Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(28)

“Yes.”

Tyler moves slowly in and out of me. He’s kissing me gently, touching my face, my hair, whispering into my ear that I feel amazing. That I’m beautiful. That he couldn’t believe how beautiful I was when he first saw me in his kitchen… And somehow, the sound of his voice begins coaxing me into forgetting there’s a very large dick moving inside me.

“You okay?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels…okay,” I answer honestly. “But not bad.”

“I’ll slow down a bit.”

“No, no, I’m getting used to it. Are you really big?”

“You’ll appreciate it later.”

I take a deep breath. “Just do whatever’s normal at times like this. Not too crazy, but normal.”

Tyler begins gyrating on top of me with a tad more enthusiasm, and I’m shocked to feel my pelvis instinctively begin moving and gyrating in synchronicity with his.

“That’s good,” he whispers. “Nice.”

After a moment, Tyler makes a sound that tells me he’s really enjoying what he’s feeling, and the sound of his obvious pleasure flips a switch inside me. I grab his ass tightly and revel in the feeling of his muscles tensing and releasing on top of me.

“Holy fuck,” he chokes out. He thrusts deeply into me—so deep he makes my eyes pop out. And then I feel a rippling sensation inside of me. And then stillness. He sighs. “Lord have mercy on my soul.”

For a long moment, we’re both quiet, except for the sound of our mutual ragged breathing.

I feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

Smell his scent.

Hear the perfect song he selected for this moment, playing on a loop.

I sigh. “And, just like that, you’re a lifelong memory, Tyler Caldwell.”

He kisses my cheek. “Don’t judge sex by that—and certainly don’t judge sex with me by that. That was just, you know, step one. It’s gonna get better and better, I promise.”

“So how soon will you be ready to do it again? Five minutes? Tomorrow? How does this work?”

He chuckles. “I’ll be ready to go again in about an hour. And probably once more after that. Either way, my eager little beaver, I promise you’re not leaving this house tonight until I’ve fucked you good and right.”





Chapter Fifteen





Tyler pulls his motorcycle to a stop in front of my dorm building in the predawn darkness. I reluctantly unwrap my arms from around his leather jacket, slide off the back of his bike, and take off the helmet he gave me to wear. Tyler’s UCLA sweatshirt is mammoth on me. I hug it to me, reveling in the softness of the fleece against my flesh and the deliciousness of Tyler’s scent wafting up from the fabric.

I feel drugged. High on life. High on Tyler. On his skin. His smile. His tongue. His laugh. I feel intoxicated by our night together, especially that incredible third time we had sex tonight. “Now I know what all the fuss is about,” I said to Tyler after that third time, and he laughed.

Tyler pulls off his helmet and kills the motor on his bike. “So I’ll see you tonight around eight?” he says.

“I’ll be there with bells on,” I say. “And hard nipples.”

He laughs again. God, I love his laugh. “You had fun tonight?” he asks.

“Best night ever.”

“Just imagine if I would have fucked you at the party the way I fucked you that third time.”

“I just didn’t know what I didn’t know.”

Tyler bites his lip. “Well, now you know, little freshman.”

“I sure do.” I hold up three fingers. “Three times.”

“I knew you’d be a little vixen once you got comfortable. But I had no idea you’d get that comfortable that fast. That third time, you went full-throttle sex kitten on me. Damn.”

I giggle. “I can’t wait to do it again. I feel addicted.”

We linger for a bit, cooing at each other, giggling, whispering, neither of us wanting this magical night to end. Finally, I pull myself from his soft lips and intoxicating scent and glide on air through the front entrance of my dorm building. Once inside, I forego the elevator in favor of the stairs, just because I’m so happy to be alive. What a night!

I reach the door to my room and open it slowly, not wanting to wake Clarissa. But when I step inside the darkened room, I’m shocked to see what appears to be two intertwined bodies gyrating on Clarissa’s bed.

“Gah!” I blurt, spinning around and bonking my forehead smack into the door. “Ouch! Sorry! Gah.”

“It’s fine, Zooey,” Clarissa says softly behind me. “It’s just Dimitri. We’re fully clothed.”

I turn around. My eyes have adjusted now, and I can plainly see Dimitri and Clarissa lying, clothed, on top of her small bed.

“Hi, Dimitri.”

“Hi,” Dimitri replies sheepishly. “Sorry I’m here. I meant to be gone before you got back. We were watching a movie and I fell asleep.”

“And then you woke up,” Clarissa says suggestively.

“And then I woke up,” Dimitri agrees, his tone equally suggestive. He kisses Clarissa on her cheek and pops up from the bed. “I’ll text you later.”