I pull my covers over my head a little tighter, mumbling that I fucking hate, hate, my roommate’s douchebag boyfriend, as he pounds on our door at some obscene hour. I had the best night last night, the best first date in the history of first dates. I didn’t get home until really late, and although Thomas was a perfect gentleman, the kiss at the end of the night was indecent and it left me craving so much more of him.

Listening in on their conversation, I hear him tell her that she’s stupid. Then she fucking apologizes to him, and I hear rustling, glancing over to them I watch as he shakes her, hard. I wish that I could stop him, but I know not to get involved in shit like that. I tried once when my sister’s ex-husband was going at her, and all it got me was a black eye.

I begin to gag when I hear Trent, Jessa’s boyfriend, tell her that she can make everything up to him if she lets him come down her throat. I seriously hate that asshole. Once the door closes, signaling his departure, I throw the covers from my body.

“God, he’s a fucking dick, Jessa. I’m sorry I know I said I would keep my mouth shut, but damn, he’s a douche,” I announce, sitting up.

Then, I demand that she tells me why the fuck she’s staying with him. He’s abusive as shit, and there is no reason any woman should allow what she does, especially a sweet person like her.

Jessa tells me about her past, about not knowing her father, and how her mother left when she was fifteen. She explains that Trent’s parents took her in so that she didn’t get thrown into the system. I shake my head, knowing that this guy is totally manipulating her.

“So, because his parents cared for you, you think you deserve to be treated like shit by their spoiled ass brat of a kid?” I ask. It's truth talk and I’m not really one to mince words, so I tell her like it is.

“You don’t understand. Without them, I would have been put into foster care, sent God only knows where. It’s not like our town had a lot of people willing to take in a teenager,” she attempts to explain as if that makes the way he treats her okay.

I tell Jessa a little about my childhood. I admit that my father left when I was a baby, that I was raised by my siblings and my single mother, then I tell her about my sister, Lola, and how her relationship with her ex-husband turned from bad to really fucking ugly. She tries to tell me that this is the first time Trent’s ever manhandled her and I shake my head.

“You’re not going to listen to me, are you?” I sigh.

I watch as she pulls out her books and begins to study. “I listened, and I hear what you’re saying. I have it under control,” she lies.

“I’ll be here as long as you’ll let me,” I state quietly.

My eyes stay on her for another brief second before I give up. I gather all of my shower stuff and quietly leave her to her studying. I want to help her, but I also know that you can’t force your help on people.

My phone sounds with a notification as I finish getting dressed. It’s a girl from my art history class, Shari. She tells me that it’s Sexy Saturday at Huskies, also known as ladies' night. I’ve never gone out with her, or her friends, but she seems really nice in class. I could use some new friends since Alison and her girls are definitely not who I need to be associating with.

Making my way back to my room, I glance at Jessa who is dutifully studying. “Hey, I got invited to ladies' night at the eighteen and over club, would you like to join?”

She drops her head slightly, then turns to face me, a sadness in her eyes. “I can’t,” she whispers. I nod and turn toward my own studies. If I work hard for the next several hours, then I can totally slack off tonight.

Once my homework is finished for Monday morning, I get dressed for the club. I think about wearing something super sexy, but then I decide that there’s nobody I want to impress there so I opt for something less obvious.

I grab a pair of really holey and distressed skinny jeans, then throw on an extremely wide neck, loose fitting top. Slipping my feet into a pair of silver high heels I apply a little makeup and brush my hair. I glance over at Jessa one last time and shake my head. I wish she would come out, a girl’s night would do her some good. She works too hard, studies too hard, and her boyfriend is a dick. She needs some fun in her life. With a sigh, I grab my small clutch and head out to meet Shari.

My phone beeps and I grab it expecting to see a text from Shari. My mouth curves into a huge smile when I find that it’s from Thomas.

I almost squeal at the question. I want to tell him yes, but I don’t want to ditch Shari or her friends either. When I arrive at our meeting place I see her, and a couple girls standing with her. They wave me over and I shoot Thomas a quick reply.

Shoving my phone back in my purse, Shari begins to introduce me to her friends and we head toward the club. It doesn’t take us long to get there and I find that Shari’s friends seem much sweeter than Alison’s group. They’re easy to talk to and funny. By the time we make it to the club, my stomach aches from laughing so hard.

The music is blaring when I enter the club. When Ines texted me and said this is where she was spending the evening, my first reaction was surprise, then anger. I don’t know why it pissed me off. No, that’s a lie, I know exactly why it pissed me off.

All I could imagine were the men there, staring, and then dancing with her—touching her. I didn’t want another man’s hands on her, not ever again. I got my ass up, dressed, and that’s why I’m here listening to the blaring-assed music.

My eyes search the dance floor first, looking for that shock of black hair, that I’ve come to know is attached to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. It doesn’t take me long to find her, she’s shaking her ass in the middle of the dance floor, a huge smile on her face. She’s with some other girls, but I see the vultures swirling around them, waiting to pounce.

I want to march over to her. I want to take her and dance with her, but I can’t. This entire club is surrounded by students. I don’t often come into the open dance floor when I visit here, choosing to stay in the twenty-one and over area where there is less of a chance of seeing a current student of mine.

Everything that has already happened between me and Ines could get my ass fired, the last thing I need is for some loudmouth student to see us and bring our relationship up to my superiors.

Backing away from the lights of the dance floor I make my way toward the wall next to the bathrooms. Hopefully, she’ll have to use them sooner, rather than later. I can’t take my eyes off of her, trying to keep my shit locked up tight, as men watch her dance with the group of girls.

Thankfully, she puts me out of my torture two songs later and begins to make her way toward me. When she’s within arm’s reach, I slip my hand around her belly, tugging her back against my chest. Her entire body stiffens so I lean forward and talk in her ear.

“Hey, angel eyes.” She almost sags against me.

Her arm lifts and wraps around the back of my neck while her body begins to sway. Her ass is nestled perfectly against my cock and one little shake of her hips causes me to harden completely. Pressing my lips to the side of her neck, I taste her salty skin with my tongue. I moan, never had I tasted anything as perfect as her before.

“Thomas,” she exclaims. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. “You came.”

I give her a shake of my head. “No way in fuck would I just accept that text, and not come down here to see you dance,” I say loud enough for her to hear over the music.

She turns around in my arms and I groan when her legs straddle my thigh. She keeps her hands around my neck, and I wrap mine around her hips. She gives me a devilish grin and begins to dance, her hot center pressing, and grinding against my jean-clad thigh.

“You’re starting trouble,” I groan as I watch her tits bounce beneath her loose-fitting shirt.

Ines leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “My ass can cash whatever trouble I cause,” she murmurs.

It takes every fucking thing inside of me not to throw her over my shoulder and march out of the bar with her. I don’t. I move one of my hands to fist in her hair while her lower half moves and tortures me. “Can it, angel eyes? Are you sure?” I growl.

A slow smile appears on her lips before she speaks. “Only from you, Thomas,” she practically breathes.

Shaking my head, I give her a smile. Her chest moves up and down with her exerted breathing and I can’t wait to see what her bare tits look like when she’s breathing this hard.

Last night I tried as hard as I could to be a gentleman, and I succeeded, only barely. Tonight, it won’t be happening. I barely held on last night, and with her hot pussy pressed against my thigh, all my gentlemanly resistance is out of the fucking window.

“We’re leaving, now,” I state. “I’ll meet you outside.”

Her soft pink lips tip in a small smile and her tongue peeks out to taste them. I’ve never been so fucking jealous of a tongue before in my life. It’s hard, but I release my hold on her, long enough to see her run over to her girlfriends.

Against everything inside of me, I turn away from her and walk out of the club. I wait down the street, away from the line of students who are trying to get inside. It doesn’t surprise me that Ines, nor her friends, didn’t have to wait in that long line. I’m sure the bouncer saw her coming from a mile away. I’m unexplainably jealous. I don’t want any other man looking at her, and yet, I can’t completely have her. I’m fucking irrational.

She appears at my side just a few moments later and I take her hand in mine. I tighten my grip and try not to sprint toward my car, dragging her behind me. I know that my gait is long, and she’s struggling to keep up as we arrive closer toward my Beemer. I want her away from this street and underneath me.

When we finally arrive at my car, I shuffle her inside. When I slam the door, realization washes over me. Where in the fuck am I going to take her? I know that I can’t take her to my home, to my bed, I’m obviously a fucking asshole for cheating, but I’m not that much of an asshole. I can’t take her to her own place because she lives in the dorms. My only other option is a hotel, and although that makes me feel like a dick, it’s the only thing I can come up with.

Luckily, since we’re near campus, there are a ton of hotels in the area. I drive toward the Embassy Suites, and as soon as I reach the entrance, I ignore it and keep going. I cannot take her to a fucking hotel.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Thomas,” she practically moans, her voice deep and so fucking sexy. I speed toward my house, knowing that it’s probably a terrible idea.

When we arrive, I hurry out of the car, helping her out as well. She presses her chest against mine, her lips meeting my own and I take over, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and tasting her—devouring her. Maybe we won’t even make it inside? I groan, taking a step back, knowing that she’s worth more than a quick fuck against my car.

I wrap my hand around hers and guide her into the house. I don’t take her to my bedroom, though. I can’t. It would be disrespectful not only to Danielle but to her as well.

Instead, I guide her toward my guest room. It’s where I sleep if Danielle is home and doesn’t want to be bothered by me. I’m the only person who has ever slept in the bed, until tonight.

Once we’re inside, I don’t bother turning the lights on, all I want to do is feel her naked flesh against my hands. I want to touch, kiss, and lick her entire body. I want to make her come again, and again. My mouth meets hers and I fill her with my tongue. Tugging her shirt out of her jeans my fingertips gently glide over her stomach. I feel her muscles tighten against my touch.

“I need you to touch me, everywhere, Thomas,” she whispers.

Pressing my forehead against hers. “I need that too,” I rasp.

I grip her top in my hands and pull it over her head, dropping it to the side and my eyes take in her body. The moon is glowing through the window and I can see the outline of the curves of her breasts.

Reaching out, I use my fingertip to just barely touch her. I can feel when her skin breaks out in goosebumps.

“Thomas,” she breathes.

Reaching around her, I unhook her bra and drag it down her arms. I don’t back away from her, even though I want to touch her a little more. Dipping my chin, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps and arches closer toward me. I open my mouth a bit wider, taking more of her, and licking her sweet skin.

Unbuttoning her jeans, I push them down along with her panties as far as I can without releasing her tit from my mouth. When I reach between her legs, I let out a groan at how wet she already is for me—just for me. Her hips jerk with my caress and her fingers grasp even tighter in my hair. She lets out a long moan when I finally fill her tight pussy with two fingers.

Ines rolls her hips, as my fingers move inside of her, and my palm presses against her clit. I work her other tit with my mouth, my tongue swirling and my teeth scraping her nipple as I continue to pump and curl my fingers inside of her.

“Oh my God, I’m close,” she announces, although she sounds a bit surprised.

Then her hips begin to wildly search for her release and wetness floods my hand as she comes, hard, on my fingers. My teeth clamp down around her nipple just as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I let her ride her orgasm before I remove my hand from between her legs and take a step back.

“Lie down,” I murmur, lifting my chin toward the bed.

I don’t watch her; too afraid I won’t be able to finish taking my own clothes off before I pound inside of her. Quickly, I remove all of my clothes and then turn around. She’s got the comforter pulled back and she’s leaning, her back propped against the headboard, completely naked and waiting for me.

“Spread your legs,” I demand as I move my hand toward my aching cock.

I squeeze the head and gently stroke myself, trying to relieve some of the ache. Ines slowly spreads her thighs. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that she’s not completely bare. She has a very groomed, sexy as shit patch of hair right on her mound. I lift my eyes to hers, finding her face tinted pink and clear uncertainty in her gaze.

“You’re so goddamn sexy, Ines. I’ve never seen a woman quite as beautiful as you from head to toe. Even your pussy is sexy as fuck,” I admit.

She lets out a nervous laugh at that and rolls her eyes.

“Touch it for me, angel eyes, show me what you like,” I grunt.

Her top teeth sink into her bottom lip and she shakes her head. “I’ve never, not in front of anyone,” she admits.

It doesn’t surprise me, but that sweet innocence she’s got going on only makes my cock ache even harder to be inside of her.

“Next time then, now, I need to taste,” I announce.

She gasps as I crawl up the bed, throwing her legs over my shoulders. “Thomas,” she warns trying to close her legs. I don’t allow her, keeping her spread wide with my shoulders, and then inhaling her sexy scent.

“You smell so fucking fantastic,” I growl before I lean in and lick her entire slit. My fingertip grazes the patch of hair she’s sporting. “And this, fucking shit, Ines. This is so fucking hot.”

She rakes her fingers in my hair and tugs my head back. “Mama always told me good girls didn’t shave everything,” she says with a grin.

I chuckle at her words. “Damn right. You’re going to be bad for me though, aren’t you angel eyes? A bad girl for just me?” I ask, arching a brow.

She lets out a smirk. “Yeah Papi, just for you.”

I growl, loving the way she said papi with the way she naturally rolls her letters and I dive into her pussy, tongue first. I eat her like a starving man who has been starving for a lifetime. She tastes that good, and the little noises she’s making, are about to send me over the edge. I fuck her with my mouth, no holds barred, until she’s writhing and screaming above me.

Only when her body becomes limp, do I wrap my hands around her waist and tug her down the bed a bit. Pressing my cock against her pussy, I close my eyes.

I should stop right now, and grab a condom, I think, as I slowly sink into her scorching tight heat. I decide that I’ll do it after a couple pumps. She feels so fucking good, I want to just enjoy how snug and wet she is wrapped around me.

“Oh, holy shit,” she gasps as her eyes widen.

I feel the same way. She’s so fucking tight, I almost ask her if she’s a virgin, except I don’t feel any barrier when I am completely seated inside of her. She hitches her legs up higher on my waist, and I groan as I fall a little deeper inside of her.

“You’re so fucking big,” she moans.

I don’t move, allowing her body to adjust to me, not wishing to hurt her, trying not to let her words boost my ego so big that my head fills the entire room.

One time inside of her will not be enough, I want to do this again, and possibly every day, it feels that fucking good. I run my nose alongside hers and press my lips against her mouth. “You feel amazing, Ines. Never has it felt like this before,” I breathe. All thoughts of condoms drifting away.

“Thomas, I need you to move,” she whispers against my mouth.

With a grunt, I slowly slide out of her, leaving just the head before I glide back inside, grinding my pelvis against her clit. She gasps and her eyes widen when I do that, and I feel like a fucking conqueror, like an emperor. I repeat the move, Ines groans this time and lifts her hips to meet mine.

It doesn’t take long before I’m on edge, her pussy is too tight, and I’m about to come inside of her. I want her to come again, no, I need her to come again. I need to feel her cunt squeeze my dick, I need her to strangle me.

Picking up my pace, I begin to fuck her a little harder and a little faster, still grinding my pelvis against her clit. I love the way her eyes widen every time I do that, as though it’s the first time. She moves beneath me, her head tipped back and her eyes closed as she searches for her release. I know she’s close, her noises are now embedded in my brain.

“I’m going to come again, Thomas, oh shit,” she cries.

Her head tips up and her eyes pop open, so brown and so wide. Then, her mouth opens and she lets out the longest cry I’ve ever heard as her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight that it almost hurts my cock. Instead of slowing down or stopping, I rear back and slam into her. It only takes a couple thrusts before I’m letting my own groan from my climax fill the room.

I collapse against her warm, soft body. “That was so amazing,” she breathes as her fingernails gently glide up and down my body.

Lifting my head from her chest, I cup her cheek, running my nose alongside hers. “It was fucking perfect, Ines. You’re perfect.”

Her eyes water slightly and she shakes her head. I don’t let her speak though, my lips press against hers and with my cock half-hard inside of her, I kiss her with everything that I am. I don’t know what I’m going to do. She’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I am so fucked.