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  “Preston,” she gasps and it’s music to my ears.

  “Does that feel good?” I don’t wait for a response, but continue to slowly thrust my finger inside, alternating it with swirls of my tongue at her clit.

  I know she’s getting close from the sound of her panting, the tightening of her body against me and the way her fingers have lodged into my hair, pulling and yanking in sexual delight.

  Pumping my finger in and dragging it out, her wetness coating me, my lips latch onto her clit and I suck. I suck it hard as she grinds her pelvis against my face. And then she’s coming. I know this because she tells me. Screams it, really.

  “Oh God, yes! Preston, there.” She punctuates this with enough pressure at the top of my head to practically dent my skull.

  But I love it. And I love that I’m making her come this spectacularly.

  Brin finally relaxes, a sweet, lethargic grin across her mouth and a sigh of appreciation. She lets her hands drop to her sides and I take a moment to wipe my face with the back of my hand.

  As I scoot up the bed to lay next to her, she turns her head and her eyes meet mine.

  “That was so much better than studying.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Chapter Eleven

  When we initially began our make-out sesh, I had my hard limits in place. No sex, no penetration, just oral. That I was comfortable with.

  But now that Preston has taken me on a high like I’ve never felt before and done it with such respect and concern for my needs, I know I’m ready to give him everything. I want to feel him inside me like I’ve never wanted anything else before.

  My eyes scan his face as he lays next to me on his bed, his pillows smashed up against the headboard and the covers messy and unmade. Preston is so sexy. Strong and muscular, with the broadest shoulders I’ve ever seen. The tops of his shoulders are rippled with dips and valleys, as I strum over one with my finger.

  “Preston,” I whisper, because that’s all I’m capable of after what he just did to me.

  “Yeah, Brin?”

  “I’m ready.”

  I see a shadow of confusion flash in his eyes as he rolls over and props himself up on an elbow to stare at me.

  “Ready for what?” he asks, a mixture of confusion and interest laced in his question.

  “For you. Inside me.”

  He groans loudly, flipping back on his back and lifting his arm to cover his eyes.

  “Christ almighty, Brinly. Don’t say that to me now because I don’t have the will power to say no.”

  My laughter is soft and airy, and I lay my hand over his chest, dragging it up and down the expanse of his bare torso, lowering it to his very full erection. I squeeze and do a happy dance when it jerks against my palm.

  But my laughter dies when his hand swats at mine.

  “Seriously, Brin. I think you should wait. I don’t want you making this decision after you’ve just climaxed.”

  Wow. Okay. Is he denying me what I want right now out of chivalry? I’m not having any of that.

  I wiggle out of my panties, flinging them to the floor, and kneel up so I’m straddling him. I purposefully sit atop his erection so that he can feel my heat and wetness.

  And then I grind my center against his thick cock to gain his attention.

  “I’m ready, Preston. Honestly. I want you. Now.”

  His eyes fly open and there’s a level of pain and agony brimming over from his hazel gaze. I lean over his body and place my lips at his ear. I’ve never been this bold with a boy before. Although, it’s hardly fair to call Preston a boy. His body is all man.

  The tips of my breasts dangle over his face so that I can feel the scrape of his jaw against the sensitive flesh.

  “Where do you keep your condoms?”

  I thrust my pelvis and drag my bare pussy over his straining dick, that throbs against me.

  His response is choked and raspy. “Desk. Drawer.”

  Preston’s hands grip my waist as we grind together. He lifts his head and his lips find my nipple, sucking it in between his teeth. It feels incredible.

  I launch myself off him and lean over the bed as far as I can reach, opening the top drawer of his desk and pulling out a packet. I toss it on his belly and scoot myself down his legs, loving the soft, bristly tickle of his hair against my exposed, nude butt.

  I’ve never taken off a pair of briefs from a guy before, so I do my best not to look stupid, pulling down his shorts over his erection, past his knees and then his feet. When I look back up, he’s sheathing his cock in the condom. And that’s when it hits me.

  I’m going to give him my virginity. I’m handing over my V-card to Preston Dahl, the sexiest, sweetest guy I’ve ever met.

  He must think I’m nervous as he stares at me and asks, “You sure?”

  I drop my hand to his condom-covered erection and squeeze, as I lay down flat on the bed next to him.

  “Yes.”

  He rolls on top of me, taking his time to kiss me all over my face, neck and breasts, before his cock is at my entrance.

  His hips nudge my legs as I spread them wider, my hands wrapping around his neck and our lips meet in an open-mouthed, tongue-bathing kiss.

  The head of his dick pushes in just an inch and I suck in a breath.

  “You okay?”

  “Mmm-hmm. All good.”

  I bare down and bite my lip as he pushes in further and I feel a sharp, stinging pain. He stops and waits.

  Preston’s voice is harsh and his breath choppy as he says, “I’m going to try and go slow. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

  And then he pushes past the resistance with one final thrust and I gasp, the tears immediately stinging my eyes. I breathe in and breathe out, adjusting to the sensation. It soon becomes a dull ache and I begin to enjoy the drag of his cock against my walls as he thrusts and withdraws.

  I wrap my legs around his ass, enjoying the new and deeper penetration.

  I’m not sure what I expected it to feel like, but it isn’t as bad or as painful as I had thought it would be. Every time he thrusts in deep, his pelvis hits my clit, sending zinging currents of pleasure up my spine. On the fourth or fifth time, I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm. That tingling sensation the bubbles low in my belly, down my legs and into my toes.

  I clutch him tighter, feeling the beat of his heart against my breasts. And then he rears up on his arms, like a stag showing off his prowess, and I go off like a grenade, detonating into a million different pieces. Preston’s head tips back and he lets out a low growl before he drops to my chest, his head cradled in my neck.

  “Goddamn.”

  This is all he says for a minute or two until he slowly eases out of me and shifts to his side, his hand holding the base of the condom. I feel the loss of him acutely. I’m sore but bereft and empty.

  His lips are at my ear and he kisses me under my lobe, sending shivers down my body.

  “You okay?”

  I can’t help the smile that forms across my lips as I turn and stare into his eyes.

  “More than okay. I’m perfect.”

  Preston chuckles and nods his head. “You are perfect.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Oak Ridge University campus turns into one gigantic festival grounds the week of Halloween. All the houses on Frat and Sorority row are elaborately decorated and parties happen every weekend leading up to the night of All Hallows’ Eve.

  I’d promised Brin I would do my best to come to her Mi Alpha Alpha’s haunted mansion party at least one of the weekend’s it was open, although I’d already missed the first weekend and it wasn’t looking good for this weekend, either. We’d just gotten back from an away game in Rhode Island and were dropping our things off at the locker room.

  “Yo, Dahl. What’s on tap for tonight? We going out to drink and get some tail?”

  I slam my locker shut and turn to see Roman, already dressed and wearing his ORU Bears letterman jacket and carrying a backp
ack over his shoulder, presumably filled with his dirty laundry.

  Picking up my duffle bag and swing it over my back, I answer, “Nah, dude. I got a thing with my girl.”

  Roman’s eyebrows shoot up. “You got a girl? Since when?”

  He thumps me on the back with a huge palm and chuckles as we walk out together down the hallway.

  “She hot?”

  I shoot him a nasty look and he laughs harder and shrugs his shoulders. “What man? Just asking. So, tell me about her.”

  I’m not even sure where to begin how to explain how I feel about this girl. She’s not only the most gorgeous woman I’ve been with, but she’s smart and funny, and seriously too good for me. She’s like her name suggests. A virtuous and pure princess and I’m just a pauper.

  I give him a conceding look. “Her name is Brinly Davis. She’s a junior and in Mi Alpha Alpha. That’s where I’m going tonight. They’re hosting that charity haunted mansion.”

  Roman nods in understanding. “Right, right. I heard about that. In fact, I have a chick in my Anthropology class named Lola that I really want to get with. I think she’s in that house. Maybe I should go with you tonight.”

  “Yeah, whatever man. You’re welcome to come if you want. I’m sure they won’t mind having a single hockey player on the premises. And Lola. I know her. She’s actually friends with Brin.”

  “Nice. Then do me a solid and introduce me to her. She keeps ignoring me every time I try to say hello.”

  We chat for a bit and I give him the location specifics and head off toward my car. I check my phone and see a text from Brin.

  Brin: I’m at the mansion. What time do you think you’ll be here? Your Princess is patiently waiting.

  I smile thinking of the arrangements we’d already made earlier this week. After our first time together, we’d spent as much time with each other over the last week as we could. It’s tricky with us both being so busy and her studying and helping out with the haunted house, as well as her tutoring.

  But being with her was my every waking thought. Not hockey. Not school. Not future career choices. Just Brin.

  She had me tied up in knots with a raging hard on reminder of the three times we’d fucked in my room. Once I got a taste of her, I couldn’t stop. I needed her every minute of the day.

  I type out my message response back to her, uncertain whether she’ll have her phone with her.

  Me: Just showered and heading back home to change into my costume. Your Prince will be there shortly.

  I’m excited to see her in her costume. She’d told me she was dressing up as some princess or white-Queen from the Alice in Wonderland books, which had my mind going to all sorts of places it should never really go. And they were certainly anything but PG or made for fairytale stories. All I can imagine is ripping off the bodice of the princess dress and sucking on her tits while she fondles me over the britches of my costume.

  Arriving at my apartment and dressing as quickly as I can, I pack up the things I bought to bring as a surprise and head back out the house. My body is still screaming at me from the beating I took on the ice today, but once I’m in the arms of Brin, none of that will matter.

  The mansion is a ten-minute drive away from the campus, and as I leave the lights of Oak Ridge University in my rearview, the excitement over being with Brin tonight bubbles over. I’ve never been this excited to be with a girl before. And then it hits me.

  I think she’s the one.

  The realization strikes out of nowhere. The idea that I’ve finally found the girl for me. The perfect fit. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

  Sure, I’m fast-forwarding a bit, considering I haven’t graduated yet and she’s a year behind me. But none of that matters and suddenly I can’t wait to tell her how I feel about her.

  Pulling into the gates of the mansion, I drive up and find a parking spot. At least fifty cars are parked around the property. The minute I get out and head up the stairs, I hear laughter, music and the undeniable sounds of sinister Halloween antics.

  Since I’d already been to the house and know which room Brin decorated and is hosting, I take the stairs two at a time, passing by other party-goers all dressed in costumes. There’s Halloween music playing and orange and black lights flickering on and off in strobe-light effects.

  I hear laughter coming from Brin’s room and as I walk through the doorway and someone jumps out and shrieks a high-pitched sound. It’s Lola dressed as Alice in Wonderland, but she has fake blood all over her, and she cackles and runs around like a crazy woman as I shake my head.

  “If you’re trying to be scary, you didn’t succeed.” She pouts at my comment and tips her hat at me.

  “Well, that’s my queue. I’m going downstairs to scare up something to drink. The room is yours.”

  I’m about to turn and say something about Roman looking for her, but out of my peripheral vision I see a shapely goddess step into the light. There standing in the corner of the room, illuminated by lanterns and strobe lights, with eerie noise being piped in through speakers, is Brinly, wearing a floor-length gown, all in white, and a bodice that emphasizes her voluptuous curves which has her tits bursting out at the top.

  “Holy shit, you look so fucking beautiful.”

  She doesn’t say a thing, instead just crooks her princess-like finger at me in a gesture that says, “Come here.” So, I do what any guy would do when he’s caught in the tractor beam of a sexy as fuck woman. I walk toward her.

  But not before she stops me and says, “Shut and lock the door.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  I’ve had this on my mind all day long.

  Actually, scratch that. All week long.

  I’ve wanted to be alone again with Preston in a dark room where I could get down on my knees for him and thank him for…well, for just being Preston. For being so amazing and treating me like a princess.

  My mother called the other day and asked me how things were going. When I mentioned having a boyfriend (maybe I was jumping the gun a bit, but this felt real between us), she grilled me about his background for a half an hour. Who is he? Where does he come from? Who’s his family? What does he plan to do with his life?

  Good grief, you’d think he was a thug and a criminal by the way she reacted to me telling her Preston was a hockey player. The horror!

  But I paid her no mind. She could insult my intelligence, and his, all she wanted, but it didn’t change the way I feel about Preston. He lights me up from the inside out and turns me on like nobody’s business.

  Which is why I had plans for tonight.

  “Wh-what are you doing, Brinly?”

  I crane my neck back to look up into Preston’s face, his eyes wide with shock, and eyebrows shooting skyward. It’s rather cute.

  Cocking my head to the side, I begin to unbuckle his costume pants. They are these MC Hammer-type parachute pantaloons or something weird but do nothing to hide his very large and distended package.

  “You’re a smart guy. What does it look like I’m doing?”

  I part the flaps of the material and shove it down his legs, allowing my eyes and hands to peruse his strong, muscular thighs. The hair on his legs tickles my fingers as I feather over his skin upward to his briefs.

  I palm his erection and feel the heat from his steely length and it gives me the courage to keep doing what I’m about to do. Slipping my fingernails underneath the elastic band, I tug the material of his briefs over his cock and watch it as it springs free.

  When we slept together the other day, I didn’t get a chance to put my mouth on him. I touched him, for sure, but it was all about the penetrative sex and experimenting with various positions. Finding what I liked and what turned me on.

  In my haste, however, I didn’t have the opportunity to taste him, which is something I’ve regretted this entire week. And now I’m able to remedy that oversight.

  Leaning in, my nose brushes the side of his cock and I can smell the earthy, masc
uline scent of him. I wrap my fingers around his steely length, surprised at how soft and smooth he is, even though so very hard. Preston stands stalk still, but his hands land on top my head, fingers threading through my hair, careful to avoid the crown seated at the top.

  I’ve given a blow job before. I’m sure it wasn’t spectacularly great or impressive, but it got the job done. Tonight, though, I want to savor things. Be bold and brave and find out what makes Preston lose his mind.

  I sling my free hand around to his ass cheek and squeeze, pulling him closer. My tongue licks a path from the base of his cock to the tip, flicking over the generous amount of leakage and getting my first taste.

  Continuing my quest, I swirl and lave around the tight, purple head before I swallow him whole.

  “Ungh…” he moans loudly. “God, Brin. I wasn’t expecting this. But don’t stop.”

  I laugh and in doing so, take him too far back in my throat and start to gag. My mistake, however, has elicited a response so wickedly hot from Preston that I do it again on purpose. Relaxing my tongue, I open my mouth as wide as I can, pull his cock to the back of my throat and swallow.

  Preston’s hand tightens in my hair and words of nonsense spill out of his mouth. He begins moving in earnest, rutting into my face and mouth.

  “Brin…oh god, baby. I’m so close. You gotta…”

  He tries to pull me off his cock, but I won’t have it. I continue to swallow and swallow and swallow, and then he’s coming. I feel the first spasms of his orgasm on my tongue as his cock twitches and throbs, and then taste and feel the hot, salty release of his cum in my mouth.

  I take all he has to give and when he pulls out, I sit back on my heels wiping at the corners of my mouth, my dress billowing around me as I smile up at him in triumph.

  My smile is immediately swiped away when someone knocks loudly at the door and says my name.

  “Brinly, darling. Are you in there?”

  Oh great. It’s the Wicked Witch of the East coming to ruin my moment.