Mistakes : A College Bully Romance

below, my chest heaving with a heavy breath. My inner core tightened, and I heard Levi groan above me.
“Not good, huh?” Levi whispered, his voice so husky it made me ache inside. His lips brushed against my cheek as he said, “You look fucking gorgeous when you come, Kelsey.” A compliment that probably should’ve weirded me out, but as his hips rammed into me, his cock still fucking me, I only grew warm again.
No one had ever called me fucking gorgeous before, let alone when I orgasmed.
You know what the sad part was? I didn’t orgasm often. Most guys simply didn’t care. This one had come as a surprise, but a welcome one certainly.
Levi’s thrusting became harder, and I cried out again at the sudden roughness. He wasn’t a gentle guy, but this was harder, faster, wilder. This was him needing desperately to come again, use my body to further his own release, which I was all for. I still rode that post-orgasm high, all tingly and warm.
His wide chest let out a loud grunt when he came, emptying himself inside of me again. I was full of his cum, but for whatever reason, after he pulled out of me, I didn’t get up to clean myself up, didn’t even reach for something to wipe myself with—usually I just used a stray shirt, or even a sock.
Strangely, I didn’t feel the need to wipe myself of his cum, even as I felt it start to seep out. Levi lay beside me, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. I turned to look at him, at his flat, muscular chest.
He called me fucking gorgeous? He was the gorgeous one here, not me. I was just me, a normal girl, really. There was nothing special about me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who thought she wasn’t like other girls. I wasn’t Bella in Twilight. There really was nothing remarkable about me. I wasn’t popular, I wasn’t that smart, I made questionable decisions most of the time.
Kind of funny that I was afraid of commitment even before learning about my parents splitting up. Ironic. Not really ha-ha funny.
Levi’s blue eyes turned to me, their depths looking dark in the room. The only light that came in was from the crack under the door from the hallway, but my eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness. It made everything feel more forbidden, sensual.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
I was thinking I should get up, get dressed, and leave, but I didn’t. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me into him again. This time I wouldn’t insult his skills or his dick. This time…this time I’d tell him something real. “My parents are getting divorced.”
His eyebrows furrowed; it was clearly not what he’d expected me to say. “Shit. That’s always rough.” Whether he had any experience with it was up to anyone’s guess.
“I thought they were happy,” I whispered. “And now I’m wondering if I was just super oblivious growing up, if I was too conceited to realize my parents weren’t happy, or—”
“You don’t blame yourself, do you?”
I looked at him hard. “No. I mean, I don’t think I do. I…” Trailing off, I bit my lower lip. “I don’t know. It’s just not something I ever thought I’d have to go through. I guess I just thought they’d always be together.”
“Life happens,” Levi whispered. “And sometimes it’s not what you expect.”
“Yeah.” I quieted. Why the hell did I go telling him that? Now he knew something about me, something real about me—that was something I wanted to avoid at all costs. If he knew things about me, he might start to really like me, or vice versa, and that, that could never happen.
Levi was fun, but he wasn’t going to stick around.
“I’m sorry,” Levi spoke, and I tilted my face up toward him, finding that he stared at me. The way he looked at me…you could almost mistake it for love, infatuation, adoration. My heart swelled in my chest. Which was just stupid, because I’d never had anyone look at me like that, and if I did, I always cut it off. I didn’t need a guy drooling over me. I was my own damn woman, and I acted like it.
Tried to, at least.
“It’s not your fault,” I whispered, leaning my cheek against the crook of his arm. His body was thick and solid; you wouldn’t think he’d make a good pillow, but he did. I was not a cuddler, but this…this wasn’t too bad, cum leaking out of me aside.
Levi turned to his side, his hand moving to my face, touching my cheek and my jaw in a way I could only describe as tender. My stomach churned in a way that was not wholly uncomfortable. This guy affected me too much. I both hated and loved it.
I knew I should get up and leave, dress and go and pretend like none of this happened, but when his lips found mine again, I didn’t push him away. This time, when our lips met, the kiss was slow, the kind of kiss you had between people who were familiar, people who cared about each other. A gentle kiss that warmed you up, no matter how cold you were. Slow and steady, but passionate all the same.
Oh, no. I was in so much trouble when it came to this guy.
I ended up staying for way too long. I might’ve even fallen asleep in Levi’s arms, because the next thing I knew, the beginning rays of dawn streamed through his windows. When the light woke me, I found I was still entangled in his arms, having been sleeping against him. I slowly sat up, even more measured in inching away from him, but then it suddenly struck me—how perfect of a face Levi had.
Even while sleeping, even