Colton

*Flashback eight years ago

Luna went home, and I was alone in our room in the NYU dorm for a week already. I should celebrate that her brother found out that she was sharing a room with a guy, and there was no way he'd allow her to come back.

But a weird thing happened to me. I kept on waiting for her to come back. I missed her terribly — our exchanged of bickering and banter every day, the scent of her cologne that lingered in my nose whenever she walked past me, watching her beautiful face as she slept peacefully like a baby, hearing her even breathing at the middle of the night, and staring at her secretly over my book when she combed her silky dark hair.

I came back to our room one day after playing basketball. It was surprising to see Luna back in our room, packing. She was throwing all her stuff in a duffel bag on her bed.

"You're back."

She glanced at me, then said, "yeah. You should throw a party later, because I'll be home for good. Congrats, you've got the room for yourself."

My forehead furrowed as I looked at her with a confused expression.

"You're leaving... for good?"

She turned to me and frowned. "Isn't that what I just said? I thought you'd only need your personality and brain checked. Now, seems like you need your ears checked, too."

I didn't care what harsh words she threw at me (I deserved it after all the mean things I said to her), I just didn't want her to leave.

She fought for her independence, showing she could manage on her own. Now, she accepted the failure because she'd be back home with her family.

"You stay. I'll transfer to another room."

"Are you kidding me? Being in this room is a big deal for you. There's no way you'd give up the bed of your basketball idol, Tim Roberts. You'd fight nail and tooth for it."

"Yeah, I did. But I realized it doesn't matter anymore. I was being too childish..."

"Wow." She chuckled briefly, then gave me a disgusted look. "I was gone for a week, and I came back, knowing my baby ogre roommate has matured. Too late. I'm leaving."

She zipped her bag, then carried it to the door without looking at me.

"Luna. Wait." I grabbed her bag, not letting it go. "You're not leaving."

"What are you doing?" She pulled the bag harder. "Let go, Colton."

"I mean it. I'll leave and you can stay here." I insisted.

Both of us let go of her bag and it dropped to the floor.

She looked at me with intense hatred and asked. "Why? Give me a valid reason you want me to stay. So, you can have someone to bully? Is that it?"

"No." I shook my head vigorously. "I won't tell you, because you won't believe it, anyway."

"Try me." She moved closer to me, her chin lifted, meeting my eyes. "Maybe it's the only thing you'll say that I'd believe."

I looked away, pressing my lips together tightly, gathering a lot of courage, then met her eyes again.

"I know it's weird, but... I love you." I said and saw the sudden changed of expression on her face. Her face flushed with shocked and anger.

"Oh, God! How I hate you! How could you stoop so low, saying those words to me? You don't even know the meaning of the word love!"

I probably went overboard by using love, but that's what I felt at that moment. All that mattered to me was telling her how I truly felt. But she didn't take it well. It just made her hate me more.

The next thing I knew, she was getting wild and kept saying how much she hated me. She threw everything her hands could get hold of at me - my books, pillows, shoes, everything. When she got hold of my first ever MVP basketball trophy (that mattered a lot to me), I dove at her, and we both landed on my bed.

Crazy thing happened. We continued to fight until suddenly we stopped. She was lying on her back facing me, and I was on top of her. We stared at each other, breathing raggedly and feeling each other. I didn't know who started it first, but we ended up kissing.

"Oh God, you're so beautiful, Luna." I kissed her harder, and she responded with equal fervor. I was as hungry for her as she was for me. She opened her lips wider, giving me more access as I slid my tongue inside, tasting and exploring every recess of her sweet mouth.

She didn't object when my hand creeped inside her oversized black shirt and touched her bare breast. Damn. She wore conservative clothing, was mysterious and all, but didn't wear a bra. She had me completely lose my mind.

She gasped when I kneaded her breast with my hand and rubbed her swollen nipple with my thumb.

"Colton..." she moaned, and all I could think was to give her more pleasure.

I lifted her shirt and replaced my hand with my mouth. It was very satisfying to hear her moans and pants getting louder and faster as I suckled her soft, perky breast and flicked her hard nipple. She removed her shirt and invited me to do the same to the twin peak.

I traced the smooth skin of her waist, her back and stomach, memorizing every inch with my fingers. She didn't protest at all when my hands moved above the hem of her sweatpants and removed it.

We kissed again. I ran my hand on her inner thigh, gently and slowly, until I reached the delicate edge of her panties.

"Colton..." Her lower lip trembled as she bit down, her face turning a rosy shade from the intense surge of passion.

My mouth transferred to the sensitive spot behind her ear, suckling and licking, while my fingers slipped inside her panties, caressing her sensitive area, gradually intensifying her pleasure.

"Ah... um...oh Colton... please..." Her whimpers, pants and moans were music in my ears.

"Luna, I want you so much." I whispered in her ear. "Let me taste you."

"Huh?" She looked puzzled. "What?"

"I want to kiss you." I said softly, stroking her feminine core, "here."

"Oh," she looked shocked, then frowned. "Is that possible?"

I hid a smile, and I nodded.

"Oh, God." She sighed, then allowed me to remove her panties.

She looked so beautiful all naked on my bed. She had a perfect body–smooth skin, perfectly soft perky breasts and pink nipples, a flat stomach, long legs and a totally shaven feminine core.

I gently pushed her knees apart and observed her watching me as I caressed her thighs before positioning myself between her legs.

The scent of her arousal was delightful, a sweet fragrance of her pure desire. She was all wet and ready for me to give her oral pleasure.

I kissed the sides of her center, gave soft suckles and licks, simply teasing her, until she whimpered impatiently. My mouth transferred to her center, giving her gentle laps, drinking her juices, before licking and swirling the tip of my tongue to her swollen bead.

"Oh, Colton..." She bit her lower lip and arched her back in intense pleasure.

Swiftly, I removed my clothes and back ravishing and eating her center like a feast. My tongue alternately pushing inside her center and licking her bead aggressively until she became so restless.

I positioned myself on top of her. Our kiss was different this time - hungrier, greedier, more aggressive and possessive.

No need to ask permission. She was giving herself to me fully and wholly. I reached for protection and opened her legs wider and entered her gently.

She was so tight, and I knew I had to stop. She hadn't had sex before. It was her first time.

"This is a bad idea, Luna. I don't want to hurt you." I pulled away from her, but she stopped me. Her legs straddled on my hips, her hand grasped my shoulders.

"Don't you ever stop, Colton. Or I swear, I'm going to hate you more."

We stared at each other, then I leaned my forehead against hers. We were both panting, still in the verse of flaming passion.

"Do it now, Colton."

I couldn't resist what she was asking me because I wanted her so badly, more than anything in the world at that moment.

I entered her gently. But she flinched in pain, and I had to stop again. But she encouraged me to continue until I fully entered her.

We kissed again, more passionately, as I moved my length, pulling out and pushing inside her slowly until she adjusted. Each movement became deeper, harder and faster, until together we found the rhythm of our pleasure and soar to the peak of ecstasy.

The aftermath of our lovemaking didn't come out well. We collapsed in each other's arms, and I was at the heights of my emotions.

"I love you, Luna. I mean it." I confessed again. But she pushed me away from her, then she stood up and picked her scattered clothes on the floor and put it on.

I did the same and continued to watch her.

"Say something, Luna. Tell me, what are you thinking?"

"Okay, I'll tell you. You're making me so mad at you for saying you love me. You don't just say 'I love you' to a girl because you had sex with her. Besides, you hate me, Colton. That's what you truly feel. So, don't be a hypocrite and use the word love. Because love is a big word for me."

"You're the only girl I told 'I love you.' I swear. I'm just being real about how I really feel about you."

"Stop it, okay?" She got closer and pointed her finger at my chest. "You don't love me, Colton. You hate me as much as I hate you. What just happened doesn't change a thing. Let's just forget about it and stay out of each other's way."
"No way. That's something I can't forget easily."
She lifted her chin, then said. "Try harder."