Campus Player

Like everything else with Rowan, this, too, feels different.

A good kind of different.

An addictive kind of different.

The best kind of different.

25

Rowan

Holy fuck.

My mind spins out of control. I’m barely able to focus on one thought.

That felt amazing.

No...better than amazing.

fan-fucking-tastic.

I’ve had girls blow me before, but it was never anything more than a release. This experience couldn’t be more different. It was somehow deeper, more meaningful, and that has everything to do with the girl I’m sharing this moment with. The one I’ve spent years pining for. The one I never thought I’d actually have.

Fuck...would you listen to me?

I don’t care if I sound like a lovesick pussy. As my mind clears, my gaze stays pinned to her. Looking away isn’t an option. It never was.

Fuck, but she’s beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. All that messy dark hair falling over her shoulders and cascading down her back. It’s spread across my thigh as she stares up at me. Her mouth is so damn close to my cock that every soft inhalation stirs my arousal.

As our eyes lock and hold, all I can think about is returning the favor. I want to press my face against her heat and taste every gorgeous inch. I want to learn every dip and curve of her body. My new mission in life is to discover what gives her pleasure and drives her over the edge. What will make her scream and see stars? Does she like having her lips stroked? Her clit sucked? Her pussy spread wide?

I have no idea, but I’m going to damn well find out.

I want to wreck this girl for all other guys like she’s ruined me.

“Fuck, baby,” I gasp when I’m finally able to get a handle on myself.

She grins, her chin resting against my thigh as her tongue darts out to swipe over my softened cock like it’s a lollipop. If she keeps that up, I’ll be stiffening again in no time. This girl turns me on like no other.

Before she can get any more ideas in that pretty little head of hers, I slide my hands beneath her arms and drag her up my body until she’s draped over me. My lips slant across hers before plunging inside. The fact that she tastes like me is such a turn-on. I sink into the caress, licking at the inside of her mouth. I could spend days exploring her, our tongues twisted together, teeth scraping. But the need to discover other parts pounds through me like that of a steady drumbeat. I need to taste her. With one smooth movement, I flip us over until she’s flat on her back. Then I drag her arms above her head and pin her wrists near the headboard. The delicate pulse in her throat flutters like the wings of a hummingbird as she watches me with wide eyes.

Oh, baby, you have no idea what kind of hungry beast you’ve unleashed inside me, but you’re about to find out.

I lower my face to hers before nipping at that plump lower lip. “And now I get to discover what you taste like.”

My fingers loosen from around her wrists before grabbing the hem of her tank top and dragging it up her torso. The material is pulled over her head and tossed to the floor. Excitement rushes through me as I move to the side and stare down at her. A topless Demi is a glorious sight to behold.

But a naked Demi?

Yeah...I’ve waited too damn long for this moment.

My fingers itch to rip the panties away so that she’s completely bared to my sight. I don’t want anything standing between us, not even a thin scrap of fabric. Instead of doing that, I will myself to slow my roll. As impatient as I am, I want to savor the moment. It’s one I’ve waited years for. I take a couple of seconds to beat back the raging beast inside me. Once firmly under control, I slip my index fingers beneath the slender elastic band before carefully drawing the material down her body. Anticipation bubbles up inside me.

My whole life has been built around control. There was a time when I didn’t have any. I was at the mercy of my father and his whims. It was complete chaos. I never knew from one day to the next if we would have the essentials. Money, food, a roof over our heads. None of it was assured. All that changed once he was locked up. Little by little, I took control back. It’s not something I’ll ever relinquish. One of the reasons I’ve worked out and gotten big is so that no one could ever waltz in and take advantage of my mom and me again. I wanted to go to college and play football for a Division I school, and I made sure it happened. The first time I saw Demi, I wanted her. It might have taken years, but I made that happen as well. I could have been getting laid since I was a sophomore in high school. Instead, I exercised that same control, knowing it was all about the long game.