Mathewson
The weekend flew, and now I’m sitting here ten minutes early for Economics to start. I queue up my computer and log in to the Beta Kappa Nu auction and there she is. I find her profile right away. She might have used a pseudonym and it might only be an image of half her face, but I’d know those lips anywhere. I feel instantaneously sick. I can’t make the concert happen and now I won’t even be around for the closing bids. The longer I stare at her profile, the more the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach turns to anger.
There is no way in hell my girl is auctioning off her virginity. I’ll have someone else run my bids for me, but no other guy is touching her. Ever. Fuck that. Just seeing her face on this makes me fucking livid.
I slam my computer shut and will myself to calm down. Five guys have driven up the bid on her to over two hundred dollars. I had no idea this whole thing would piss me off this much. It just goes to show I care for Caroline far more than I allowed myself to believe.
Five minutes go by before she walks in the door. All the air is sucked from the room.
Her head is lowered to the ground, but as she walks past me, she lifts her chin and offers me a small smile. Damn, is she beautiful and that pisses me off even more. Of course, she’ll go for a high bid. She’s fucking gorgeous.
The professor comes in and rattles off something that I don’t even hear because I’m too busy thinking about her and another guy’s hands all over her. I’m seeing red.
“Hey. Hey,” I hear again. I look up to see Caroline staring down at me. “We’ve been paired together for a project. The professor dismissed class and told us to get started on it.” Caroline’s smile is wide, but I can’t return it. It’s not her fault, but my anger is quickly becoming misplaced.
I’m angry at her sorority. I’m angry at her for agreeing. I want to hunt down the five guys who bid on her, but mostly, I’m angry at myself for not knowing when I’m going to find time to hold this fund-raiser that I agreed to. It’s a no-win situation and I’m struggling to contain my rage. Not much gets me riled up, but the protective instincts I have for her are coming out in full force.
“Everything okay?” she asks with doe eyes.
I nod, afraid that I might explode.
“Ooookay,” she says, clearly not buying it. “You want to head to the library?”
“Yeah,” I say gruffly. Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t say another word. I grab my things and stand, motioning for her to go ahead. We walk for a few minutes in silence, headed toward the library, when she finally speaks.
“What’s going on? You’re acting strange.”
“Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.”
She bites her bottom lip, looking uneasy and it makes me feel like a complete ass. I can’t be angry at her for this. If my band decided to do something ridiculous for a good cause, I’d go with it, too. We’re a team and so is Beta Kappa Nu.
“Listen, I need to talk to you,” I start, but she butts in.
“I overheard that guy talking to you about another concert the same night as the auction. I’m not angry. I completely understand. I know it’s your chance at a big break,” she rambles.
I grab her hand, wanting to make things better. “I’m so sorry you overheard that. I wanted to tell you myself, Caroline. I can’t help feeling like I’m letting you down.”
I hang my head. I’m in a no-win situation. My future in music rides on this concert.
“Nah. I mean, we hardly know each other anyway, right?” I frown, not loving where this conversation is going.
“What’s that about? I feel like we know each other a little bit better than you’re making it out to be. What happened between us wasn’t just a random thing, Caroline. I care about you.”
She shuffles back and forth on her feet, looking uncomfortable. “You know what I mean. It’s your dream and you need to go for it. I’d never get in the way of that.”
Such a strange thing for her to say, and stranger yet, I want to tell her I’d choose her.
But I don’t, because that would be fucking stupid. We haven’t known each other long enough for me to feel that way. Right?
We make it into the library and find a seat. “I’m going to go look for a couple of books that we can use for research,” she says, walking toward the stacks.
I watch her go, and something inside me panics. Why? I have no idea. She’s just going for books, but something tells me I need to make her see how much I like her. I can’t let her push me away. I sit there for a couple of minutes, hating this awkwardness that we’ve gotten into. I have to end it.
I stand up and stalk after her. She’s up on her toes reaching for a book when I sneak up behind her. I step up so I’m flush against her back. Reaching up, my fingers slide against hers. I grab the book, bring it down, and she turns around so she’s facing me.
“What if you weren’t a virgin? Would they still make you do the auction?”
“Mathewson?” she says like a question.
“Would they?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not sure. I’d still have to find a way to contribute. And—”
I lean in and seal my lips to hers, cutting off her words. Her hands come up into my hair, and a moan escapes me. I pull her tighter against me. Our kisses become frenzied as our tongues collide. I’m so entrenched in her, I completely forget that we’re in the middle of the library. My hands roam her curves, and fuck if I’m not hard as stone. When a throat clears behind us, I hardly register it.
“Excuse me, but this is not a brothel. Take your shenanigans elsewhere.” I turn to see the elderly librarian shooting daggers in our direction. Caroline’s cheeks are aflame, and I have to fight to keep the smile off my face. I couldn’t care less about getting caught, but I don’t want her to feel embarrassed, and she clearly is.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. We can finish this at my place,” I say, grabbing her hand and leading her away from the scowling woman.
My plan might be bone-headed, and Caroline might smack me across the face, but I want her. I want all of her. For as long as I can.
* * *
“Oh, my God, that was so embarrassing,” Caroline says, mortified as we enter my bedroom and close the door on the world.
“What? You’ve never gotten caught making out?” I tease.
“No,” she deadpans. “Never.”
God, this girl will be the death of me. Knowing this is a first for her, even if she’s embarrassed, does things to me I can’t explain.
“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to get you caught.”
She chuckles. “Oh, it was worth it.”
“Come here,” I say, pulling her onto my bed.
I kiss her, but tenderly. I don’t want her to think I brought her back to my house to take advantage of her. Whatever happens between us will be mutually decided.
“I want you to be my girl. Officially.”
She sits up. “What?”
“We haven’t really talked about what this is, but I’m telling you now, you’re mine. I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”
“Yours?” she says quietly, as though she’s testing out the word.
“Mine,” I emphasize the word, leaving little room for argument. I felt the way she kissed me. She feels the same way for me, too.
“I like that,” she agrees. “But I really need to talk to you, Matt. It’s about the auction.”
I narrow my eyes, hoping to God she isn’t still planning on doing it.
“Caroline.”
She sits up on her knees. “Hear me out. I’ve dreamed about being with you all semester, Mathewson, but there is something you need to know.”
My brow quirks.
“In high school I dated a guy for two years. He was a senior when I was a sophomore. I thought I loved him.”
I already hate this conversation. The thought of her having those kinds of feelings for another guy have my blood boiling. It’s ridiculous.
“I’m not a virgin.”
Her words stop me cold. Did I hear her right? Her hands cover her eyes and I know I heard her correctly.
“Why... How are you doing the auction?”
“We made a virginity pact at bid night. I lied.”
I remove her hands from her face, wanting to try to read her better. “Why did you lie?”
“It was important to the sorority. I had sex with one guy. Someone I thought I loved. He hurt me.”
“How did he hurt you?” I grit through my teeth. If he forced himself on her, I’ll kill him.
“No. No. He didn’t force me into anything. I wanted to. I thought we’d get married, Matt. But he left for college and shortly after, he broke up with me. I was devastated.”
I relax marginally, but the thought of her being sad still has me on edge.
“After that, I swore off men and put all my efforts into studying. I haven’t slept with anyone since. What if they find out I lied? I don’t want them to think they can’t trust me. I don’t want them to think that I’m a liar.” A tear falls down her cheek and I reach out and swipe it away.
“Tell me what I can do, Caroline. I’ll do anything for you. If I have to have the entire campus bid on you for me, I’ll find a way.”
“There’s nothing to do. I have to own up to my mistake and face the consequences.” She sounds so defeated.
“Hey,” I say, raising her eyes to meet mine. “It’s nobody’s business who you have sex with or when you do. That’s a personal decision, and if they can’t accept that, then they aren’t worth having as friends.”
“It’s not just them I’m concerned about. I lied to you, too.”
I pull her into me, hugging her tight. “You did nothing wrong. If I’m honest, I wouldn’t have wanted to know. I’d prefer you never know my history.”
She groans. “Yes, let’s not talk about it.”
I chuckle. “Agreed.”
“What am I going to do, Matt? I don’t want to let them down.”
I sigh, trying to work out something in my head that could help. All the while, my hands work their way up and down the curves of her body. Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, my dick hardens. I can’t help it. She’s perfection under my fingertips.
“We could tell them I took your virginity and as payment, I’ll do a concert in a month or two. It’s not like they won’t still need the money.”
She looks up. “I don’t want you to lie for me, Matt. It’s not fair.”
I laugh. “What isn’t fair about it? It’s not like it would be a hardship having guys know you’re taken.”
“Or you could claim my newfound virginity,” she says, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. I gulp, suddenly feeling warm and hungry.
“You’re sure? Really sure?”
She nods.
“Use your words, Caroline. I don’t want to misread this situation.” My words are barely contained. The idea of having her, right now, is threatening to undo me.
“I want you, Mathewson. Please.”
She’ll never beg me for anything. Anything she wants, it’s hers.
I pull her down on top of me and sear her with a kiss that’s meant to remind her whose girl she is. Mine. From this moment on.
I pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her hands go behind her back, undoing her bra and baring her breasts. My breath hitches at the sight. Leaning forward, she comes close enough for me to take a nipple into my mouth. Her moans promise to end me quickly. Sliding her pants down her legs, I groan when I find she’s gone commando.
“You’re killing me,” I say into her neck.
Rolling her over onto her back, my eyes roam her amazing body. Every inch is toned and begging to be explored. My lips start at the curve of her neck and make a trail downward across each of her breasts, further down her tight abs, stopping just above her hip bones.
“Spread your legs, Caroline,” I order, and she obeys.
My tongue runs a trail to her pussy, eager to taste her. With one swipe of my tongue she’s wriggling, and with another, she’s begging for more. Several laps at her wet folds and she’s convulsing under my tongue. I devour every last drop of her, needing to be inside of her.
“Are you sure?” I ask one final time, while I grab a condom.
“Yes,” she pants.
Rolling it over my hard dick, I spread her folds until she’s wide-open to me. I place my head at her entrance, knowing that from this moment on, everything between us changes. She’s mine. With one quick thrust I’m inside. She moans, which pushes me to continue.
“Oh, God. P-please more,” she begs as I slowly drag my cock out and let it hover at the entrance. Her hips lift, pulling me deeper inside her.
With that, I pump harder. Faster. Eager to give her everything she wants. Picking her hips up with my hand, I have her angled just the way I want. My dick throbs as she squeezes it, milking it of precome. She swivels underneath me, showing me how desperate she is to find release. I love it.
I love the sounds she makes, so I pull out again and wait for her groan of displeasure. When she answers me with a long primal moan I then let myself slip back inside her.
In. Out. In. Out.
Her hips push back as I thrust myself inside her. As her breathing becomes frantic I place my finger on her clit and massage her in time with my cock. I’m so close. I need her to fall over the edge. I press harder and firmer against her clit with one hand as my left hand moves to her breast, palming it and tweaking the nipple until she’s mewling and begging for more.
My thrusts become harder, deeper. We’re moving in sync, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. Her tits bounce as I fuck her, and I can’t hold it anymore. I increase my speed until I feel her pussy flutter around me. I release everything I’ve got into her tight pussy and she rides me until I’m thoroughly spent.
I collapse on top of her, panting and sweating. My lips meet hers, and we share an intimate kiss. Looking down at Caroline, it hits me. I might not be her first, but she’ll be my last.