Home For The Holidays

So I have no reason for my own reaction other than maybe all the emotion involved. In the last few days, I’d started noticing a difference in myself whenever I’m around him. For one, I get wet as soon as I see him. I spend the whole time that we’re together in some kind of need, feeling on the edge, and our make-out sessions had barely been enough to take the edge off.

When I leave him at night and go back to the dorm, I always feel like something’s missing, and that feeling doesn’t leave until I see him again the next day. Just hearing his voice can make me weak, and now that I’ve had him inside me, I doubt I’ll be able to go one day without having him there over and over again. The ache is like a growing hunger that, once fed, only seems to want more.

If that’s not enough, he’s not acting at all the way I expected him to. I wasn’t kidding when I said I expected the Jared Macalister described in the news to be an A-one nerd. But if he’s that, they’re not making them like they used to. He for damn sure isn’t built like one, and I’ve seen the home gym he uses to keep that body of his in great shape. Before tonight I’d only seen his chest since he refused to let me explore while he did all the touching. Now I can’t get the image of his eight pack and those arms that look like they’d been honed from steel that feels so good around me out of my mind.

Oh boy, I think I might be in trouble here. Just thinking about his body made me twitchy, and I felt a trickle of something leak out between my thighs. A mad dash to the bathroom took care of that for now, but I’m thinking if half of what he left inside me oozes out, I’m going to need a diaper. There it goes again, that sweet ache that only he can ease. I closed my eyes and waited for the feeling to pass.

How could I have gone from not caring about sex in the least to having it on the brain to the exclusion of everything else? I don’t think I’ve ever been this consumed by anything as much as this. When I was riding him just now in the tub, all I kept thinking about is when can we do it again? For that reason, I’m not too put out about him ordering me to stay here. Next time I’ll be sure to make him ask nicely though, can’t have him thinking that he’s the boss or who knows what hell he’d wreak on my poor self.

I pulled his way too large tee shirt on over my head when I walked back into the bedroom and only then realized that the sheets had been changed. I know he says he has servants, but I have yet to see one around, and this is just too spooky. He came back into the room with a tray laden down with food to find me standing there in a daze.

“What is it? What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” He rushed to put the tray down on the bed and come to me, and I hid my smile. That reaction right there is perfect. That’s the way my dad acts if mom so much as sneezes, and I happen to know for a fact that as tough as dad tends to be, mom has him wrapped around her little finger.

“I don’t think I like that look on your face Samantha.” Oops, he stood in front of me, clasping my shoulders with a look of wariness on his face. I grinned, feeling happy and light and not at all worried that I’d given up my cherished virginity to one of the wealthiest men in the world, who may or may not stick around. “I’m starving; let’s eat.” I moved to jump playfully onto the bed, but the shock of pain had me doubling over as I cried out.

“SAMANTHA!” His reaction actually stopped the pain in its tracks, or at least it was strong enough to take my mind off the searing pain. I think that’s the moment I fell all the way in love with one Jared Macalister, alpha nerd extraordinaire, when he rushed to my side with a look of such terror on his face that it erased the very real pain between my thighs.

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JARED

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Fuck, I knew this was going to happen. I told her… no, I can’t blame her. I’m the one with experience; I should’ve stopped her, but I was too fucking greedy, and now she’s hurting. I sat on the bed next to her and pulled her gently onto my lap before reaching for the phone. I wanted to call my mother, but she’s in a whole other state and will be of no help, so I did the next best thing, I called my assistant and Jane of all trades.