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  up the damn walls. I think it might be even worse than when I was not touching her at all.

  Cassie squirms on my lap, leaning against me as I kiss below her ear. My cock hardens against her ass as she moves.

  "The door to this room doesn't lock," she whispers. "We should just get out of here."

  "Not a chance," I growl. "The only way you get out of here is after I've made you come. So stand up."

  When she rises, I run my hands up her legs and over her ass, yanking her panties down her thighs. I don't bother to take them off.

  Cassie puts her palms on the table and peers over her shoulder at me, the back of her dress flipped up to her waist and her ass in the air, panties around her knees. "If someone walks in here right now…"

  "Then we're both fucked, aren't we?"

  My fingers brush against her pussy and she whispers my name. She's already wet for me. I'm not even screwing this girl yet, and I can't get enough of her. We're doing everything but screwing every waking minute. I think she's a nympho now.

  I think I might have turned her into one.

  I think she might have turned me into a master of foreplay.

  "Colton," she whispers. "Put your fingers inside me."

  Instead, I smack her on the ass, watching her ass cheek jiggle at the blow. "Bad girl," I say. "Ordering me around."

  "You told me I'd have to beg."

  I slide my fingers between her legs, pressing against her clit, listening to the sound of her breath when I touch her. "I told you that you'd have to beg me to fuck you," I say. "Not to finger you."

  "Maybe that's what I'm begging you to do."

  I slide my fingers inside her in one swift movement, and she moans.

  "Not funny, cock tease," I say, my voice gruff. I wrap her ponytail around my hand, pulling her head back as I fuck her with my fingers. My dick is so hard at the mere mention of wanting me inside her that I think I'm going to explode right now.

  Cassie moans when I pull her hair. "I want to feel you," she says as I fuck her with my fingers, my movements quicker the more she pushes her ass back against my hand. I find her asshole with my thumb, pressing against it as I stroke her inside.

  "Reach between your legs and touch your clit," I tell her. If she keeps talking about how much she wants to feel my cock inside her, I'm going to take her right here in this classroom. And that isn't how I want to take her virginity at all.

  She strokes herself, doing that thing she does where she bites her lower lip to keep from crying out as I fuck her harder with my fingers. "Let me feel it," she says. "I want to feel your cock against me. I want to feel you on me."

  This girl is going to ruin me.

  I fuck her with my fingers until she's on the verge. "You wish it were my cock inside you right now, Cassie?" I whisper. "You want it to be my cock that makes you come, my cock that fills you up?"

  "Please," she says.

  I pull my fingers from her pussy, undoing my cargo shorts and dropping them to the floor. Gripping my cock in my hand, I press it up between her legs, and pull her against me with my other hand. My lips are near her ear, and she leans her head on me, her eyes closed and lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. "This is what you want?" I ask, guiding my shaft along her pussy.

  Her warm wetness on my cock is nearly unbearable. I want to feel it envelop me. I want to thrust inside her warm pussy and let go.

  But I don't. I feel her throb against my shaft, and I whisper into her ear, my hand tight across her breast. "I'm so close, you know. Move an inch and I'll be inside you. Bare. With no protection, nothing between us."

  She moans, pushing her ass against me, rubbing her pussy against my shaft.

  "Is that what you like?" I whisper. "The thought of me bare inside you?"

  "Oh, God," she gasps. "I think I do."

  Shit, this girl. I let her grind against me until my cock is practically coated in her wetness and I'm starting to lose my mind. "Put your hands on the table."

  When she bends over, I drag the tip of my cock along her pussy, pausing at her entrance. "Yes," she breathes. "Right there."

  "Cassie," I warn. "Do you know how much I want to put my hands on your hips and fuck the hell out of you right now?"

  She whimpers, reaching between her legs to touch her clit. "I want to come with you inside me."

  I press the tip of my cock against her entrance. "Is this what you want, Cassie?" I ask her. "You want to feel me inside you?"

  "Yes." Her breath comes shorter. The head of my cock presses against her entrance but not inside, and I tell myself to hold back as she explodes, her whole body bucking. Only a tiny whimper escapes her lips as she comes.

  It takes me less than two strokes of my hand on my cock to come, and when I do, I coat her pussy and her ass — because both of them are going to be mine.

  * * *

  "I can't believe I'm asking you this."

  "You can't believe you're asking me how to pop my roommate's cherry?" Sable asks. She lies stretched out on the sofa in her apartment, only half-listening to me while she texts on her phone.

  "I'm not asking you how to pop Cassie's cherry, thanks," I say. "I'm pretty clear on that."

  "She's not fancy," Sable says, sitting up. "She doesn't want champagne and dinner at a pricey restaurant."

  I sigh heavily. Why do I feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark when it comes to this shit? "I'm not asking you what to do," I say. "I just wanted some advice on how to… you know… make it special. Forget I asked. And for fuck's sake, don't tell Cassie I asked you that."

  I turn to leave, and Sable sits up on the sofa. "Wait," she says, setting down her phone. "You like her."

  "I don't know, Sable," I say, irritated. "I just – you know – don't want her to think I'm a dumb asshole who's just trying to bang her. Oh, fuck. Yeah, I like her, all right?"

  Sable's face softens. "Well, then take her out or something."

  "On a date?"

  "Yeah, on a date, dumbass," Sable teases. "That's what normal people do."

  "I can't. Cassie will flip out. The whole student-tutor thing. She won't risk being seen in public."

  "Well, you're creative," Sable says. "Figure out how to not be seen in public."

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  Cassie

  Colton stands in the doorway of my bedroom, shuffling awkwardly. "I want to take you out."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "On a date."

  "A date?" I ask, laughing. I slide my arms around his waist. "I already told you I want you to fuck me. I'm ready. Trust me. You don't need to be weird with the whole date thing. I'm clear on what this is."

  He gives me a look like I just slapped him. "What are you clear on?"

  "That this is just fun," I say. "It's a good way to lose it, with someone where there aren't any expectations, you know?"

  Irritation flits across Colton's face. "Stop talking."

  "You're not upset that I said this was fun, are you?"

  "Will you just shut your mouth and come with me already?" he growls.

  "I can't be seen in public with you anywhere, Colton – "

  "If you don't get your little ass down the stairs and into my goddamn truck, I'm going to pick you up and carry you down there myself and then someone is definitely going to see."

  "There's no need to get an attitude."

  Colton pulls open the door to the truck, a vintage blue pickup truck that somehow seems exactly suited to him. Inside, I run my fingers along the dashboard. "This is yours?"

  "It was my dad's farm truck," Colton explains. "After he passed, my mom wanted to sell it. She was on him to sell it the year before he died, wanted him to get something newer. I convinced her to keep it. I spent almost every waking moment outside of practice senior year of high school on rebuilding this thing."

  As Colton maneuvers through town and gets onto the highway, neither of us speak. It's dusk, the skyline a reddish purple as the sun sets on the horizon, bathing everything i
n deep sunset hues.

  "You haven't told me where we're going," I complain.

  "Nope."

  "That wasn't a yes or no question. It was an invitation to elaborate."

  Colton grunts for a response.

  "So it's getting dark and you're driving me out of town in your truck to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what with me?" I ask.

  "That's pretty much it," Colton confirms.

  "Just wanted to be clear on the situation."

  "Glad I could help."

  I sit back in the seat, watching as he drives out of town into the country, the suburbs quickly replaced by rolling hills and trees. He turns down a farm road and drives for a few miles to the top of a hill where there's a small clearing. He puts the truck in park and sits there for a minute, looking straight ahead. A couple of trees partially obscure the view, but behind them is the skyline dotted with city lights that stretch out for miles.

  It's breathtaking.

  "Sit here and don't move," he says, not waiting for a response before he gets out of the truck and goes to the back where I hear him take the cover off the truck bed and start moving things around.

  I lean my head back against the back of the seat and close my eyes, mentally replaying the conversation in my apartment. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I hurt his feelings before when I said this was just fun.

  But that's completely ludicrous. And I'm not naïve enough to think this is anything except just that.

  When he pulls the passenger side door open, the noise startles me. "Way to creep me out," I say, laughing nervously.

  He takes my hand and leads me to the back of the truck.

  The truck bed is filled with blankets and pillows. A couple of candles on the sides are our only illumination out here other than the moonlight, now that darkness has settled in.

  "I know I can't take you out anywhere, Cassie," Colton says from behind me, his voice thick.

  "I'm not sure what to say." It's simple and romantic and… exactly the last thing I expected from a football player, especially one with a reputation like his. I turn around to face him. "I – didn't expect this."

  "Yeah, well, maybe you should change your expectations," Colton says, sliding his hands under my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist and he deposits me onto the air mattress in the bed of the truck.

  Colton leaves me there, going around to the front of the truck and turning on the radio. Pat Green strums his guitar and sings low over the speakers.

  Then he crawls up onto the truck bed beside me.

  "What I said earlier about having fun, I –" I start.

  "Stop talking." His hand moves under my jawline, his thumb on my lips, silencing me.

  I open my mouth because I'm going to say I'm sorry, but he stops me by putting his hand on the nape of my neck and covering my mouth with his before I can. His tongue slips between my lips, his kiss at once tender and insistent.

  He pulls me onto his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, and kisses me for a long time. I cling to him, my hands yanking the fabric of his t-shirt, desperately wanting his skin on mine. When he stops kissing me, it's only to undress me, muttering something about my stupid clothes under his breath as he yanks my jeans over my hips.

  He tosses his clothes somewhere in the truck bed, or on the ground, I'm not sure because all I can think about is the incessant throbbing between my legs. He pauses, naked in the moonlight, to look at me. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he whispers.

  "Shut up," I tease, and he growls, crawling across the makeshift bed until he reaches me, his mouth on my breasts at once, his tongue flicking over my nipples until I'm practically writhing with anticipation.

  He kisses his way down my stomach, dragging his tongue on my skin down to my navel, and lower, but I pull his head away. "Not now," I whisper. "I don't want that. I want your cock inside me. Now."

  "Are you sure?" he asks.

  "Put your hand between my legs," I say, and he does, making a guttural sound low in his throat when he feels how wet I am. "Does that answer your question?"

  "Shit, Cassie," he growls.

  "I want to feel it," I whisper, wrapping my hand around his cock and guiding it between my legs. I groan as he rubs the head of his dick against my clit, and then further, coating his cock in my wetness.

  "You're so wet," he says. "I can't stop thinking about your warm wet pussy on my cock."

  He teases me until I can't take it anymore, until I'm a whimpering bundle of need and desire. "I want you inside me."

  He pauses. "I've never done this before, Cassie."

  "You're a virgin, too?" I tease.

  "I've never taken a girl's –"

  I stop him, arching up my back to press my lips against his. "I want you to take mine."

  "Let me grab a condom."

  I grip his ass cheek, pinning him against me. "I'm on the pill. And I'm clean."

  "Cassie…" he groans my name. "I don't –"

  "Oh." I stop short.

  He cuts me off before I can say anything else. "I'm not hooking up with anyone else," he says. "Not since you. And I'm clean. I've just – I've never done it without one."

  "We can use one if you –"

  "If you're asking if I'd rather be bare inside you, the answer is yes," he interrupts, his fingers slipping between my legs. Heat rushes through my body in response to his touch, setting my core on fire with desire for him. He strokes me with his fingers, taking his time and bringing me to the edge.

  "I want you now," I whisper. "Not your fingers. Not your mouth. I want your cock inside me."

  "Shit, Cassie, say that again," he growls. He hovers over me, his hardness pushing at my entrance.

  "I want your cock," I whisper.

  He presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I moan at the sensation as his head enters me, just barely. This is how I came before, bent over the desk in the student center, the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy. The thought makes me throb.

  "I don't want to hurt you," Colton whispers.

  "Fuck me," I say, moaning at the sensation of his cock entering me, his movements slow and gentle as he rocks his way inside me. A shock of pain runs through me, intense enough to take my breath away, but it's quickly eclipsed by the overwhelming sensation of him being inside me, filling me up. My pussy throbs around him, and I'm not sure whether it's more pain or pleasure but I don't want him to stop.

  "You're so tight," Colton moans, his voice strained when he enters me fully, and then there's nothing left to say. He fucks me gently like he's afraid to break me, until I reassure him between