Bright Like Midnight: A Dark College Romance (Savage U)
Bright Like Midnight: Chapter 19

WE WERE IN THE back seat of my truck. Rain poured like a waterfall onto the roof, locking us in to our own private cave. No one could see in, not that anyone was out anymore.

Zadie’s top was down, her skirt around her waist, thighs on either side of mine as she rode me. She held on to the seat behind me, rolling her hips and pushing herself down on my cock.

I was losing my mind. Hell, maybe I already had, going in deep with a girl like this. But goddamn, who would blame me? She rode my cock like she couldn’t get enough. My sweet little Zadie, all wild, desperate to take me. And her soft ass slapping my legs, tits bouncing in my face, the taste of her on my lips, I was just as desperate.

“You my good girl, Zadie?” I snapped my hips up, hitting her deep, making her gasp.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Tell me.” Both her hips in my hands, I pushed her down and rose to meet her. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them open and focused on me.

“I’m your good girl.”

“Mmm, yeah you are.” I trailed my hand along her spine, making her arch into me. Leaning forward, I closed my lips around her pretty pink nipple, suckling gently, the way she liked. My girl could go hard on my cock, but she needed soft here. When I gave her what she needed, she rewarded me with the sweetest cries, my whimpered name, her utter physical devotion.

I switched to the other side. Her fingers wove into my short hair, holding me to her. Insides clamping around me, trying to pull me over before I was even close to ready.

Popping off her tits, I gave her thigh a light smack. “No. You’re not ending this.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want it to end. I can’t help it. Your mouth on me, I can’t, Amir. I don’t have any control.”

I hummed, holding her hips again. She fucked like she danced, fluid, loose, easy. Like she was boneless, pouring her body over mine. I’d never had it like this, like her. I knew I’d love being inside her, but my girl took it to the next level. And it was all mine. She hadn’t learned tricks or techniques from some other dick. Zadie gave me what she wanted to give me out of instinct. That only made everything she did sexier.

“Slow down, mama. I’m gonna rub your clit until you come, then I’m gonna fuck you hard.” Her inner walls clamped down on me. I slapped her thighs. “What’d I say?”

She stopped moving. Her swollen lips parted, and a mewl broke free. “Please.”

Releasing my hold on her, I dragged my palm down her curved belly to the slick heat between her legs. She held mostly still, gently rocking toward my hand as I circled the pad of my finger around her clit.

“You’re so wet.”

She nodded. “For you.”

“Were you wet when we were dancing?”

“So wet.”

“Did you feel how hard I was?”

“It made me even wetter,” she confirmed.

“What would you have done if I had lifted the back of your dress and fucked you right there? Right on the beach, where anyone could have looked our way and seen us?”

Her breathing stuttered. The hand braced on my chest clenched. “I would have been worried, but then I would have gotten lost in you like I always do. I would have screamed your name so everyone knew how much I liked it.”

I pressed harder on her clit, making her writhe. “That’s hot, mama. I like talking about it.” Cupping the back of her neck, I tugged her ear next to my mouth. “But you know I’d never do that, would I?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Why not?”

She didn’t even hesitate half a second. “Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right. I don’t share this pussy. These pretty tits are only for my eyes. I own your cries.”

She rubbed her cheek against mine. “And I own your cock. No one else can see.”

“You do own my cock.” I slid my hand up, tangling it in the back of her hair to tip her head back. “Now, come on it. Show me how much you like when I fuck you.”

Swirling my fingers around her clit, I raised my hips, hitting her deep and staying there. Zadie’s cheeks pinkened. Her nipples tightened. Chest rising and falling in rapid bursts, her face contorted into pained rapture. She moaned my name, clawed at my chest, and I became undone.

The feel of my girl trembling with the pleasure I gave her and my name on her swollen lips snapped all my control. I threw her down, draped her leg over the back of the seat, the other on my shoulder, and went at her. She was still coming, so tight I had to fight my way through. Jesus Christ, those sleek, flexing walls sucked me in and didn’t want to let go.

Zadie’s head thrashed. Her nails dug into my chest. I couldn’t stop looking at her, the flush of her cheeks and chest, how pretty her tits looked when I had her folded in half, the way her eyes went hazy, like she was on another plane.

She was taking me with her, and her cunt was so perfect, so welcoming and sweet, I’d follow her into hell if it meant I could keep fucking her for the rest of my tortured eternity.

My innocent, shy Zadie gave me something no one else had. This was mine and mine alone.

And in the back of my head, the thought rang out, no one else is ever going to have this. This will always be mine and mine alone. Always.

I spilled inside her while her eyes were locked on mine. Somewhere inside my chest, there was a crack. Small, but deep, it hurt but was a relief at the same time.

It was too much. Too fucking much.

I shoved my face in her neck, taking in her berries and rain.

“Need to take you home,” I murmured.

She nodded, slowly stroking my hair. “Okay. Let’s go home.”

When I pulled into the driveway at the house, Zadie touched my arm. “I thought you were taking me home.”

“I did.” Having zero desire to hear her protests, I turned off the car and hopped out, circling to her side. She was still sitting in her seat, chewing on her lip. “Get out of my truck, mama.”

She scrunched her nose. “It’s late. I should go back to my dorm.”

“Think it’s pretty clear I disagree. Come inside. I’m not sending you back to your dorm with my cum inside you. That’s not what this is between us. I let it slide last week, but that’s done.” I held out my hand to her. “Come on.”

She placed her hand in mine and allowed me to help her out of the SUV. When she was standing in front of me, she pressed her palm to my chest. “If you think I don’t want to be with you, you’re wrong. Things are just so new and a little complicated.”

I brought her knuckles to my mouth and grazed them along my lips. “Nah. Nothing’s complicated about this. I take my girl to dinner and dancing, she ends her night asleep in my bed. That’s how it is.”

She sighed, leaning into me. “We need to talk about this.”

“I’ll talk…when you’re in my bedroom, wearing my T-shirt.”

Zadie relented, following me inside, where it was quiet. It was rare for any of us to be home this early on a Saturday, and yeah, midnight was early. Marco and Julien were probably out, replaceing trouble, while I’d brought my trouble home with me.

After a hot shower and gentle fucking against the tiles, I slipped one of my black T-shirts over Zadie’s head and let it drape over her body. She wore it well, tight at her tits, loose in the middle, hugging her hips. It did nothing to cover her ass, but I didn’t have a single problem with that.

In my bed, she turned on her side, tucking her arm under her head. Her fingertips trailed down the center of my chest. Our feet were tangled in a knot.

“I don’t know how to tell Helen and Elena about this,” she whispered.

“Just tell the truth.”

She gave my chest hair a sharp tug. “That might work with Elena. Helen, though? No.”

“I don’t give a fuck what your girls think, Zadie. All I care about is what you think. Are you gonna let them influence you?”

My gut twisted. There was a good chance they could talk Zadie out of being with me. There was no love lost between us. Helen, especially. I’d known her peripherally since high school. Maybe before that. I couldn’t remember. And she’d known me too, saw and heard about the things I did. Still did. There was no world where she’d merrily give Zadie her blessing. Helen’s opinion of me didn’t matter. What she said to Zadie about me and how she twisted my image did.

“Influence me? No, they won’t, but it won’t make me happy to have you at odds with my friends. That’s why I want to make sure and know—”

I pressed my thumb to her mouth. “No. There’s no making sure.”

She bit my thumb, snarling, her little nose wrinkling up. “Don’t shush me, Amir. I was trying to say I want this thing between you and me to be solid before I rock the boat. I don’t know what that really looks like. Maybe it just means a little more time together, so when Helen comes back at me with all the bad about you—the bad I already know—I can tell her all the good only I get to see. She’s important to me, and so is Elena. I don’t want to be at odds with them.”

“So, I’m your dirty little secret until…when? How long?”

She leaned in and kissed my chin. A small gesture, but it was Zadie. She liked to kiss me there, and I more than liked when she did it.

“I’m really happy.” Her words were delicate and sweet, like spun sugar. “Can’t this be enough for now? When I think of how much we’ve shifted in such a short time, I get overwhelmed. I need—”

“What? What do you need?”

She rubbed her lips together, then took a breath. “I need you to cut me a little slack. Okay? Nothing about you and me is wrong or dirty, and I don’t want you to be a secret. You know, my mom already knows about you. Can’t that be enough? For right now?”

It wasn’t enough. Zadie drove me to distraction. The only way I was able to function was knowing she was mine. And that was low-functioning because I needed that public claim. All the little fuckboys who looked at my sweet girl like she was a possibility had to receive the message Zadie Night wasn’t an option. Not to touch, not to talk to, not even to look at if they’d like to keep their eyes.

“Fine.”

She kissed my chin again. “You don’t sound like you’re fine.”

Hooking my arm around her, I drew her to my chest. “I’m not going to pretend to be pleased with the situation, but I’ll live.” I touched my lips to her forehead. “Go to sleep, mama.”

“Don’t be mad at me.”

I frowned at her. God, she really had no idea. None. “I don’t think I’m really capable of being mad at you.”

“I’ll make it right, I promise.”

She might. Most likely, I’d lose patience and make it right for us both.