Scored (V-Card Diaries 1)

“An hour?” I suggest, my cock already thickening in response to her words. “Then we hustle back to my place as fast as the traffic will allow and stay in bed until I leave for my meeting tomorrow afternoon?”

“I can miss my class tomorrow morning, and I no longer have art therapy with stinky hockey boys in the afternoon so…yes. I think that sounds doable.”

“You’re doable,” I say, reaching down to squeeze her ass.

She laughs. “And you’re shameless.”

“Only with you, baby,” I promise. “Only with you.”

Two and a half hours later, we finally close my apartment door behind us and come together.

Her hands are busy with my clothes and my hands are even busier with hers, and by the time we reach my bedroom, we’re both naked, nothing between us but heat and emotion and the deep knowing that clicks into place every time she’s in my arms.

This is my person, my one, my girl, and I’m so grateful to have found her. Even if I have to spend the next two years zipping back and forth across the country while she finishes her master’s, I won’t regret it for a second.

She’s worth the long-distance hassle. She’s worth just about anything, a fact she proves as we tumble onto the bed and she says, “On top. I want to be on top this time. I feel like I need to show this cock who’s boss.”

Grinning I roll over on my back, drawing her on top of me. “Please do. I like Evie boss energy.”

“Yeah?” she asks, her grin fading as I cup her breasts in my hands and pinch her tight nipples between my fingers. “Oh wow… That’s… Why is that so good?”

“Because you’re mine and I’m yours and everything feels good.” I lift my hips, bringing my cock into an even more intimate connection with her sweet, slick pussy. “Fuck, baby. I love how wet you get for me, love knowing I’m going to be inside you.”

“Without a condom,” she murmurs as she reaches between us, gripping my erection in her hand. “I’m on the pill and I want you bare. I want to feel you without anything in between us.”

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I say, hurrying on when she looks like she’s about to change her mind. “But I’m disease-free and I want to with you, too. Just don’t be mad if I can’t last as long.”

Her mouth lilts up on one side. “Well, I do enjoy getting mad about things like that, but I’ll try to control my primal rage.”

The answering joke on the tip of my tongue vanishes as she fits my aching cock to her entrance and drops her hips, not stopping until she’s taken every inch of me, until I’m buried in the paradise of her body, and everything is finally right with the world again.

“Fuck, baby,” I breathe as she begins to rock slowly on top of me. “You feel so good, so perfect. I love you so much, Evie.”

“And I love you,” she says, gasping as I pull her forward, guiding her nipples to my mouth. “Can you do both… Oh my God, you can do both at the same time. Oh my God, Ian, oh that feels so good. I love being the boss of your cock.”

I hum my agreement against her soft skin as I suckle her deeper, loving the turned-on sounds dropping from her lips and the way her pussy grips my dick so much that I almost regret the moment she tumbles over the edge, her slick heat gripping me so tight that I have no choice but to spin out right along with her.

Almost regret…

But then I remind myself that we aren’t on borrowed time, and that I’ll get to make her come for me—on top, from behind, and everything in between—for the foreseeable future and snuggle her closer with a happy sigh.

“Am I crazy?” she finally asks, lifting her flushed face from my chest. “Or am I super good at sex for a virgin?”

I grin. “Well, you’re not a virgin anymore, but yeah, I’d say you’re pretty fucking great. A sex prodigy even.” Her smug little grin makes me laugh so hard my cock ends up slipping out of her and then I’m sad, but only for a few minutes.

Soon, I’m hard again and reminding her how good it can feel to let my cock be the boss. We roll around like teenagers until nearly dawn, only stopping to sleep when the first pink light teases at my curtains.

Five hours later, I’m up and in the shower, crossing all my fingers that this meeting with Fred goes my way.

Spoiler alert—it doesn’t. New Jersey isn’t interested in a trade, but the Badgers have upped their offer, ensuring I’ll have plenty of extra cash to spring for plane tickets every chance I get.