Chapter 1: Flynn

University of Oklahoma 2007

My hands drifted along her waist even as her lips brushed against mine. She was magnetic, that Chelsea of mine, and I felt my jeans tighten as my hands slowly drifted up her shirt. She pressed into me and bent her body backward, and I could feel her hard nipples underneath the cloth of her shirt while her lips trailed down my neck. We plummeted to her bed, nothing but limbs and fabrics flying in all sorts of directions, and I could smell the scent of lavender waft through the air.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I couldn’t wait to feel her silkiness on my tongue.

Her hips were thick with the strength of riding horses all her life, and moved my body quickly downward towards her panty line and tugged away at the fabric. I slung her legs over my shoulders while my tongue drew its memory along her swollen core, and she pulled on my hair, trying to bring me closer and closer to her body. She shook and writhed underneath my hands as they trapped her on the bed, and strings of obscenities that fell from those innocent lips shocked even my ears.

“Fuck, Flynn.”

“Please. Please don’t fucking stop. I’ll do anything.”

Her breathless cries spurred me on, and I realized I’d be anything she wanted me to be. I’d wake her up with rolling orgasms and pin her to the wall when she needed to be set straight. I’d take her up on every promise she made while chasing her orgasmic high, and I’d ride her bucking body all the way into the sunset if it meant I could feel her strong legs shaking uncontrollably along the stubble of my cheeks.

Her breathless comments antagonized my throbbing cock, and when I finally felt her fall over the edge, with her hands clutching my hair and her legs shaking around my head, I reached down and pulled my cock free from my boxers. It ached against the cool sheets of the bed, thick with the desire to feel her, and I reared back onto my heels and surveyed her trembling body before one word flew from my lips.

“Anything?”

Her half-hooded eyes connected with mine, and I gasped for air while her body slowly spiraled her back to earth. Out of all the women I’d ever been with, she was the only one who threw her entire being into sex, and it was addicting how powerful she could make me feel. Her earth-shattering orgasms always left her weak and pliable in my hands, and I knew exactly how I wanted her tonight.

Exactly how I wanted her every night for the rest of my life.

I laid myself down on her body and propped myself up on my hands, and my thick shaft slowly rubbed up and down her swollen and sensitive folds before I slowly slid into her. She met my eyes while her body trembled in my wake, with her milky skin that held a burning passion between her legs, and the flush that spread over her chest when I bottomed out into her tight core complimented the raging blue of her eyes.

I thrust into her slowly, watching the frustration cascade over her features with a grin on my face. She was mine. Chelsea August was wholly and entirely mine, and I was never going to let her forget it. Our skin slapped together in the darkness of my dorm room, and my balls hit the crook of her ass when she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I lifted myself up onto my knees and unhooked her legs before I tossed them over my shoulders, and I could tell by the way her eyes widened that things were about to get interesting.

I folded her in half and laid my body weight onto her hamstrings, trapping her underneath my body. I wanted her immobile, forced to take the pleasure I was drilling into her body while she raked her nails up and down my arms. Her dirty obscenities devolved into mindless drones while her jaw hung open, and I thrust my tongue between her sweet, pillowy lips and swallowed every single groan that wafted up from her stomach. I felt her fingernails raking down the muscles in my back, and my hips snapped against hers so hard the bed was knocking against the wall.

She could draw any pattern she wanted with those nails, so long as it was my body she was drawing them on.

“You’re mine,” I grunted. “And you’re beautiful.”

“Fuck, Flynn. Oh… yes. Right there. Right there. Right-”

My hips stuttered just as her walls gave way to my cock. They fluttered around my dick, milking my body for everything I could give her, and I filled her core with the essence of myself. I choked her name into the nighttime air while our cap and gowns fluttered with the air conditioning on the floor, and the only thing I could think was how I wanted to do this.

This was how I wanted to end every day for the rest of my days… buried inside of Chelsea as her body gave its control over to me.

I could smell our scents entangling with one another while the sweat from our bodies dripped onto each other’s skin, and as she slid her legs from my shoulders, I watched her body shudder while I slowly pulled out from between her legs.

My body felt naked when it wasn’t pressed against hers.

I held her entire being close to me that night. We didn’t bother cleaning up, and we didn’t bother showering, we simply stared into each other’s eyes before I finally watched her fall asleep. We’d reached the end of the road of our childhood and were about to venture out into the cold world of adulthood, and I thought back to our graduation ceremony that morning and how proud I was when I heard them call her name.

My Chelsea was nestled safely in my arms, and she had graduated college when no one else thought she would.

But I woke up that morning to an empty bed, and she was nowhere to be found. No water was running, no breakfast was being begged for, and no lights were on in the dorm room. There wasn’t even a note scrawled out to give me any sort of inclination as to where she had run off to.

And just like that, my Chelsea was gone. No rhyme, no reason, no explanation, and no apology. She took what she wanted, Chelsea gave what she could, and she left before sunrise.

And she dumped my heart at the entrance to my dorm room before she’d left.