In the beginning, I was sure that I made a mistake sleeping with Rosie. I still wasn’t certain I’d made the right choice, but I was in too deep at this point. I pulled away from her and breathed in deeply. I crawled over Rosie, moving between her legs as she kissed me hard. I found her with my cock, sliding in as she wrapped her legs around me. I buried myself inside of her, stilling to enjoy the tight heat wrapped around me. She moved against me as I started to rock with her, needing to feel her come around me.
I knew that I was close as I jerked into her hard and fast. Rosie cried out as I shot deep inside of her, gripping my shoulders as she dropped her head back. I felt the orgasm all the way through my body, burying my head into her chest as I let it pulse through me. When I was finished, I breathed in deeply and caught the scent of the vanilla candles and our sex.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Rosalind
My body felt boneless as Sterling collapsed on top of me. The air was thick with the scent of sex and I couldn’t breathe for a moment. He managed to roll to his side as I breathed in deeply, overwhelmed by the sensations in my body. I’d never felt like this with anybody and a part of me hated that it had to be with Sterling. While he was one of my closest friends with years of history, he was the most inaccessible person for me. I couldn’t date him. I couldn’t talk about him with my family. It was risky kissing out in public with him since everyone knew Sterling in the small college town. Everyone knew his father and all about his wealth. The same could be said about me in certain circles.
This was a mess.
Sterling stood and walked over to the fridge, pulling out waters for us. I pushed away the clothes as I opened mine, taking a healthy drink of the cold liquid. He had the money to pay for this room as well as water or even room service. If his dad saw the credit card bill, there might be some questions, but he’d talk his way out of it. From what I knew. Sterling’s father was quite the playboy in his younger days. There was talk that he was to this day, but I never asked Sterling about that. It was a sore subject for him. I assumed that his parents were adults and that his mom knew everything that everyone else did. She was a nice woman when I was allowed over there but I didn’t pay attention to the state of their marriage. We were just kids.
We drank our water and relaxed on the bed as my mind raced with what just happened. It was just sex in a room other than his dorm or mine technically, but things were intensifying between us. I looked over at him and Sterling was sitting against the pillows as he stared at the wall. My heart plummeted as I wondered if he regretted tonight before I told myself it didn’t matter. We were both going home tomorrow and returning to our normal lives.
We walked out onto the balcony and looked over the city once we were wrapped in robes. It was beautiful, and I looked slowly over the brightly lit buildings as I wondered what would happen after graduation. I loved living here. I should look for my own place and see what I could do about a job. I wasn’t sure how my parents would feel about that. If they disapproved, it would be easy for them to pull the plug on my money. They had the control of it even though my grandparents started a trust fund for me when I was in middle school. I wouldn’t have my own access to it until I was thirty, which was ridiculous. I suppose that’s when they deemed me ready to have a family and settle down or some such shit.
“You here?” Sterling asked as I blinked and glanced over at him.
“Yeah. Sure. Just thinking about tomorrow,” I replied as he nodded solemnly.
“Let’s stay here tonight.” I looked curiously at him as he grinned sheepishly. “We already have the room and the dorms are emptying out. We can order some food in a while and watch TV. Enjoy the amenities.” I glanced back, still seeing a few candles burning behind us. He’d certainly put a lot of effort into this.
“That sounds great. The bed is so much bigger than either of ours.” I smiled as I looked at him, seeing something that looked like relief cross his face.
“That it is.” His voice was low as I felt his hand on the small of my back.