He levered up on his hands, shifted his hips and pushed in deeper. “You’re so tight. Jesus…fuck…so good.”
At least he was enjoying it. I was still annoyingly frustrated. “Devin…please…I need…”
He withdrew and I was about to protest when he thrust hard, and his cock plunged inside my body, filling me.
I cried out, but I didn’t feel pain as much as I felt shock and then fullness.
“Are you okay?” His breath was coming in gasps.
I inhaled a breath when I realized I’d been holding it. “Yes.” I rocked my hips, trying to fulfill the ache inside me.
“Ah fuck,” he said at my movement. He withdrew and slid in again. He did it slow and gentle the first few times. My body seemed to know what to do as it rocked in time with him. Soon we were moving faster. The graceful rhythm of before was replaced by a frenetic pounding of our bodies.
“Do you need to come?” he ground out.
I gripped the sheets as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. “Yes.”
He dipped his head, sucking my nipple hard and deep into his mouth, and I felt that pull right to my pussy. He plunged in and pleasure burst like a nova, shooting out to every nerve ending. I cried out as my body went taut.
“Fuck, I’m coming…” He drove in again and again, and his movements seemed to hold me in suspended pleasure. It was even better than I could have imagined.
Finally, he stopped and collapsed on me, his breath harsh in my ear. It was several minutes later when he asked, “Are you okay? Was it okay for you?”
“Yes.”
He lifted his head and stared down on me with concern in his eyes. “Are you sure? What are you thinking?”
I felt like I was in blissful heaven. “I’m wondering how long before we can do that again.”
His smile was wicked. “I’m young and virile. Give me a few minutes.”
I started to leave later that night but he convinced me to stay until morning. That night turned into two and two turned into three. We spent our days hanging out in New York, with me showing him all the wonderful things the city had to offer away from the rich and snooty. And at night, he showed me all the wonderful things he could do to my body. He let me explore his and showed me how to turn him on too.
During the week, he’d meet me at my college to take me to lunch, where he introduced me to sex in public locations.
“Come with me to Europe,” he said mid-week as we sat in the large tub of yet another fancy hotel room. “If you come with me, I won’t be so miserable.”
I turned in the tub to look at him, not quite believing what he was asking. Sure, I was head over heels in love with him by now, but I’d been pretty sure this was just a fling for him.
“I have to finish school.”
“Do it online. Besides, what better place to learn than in Europe?”
I wanted to go so badly. Not to see Europe, but to continue to see him.
“I know it sounds nuts, but I’m not ready for this to end and I can’t get out of going.” He held my face in his hands. “I’m crazy for you, Serena. Tell me you feel the same.”
I nodded. “I do.”
“Then come with me.”
I swallowed. “Yes. Yes, I’ll come with you.”
The day before I was supposed to leave, I was preparing to tell my parents, but having a hard time figuring out how. They’d think I was being impulsive. They’d say this was young love that wouldn’t last. How could I convince them otherwise?
A knock on my dorm room door interrupted my plotting. I opened it to find an extremely well-dressed woman in her early fifties.
“Ms. Serena Moore?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Katherine Roarke. Devin’s mother.”
Oh crap, I thought as I looked down at my sweatpants and t-shirt. “Mrs. Roarke. Come in.”
She glanced through my room like she was afraid it was infested. But she stepped inside. “I’ve come to tell you not to go to Europe with my son.”
I frowned. “Why not?” Inwardly I kicked myself. She didn’t want me to sully her son, I was sure.
“Because he’s leading you on.”
Huh?
She gave me an apologetic stare. “I’m afraid my son is spoiled and entitled. It’s one reason we’re sending him to Europe. He needs to grow up. Learn to be responsible.”
The Devin I knew seemed grown up and responsible enough.
She sighed. “He’s not in love with you. In fact, you’re not the only woman he spends time with.”
Something in my chest shifted. I didn’t want to believe her, and yet, I could feel my faith in Devin slip. He was young, rich and handsome. He could have any woman he wanted. In the near-week we’d been together, I couldn’t figure out what he saw in me.
“I hate to do this. Every time I have to talk to some young woman, I hate it. Somewhere I’ve done wrong by him.”
My heart began to split as she pulled out something from her purse. She handed it to me.
“This is Devin the other day.”
I looked at the photograph of Devin with a gorgeous blonde woman who was clearly from his world. He had his arm around her, and she had her hand on his chest, gazing up at him with adoration. He was smiling down at her.
“Why Evelyn puts up with his philandering ways, I don’t know. My husband doesn’t stray. We’re hoping he’ll grow out of it.”
Evelyn. Was that the Evie that sometimes came up in conversation?
I stared at that picture, as I replayed the last days I spent with Devin. The man in this picture, that his mother was describing, wasn’t the man I knew. But then, how much did I really know about him? Only what he told me.
“This younger generation does love to sow its oats.” She smiled sympathetically. “At the expense of nice young women like you. I
