Eternal Academy

CATALINA

Mateo was waiting for me outside the arena, a sheepish look on his face. I grinned, launching myself at him.

My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands went to my ass, gripping it so I wouldn’t fall. I squeaked in surprise, causing him to drop me.

“I didn’t mean to... I wasn’t trying to...” he stammered, turning red.

I smirked. “You trying to cop a feel?” I asked. He stammered an apology then turned on his heels, almost speed-walking away from me.

I laughed, only for him to turn back around and hold his hand out to me as he kept avoiding eye contact. I grabbed his hand.

“Such a gentleman. What are you doing here?” I asked. He didn’t answer, apparently still too embarrassed to speak to me.

We walked to the dorms in silence. From the blush still on his face, I could tell he was still thinking about what had just happened.

“Hey. I was just joking. You know that, right?” I asked him. He nodded, still not looking at me. I grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop. “Mateo.”

He stiffened, finally facing me. “I’m sorry.”

I cocked my head at him. “It’s fine. It’s not like you smacked it,” I joked.

He coughed, dragging his hand down his face. “God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, grabbing my hand again and pulling me into a walk.

My grin was so wide I thought my lips were going to split.

When we got to the dorms, I wasn’t ready to part from him. “Want to check out my room?” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and I smirked.

“Not like that, you dirty dog.” Not waiting for his answer, I pulled him through the front doors.

“Catalina!” Matt walked up to me, pulling me into a rough hug. “I’m so glad you’re still alive.”

I snorted in his chest. “Was I meant to die today?”

“You can’t shift, and you played in the war games. I thought for sure you were going to die.” He pulled back, noticing the male behind me. “Mateo?” He squints. “It is you! What’s going on here?”

I stepped back from him, my back accidentally pressing into Mateo’s chest. I hadn’t realized he was so close to me, but damn, he felt good.

I pressed into him more, looking up at a confused Matt. “We’re going to my room,” I informed him.

Someone wolf-whistled. Looking around Matt, I spotted Zach grinning on the couch. I rolled my eyes. Boys. I brushed past him and we continued to the stairs.

“Use a condom!” one of them shouted after us. Now it was my turn to blush. I didn’t dare look back at Mateo.

I shoved him into my room, locking the door behind us. “Wolves are such animals,” I chuckled nervously. He cleared his throat, looking around my bare room.

“I didn’t have time to pack anything before I was forced here,” I explained, taking a seat on the bed and patting the space next to me.

He sat down, leaving a wide space between us. I clicked my tongue, something inside me whining at the distance. I wanted to be closer. No, I needed to be closer.

Without thinking, I stood up and moved until I was standing in front of him. Then I gracefully plopped down on his lap.

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist. “You’re very bold,” he mumbled, tucking my head under his chin. I shrugged. “It’s nice,” he continued.

I inhaled his scent of mangoes and books, causing a fluttering in my chest. My hand reached up into his fiery red hair, wrapping a few strands around my fingers.

It was silky smooth, like I knew it would be. My gaze dropped to his lips. I so desperately wanted a taste.

Was it too soon? Would he avoid me if I pressed my lips to his? I debated my options, wondering if I should push him for more or just accept our friendship.

He released a sigh and I decided to just go for it. Tilting my head, I pressed my lips to his. He stiffened, and I feared I may have crossed a line.

But then his arm tightened and he relaxed, working his mouth against mine.

Fireworks exploded across my mouth, sparks shooting through my body as I pressed closer. He lifted me, angling my body so I was straddling him.

I licked his bottom lip, wanting to taste him. His lips parted and I slipped my tongue into his mouth, exploring him with a desperation that surprised us both.

It was like I couldn’t get enough of him.

Our breaths mixed together as one. I moaned, grinding my hips into him. Something clawed at me to claim him. Because he was mine.

The possessive thought didn’t frighten me. It felt right. From the moment I’d met him, there was this connection between us.

And now I felt that connection getting stronger, forming some kind of bond. I didn’t understand it, but I knew he was mine. He was made for me and I him.

Pushing gently on his shoulders, I broke the kiss, sliding down his body. Crouching between his legs on the floor, I worked the buttons of his jeans. He watched me, a cloud of lust in his hooded eyes.

Freeing him from his jeans, I wrapped my hand around his erection. He moaned, a flush taking over his features. He was hot and thick in my hands.

Not wasting any more time, I dipped my head, taking him into my mouth. I moaned around his length. He was fucking huge. My little nerd had the dick of a porn star.

The taste of his pre-cum coated the back of my tongue, and I sucked hungrily.

My head bobbed up and down between his legs as I tried to take all of him. He hit the back of my throat and I swallowed, earning a satisfied sound from him.

My hand furiously pumped the part I couldn’t get in my mouth. I swirled, nipped, and sucked my heart out, bringing him to the edge.

He swelled in my mouth, his fingers gripping my hair. His release shot out in large spurts, coating the back of my throat.

I sucked him dry, making sure to get every drop. He tasted like heaven.

I released him from my mouth with a loud pop. I stood and started stripping out of my clothes, his eyes watching my every move.

He moved further up the bed when I tossed my panties to the side. I stood completely naked in front of him as his eyes took in my body with admiration and lust.

“You’re beautiful,” he choked out, blushing. “Come here.”

I climbed up his body, trapping his cock between my legs. He was already hard again. I leaned forward, capturing his mouth with mine.

His hand went to my hair as the other arm wrapped around my waist. Kissing him was like breathing life. I moaned, grinding my slick heat against him, coating him in my wetness.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “I need to be in you.” He spoke with confidence, but the slight red tint to his ears gave away how nervous he was.

I nodded, sitting up straight. Lifting my hips, I reached between us, grabbing and guiding him to my hungry cunt.

When I felt him at my entrance, I sank down slowly, gasping at the feel of him. He was stretching me almost painfully.

His hands grabbed my hips, a look of concern in his eyes. I smiled reassuringly at him, sinking fully down. I waited, getting adjusted to his size. When I was comfortable, I rotated my hips.

Both of us moaned in pleasure. “You’re so wet for me,” he grunted, lifting his hips. I moaned as he went deeper. Placing my hands on his chest, I leaned forward to slide up his length.

When I felt the tip of him, I slammed back down. I repeated the motion over and over. My walls clenched around him, and I knew I was close.

He grabbed my waist, slamming his hips up into me. He bottomed out inside of me, roaring his release. I came soon after, soaking his cock in my juices.

Between us, a long red cord snapped into place, the ends connected where our hearts were. I watched in amazement until it disappeared, falling onto his chest.

He was breathing just as hard as I was. My eyes fluttered closed to the sound of his breathing.