4.
A couple days later
"Welcome to Connections 101. This will probably be your hardest class during your first year here," the teacher boomed enthusiastically.
Simone and I looked at each other and sighed.
"Oh please, you can't be serious. What could be so difficult about a class called 'Connections,' Enya loudly questioned.
The teacher laughed, walking around the podium to stand in front.
"Well, Mr-"
"Monroe," he yelled.
"...Monroe, the purpose of this class is to learn how to navigate being with your partner in both intimate and everyday life situations. You are here to build up one another and to learn how to get along. Or else what's the point of being here, right," the teacher finished.
Simone lightly hit Enya on the arm, signaling for him to be quiet. He groaned and leaned against the desk in silence.
Professor Evans went on to explain how the class is structured and how we'll be graded based on how well we're able to communicate with our partners. That's why we share the class with them.
Moral of the story is, if you don't talk things out, nothing will happen.
I tapped my pencil against my notebook slowly as I tried not to focus on Dameon who had sat next to me without saying a word.
Our talk the other day stuck to my mind like glue, and I kept replaying it over and over.
"You really don't know much about me, maybe I'm not the asshole that everyone thinks I am. Maybe people just can't handle the baggage I carry so they run off. Ever think of that?"
In all honesty, I felt bad. I've never been too good at reading people, so when it came to emotions I sucked. It didn’t make it any easier to go to sleep next to him at night either.
Here I was in a new area, at a new school, and couldn't even see how I already hurt someone I barely even know.
Lost in thought, the eventual shuffling of bags and paper shook me back to reality. Class was now over, so I saw this as my chance to talk to Dameon.
But as soon as I had turned in my seat to speak, he had already gone through the door.
Ughh why does he have to be so fast. I sighed quietly, earning a puzzled look from a certain redheaded fireball.
"Alright, who did it? Wait, no, lemme guess!" Enya paused to think, stroking his chin like they do in the old mystery movies. "Dameon!"
I quietly nodded in response.
"Woohoo, yes! I'm so smart," Enya cheers, patting himself on the back.
Simone elbowed him, "Shut up stupid." She then grabbed my hand and gave me a soft look. "Talk to him, Carter. You'll never fix the problem if you just sit here moping about it, that’s the whole point of this class remember" she said sweetly.
Getting to know Simone and Enya more this week has been great. Simone is just the right amount of calm and sweet to mellow out all of Enya’s boldness, they were meant to be paired together.
"Easier said than done. I said some really mean shit about the whole 'Adonis' thing and now he avoids being near me," I gave her a faint smile and sighed again.
Simone pats my back as Enya starts to blab about how much of a loss on Dameon's part it would be to not talk to me. He's really not helping the situation, but I appreciate the effort.
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Later that night
Fresh out the shower, I opened the door slowly to a dark room with only the dim light from the LEDs to guide me.
Dameon typed away on his phone, not pausing once to acknowledge me.
I continued walking till I reached the closet, putting all my shower stuff away and applying lotion. I turned my head to see if Dameon had noticed me yet, but from the constant back and forth of his messages, I assumed he hadn't. Or he was ignoring me.
Finished and tired of the silent treatment, I walked over to the bed and sat down facing him. Ignored again, I took a deep breath before quickly snatching his phone.
"Bro what the fuck," he exclaimed jolting up as he reached for the phone.
I gently tossed the phone onto my beanbag chair near my desk, "We need to talk."
He ignored me, getting up to get his phone. Quickly, I grabbed him and somehow managed to pull him back to the bed.
"Seriously, we need to talk."
"Okay, so talk," he said rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
Taking another deep breath, I gathered the strength to speak calmly, "I'm sorry."
"Is that it?" he questioned sharply, starting to get up again.
"I'm sorry, that I said all of those hurtful things without knowing how it would make you feel. I don't do well with emotions and even worse with people. I'm scared something might go wrong. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions, and I will work on being patient and asking questions first," I blurted out, stopping him.
Dameon said nothing. He only quietly stared back at me, and I watched his movements to see how he'd respond.
What he said next shook me, but it also welded up a feeling that had laid dormant till now. A feeling I didn't know I had.
"Can I show you that I'm not as bad as people say," he questioned, raising an eyebrow as he moved closer.
I swallowed hard. "Y-Yes."
And then without another word, he leaned in, our lips slowly connecting. My stomach doing backflips as he carefully parted my lips with his tongue.
I lightly moaned into the kiss, causing him to stop and move away.
His fingertips grazed along the sides of my arms as they did the first day we met. But this time, the tension was a lot higher and the red lights in the room were setting the mood. He looked me up and down as his fingers reached mine, lacing them together.
"Can I keep going?" His kindness threw me unexpectedly and it helped relax me even if it was only a little.
"Yes," I whisper to him.
"Are you scared," he asked. My throat went dry, I couldn't manage to get my voice out, so I simply nodded.
Dameon leaned down just enough so his lips were near my ear, "Don't be," he whispered, his hands nearing the hem of my shirt.
Again, I nodded as I lifted my arms so he could take my shirt off. Before he removed more clothing, he waited and watched each time. Taking his time to caress every inch of my figure.
Still sitting on the bed, I watched as he removed his own shirt as I was now left in just my underwear. I wrap my arms around me, blushing wildly like a ripe tomato.The cool air of the room brushed against my skin, noticing his every movement.
'Oh my-' My thoughts were interrupted by Dameon's sudden movements. He quickly climbed on the bed, hovering over me before leaning down to kiss my neck.
I gasped at the feeling; my senses heightened. He kissed up my neck and my chin, stopping just before my lips. My body tensed a bit under him as I struggled to cover myself.
"You don't have to hide from me," he said softly.
I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in to kiss me. A rather bold move on my part that I never knew I was capable of. The kiss happened hot and fast.
I felt like my skin would catch on fire if he touched me anywhere else. This man on top of me, whose eyes felt like they were baring a hole into my soul, looked like he was ready to eat me.
The room was blacked out, with nothing but the dim red glow of LED lights to highlight his figure. I wish I knew what he was thinking, how every move he made felt to him.
Am I a decent kisser to him? Does he like what he sees? How do I make him feel?
"Babygirl, what are you thinking?" His voice shook me from my thoughts, and I noticed that he had pulled away.
"What? Nothing, I'm fine," I quickly said.
He raised an eyebrow, "You're a terrible liar you know? Don't get all in your head about this, I want to know what makes you feel good."
‘But I don't know what feels good, that's the problem! This is all so new and you're so close and so nice to look at…,’ I thought, looking away
He leaned in slowly, connecting his forehead to mine, "Look at me."
My eyes now focused, I turned and stared into his, getting lost in the maze of his dark iris.
I swallowed hard. I wanted him and he wanted me, but I knew that I had to be the one to say it. I gathered whatever strength I could muster, for his touch made me numb, and reached up, connecting our lips once again.
Our tongues danced, moving in sync with our rhythm before we pulled away, both of us gasping for air.
"T-take me," I mumbled quietly.
He dawned another puzzled look, this time paired with a smirk. "Yes, babygirl?"
I shut my eyes tight and said it louder, "Dameon, please take me."
And with that, the man damn near attacked me. Smashing his lips against mine, he began hungrily fondling my chest with one hand while slowly snaking the other down my stomach, my underwear now forgotten on the floor somewhere.
His hand made its way towards my warm center and I felt my body tense as if on reflex. I had never done this before nor have I ever really experimented with anything. I was clueless, letting this man I'd spend most of my time with whisk me away in him.
His fingers made their way inside and I let out a faint gasp. "Relax," He growled. I took a deep breath as he started moving his fingers in and out of me, caressing my insides with each motion.
"D-Dameon," I cried. The feeling was strange and amazing all at once, my head feeling light at his touch.
This isn't enough, I want more. I need him closer; I want to feel him.
His fingers continued to tease me as I slowly reached my peak. Right as I was there, he pulled away.
"W-what's wrong," I questioned in confusion.
Looking down at me he smirked, I felt his eyes scanning my naked body. "Are you sure you're okay," he asked, undoing his zipper.
I watched as he removed his pants and boxers, slowly revealing his hardened length. I sucked in a sharp breath as I nodded.
"Yes," I whispered. I took another breath as he spread my legs, readying himself at my entrance before leaning down and slowly pushing in.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing as the pain shot through my body. Dameon went till he was completely in and stayed there while I adjusted, placing a kiss on the tears I hadn't realized had fallen.
My heart warmed at the gesture as I shuddered slightly in anticipation when the pain started to melt away, replaced by wanting. I looked into his dark brown eyes, searching for that asshole I had just claimed he was a few days ago.
I couldn't find him, he wasn't there.
What remained was the one who now has a special hold over me. My first. I quietly pleaded for him to keep going, his movements beginning tame and gentle for my sake.
He moved carefully as if I would shatter under his touch if he went too hard. Honestly, that might've been the case.
"Mhm," He groaned. I could feel myself tighten around his length, taking in as much of him as I could. Our bodies clashing together in the heat of passion.
The fight didn't matter, classes didn't matter, and nobody outside of this room mattered.
His pace quickened.
We held onto each other, both wanting more of the other. "D-Dameon," I could feel myself reaching the peak once more and I could tell he was close too.
With every stroke, the peak neared, daring to explode. I silently thanked the walls of these rooms for being soundproof as I threw my head back in pleasure-- a moaning mess.
"I-I," I couldn't get my words out quick enough before the release.
“Fuck,” Dameon quickly pulled out, his seed quickly spraying onto my stomach.
Who knew guys had so much built up.
My body weak as it came down from the release, I watched as Dameon took a few deep breaths before standing up to get a towel. He walked into the bathroom and wet it before coming back to clean me off, stopping first to grab a bottle of water out of the mini fridge.
"Here," He offered.
"Thank you." He cleaned me up as I sat up slightly and sipped on the water, trying to catch my breath.
"So..." He started after he tossed the towel in the laundry bag. "How was it?"
I turned to face him, giving him a small smile, "More than I could've imagined."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Whew, it's hot in here, someone turn on a fan! A lot of things went down in this chapter and we have our very first spicy scene.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg2xA260QxT
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