CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Sterling
I woke up with my arm wrapped around a warm body, blinking as I looked around the large room. It was a hotel room, and I inhaled the scent of citrus and sex as I smiled. I didn’t have to look to see who the woman beside me was. Rosie had a scent all her own, and I wanted to bottle it as I closed my eyes. I guessed from the darkness of the room that it was still very early and turned towards her to go back to sleep.
I woke up when the room was bright to a mouth wrapped around my cock. I groaned, slipping my hand into her hair as Rosie moved slowly over me. I could wake up every day to this for the rest of my life. I looked down to see her under the blankets, her dark hair draped over my body.
I needed to fuck her.
“Get on your knees,” I told her as she jerked and looked up at me. “I need to make you think about me this week as much as I will you.”
“I already will,” Rosie promised me, moving back, and turning her body around. I gripped her hips, feeling the loss of her mouth on me as I stared at her glistening pussy. I drove myself inside of her, holding her still as she cried out my name. “Sterling. Fuck me harder,” she begged as I moved deeper. The thrusts were rough, and I slammed into her every time I moved. I was going to fill her pussy with my release, longing for it to stay in there. I liked the idea of her carrying a part of me around today after we went back to the campus.
“Rosie,” I breathed as I jerked, exploding inside of her. She pushed back, screaming my name as she arched her back against me. I gripped her around her stomach and stilled as she dropped her head to my shoulder.
I knew that I was feeling more than friendship for her as I raised my hand to cup her breast. I’d never felt like this with a woman and never would again. I breathed in and out as I tried to calm myself down. I was shaky and damp with nerves, but I lied to myself. I told myself that it was from the hard sex.
We showered after making some coffee, dressing in our wrinkled clothes to go get some breakfast. I knew that I was stalling my trip home. I enjoyed spending time with Rosie and didn’t want it to end.
She tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear as I checked us out. It was probably evident what we did in there last night, but I didn’t care. I didn’t feel like any of the staff here would call my father about it. He was all for my sowing my oats as he called it. It was disturbing how much he encouraged me to enjoy life and women before I settled down.
I spent time with a lot of women. I thought back as I opened the car door for her, breathing in the scent of her shampoo as she slipped past me. I wanted her again and stared down as she buckled her belt. I closed the door once she was settled and walked slowly to my side of the car. Rosie was sitting quietly in her seat as she looked at her phone, frowning.
“What is it?” I asked as she scowled.
“Mom’s pushing me to leave soon. “I don’t know why. It’s just Thanksgiving, and that isn’t even until Thursday.” She shoved it into her purse and sighed. “It’s going to be all about graduation there. I’ll be asked what my plans are, when I’m moving back home, and a whole host of other questions. I can’t deal with it.”
“If you want to get away from everyone, send me a text. We can meet,” I offered as she gave me a dubious look. “I’m not tied to my house, Rosie. Neither are you.”
“I feel like I am.” I watched as her shoulders slumped and wanted her to smile again. I wanted her to come again, but I’d settle for breakfast.
“Let’s stall and go to that diner. You’re packed right?” I looked at her as she nodded.
“My bag is waiting on Vi’s bed.” Her roommate left on Saturday for Texas and was coming back on Sunday night.
“Okay then. We have time.” I started the engine and pulled out on the street as she shook her head. We got a table and ordered more coffee before scanning the menus. I ordered the biggest breakfast platter they offered, and she got a small plate of bacon and eggs. We chatted about school as we ate, avoiding any heavy topics on purpose. I wanted to talk about last night and what it meant to me. I let it go and sipped my coffee, looking around the room. It wasn’t crowded, but that wasn’t surprising given the day it was.