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Chapter 2

Evie

He takes me to his room. The college offices dealing with visitors put him in one of the dorms. I've never been to this building before, but it's one of the newer ones on campus.

The walls are white cinder block, lacking all decoration. It doesn't surprise me. The players won't stay here more than two days and these rooms are no more than a basic replacement for a hotel room. A large bag is open on the desk, and some clothes are strewn about the place, but not enough to call him messy.

It's all I get to see before he grabs me from the arm, turns me to him, and kisses me.

Fuck, he's a good kisser. My skin warms up fast, and my heart races with anticipation. His tongue explores my mouth and my mind quiets down.

Finally .

I've kissed a few guys before, and slept with my ex with the regularity of a semi-long distance, long-term relationship. Never was I kissed in a way that left me breathless .

It's probably the adventure factor. It's my first one night stand, and I'm all for it so far.

"You're sober?" he asks between kisses. "I can taste the alcohol." More kisses, this time down my neck. "It's hot, but I gotta ask…"

"Sober and of adult age." I run my hands down his torso, and back up to his thick, black, longish hair. "I have condoms in my jacket pocket."

I threw the thing on the floor when I came in, but he doesn't let go of me long enough to go back to it.

We're next to his traveling bag and he reaches inside, without looking. His mouth is still exploring my neck and dragging gasps out of me, but he straightens and gets a cocky gesture on his face. He shows me the strip of condoms he found.

"Never travel without them." He throws them behind me to the bed. "Just in case."

I pull up at his shirt. "Just in case someone propositions you at a bar?"

He takes over and throws the garment away. I explore the expanses of his body. His white skin has some melanin to it, from working outside so often or from DNA, I don't know yet. Something tells me it's a bit of both, and I'm going to like everything I see.

"I'm not picky about where I'm propositioned." He barely finishes the sentence when he takes my mouth again. "Are you very attached to this shirt?"

His hands land on my breasts. He gets a feeling for them, his thumbs trailing arches on me. My nipples harden with each pass he makes on them.

I moan. "No. Never wore it before."

My fingers latch to the band of his jeans and pull. I want him close. Closer. As close as can be.

"I'll tear it off you," he says. "Yeah?"

"Yes," I whisper.

He rips my shirt and it erases all remnants of thought from my mind. It's all disappeared into nothingness, now that he's thrown the rags to the floor .

This. It's exactly what I need. To not think, to not worry— about my school's latest warning letter regarding my scholarship, or my parents who just told me how much debt they are in.

He runs his hands over my torso, fondling my chest over my bra, and my breathing catches in my throat. This football player grabs at my flesh like he can't get enough, and now I don’t need to think about getting a third job to help pay for everything, or how much harder it will be to keep my grades up.

His teeth close gently on my earlobe. A thrill travels down my spine and I whine. I want more.

I pull at his jeans. We stand by the bed. It's tucked by the wall and it's probably too small for the two of us, but I don't care. I'll ride him on the floor if I have to.

I unhook my bra, he helps me out of it. He finds my secret tattoo, a sun etched on the triangle of skin where my breastbone ends.

His thumb traces it. "Pretty."

"Kiss me."

He obliges and pushes me to the bed at the same time. With hands on my shoulders, he makes me sit on the bed and kneels between my legs. His fingers return to my chest, his thumb on my tattoo and fingers on my nipples. My head falls back in pleasure when he licks my neck.

"Turn around." He bites gently on my ear.

He makes room for me. I fall to my knees and do as I’m told. My thighs press against the bed and his pelvis on my ass. He rubs himself on me, his hands traveling all over my soft belly, my breasts. He grabs handfuls of my flesh, his breathing hot on my ear.

"This good?" he asks.

"More." I place my hands over his, following his movements as he discovers the hills of my flesh.

"Your body is perfect." His hands drop to unbutton my jeans. "Do you know how well you fit in my hands? "

He probably says that to everyone but I don't care. He's saying it to me now and I'm living. My heart flutters. I feel myself getting slick.

"Show me." I pull my jeans down my hips. I leave them stuck mid-thigh. "Touch me."

He gets the message and pushes his fingers under my underwear. He parts me and explores what I'm sure is wet heat.

"You're so ready for me." Index and middle fingers play with my clit, getting acquainted with it. His voice comes out rough, right next to my ear. "I want to use my strength with you. Hold you in place, shift you around. Manhandle you a little— but nothing that would leave marks— unless you ask me to. Are you game?"

My heartbeat is loud in my ears. This guy acts and talks like he has tons of experience. Maybe he does. I wouldn't be surprised if he gets propositioned every weekend.

I bite my lips. I'd do the math if I weren't so taken by his proposition, and the way the notion makes me feel— like I'm being thoroughly enjoyed. Like the fire in my body is welcome and about to get stoked some more.

"Throw me around some," I say.

I've never been maneuvered like it, and the idea this random guy wants to do it is thrilling.

"Mark me with your hands," I add. "Where people can't see."

I didn't know I could say something like that to a stranger and now that I have… My inner muscles clench in anticipation.

He slaps the round of my hip. "Like that?"

I nod. "I'll stop you if you go too far."

"I'll stop if you don't like it."

He doesn't say anything else, but hooks his hands under my arms and lifts me, turns me, and throws me on the bed.

I gasp. I didn't know I could be jostled like that.

"Fuck," he says, like he enjoyed that, too. "Did you like that? "

I nod.

He lowers close to me, his hands next to my shoulders. "Say yes like you mean it, or I won't believe you, and I swear I'll stop."

"Yes. Yes! I liked it."

He drops a hard kiss on me. "Do you want me to do it again?"

"Yes— please."

He takes off my jeans, underwear included. He straightens to get rid of his clothes, and I find the foil strip on the bed.

"A little desperate, are we?" he says, but grabs one of them from me.

I don't bother denying it. Especially when I see him naked, standing in all his glory.

Sculpted muscles that speak of a strong body. Bold ridges crowning his hips. Long lines and bulk in all the right places. He was carved out of my dreams.

"Hurry." I stand on my knees on the bed and reach for his mouth. He bends down to kiss me while putting on the rubber.

He touches my body again, before grabbing me by the hips and turning me away. I almost lose my balance and fall to the gray comforter, but he keeps me up with firm hands. The bed is instantly a mess.

Shivers run down my skin, born from the way he touches me. How he handles me.

"Fuck," I mutter.

"Hands on the wall," he growls.

I obey without hesitation. He bites my shoulder. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs and he jiggles it. The tremors of it run up and down my flesh. It's like he savors how my body responds to his commands.

My insides respond to him too. Tingles cascade through me, and pressure builds low in my belly. The sensations go supernova, when his hands come off me, only to get his tongue on my pussy.

"Holy shit." I imagine him kneeling again, my sex in front of his face. He nibbles on me, kissing me and licking me into oblivion .

The drumming of my heart. This eagerness, the need to be filled. An empty mind, and my body melting like warm wax. I could dissolve into the mattress, disappear into the ether. I would love it there.

It's exactly what I wanted out of this. More than that, because I'm discovering parts of me I never knew.

He uses his fingers on me, then sucks on the back of my thigh. I'm sure it will leave a mark, and it only intensifies the raspy sounds coming from my throat. He bites my ass, and I whine.

I don't question it next time his touch leaves me. All I do is arch my back in search of him. Soon his foot is on the mattress next to my knee, and his cock notches my entrance.

"You're going to let me fuck you so good." He slaps my ass again.

I moan.

"Is this what you want?" He pushes another inch in.

"More."

"Is this why you went to the bar tonight?" He pushes further.

Infuriatingly slow. I press back and force him deeper.

"Fuck. Greedy." He pulls away and slaps my ass again. "Don't move."

"So bossy," I complain.

I reach between us, grab his cock, and nudge back again. He makes a strangled sound.

I'm forced to let go of him the deeper he goes. He's not fighting it anymore. He seizes the soft flesh of my hips and holds on to them as he fills me.

"That's right." I moan. "Fuck me."

"Now who's bossy?" he asks, before pistoning in and out of me.

Both my hands are back on the wall. I help him along, meeting his hips with my own rocking. My nails cling to the rough texture of the cinderblock. My breasts sway with the force of our thrusts .

It feels good— too good. My orgasm builds fast. I've never come from penetration alone. I know I can, because I can get there with a dildo, but a partner? I've always helped it along with my fingers.

My heart skips a beat. I'm not sure why, but I don't want it to change.

I snake one of my hands between my legs.

"If you're going to touch yourself—" he leaves me and pushes me to my side— "I should at least be allowed to watch."

He pulls from my knees until my hips are at the edge of the bed. Within a second, he stretches me again. I practically slap myself in my rush to play with my clit once more.

I can't see his eyes, they are locked on the place where we join. I don't know what sounds I make anymore, but my chest is in overdrive. Flutters start in my core and I don't stop it or warn him— I come. He notices anyway, because his groans change, but I can't keep track.

Everything is calm for once, except for the pounding of my heart. Even as he continues to seek his release, still pumping hard, my mind is blank. No responsibilities that are too big for me. No uncertain future. Just bliss.

It's all I wanted.

A loud moan escapes me when I return to myself. I don't silence it. If I let my body do as it wants to, maybe the thoughts and worries will take a bit longer to return.

I keep them at bay by clenching around him again, this time on purpose.

He mutters a few extra swear words. I lift my torso to face him, and keep myself up with my hands on the bed.

One of his hands clings to my hips so hard he'll leave bruises. The other grabs my breast almost as hard.

I bite his lip. "Should I mark you, too?"

I don't get to. He comes and I swallow his moan with a kiss.

He stands still for a few extra moments. The same intense frown I saw back at the bar is present, his eyes closed .

Eventually, he pulls back and sits on the bed, a few inches away from me. He deals with the condom. I lean back, my hands still on the mattress.

My body feels limp. I've mostly melted, after all.

He takes a few deep breaths. He looks at me with eyes that are a rare shade of light blue. I don't think to question it. He's probably wondering if I'll stay true to my word and leave, or if I'll ask for a cuddle or try for something else after all. Guys like him are probably like that. Assuming everyone wants a piece of them.

To be fair, if he's famous enough to be surprised I don't know who he is— and I don't— maybe plenty of people want pieces of him.

It's fine. He doesn't know anyone can be like that. Plenty of people want pieces of me, too. Case in point, my ex. I don't plan to tell my one night stand that there's nothing that makes my skin crawl like keeping people around who take and take and never give back. I'm done tearing myself apart for people. I have enough of that, taking care of my parents.

I get on my feet and allow myself a stretch. I'm about to collect my clothes when he grabs my hand and calls for my eyes.

"Hey," he says. "Where are you going? Come here."

He moves back on the bed until his knees meet the edge of the mattress, and pulls my hand as if he wants me to straddle him. I resist and do not move from my spot.

His head drops to one side. "Everything okay? I thought we might… prolong the night. Do that again."

He studies me carefully. Now I realize I got it wrong, and his eyes are actually gray.

I shake my head. "I thought I might go."

"Are you in a hurry? Can I take you somewhere?"

"No, but I promised you I would leave right after."

And I don't want to stay, if it means ruining the amazing moment we had somehow .

He pulls at my hand again. "You also offered to mark me, and that hasn't happened. I don't think we're done, do you?"

I still refuse to move. I'm naked in front of him, while he sits without a stitch on. His cock is half hard on his thigh.

I frown. "Look, I'd love a repeat—"

"Good. I'm ready for a repeat."

"No. I don't do that."

It's his turn to frown. The gesture echoes the worst of his moody expressions at the bar.

"I thought we could go out for dinner," he says. "Come back for more."

I shake my head, but I'm torn. I want to indulge in a repeat, too. The way we seamlessly fit into a night to remember should probably be taken into consideration. I rarely get to indulge like this.

This may be my first one night stand, but it's already teaching me critical lessons. The chances of my future sexcapades being as perfectly matched as the past hour are low. Moving forward, I will only do this once with every guy.

But tonight I might be open to more. This footballer touched me in all the right ways, even in those I didn't know would singe my skin. Like we've been doing this for years, and he can still surprise me with a trick or two. I would be foolish to decline… as long as he follows the rules.

Fuck it. This is my night to indulge.

I lick my lip. "One more. But I don't want to learn anything about you."

He's staring at me like he wants to fight me on this, but is unsure whether he should.

I smirk and sit on his lap. His lips open in instant lust, and his hands grab the rolls of my hips— hard.

"Hmm." The sound comes from deep in his throat.

"I am one for hedonism, once in a while," I whisper. "But you have to promise you won't tell me who you are. You won't ask for my number. You won't ask who I am. "

His cock hardens again between us, and I roll my hips to tease us both. We shift in place, until the head peeks between us, trapped between his flat stomach and my soft flesh. The heat of his erection, the hardness of his dick press onto my lower belly, impressive enough to demand being seen.

"Fuck," he mutters. "We'll do it your way."

"Manhandle me some more."

"Mark me."

I kiss him, but end it with a bite on his bottom lip. "Like that?"

He's still groaning when he twists and pushes me onto the bed. "Oh, we're just getting started."

It's too late to leave once we're done. The shuttles that take students back to town are done for the night, and I'm stuck on campus.

He says it's a sign and convinces me to stay. A few hours later, in the middle of the night, I wake him up and we do it again. I left a bite on his shoulder, too.

Next time he's asleep, I use my phone flashlight to find my clothes. I have to steal one of his shirts, as mine is torn too badly to wear.

He doesn't hear me, and I'm about to close the door behind me when something stops me. The light of the hall is faint at this time of the night, and my eyes land on him again.

His shape makes mountains and valleys under the sheet covering him. The shadows are stark, and a prickling in my chest wants me to go back, maybe check if his frown is still there while he sleeps.

Would it be that bad if I stayed?

Fuck. Yes. It would be bad.

Quietly, I close the door behind me and drill into my brain that I can't afford entertaining fantasies, when my reality demands so much of me.

It's early morning. My breath creates clouds as I walk through the practice fields and toward the library, next to where the small dark red buses park. I take the first shuttle into the city with the break of dawn.

I sigh. The night was exactly what I needed. I can carry the memories of what it felt like to be thoroughly enjoyed, and to enjoy someone back. The feelings and sensations of finding such a compatible hookup, it won't only leave marks on my skin— it will leave marks on this time in my life.

Now I'm a little more ready to finish the year, work extra jobs during the summer, and come back for my last college term. After, I'll find an internship. Then a job. Then I'll pay my parents' debt, before I finally focus on me.

That's when my life will be my own, and I'll start building something just for me.

Tonight is the first night of my five-year plan.

Bring it on.