We part ways and once inside my dorm, I see Jenny’s still up. I peek over there when I close the door to the bathroom. She’s concentrating on her midterms that I needed to be studying for too.
I have to write a five-to-eight-page paper reviewing a journal article on any subject that deals with cognitive psychology. I knew I was going to do the paper on False Memory Syndrome, I just didn’t have the energy to do it now.
I also knew should I want to, I had the energy in my nightstand.
The thought of taking it makes my stomach turn.
I push my books off my bed onto the floor and strip down until I’m in my bra and underwear. The jersey I usually wear to bed is hanging over my desk chair. When I slip it over my shoulders, I smile. It even smells like him. I never wash it in fear I’ll lose that scent.
Sleep comes easy until around three that morning. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s my body and the way it knows when Cash is thinking of me.
Maybe it’s my hope that he is.
I look at my phone to check the time and see a text come through. It’s him.
You up?
I smile.
Just smile.
Moments later he’s at my door with that look. This is what we do.
We run and we hide here, in this moment, in this place, where we don’t have to make sense of anything. It’s not just sex with him. It’s so much more of an undefined thing… but it’s our thing and I’ll take it.
His pants are undone and I’m trying to get them off but he’s not having it. Cash likes to kiss these days and I feel like it’s happening more and more. He shows emotion this way, the little that we give is shared in the passion of his lips. He’s kissing and worshiping me against the door to the bathroom. His strong hands push mine away and pin them to the door. My arms wrap around concrete shoulders, gripping muscles that flex as he holds me. He grunts and pushes his hips into mine, wet swollen lips capture my own. Steadying me against the door, he removes his jersey I’m wearing, tosses it aside and then removes my bra.
There are things I find sexy about Cash that no one compares to. It’s his arrogance. Cash is what most would say adorable. You’d generally think he would be the gentle guy who was intimate in bed. He’s nothing like that.
That arrogance comes from him knowing he’s good at this and the reason we’re still doing this is because he gives me what I’m looking for. He’s right. He also knows what I like. Every move he makes, he knows my reaction to it. There’s a sense of comfort between us.
Leading me to the bed he pushes me down, his hand giving me a little push in the center of my chest and then lets his hands wander up my thighs to the edge of my panties. Drawing them down my legs he lets them fall at his feet. I push back with my feet on his chest, smiling at him and then sitting up with my feet touching the floor. My head is at his waist, and I look up at him through my lashes as I undo his belt. I work his jeans lower letting them fall to his ankles. His hands raise up over my shoulders and cup my face, his thumbs dragging over my lips.
I don’t waste time, my hands eagerly stroke his erection, so hard, smooth and perfect.
When my mouth takes him deep inside and lets him hit the back of my throat, Cash’s hands fist in my hair.
“Stop.” He tells me and shoves me back. I scoot to the center of the bed watching him reach for the condom in the nightstand after kicking away the remainder of his clothes. The moonlight catches his eyes and I get a glimpse of the lust in them and the way he has his head bent, concentrating on the wrapper of the condom.
When he gets the condom on, he climbs between my legs.
There’s a moment I can’t shake. It’s when he enters me and my body curves around his. His left hand reaches between us, his right firmly on my ass scooting me up the bed when he slides inside me. Just as his mouth drags down my jaw, his body trembles, as does mine.
He feels it too.
His hand flies from my hips to my neck and pushes my head down into the pillow. Cash knows how to fuck. He’s a god on the field and fucks just as good. I’ll die the day I know I’m not the only one feeling this. “You fucking love this shit… don’t you, baby?” he whispers in my ear, the roughness somewhat unnerving. “You crave fucking my dick, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I moan.
Nipping at my neck his teeth drags over my heated skin.
“Fuck... ” Cash shudders, his body trembling when I wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re so fucking wet... ” His feet move, his knees spreading slightly bracing himself and gaining some leverage to move easier. When he does, his head falls forward to my shoulder. He’s found the right play for sure.