I Gave The Bad Boy My First Time

POV: Kimberly

"You don’t know me, Cassie, you haven't asked why I wanted to come," I said.

"I figured you'd tell me if you wanted to." He smiles.

 "And I know you more than you think. I know that you sit on the third floor of the library, by the left window. You finish your coffee before the ice melts, and you always carry an extra pen in case someone forgets theirs." He analysed. I turned to face him, surprised.

"That's creepy."

"No it’s not. You can I have been paying attention." He corrects me, sounding mysteriously sexy in my ears.

"Stop thinking about me, it’s making me hard,” he whispered to me, and I laughed with my head tipped back, a real laugh, the kind I hadn't had in months.

When I looked up, he was watching me like I was the only person in the room. For two years, I had begged for a look like that.

"You're staring," I said.

"You're beautiful when you forget to be careful." He confessed. I had no clever reply, my stomach flipped as he leaned and kissed me again, his hand resting on the back of my head while the second hand rested on my hips.

I kissed him back, moaning into the kiss as my breath caught in my throat. By the end of that kiss, I was warm and breathless, and I didn’t want the night to end.

We stopped by the bar to get some more drinks before heading back to our seats. By the time I had a few more shots, I got bolder.

I didn’t wait for his move this time, I straddled his hips and initiated the next kiss, undoing his buttons in the process. His hands slid under my shoulder and cupped my boobs, making me moan so loud I couldn’t even recognize my own voice.

“Come with me,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse. He whispered something to one of his friends and then led me to the door. Outside, the air was cool against my skin. Caspian stood close, his shoulder almost touching mine.

"I can take you back to your dorm," he said.

"Or you can come upstairs to mine. Your choice." He said. I looked at him, and I thought of Raymond, and how he had complained that I never let him touch me, as if my boundaries were an insult. Two years, and I had never once wanted him enough to forget my boundaries.

But tonight is different...

I don’t quite understand why Caspian is to different. I barely knew him. But every nerve in my body was leaning toward him. I can’t deny how I feel, I want him.

"Upstairs," I said. His eyes darkened.

"You're sure?"

"Yes." I nodded.

In the car, neither of us spoke. His hand rested over mine on the seat between us, and I felt it all the way up my arm as his finger brushed the back of my palm softly.

He kept his eyes on the road, drove through traffic stops as though he was rushing to attend to an emergency. Once he pulled over in front of his apartment building, he turned off the car and pulled me over, making me straddle his hips in the car.

He resumes kissing me, his lips moving downward to my neck and my boobs. The moment his lips clasped on my nipple, my body vibrated and convulsed in his arms, making him chuckle softly.

“You’re so easy to please, sweat pea. I can’t wait to have you shattering beneath me,” he said, helping me out of the car.

“If kissing me brings you orgasm, what’s going to happen when I bury my face between your legs and eat your pussy?” He whispers hoarsely. I moaned at the thought, making him chuckle as he led me towards the building elevator.

He closed the distance between us in the elevator, and he kissed me, lifting me off the floor and making me straddle his hips. He kissed me and I kissed him back, not minding if anyone walks in on us.

I had no idea when the elevator reached our destination, but I felt him moving and I heard the click of his door before we went inside. He never put me down or stopped kissing me.

His apartment was quiet and neat. But I barely noticed. The door clicked shut behind us, and he stopped, giving me one last chance to leave.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop." I stepped closer.

"Don't Stop, please." I said. He smiles and resumes kissing me. It was slow at first, almost careful, as if I might break. Then my fingers curled into his shirt and the kiss turned hungry. My back met the wall. His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, warm against my skin, and I pulled him closer without thinking. I had no idea why I wanted him this badly. I only knew I couldn't resist him.

I screamed his name as my orgasm hit me harder than the other. For a moment, everything became blurry.It's funny how I don't even feel guilty for giving my first time to Caspian. I even felt excited about it, until the next morning.

I woke up in Caspian's arms...

For one warm, foolish second, I felt safe happy, like this is where I’m meant to be. Then the night came rushing back, and my stomach dropped. Without the alcohol in my system, everything became logical and clear.

Holy shit!

I had slept with Caspian Ashford.

I lost my virginity last night, and it’s not just any guy. I gave my first time to the baddest playboy at Waverly College. The one guy I’m supposed to avoid completely.

Everyone knew the rumors. Although, despite the rumors, girls still lined up for him, and he was never seen with the same girl twice. One girl, one night. That’s his motto. I knew all this, and yet I let my anger push me into his bed.

What was I thinking?

Now I’ll be counted amongst his numerous girlfriends. A guy like that would never want anything to do with me after sex. He had probably had a dozen one night stands in his lifetime. A quiet virgin who couldn't even dance was not going to break his pattern.

I could already picture the silent treatment in the hallway, the cold shoulder he would give me in public so no one knows that he actually fucked a nerd.

I had spent two years being someone's secret. I couldn't survive being someone's mistake, not after the amazing night we both shared. At least I’ll cherish that memory forever, that’s the best I could get from him.

The worst part was that I liked him, and I want him, too. Having him once is not enough. He seems to have awakened a dangerous desire within me, and that made him dangerous.

So I did the only sensible thing I could think of. I slid out from under his arm, an inch at a time. I held my breath until he turned over without waking.

My sweater was on the living room floor. One shoe sat by the sofa and the other under the table. I checked the floor twice, then the bathroom, then the floor again. No hair tie. No earring. No evidence.

The door clicked shut behind me with barely a sound. I walked fast, with my head down, until my dorm came into view.