Mistakes : A College Bully Romance

back—to tell her that I didn’t want to be a mistake. Because I didn’t. I didn’t want to be this girl’s mistake. I wanted…I wasn’t sure what I wanted.
More.
I wanted more.
To be more than a mistake. To have more, to mean more. Call me cheesy, call me stupid, call me a fucking idiot. Call me whatever you want, but it was the truth. Somehow I’d fallen for this girl at the speed of light. I’d never been the kind of guy to feel so strongly before. Shutting off my emotions was easier, but her? This? Things wouldn’t be so simple.
Kelsey practically crawled onto my lap, grabbed my face and slammed her mouth against mine, a hungry, desperate display of need. I set a hand on her chest, pushing her back, pulling her mouth off mine, with every intention to tell her that I would not be her mistake tonight, but the moment I did, the very second I saw her puckered lips and half-lidded gaze, my heart sped up.
Fine.
Tonight I’d be her mistake, but only for tonight. Once tomorrow came, we’d talk about it.
The hand on her chest moved to her neck, and I brought her back in. This time, she didn’t take me by surprise. This time I was ready for her, and I held her against me as I kissed her, running my tongue over her bottom lip, wordlessly telling her to let me in.
If I could let her in, and she could let me in…maybe life wouldn’t seem so pointless.
Her lips parted, and my tongue snaked into her mouth, running along hers. She shivered against me, and I knew I grew more aroused as the seconds ticked on. It’d been a while, okay? A long while since I wanted someone this bad.
She untangled herself from me, blinking at me with hazy eyes. “You got a room here, or what?” Temptation on two legs, and right now I was a weak, weak man.
We got up, and I went to hold her hand, tugging her along. I knew I had a hard-on pressing against my pants, and anyone who saw me would be able to notice it, but I didn’t care. Right now I had a one-track mind, and that mind wanted to get Kelsey upstairs and fulfill her wish.
Up the stairs, up the stairs again. My room was on the top floor, the third floor, and I pushed open my door, closing it with a foot as I released her hand and pulled her against me. Her curvy frame slammed against my chest, her hands wrapping around my neck as our mouths met again. Harder, faster, more eager. They didn’t feel like kisses between strangers. They felt…
They felt fucking amazing, her lips the softest thing I’d ever felt, melding against mine, making me forget everything.
A kiss like this could make you reevaluate your whole world. A kiss like this could make a bad man want to be the hero. A kiss like this was earth-shattering, the kind you felt in your core with every fiber of your being.
Inevitable. It felt inevitable.
Kelsey and I were inevitable.
Her hands fell away from my neck, trailing down my sides and stopping at the hem of my jeans. She worked to undo the button and then the zipper, slipping her hand underneath my boxers and running her nails along my cock, her mouth not once leaving mine.
My balls trembled at her touch. She wanted to go for it so soon? This girl would be the death of me.
Kelsey pulled her mouth from mine, panting as she said, “Take it all off, Blue.” Her hand left my boxers, and my dick throbbed with the loss.
What could I do besides do as she said? I slipped off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. Next I kicked off my shoes, and then I worked on my pants. All the while, Kelsey imitated me, taking off the same pieces of clothing as I did. Her shirt, then her shoes, then her shorts. She stopped once she was in her underwear, her breasts restrained by a black, lacey bra. Her gaze rested on what was between my legs, on my cock, which stood as erect as ever.
“Not everyone looks better naked, but you, Blue, definitely do,” Kelsey murmured, and her compliment made my body heat up. I wanted to be inside of her, to feel every part of her, I wanted to grab her and make her cry out my name—Blue, Levi, I didn’t even care which one she would scream.
I opened my mouth to compliment her, to tell her that she looked good too—because she did. That curvy body looked even better without clothes restricting it, but Kelsey reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts free. Her nipples were already hard, dark points on her round, ample chest.
She stepped closer to me, still wearing her dark panties, running a hand down my chest, similar to what she did that day when she’d come to watch me in the quad. And just like then, my dick ached. I’d fought it before, but here and now? We were way past that point. So much past it that I couldn’t even see it in the rearview mirror.
“I knew you’d be trouble,” Kelsey whispered, turning her dark eyes up at me. She ran her tongue over her lips, slowly sinking down, without me prompting her. Without me asking. Hell, at this point, I didn’t even want head. I just wanted her. Her body, her pussy, everything and anything she had to give.
But the moment her tongue lapped at the precum on my dick, all of my thoughts vanished. I let out a low moan, and then another when she opened her mouth and took me in. Kelsey was on her knees in front of me, her hands running up my legs,