Spin The Bottle: A college romance (Campus Games Book 2)
Spin The Bottle: A college romance: Chapter 33

Aiden

This poisonous candy that tastes like crap should be illegal, but if it makes my girlfriend happy then so be it.

When I push open the door to her apartment, she’s on the couch, snuggled up with a blanket up to her neck. She looks so adorable. It takes her a minute to realize I’m here and when she does, she smiles at me.

Jesus. Fuck. Prettiest sight I’ve ever been lucky enough to see. I remember when she wouldn’t even smile at me, I remember when just the roll of her eyes would have me grinning—it still does—but now that beautiful smile is my favorite thing ever.

“Hey, gorgeous.” I shut the door behind me, letting out an oomph when she attacks me, wrapping her arms around me. “Jesus,” I wheeze. “I’ve been gone two days.”

She shakes her head. “Way too long.”

I agree. Going to Boston for a game was fun, even better when we won, but knowing Leila wouldn’t be there, when she’s usually at all my games put a downer on the whole experience. I couldn’t wait to go back to my hotel room and call her, which ended in us having amazing phone sex as my congratulations. It made winning all that much sweeter.

I pull back, cupping her face in my hand and staring into those lime green eyes that I fell in love with. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she whispers back, leaning in for a kiss. Her lips brush against mine and I squeeze her waist, pulling her into me. Missed her. She flinches when a crinkling noise startles her and I laugh, pulling back and holding out her favorite—albeit disgusting—candy.

“Got you something.” She narrows her eyes at me but I ignore it, holding it out to her. She gives up, letting out a sigh and takes it from me. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to prove to her that I can take care of her. I hate that she worries about my financial situation. I don’t want it to be a burden on us. I’ll gladly go completely broke and take whatever bullshit my brothers give me, if it means she’ll be happy and taken care of. I’ll do anything for this girl.

She flips the package, scanning along the back. My brows furrow, letting out a laugh. “What are you doing?” It doesn’t take me long to figure it out which makes my smile fall. “Fuck no.” I grab the package from her, watching as her eyes widen at me. “None of that.”

I’ll be damned if I let her look at calories or care about any of that shit. I rip open the package, walking over to the kitchen and drop it in a bowl, throwing the package away in the trash. “There,” I tell her, pushing the bowl towards her. “Now you can eat whatever you want without worrying about how many calories is in it.”

Her cheeks blush, a tint of red coating them when she realizes I noticed what she was doing. I’ll spend the rest of my life telling her and showing her that she’s the most beautiful woman to me. She takes a couple out of the bowl, dropping it in her mouth and I smile, rubbing my jaw, my eyes dropping to her figure, curvy and soft just how I fucking like her. “Have you eaten today?”

She rolls her eyes. It still manages to make me hard. “Yes,” she replies.

“What did you have?” I ask her.

She laughs. “Really?” I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow, waiting for her answer. She finally gives in, letting out a sigh. “I had a baked potato with cheese and broccoli.” She presses her lips together giving me an annoyed smile. Don’t care. It’s still a smile.

I grin, walking over to her and lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “Good girl. Glad to see you’re taking care of yourself.” My eyes drop to the shirt she’s wearing… my shirt. “Is that mine?” I ask her, lifting the hem of my dark red t-shirt.

She eyes me. “I missed you.”

I let out a laugh, my stomach fluttering. “Feel free to wear all my clothes,” I tell her, burying my face in her neck, pressing my lips against her skin. “Every last one of them.” I love seeing her wear my shirt.

“You smell good,” she murmurs against me. My body breaks out into goosebumps when I feel her hands on my chest over my t-shirt. Love her. “Did you just come from the gym?”

“Yeah,” I reply, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Coach has been busting my ass.” After the game I threw at the start of the season, he’s been watching me, making sure I don’t make any more mistakes like that.

“It’s okay,” she coos. “You just need more practice. Not all of us can be as good as me,” she teases.

I grin, looking down at her gorgeous face. I’m so gone for this girl. So fucking gone. Can’t believe it’s already been over two weeks since she agreed to be mine. “Really? Want a rematch?” I ask her, lifting a brow. “Last time I remembered, you flinched when I threw the ball at you.”

She scrunches her nose, shaking her head. “I’ve changed.”

I laugh. “You have?”

She nods. “Yeah. I have a boyfriend now.”

I’ll never get sick of hearing her say that. From the commitment-phobe herself, it’s the best feeling in the world knowing she wants me.

“You do?” I tighten my hold on her waist, running my hands over her hips. She nods, her lips tipping up in a smile. “And what would he say if he caught you with me?”

She grins, mischievously. “He wouldn’t like that.”

“No?”

She shakes her head, standing up on her tiptoes until she’s right in front of me. “He said no one touches me but him.”

I let out a groan. “That’s fucking right.” I bring my lips to hers, kissing my girlfriend. “Missed you,” I murmur between kisses.

“Missed you.” She pulls back to take a breath, her hands gripping my hair. “You look so handsome.”

My god I love her. I want to say it all the fucking time. Is it too early? It’s probably too early. Definitely. I kiss her again instead, the words stuffed in the back of my throat threatening to come out.

“I wish I knew you were coming,” she mumbles into the kiss. “I would have put on some makeup or something.”

I frown, pulling back. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like you don’t know you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” Her eyes soften and she shakes her head but before she can try to deny it, I interrupt her. “I’ve seen you with your face painted green, Leila. I’ve seen you in pajamas, in little shorts, in underwear, in nothing. And every version is just as fucking gorgeous as the next.”

Her lips part and I really wish I knew what she was thinking. I brush her chocolate brown hair behind her ear, running my thumb over her face. “You want me to compliment you?” I lean in, pressing my lips to her cheek. “You’re sexy.”

She groans. “Ugh, I hate that word.”

I chuckle, leaning down to leave a kiss on her other cheek. “You’re hot.”

“Nope.”

I pull back, my lips twitching. “You’re picky.”

Her eyebrow raises. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

I shake my head, laughing. “How about this? You.” I kiss her cheek. “Are.” I kiss her jaw. “So.” I leave a hot kiss on her lips. “Fucking beautiful.”

Her breathing picks up, her chest rising. “Better,” she grits out.

“You’re a hard woman to please.” I kiss her one more time. “Luckily I love pleasing you.”

“Yeah?” she says lust coating her eyes. “How much?”

“So much, baby.” Being a boyfriend is so cool. There are so many boyfriend privileges. Like calling her sappy nicknames she claims to hate but secretly loves, like being able to kiss her whenever I want, and being able to tell everyone I have a girlfriend. It’s the best and I’m glad I didn’t have it with anyone before her.

I grab her hand and rush us to the bedroom. The minute the door shuts, I peel my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes eat me up and I love it every time. “I want it off,” I grit out, grabbing the hem of my shirt that looks better on her than it ever did on me. “All of it.”

She rips the shirt off and I groan when I see she isn’t wearing a bra. Her pants go next, leaving her standing in her room in nothing but a pair of gray, cotton panties. I let out a groan when I see her gray panties with a dark, wet patch. And then they go next.

I grab her waist and pull her into me, laughing when she yelps. She might have an attitude when we’re in public, but she loves letting me control her in the bedroom. I slam my mouth against hers, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, a moan rumbling out of her. Feels so good.

“Get on the bed, Leila.” I don’t even recognize my voice, it’s thick and gravelly, consumed with lust. She sits on the edge and I part her legs, teasing her entrance with my middle finger. “So wet.”

I lay her back, spreading her legs even wider and lean in, my tongue replaces her swollen clit and I flick it until she moans, dropping her head back. I lap her up like she’s my favorite meal, my tongue teasing her. She’s so sensitive, it doesn’t take me long until she’s shaking and grinding against my face, coming all over my tongue.

I pull back when she’s spent and wipe my chin, grinning at the sight of her spread open and wet for me. My boxers replace themselves on the floor, and when she looks at my dick, licking her lips, I groan. I want her mouth on me, but there’s something I want more.

There’s one thing we haven’t done yet that I’m dying to, so when she starts to scoot back, I shake my head and pull her off the bed, taking her place instead. Her lips part when I wrap my fingers around my cock and give it a slow, hard stroke, the pleasure curling up my spine. “Get up here.”

“Aiden.” Her eyes widen when she realizes what I want her to do. “I’ll crush you.”

I snort. “Not even close.”

“Aiden,” she says again, shaking her head.

I know her insecurities must be rambling away in that pretty head of hers, but nothing is sexier than the image of Leila impaled on my cock. “I want you to ride me.” A hot breath leaves me when I watch her tongue run over her bottom lip, staring at my hand over my cock. So hot.

Uncertainty floods her eyes but when she sees how bad I want her, how much I need her, she walks over, climbing on the bed.

Yes.

She lifts her leg, straddling me on the bed, wrapping her arms around my neck and kisses me. The tip of my cock nudges her pussy, and she moans into my mouth, lowering herself and grinding her clit against my dick. Oh fuck. I pull back, both of us looking down at where she’s coating my dick with her wetness. Jesus. “Sit on my cock, Leila.”

She stares at me, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and then lifts onto her knees, settling above me, positioning us so we align just perfectly. And then she starts to lower down. I let out a harsh breath, clutching her hips and helping her move. Holy fuck, she feels so good. So tight. So hot. So fucking wet. Her arousal coats the tip of my cock, gripping it inside of her. Why does she feel this good? How does she—

“Oh fuck.” I grip her hips in place so she doesn’t move. “Condom,” I grit out.

She gasps, looking down at where she’s impaled on my cock. She glances up at me and shakes her head. “I’ve never…”

“I know.” She’s never had sex without a condom. “Me either,” I assure her. ‘My last test was negative.”

Her eyes drop again. “Me too.” She grinds her hips forward, providing glorious friction. I let out a moan, gripping her hips in place but it’s impossible when she whimpers, doing it again. “You feel so good inside of me.”

Oh Jesus, that’s not helping. “Fuck, Leila.” She feels amazing, so fucking good. Pleasure I’ve never felt before. Holy shit, how am I supposed to pull out? “We need a condom.”

She bumps her hips again, white blinds my eyes. “Please,” she moans, sinking down half an inch. “I don’t want to stop.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I let go of her hips, relaxing against the headboard while she sinks down onto me inch by glorious inch. Her tight heat coats me with her wetness. So. Fucking. Good. She stops halfway, her eyes squeezed shut. I smooth my hands over her hips. “All the way,” I tell her. “I know you can take it.”

She shakes her head, trying to sink down but bites her lips in a wince. “It’s too much.”

I position my thumb over her clit, letting her fall in pleasure. “You took me so well last time,” I croon, hearing her sweet little whimpers. “You can do it again. I know you can. Just relax for me, baby, I’ll make you feel so good.”

She shifts on her knees, lowering her ass all the way so I’m buried deep inside her wet pussy. “Oh shit.” I let out a guttural moan, dropping my head to her chest.

“I feel so full,” she moans, grinding her hips forward. “You’re so big.”

Fuck. She needs to stop talking. The more she moans and talks, the closer I am to blowing my load inside of her. “I need you to move, gorgeous.” I grip her soft hips in my hands, lifting her up. She slams back down creating the most perfect friction. We both moan. She’s right. It’s never felt this good before, with anyone.

“Like this?” she asks, lifting and dropping back down.

“Fuck yes, baby, just like that.” I thrust my hips up, fucking her from below, going as deep as I possibly can. She groans, tipping her head back and lifts off my cock, burying me inside of her every time she drops her ass to my thighs. Our skin slaps against each other with every hard thrust we make.

I bring her lips to mine, and she moans into my mouth. I eat it up, swallowing down every desperate noise she makes. My lips leave her mouth, trailing kisses down her cheek, her jaw and suck the delicate skin of her neck, leaving my mark. I want everyone to know she’s taken. She’s with me. She’s mine.

I wrap an arm around her waist and flip us over so her back hits the bed and I’m crowding her. I waste no time thrusting back into her, laying my elbows beside her head, leaning down to kiss her.

I love you.

Please love me back.

When another moan leaves her lips, I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m so close. Too close. But I don’t want this to end just yet. I never want this to end. “Fuck, I don’t want to pull out.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, digging her feet into my ass to push me deeper. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, a filthy moan for my ears only coming out of her. “Then don’t,” she says on a gasp. “Stay inside of me.”

I groan. “I don’t think I want to be a dad just yet.” She lets out a laugh which turns into a moan when I hit a spot deep inside of her. “I’m serious, Leila.” I lift off my elbows, grabbing her hips and thrust into her. “We’re too young, we’re still in college. Do you even know how to take care of a baby?” ‘Cause I sure as fuck don’t.

“No, you idiot.” She laughs. “I’m on the shot. Come inside of me.”

I stop, gripping her hips in place when she tries to wriggle on my dick. “You’re serious?”

She nods, licking her lips. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”

I groan, bringing her hips to match my thrusts. She moans, throws her head back and her pussy squeezes around me, my cock flooding with a gush of hot liquid erupting out of her.

“Fuuuck.” That’s it for me. I thrust once, two more times and feel my balls tighten. I let out a low, agonized moan when her pussy contracts, squeezing every last drop out of me.

When I pull out and watch my cum drip out of her, an urge comes over me and I grab my dick, cleaning up the spilled cum with the tip and thrust it back inside of her, letting out a groan. “So good,” I moan, pulling out an inch and push back in. “So fucking good.” My head starts to feel dizzy the longer I go, the pleasure suddenly too much. “Shit.” I flinch, pulling out of her, my dick spent from the overstimulation.

I drop beside her, burying my head in her chest. She wraps her arms around me and whispers, “I think you killed me.” I laugh, leaving a kiss on her lips. “I’m serious. My legs won’t stop shaking.”

I look down where her legs are trembling, stretched out on the bed and I laugh, grinning as I look up at her. “Remember who fucked you so good your legs stopped working.”

She laughs. “So cocky.”

She starts to sit up and I stop her. “Wait,” I tell her, looking down at her. “I want to take care of you.”

Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

My heart aches for all the shitty sexual experiences she’s had. The quickies here and there with useless, meaningless boys who didn’t deserve her. After care is important, and I wish I could have done it before but Leila would always kick me out and tell me my job was done.

But now… now I’m not just her fuck buddy, I’m her boyfriend, and this is my job. I lean down and brush my lips against hers. “Stay here.”

I get off the bed and walk into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and run it under warm water. When I walk back into the room, she’s still laying there, right where I left her, tapping her fingers on her belly. I chuckle, leaning over her. “Open your legs, baby.”

She glances at me, unsure and then spreads her legs open and I clean her up, swiping the towel gently over her, cleaning up all the mess we made and taking care of my girlfriend, just like I wanted to.

When I’m done, I turn around, dropping the towel into the sink and head back into the room, climbing into bed with my girlfriend and pull her into me. It’s still weird, knowing she’s my girlfriend. I love it. I love her.

She snuggles up to me, running her hand over my back. I know she feels the scars and when she sighs, I know it’s coming. “I can’t believe your brothers did that to you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against my chest.

I swallow the gravel stuck in my throat and blow out a breath. “My brothers didn’t do that.”

She pulls back, frowning at me. “Your mom?”

I shake my head. “My mom’s ex,” I explain. When her frown deepens and her tears start to well up, my hand reaches up, wiping the tears streaming down her face. “Don’t cry for me, gorgeous. I’m okay. I promise.”

She shakes her head, more tears falling down her face. “Why did he do that?”

I snuggle her closer, placing my chin on top of her head. “I walked in on him over my mom’s unconscious body.” I hear the sharp inhale from Leila and I decide to just push through. If I’m ever going to let anyone in, then it’s her. “When I yelled at him, he picked up his belt and taught me a lesson.” I run my fingers through Leila’s hair, blinking when the image of Jerry reappears itself in my mind.

“Told me if I opened my mouth, I would hear from him again. I don’t remember how old I was, probably about eight or nine.” Most of my childhood was one messed up blur, all wrapped up in shit days after shit days. “But then he came back.” I continue. “And when I heard my mom crying out again in the middle of the night, I grabbed the first thing I saw which was a frying pan and hit him over the head with it.”

I shake my head, remembering the events of that night. “My mother yelled at me. Told me not to get involved,” I tell her. “I still remember how my body froze when the first lash of his belt hit me again, but then my brothers woke up and took care of him. I don’t know what they did, but we never heard from him again.”

“Your brothers helped?”

I nod, pulling back and looking into her eyes. “They might have hurt me growing up, but they were there when I needed them.”

She frowns. “That doesn’t make it okay,” she says, placing her hand on my face. “One good thing doesn’t erase the years of abuse they put you through.”

“You’re right.” I blow out a breath, wanting to say fuck it and just tell her how in love with her I am. “It doesn’t.”

She shakes her head. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.” She runs her hand up, playing with my hair. I used to hate people touching my hair, the thought of my mother pulling it as punishment a reminder every time I touched it, but when Leila does it, there’s nothing but love there.