Chapter 17

Seventeen

MARISSA

“Where’s Elle?” I ask Sharice, as we find our way to the section of the cafeteria that is now “ours.” As I lower myself into a chair next to Xavier, he slides my food tray in front of him and snatches my waist, hoisting me onto his lap.

Sharice sits across from us and glances around the busy area. “I don’t know. She’s been absent recently. And by that, I mean secretive. She always has been, but now it’s worse, you know? I’ve seen her come and go from the apartment, but she hasn’t shown up for lunch. Maybe we should check in with her.” Turning her head, she whispers something to a Theta Rho Zeta named Maurice, who smiles broadly, then tosses his arm over her shoulders.

“Who are you talking about?” Xavier’s voice is low as he wraps his arm around me.

Swallowing a bite of salad, I tell him, “Elle. She’s been noticeably gone from social functions.”

His chest rises into my back as he shrugs. “Maybe she’s just doing her own thing. I wouldn’t worry too much.” Threading his fingers through my hair, he holds it back from my face in a makeshift ponytail as I spear a tomato with my fork.

“Did you already eat?” I ask.

Pressing his lips onto the back of my neck sends sparks down my spine. “Not what I wanted.”

“Oh?” Biting my bottom lip, I try to keep from smiling.

Letting his lips brush across my shoulder makes my thighs tingle. “Yeah, need that pussy in my mouth soon, or I’ll starve.”

A little laugh snorts from my nose. “You ate it this morning for breakfast.”

“That was hours ago.” Gripping me tighter, he adjusts me up higher on his lap, until I can feel his firm erection. His appetite is insatiable.

“Hey, Cardell. Marissa, where’s your friend?” My thoughts of skipping afternoon classes to let Xavier do whatever he wants to me are interrupted by another few TRZ brothers setting their lunch trays down. As the weeks have progressed, our section has become like the popular kids table in a high school cafeteria. My roommates and I often hang out with the fraternity, but Elle has been noticeably absent, while Sharice and Kinsley have made more appearances than normal.

“Which friend?” I ask one of the freshmen.

“Your hot one, what’s her name? The blonde.” Behind me, Xavier shakes his head at him. The guy lowers his eyes and slumps down, picking up a piece of pizza from his plate. “Oh. Never mind.”

My brow furrows as I shift my legs so I can look at Xavier. “What was that?”

He answers with a little peck of his lips on mine. “Eat. You gotta get to your next class. Let’s go.” Swatting the side of my butt, he emphasizes his point. Xavier’s right. I need to head to my photography class, which I look forward to now that I’m not getting sexually harassed.

Walking me to my next class, Xavier holds my bag for me, then opens the building door. “I’ll pick you up after,” he says with a little kiss on the top of my head. His sweater tickles my nose, along with his manly scent.

That afternoon, Xavier leans against the wall across from my class, his lengthy legs crossed at the ankles. Bright blue eyes light up at the sight of me and his broad smile never ceases to make my belly flip. I love how he looks at me.

As we amble over to the library together, my mind becomes occupied with the upcoming TRZ Halloween party in a few days.

“You have your costume all ready, though, right?” I ask as he opens the heavy wooden door for me.

“Yep. Of course. Do you?”

A little relief floods me that he wants to do this with me, wants to show me off as his girlfriend at our first big fraternity event. But I’m still not sure of how it will go. He has so many women that eye him constantly, not to mention how very well-known he is around campus. “Yes, I do. Just want to find a better pair of boots to go with it.” Entering the main room, we find some empty spots at one of the long tables near the back and arrange our stuff.

An hour later, I sit bored, watching the crowds of students preparing for midterms. Feeling someone’s stare, I scan the large study hall. The redhead from Red Night twists her back a few tables over and glares at me. Turning my head, I check to make sure it is indeed me she’s looking at. When I sit straight again, she stands and sways her way to our table.

Xavier’s eyes dart back and forth as he skims his book (he is an incredibly fast reader) while typing up his paper on his laptop. Slinking next to him, the woman runs a painted fingernail along his arm to get his attention as my mouth drops open at her boldness. He doesn’t even glance at her before saying, “What do you want, Caitlyn?”

“Hey, handsome.” She pinches her pink lips while giving me a cursory look. “Just wondering what your costume is for the party. I wanted to match like last year.” Edging closer, Caitlyn seems like she might try to sit in his lap if he wasn’t so close to the table. As she laces her fingers over his arm, I will myself not to jump up and rip her hand off her body.

Still staring at his book, Xavier says flatly, “Go away, Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn glowers at me. Leaning over, leaving nothing to the imagination with her low-cut sweater and skin-tight jeans, she whispers loud enough for me to hear, “I thought we could still have a few romps before you mate…or even after.”

Xavier slowly lifts his eyes across the table where George sits. Big G does not look amused and rises from his seat, takes two strides over to Caitlyn, and snags her upper arm.

“Fine, fine,” Caitlyn says. “I’m leaving. See you later.” Pressing her palm to her lips, she blows a saccharine air kiss at my boyfriend as Big G leads her away down the aisle of tables.

Snapping my mouth closed, I narrow my eyes at the side of Xavier’s face while he continues to speed-read as if nothing happened. Clicking my tongue, I ask. “Um, what was that about?”

Barely above a whisper, he mumbles, “Something not worth talking about.”

An exasperated cough clogs my throat. “Well, it certainly looked like something to talk about to me.” Waving a finger down the row of students, I ask, “Who is she?”

“No one.” The tapping on his keyboard grates on my last nerve.

Has he been hiding things from me? What if the picture-perfect relationship has never been real, and he’s still seeing other women? My mind races through all the times we’ve been apart, which isn’t many, but there are some. Is he seeing other people then?

“She didn’t seem to think she was no one. Are you going to the party with her?”

A slight sigh leaves his lips as his shoulders drop. “No. I’m going to the party with you.”

“I don’t know…maybe you’re not.” Raising my eyebrows, I cross my arms. I’m livid with his non-answers.

With a snap that makes me jump, he closes his book and swivels in his chair to face me. Seeing my consternation, a corner of his lips lift, showcasing a cute dimple. I hate it. “Are you jealous, kitten? ’Cause I kind of love that.”

“I’m not jealous. You’re just being evasive.”

He places an arm over the back of my chair, resting the other on the table in front of me. I feel trapped, like I can’t escape this conversation anymore. What if I don’t want to know the answers?

With his face close to mine, he speaks in a low, calm voice. “Okay, fine. Ask me. What do you want to know? Have I fucked Caitlyn? Yes, many times. Am I currently fucking her? No, I’m loyal to my girl. Did I ever have feelings for her? Fuck no. She’s a conceited, manipulative bitch.”

“Oh.” His utter honesty shocks me. Half expecting him to lie or conceal something, I’m not exactly sure how to respond. Part of me feels relieved, but the other wonders… “When did you last⁠—”

Shaking his head, his black hair waves in front of his forehead. “I don’t know, probably over the summer. She was a warm hole and a willing masochist. That’s it.” Only his eyes move toward his computer as he asks, “Can I get back to my book now?”

Unable to come up with another question, I sit back as he returns to his book. Now I can’t even concentrate. I appreciated his candidness, but still have that old feeling that I did when I was with James. Like I’m not good enough. What if Xavier needs multiple people to satisfy him?

“Who were those two blondes you were with before?”

Staring at his computer screen, he murmurs, “Kara and Brooke. Yes, I fucked them, too, a few times, actually. Together.” Then he finally glances at me. “Do you want more details?”

“Are you bisexual?”

A snorted chuckle escapes his chest. “No. Definitely straight.” Licking his lips, he tries to keep a smile from breaking free and busies his hands by adjusting his hoodie, sitting up straighter like he’s preparing for an interrogation. I have his full attention now.

“But you and James…”

Arms still resting on the table, he uses his palms to wave off the question. “I fucked an ass. I like fucking asses. They’re tight holes to fuck. Do I fantasize about men? Am I attracted to men? No.”

Pursing my lips, I tilt my head. “You’ve never fucked my ass…”

Reaching his arm behind me, he gently massages my neck. “Believe me, that’s coming.” Leaning over, he whispers, “Especially after this conversation.”

“How many men have you been with?”

“Two. One, I fucked while high on E, and his girl sucked me off after.” He pauses for a moment. Then, his words come out like pure honey, the warmth of his breath caressing my face. “The other, the night I was holding you when I fucked that asshole. I did it to show you what he was, that he wanted something different than you. I knew he wasn’t what you needed.”

Pushing back from the table, he reaches around my waist and hauls me onto his lap. Resting his head on the crook of my neck, he says, “You deserve to be the only in someone’s life. I’m not interested in Caitlyn. I’m not interested in men. I’m not interested in anyone else. Just you, Marissa. Only you.” His transparency always seems to shock me, but also gives me the reassurance I need.

Shifting around on his thighs while he kisses my neck, goosebumps erupt all over my skin. A little moan rumbles in his chest, and his hardness pokes me in the back.

“Mmm, you keep doing that, and I’m going to be interested in you right now,” he says.

Smirking, I give him a mini-lap dance, seeing how far I can take things. His firm cock jumps at me through his joggers. When he reaches between us, his hand causes me to lift a little.

“I guess my kitten needs her cream,” he purrs in my ear. He gathers up the back of my loose mid-length floral skirt, then crawls his fingers to rest between my thighs. With a thick finger, he pushes my panties to the side. A heavy sigh greets me when he slips through my pussy lips. He tugs down his sweatpants while I hover over him as we both glance around the room. Guiding me onto his waiting dick, he arranges my skirt around us, so no one will see what is happening underneath. As I slide on, my jaw drops at the fullness of his thickness. My cheeks flush with desire.

“Now, I need to study. Don’t move.” Xavier’s arms surround my body, reaching toward the table as he returns to his book, occasionally typing on his laptop.

What is he expecting me to do? Just sit on his cock?

It throbs randomly inside me, which only just makes me soaked. When I try to lift up, it only makes things worse as he stiffens even more within me. Lips dripping with wetness, my clit is hot with need. Writhing to feel him all around me, my head drops back against his shoulder.

Removing a hand from his book, he grazes it under my sweater and bra to find my nipple, then his fingers clamp down on it. My pussy pulses in erratic waves around his dick, and I almost yell into the quiet room. His mouth covers my ear. “I said, do not move.”

The sternness of his voice, so commanding, is almost enough to send me over the edge. It makes me still in his lap and do everything to please him, only making me hotter inside.

As I dart my eyes around the room, I worry the other students nearby will catch what we’re doing. Everyone seems busy with their work and, if they notice, no one bothers to look.

Big G strolls around the corner, lumbering toward our table. He’s a large human, standing probably 6’5” and 300 pounds. His dirty blonde hair reaches his shoulders and is usually held back in a ponytail. I’ve rarely heard him speak, but when he does, you can feel the reverberations in his deep voice.

“Xavier, G is coming back.” Shifting my weight onto my toes, I try to stand up.

Xavier’s strong palms grip my shoulders and set me back down on his crotch, the movement making me whimper. “So?”

“Xavier, he could see us!”

“And?”

“And I really don’t want Kinsley’s, um…guy, to watch us. It’s weird.”

With a little shrug of his shoulders, he continues reading. “So don’t move.”

How can I stay still when all my body wants is to grind on the big cock occupying my pussy? It’s impossible to concentrate on my studies. My nipples beg to be sucked, and my clit is angry it’s not getting rubbed.

Pulling up the front of my skirt, he glides his palm slowly up my inner thigh. The speed only causes the intensity of my need to increase rapidly. With two fingers, he spreads me and taps my overheated bundle of nerves with the pad of his middle finger. I almost peak, choking on some spit, but the fear of having an orgasm in front of a room of people keeps me from losing control.

This is torture.

Big G sits down across from us and glances at Xavier. “Taken care of.” When he types on his computer, it looks like a child’s toy underneath his gigantic hands.

The finger drums harder on my clit, now adding a second as I steady my breathing. Wiggling my hips, it feels so good, I have to pinch my mouth closed to keep a whimper from escaping. To stop the breathy pants from becoming too noticeable, I lean back and bury my head in Xavier’s tattooed neck. My legs drop to either side of his. From this angle, he has access to pump his dick in a few inches and pull back. I can’t contain my moan any longer with this new sensation.

As it vibrates out of my chest, Big G doesn’t even look up. He sighs pointedly as his nostrils flare and he firmly shuts his laptop. Stuffing everything in his bag, he huffs off. I barely heed his exit as Xavier’s fingers click faster, pressing on my clit in a perfect rhythm while jacking his dick inside me.

“You need to come, beautiful?”

Nodding into his firm muscles, I suction some of his skin, so I won’t cry out.

“Beg me,” he says.

I would do anything to come but am afraid to speak, fearing I will scream if I open my mouth. Using some teeth, I bite on his neck.

“Beg me.” Removing his fingers from my clit, he uses his open palm to spank my pussy. My body jolts on his lap. “Beg me.” He slaps me again, soft enough not to make a loud sound but firm enough that I buck against his hand.

Whispering, tears drip from the corners of my eyes. I’m desperate for relief, delirious with desire. “Please, please, master, please… Please…daddy, let me come.”

“You’re a disobedient girl. You wouldn’t stay still, and you deserve punishment.” Spanking me repeatedly, arduously, I’m going to come anyway, even without his permission.

“I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll be good. Please let me come, master.”

He slows his motion as his breath heats my ear. “You’ll be obedient? You’ll do as I say?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do exactly what you say. Please, master.” In this position, I have no control over my own pleasure. I’m fully at the mercy of Xavier’s benevolence.

“Mmm, you’re so compliant. Look at you with your brain turned off, allowing your daddy to fuck you in front of all these people. Such a good girl.” He rubs my clit hard with several fingers and thrusts in again. That’s it. I can’t hold it back anymore.

Heat turns to fire inside of me as I burn in his hold. Snuggling against his neck, I try to bite down, missing his skin in my desperate attempt to contain myself. He pants out, “Shh, shh. Don’t think. You don’t need to keep thoughts in your pretty head. I’ll think for both of us. Just be compliant and obedient. Come for me. I’ll allow it.”

Writhing harder, I push forward on his fingers as his cock shoves into me as much as he can. My body spasms, legs trembling on either side of his until I melt and erupt all over his thighs, feeling the wetness gush onto his lap. Holding my mouth closed, a silent scream rushes through my nose.

“Good girl.” Xavier shifts my hips back and forth roughly on his crotch. He stops breathing as he works, then lets out a long sigh of relief as he comes inside. Pressing his lips to mine, he holds there for a long moment, as if savoring it with me. With a little chuckle, he pulls away. “I think we just made a big mess.”

The puddle soaks us both, but I can’t be bothered to feel grossed out. I’m completely high and at ease, relaxing like putty in his firm arms, enjoying my afterglow.

In a moment, we straighten up, gather our stuff, and swiftly leave the library before anyone can report us.

The good thing about being Xavier Cardell’s girlfriend? No one will dare.