02 ️️

Since day one, Adriana has made it her mission to be the first and only girl in my bed. She was actually the first to find out about my conditions—about not letting girls into my room—since she was the first to be rejected. She’s been rejected more times than I can count, her persistence unlike all the other girls who have pretty much given up on the challenge. And tonight won’t be any different.

Rounding the corner to my room, her lips sealed to mine, her hand dips into the back pocket of my jeans. She sneakily grabs my key, thinking I don’t notice, her lips the perfect distraction.

I let her walk me to my door, thinking she’s about to get away with tricking me into letting her go into my room to finally accomplish her goal of be tousled around in my own personal sheets.

Backing me up against the door, I let her fumble blindly with the key. I thread my fingers through the dark hair at the base of her head, fisting the silky smooth strands with just enough grip to pull a moan from the back of her throat, teasing her. When I hear her successfully slide the key into the slot I place my hand over hers, stopping her.

She whimpers in protest when I take the key from her grasp and separate our lips.

« Not so fast, baby, » I say.

She lets out a groan, pulling back with a look of annoyance on her pretty face. « Bronx ! Come on, we’re right here, » she whines, gesturing towards my door.

I shove the key back into my pocket before leaning back against the door and hooking my thumbs through the loops of my jeans. « You know the rules, » I remind her casually.

She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that accentuates her breasts, and juts out a hip to show off her curves. « Really, Bronx ? Can’t we just forget about your stupid rules ? »

« I wouldn’t roll your eyes at me if I were you, » I purr, pushing off the door and advancing towards her. She retreats until her back is pressed up against the opposite wall, my body trapping her there. « We can still have fun elsewhere. If you behave. »

She pouts, looking up at me with those mesmerizing green eyes. « But I want you now. » She seductively runs her finger along my jaw, down the vein of my neck, ending the trail of her wandering fingers with her palm flat on my lower abdomen.

I lean down, letting my lips rub against her cheek before fanning my breath over her ear. « Who says we have to go far ? »

Taking her by surprise, I hook my hands around the back of her thighs and hitch her up to wrap her legs around my torso. She gasps as I press her body harder into the wall, my hips grinding against hers.

« Are you going to be good ? » I grunt out into her ear.

She bites her lip hard, nodding.

« Good girl, » I praise her before claiming her mouth with my own.

She threads her fingers through my dark hair as I swallow her moans. My tongue slips past her parted lips to explore, licking deep into her mouth as she writhes in the pleasure of our bodies being pressed together.

Making sure I have her secured against me, I pull away from the wall and start walking backwards down the hall.

« Where are we going ? » she murmurs against my lips.

« You’ll see. »

Rounding the end of the hall, I grab the door handle of the men’s communal shower room and pull it open. We go tumbling inside the empty space, no one needing to be in the showers at three in the morning, and I lead us into a stall.

I push her up against the cool tile of the wall and she lets out a small hiss as her burning hot skin meets the hard surface, not appreciating the drastic temperature change. Reaching for the knob, I turn it to full blast and warm water comes pouring down on us.

« Bronx ! » she scolds, whining about how her dress and makeup are going to be ruined.

I mold my lips to hers, silencing her short cries of displeasure that soon turn to moans.

Skimming my hands up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, I push her short dress up to her waist, exposing her black lace panties. I place her on her feet and sink to my knees, pulling the thin scrap of fabric down her long tan legs to pool around her heel clad feet.

Before rising back up to my feet, I look up at her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she looks down at me, soaking wet, dress bunched up to her waist with nothing but desire in her eyes. As I stand, I pull my soaking wet T-shirt over my head, struggling as the fabric clings to my body. I let it drop to the floor with a plop before reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. I fish out a condom and unbutton my jeans, pushing the fabric down my legs along with my boxers.

Tearing open the foil packet with my teeth, I roll the latex on, gripping her thigh and hooking it around my hip before pushing into her. Sweet little moans surpass her lips before my name echoes off the tiled walls with a scream.

Groggy, I roll over to check my alarm clock and see that it’s just past ten in the morning. With a groan, I throw back the blankets and force myself to get my ass up.

It’s Wednesday during the first week of classes, and I’ve already skipped Monday and Tuesday. Football practice has been kicking my ass so I’ve been sleeping in, figuring the first day of classes are all syllabus days anyway, so what does it matter. Kids are floating around with schedule changes too, so it’s not like teachers will assign any real homework. But today I have lab for my anatomy class, and I don’t want to get stuck with some random as my partner. I at least want some control over who I’ll be paired with for the whole semester.

After a quick shower, I get dressed in a simple black T-shirt and some dark ripped jeans. I manage to slip a pen into my back pocket, deciding to skip out on carrying my backpack around, before heading out the door to the science building.

I find room 109, the anatomy lab, and walk in. The stench of formaldehyde immediately wafts through my nose, and I look around to see that most of the tables are already full, the class starting in ten minutes.

I glance around, weighing my limited options when a wave of long raven hair and piercing green eyes catch mine. Adrianna looks up and I see a hint of a smirk tug at her plump lips. Her table of four is already full, but she waves me over.

I just give her a simple nod in greeting, refusing to go over to her table. I know she wants me to be her partner, but I’m not willing to go down that road. I don’t want to blur anymore lines with her and give her any false hope.

I scan the room again, finding a table of three guys that all look like loners. They glare at me.

Alright, clearly I’m not welcome.

There’s a table of two girls sitting next to each other, eyeing me intently with hunger in their eyes.

Pass.

The only table left has a boy and girl sitting together, the both of them total nerds, but they’ll have to do. Maybe with them I’ll have a chance of passing this class, try to see if they’ll carry the load.

I walk over and take a seat across from them. The boy has short dark hair and he’s pale as fuck. He doesn’t even acknowledge me as I sit down, his rodent like face buried in his phone. The girl next to him looks to be of Indian decent with her dark curly hair and light brown skin. Her narrow face and high cheekbones are nearly covered by her large, thick rimmed glasses that seem to take up a majority of her face. She looks up at me from the thick textbook she’s reading and her dark brown eyes widen, recognizing who I am.

She gapes at me for a few moments, and I pull my phone out of my pocket, staring at it to try to make things less awkward. I’m starting to rethink my decision about sitting here.

I look over my shoulder at Adrianna’s table to see her and the other three girls in a heated discussion, managing to keep their voices low as they argue over who’s going to be exiled from the table to make room for me.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have her as a partner…

« Olivia ! » the girl across from me excitedly shouts, nearly giving me, and almost everyone else in the class, a heart attack.

I turn back around to look at the girl sitting across from me, and she’s smiling wide while looking at the door. Rodent boy looks up from his phone, surprise written all over his face as he sits up straighter.

I look to the doorway to find a tall, slender brunette standing there, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She gives a quick sheepish and apologetic smile to the class for her friend’s outburst while stepping through the threshold, keeping her head down as she briskly strides to our table, her long caramel hair flowing behind her.

My breath hitches in my throat. She’s… beautiful.

She’s not the conventional type. She’s not drop dead gorgeous, sexy as sin, or hot as hell. No. She’s the subtle kind of beauty, the kind that can easily be looked over if you’re not careful enough. She’s not the kind to turn heads on the streets, her demeanor far too shy and reserved to purposefully attract attention, but nonetheless, she manages to take my breath away.

Our eyes meet briefly as she gets closer, and she gives me a small, kind smile. It’s like a breath of fresh air. I’m used to girls smiling at me, but they usually have some sort of motive behind it. Her smile isn’t suggestive or seductive, and there’s no hunger in her eyes or awe signaling that she knows who I am. Her smile is genuine and friendly, and damn does it make me feel good.