We were never meant to last.
But if that was the case, why did she feel so good? Why did she complete me in ways no other girl ever had?
I knew life wasn’t fair, but goddamn it, it really wasn’t.
One of my hands rested on the car beside her for support, but I let my other hand roam to her neck, holding Kelsey still as my mouth crashed down upon hers. I wanted her to feel the fire burning inside me, the rage I felt about seeing her about to hook up with Grady, the possessiveness that I knew I had no right to feel. Not anymore.
Kelsey had to pull her lips off mine. She came with a vengeance, her body clamping down on mine, her inner walls tensing as the orgasm swept through her violently. She bit her lower lip, clinging to me as I fucked her harder, burying her face against my chest.
Holding me like that, feeling the way her pussy tightened around my cock, it was too much. I lost myself in her moments after, my balls releasing the pleasure mounting there. I groaned when I came, emptying myself inside her, slamming her back against the car as my thrusts grew slower.
I rather liked the idea that her panties would be stained with my cum on her walk back to her dorm.
I took my time in pulling out of her, even slower in stuffing my dick back in my pants and zipping up. Kelsey remained motionless for a while, those dark eyes trained on me. What was she thinking? Did she already regret what she just did? Could she feel my cum seeping out of her right now?
And then she blinked, suddenly back in her own head, bending over to pull up her pants. “Thanks for the ride,” Kelsey said, flippant. She pushed past me, the first to leave. I watched her head away from the parking lot, not looking back once.
Maybe it was a pussy thing to say, but a part of me wanted her to look back, wanted her to see me standing there, staring at her, watching her go. She made me so weak, and it hurt to know that this was it.
We were over.
Shower Sex, Levi’s POV
Now wasn’t the time for me to make any moves, I knew, not with what happened the night before, but you could look at it the opposite way, too. What better stress relief than sex? What else could help you momentarily forget what was going on in your life besides sex?
Sex could always be the answer; it just depended on how you looked at it.
It was an odd time, no sane college student would be awake right now. Kelsey was already in the communal girls’ restroom down the hall, and I poked my head out into the hall, checking that there was no one before tiptoeing there. I left her room unlocked, figuring it’d be safe.
No one else was in the restroom, only Kelsey. I heard her shower running, and I headed around the sinks to where the showers were. Each shower stall had two curtains, a middle section where you can leave your clothes and towel so they didn’t get wet while you showered. I stepped inside the outer curtain, pulling it closed before I reached for the inner one. My clothes might get splashed on, but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see Kelsey naked, so that’s what I was going to do.
I took a long, hard look at her body, at how the water coursed down that smooth skin before falling to the floor and swirling to the drain.
“This is the girls’ restroom,” Kelsey told me, as if I’d gotten lost and accidentally wound up here. “You can’t just walk in here—”
“Why not?” I asked, cocking my head and giving her a smirk that I hope affected her. If not, well, the moment I took off my clothes, my body would do the trick. “You did.” I yanked off my shirt and set it atop her clothes.
“Yeah, well, I’m a girl. Are you?”
I lifted a single eyebrow. We both knew the answer to that question by now. I’d been inside her countless of times. I was no girl.
Once I was free of all clothing and my shoes, I stepped into the shower, my body dangerously close to hers.
“What are you doing?” Kelsey asked, ogling my dick for a few moments before lifting those eyes, raking them across my abdominal muscles and then my chest. She liked my body. She’d be a liar if she tried to claim otherwise.
I pressed my body against hers as I shut the inner curtain, saying, “I’m keeping you company.” The stalls clearly weren’t created with the idea of two people inside one at a single time, and if anyone walked in and caught us, we’d surely get in trouble, but did that really matter? Did either of us care about the cramped space or the prospect of trouble?
No. The answer to those questions was a hard no.
“Uh-huh,” Kelsey said, running her hands down my chest. “Company. Is that what kids call it these days? I’m so out of touch—”
My forehead leaned down upon hers, my arms snaking their way around her lower back, holding her body against mine. My cock grew harder with each passing moment, and I heard her sigh once she felt the erection pressing against her.
“Who’re you calling a kid?” I questioned, grinning.
“You.”
I felt my chest rumble with a growl. “I’m not much of a teacher, but I think you need a lesson.” My
