish greed and I knew she didn’t care if I wanted it slow or fast, hard or soft, she just wanted to get off and drove herself to that point while she was impaled on my cock. I wanted to hold back, to let her have her moment before I let myself go, but the way she felt as she rode me, so slick, so fucking good, I couldn’t help it.

  I felt the heat of our skin as sweat made our bodies slide together, heard the sounds she made, felt her on me, so fucking good, so very fucking good, and fuck…

  She sat up, pushed her hands against the wall as she reached for her orgasm, and I almost chuckled when I heard the way she pounded on the wood. Her hips matched that pounding sound exactly and I let go of her nipples to hold onto her hips, to drive up into her wanting to hit that exact spot that she needed me to hit.

  “Look at me,” I demanded and she did.

  She was covered in sweat, her cheeks red, and her newly shorn hair a mess but I’d never seen a woman so beautiful before.

  It was finally my turn to fuck her and it was so damn good.

  One of her fists came down from the wall, over my face, and when she saw what she’d done, she slid her middle finger between my lips. She watched, fascinated, as I sucked on the digit. I felt her response around my cock. Her walls clenched around me tightly and I heard her moan.

  Celia gasped and I felt the beginning of her climax as her tight grip soon became a powerful flutter. I felt myself explode inside of her and our eyes caught for a second that spanned decades. Ultimate pleasure flashed and then I saw her eyes close as her back arched.

  We moved together but I wasn’t aware of it as I exploded all over again, deep inside of her heat.

  I lost myself completely in her, in what she made me feel, in how she felt. The world went dark and everything disappeared for a moment. When it came back, I felt her still sitting on me cuddled into my chest as she caught her breath. With a happy sigh, she rolled from me and I turned to cradle her in my arms.

  “It was worth the wait,” I murmured when
I thought she was asleep. She surprised me though.

  “It hasn’t been that long, silly,” she responded but then turned her head away from me and sighed into sleep.

  I relaxed again lying on my back, happy for the moment. Later, I’d wake her up and we’d do this all over again, only next time, I’d be the one to do the tasting.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Celia

  Another week passed as I went to class, work, and then straight home to Keith every day. It was a totally new way of life for me, but I couldn’t help but love it. Even if he had cut his hair. That kind of broke my heart because he’d done it for me. It also made me smile because he’d done it for me.

  I didn’t see Rachel, thankfully, but I did see Becky. She was a little miffed at me for leaving her at the bar on her own that night. I’d been so caught up in the moment and then the sex, that I’d ignored her even in class since I spent most of the time on my phone with Keith. I valued her friendship, so I made the effort to apologize with a hug and a quick lunch between classes and all seemed to be going well.

  I’d even started to feel optimistic again, after the drama with Rachel. I hadn’t heard anything more from the school about it, but I knew there was some kind of investigation going on. I got evil looks from the sorority sisters she hung out with and I could hear their whispers when I walked by them. I didn’t let it bother me because I had Keith at the end of every single day.

  I wouldn’t say it was love. I didn’t know what romantic love was, but I felt… complete for a change. To me, he was everything a man should be, even if he sometimes made my head spin. Sometimes he was deep and brooding, sitting quietly lost in his thoughts. At other times, he’d have his nose deep in a book, and I’d have to distract him with my body. And sometimes, I could barely get into the house before he had me pinned against a wall, his lips on me as he devoured me from head to toe.

  It was romantic, sweet, and like every fantasy I’d ever had about a boyfriend had come true. He’d made that happen for me, and I loved every minute of it. Even if it confused me sometimes. I left the library after work and headed home. His home.