Roughing

“Oh, and what’s that? Do you want me to call Doc?”

“No, it’s not that kind of problem, more like the one you can help me with.”

As if reading my mind, Bash reaches between my legs, his hands warm against my skin. His fingers travel up my inner thigh, igniting a fire that spreads throughout my body. This has been one of the best weekends of my life. Once we leave this room, I’m so afraid the charade will be over, and that Bash will forget about all the promises he made to me. So, I have to live in the moment, allow him to take what he wants right now. Because it’s also what I want.

I open wide enough to give him easier access, his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of my panties. He massages my clit with his calloused thumb, as he slides two fingers inside my slickness. Bash hasn’t stopped kissing me since the first kiss he planted on my neck, and with every kiss, he plunges further inside me, spreading me out when he adds another finger.

“Bash,” I moan a soft whisper on my lips that catches his attention.

“Is this what you want?” He growls into my ear, just as my breathing becomes more erratic, the orgasm building inside me.

I nod, too focused on how good this feels to speak.

“Good, then come for me,” he says, picking up the pace. “I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers as you come all over them.”

His words are so fucking hot and erotic that it doesn’t take much more to send me over the edge. My mind drifts to another place, detached from my body, as a mind-blowing orgasm sends chills down my spine, causing my toes to curl from the power it commands over me.

Bash brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks my juices from them. “Mmm…” He moans, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. “You taste good, babe. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I smile up at him, too focused on his gorgeous mouth and those nice, full lips that are begging to be kissed. Using my index finger, I beckon him to come closer, and he complies with my request. Bash leans over me, digging his fingers into my side, leaving marks. He grips me with such force and kisses me with so much passion that I almost forget that we have class until the second alarm sounds, blaring in my ear.

As much as I want to lie in bed all day with Bash, today is my first finance quiz, and I can’t be late. Even though Dr. Holland said he would talk to my professors, I have worked too hard to miss a test this important over a migraine. I can make it through the day, no matter how hard it might be.

Our lips separate long enough for me to say, “We have to get going, Bash. I cannot miss this class.”

“You should stay in bed and let me deal with your professors. All you need is a note from Doc, and you already have one.”

“True, but I can’t lay in bed all day and wonder if my professors will be okay with my absence. Not like you would remember since you weren’t around back then, but I had a lot of making up to do after I came back to Strick U, and some professors were not as forgiving as others. That left me with a lot of classes to retake and not enough time to do it. I was lucky that I was able to get that additional scholarship, so I could take the classes I needed during the summer breaks.”

“Okay, fine,” he says, giving in to me. “If you want to go, I can’t stop you, but just remember what Doc said about needing your rest. I’m worried about you. This will all pass, but until it does, you should make your health a priority over school.”

“I did that in the past, and it didn’t get me very far. But I appreciate your concern, Bash.”

“Then, I will make sure you get there without any complications,” he says.

With a bit of hesitation, Bash sits up, still holding me by the hip, not wanting to let go. Neither do I. I don’t want to face everyone on campus, who I’m sure by now know that Bash stayed with me. It’s not as if everyone didn’t see the football hit me in the face or Bash land on top of me.

Our history is something everyone at this school knows. They also know that I am the “crazy girl.” Or at least that’s what they called me after our last break up. I hope I will make it through the day without being attacked by some of the rich bitches who had it out for me last time.

The one thing that runs this school other than football is money. And I have none. People like Bash walk on water. They are the elite and therefore invincible in the school’s eyes. If your parents can afford to pay for a new library or donate money to the football team, then you are one of them. You are welcome into their inner circle.

But when your dad works in a factory, has just enough money to feed himself, and can barely function most days, you will never be one of them. And that’s why I was not admitted into the inner circles on this campus. The crazy thing is that it doesn’t matter how you make your money. You can come from old money like Harper’s family or new money with celebrity status like Bash’s family. Around here, money is money, no matter how new or old.

“What’s wrong, Queenie?” He asks, bringing my hand up to his mouth to plant a kiss on my skin.

His touch sends a tremor up my arm that rushes through me, making it so much harder to peel myself from the mattress to go to school. “I don’t want this to end,” I confess, all of a sudden feeling stupid about my comment.

Still holding my hand in his, the corners of his mouth turn up into a sweet smile. “Never gonna happen. Not unless you change your mind.”

I shake my head. “Nope, I’m not changing my mind. Now that I know the truth we don’t have the barrier we once had between us. Things are different this time.”

He looks away from me for a second, as if he’s hiding something, before locking onto me. His bright green eyes hold me in his clutches, forcing me to maintain his intense gaze.

“I don’t care what I have to do this time, Tori. You are my girl. What we have is real. And I am not going anywhere.”

“The girls and the parties, all of that has to stop if you want this to work between us. I am not going to compete for your attention.”

“It’s just football until the end of the season. No more girls. No more parties. You are the only girl I want. You’re the only girl I ever wanted.”