Original Sin By BookwormBaby2580.pdf

Original Sin By BookwormBaby2580

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1. Flesh and Bone

"Harder! Fuck, Mike, harder!" I fisted my hands around the sheets, leaning

forward on my elbows as Mike knelt behind me on the bed, driving into me. His

hand was splayed on my back, pushing me down onto the mattress, while the

other gripped my hip, holding me steady as he growled a filthy stream of

profanity.

God, he was so unbelievably good at this.

He complied eagerly with my request, increasing the power behind his thrusts,

and I practically screamed in pleasure. "Fuck! It feels so good!" I was right on the

edge, just needing a little nudge, and he gave it to me when his hands moved to

my shoulders, slamming me back against him.

"Yes! God, Mike!" I threw my head back, arching my back as I came, crying out

wordlessly through clenched teeth. Mike rode me through my orgasm, keeping

his pace strong and steady until my body sagged beneath him. He was right

behind me, his hips pumping erratically as he found his release. He was even

sexy when he came, letting out a guttural growl, his movements controlled and

demanding.

I mean, fuck. He was so good.

Mike rolled off of me, tugging me with him until I had scooted around and was

snuggled against his side. I rubbed my hand over his chest, feeling the rise and

fall under my fingers as he panted from exertion.

"Damn, baby," he smiled, "you give a man a workout." He slipped off his condom

and tied it up, tossing it into a trash can by the bed and grabbing some tissues

from the bedside table to clean up.

I just smiled and sighed happily. I knew I should go, but I wasn't quite ready to

leave the warmth of his body. I had been with Mike for over a year, had been

living with him for the past three months, and I still couldn't seem to get enough

of him.

I traced a finger around his nipple, remembering the first time I had seen him. I

had just started school at USC, and I was still overwhelmed by the transition

from small-town life in Forks to the huge, busy campus. I was sitting in the front

row of a large auditorium for a general education statistics class, feeling young,

naïve, and completely out of my league, when he had caught my eye from the

front of the room. He gave me a quick once-over and winked at me before

turning back to the professor to discuss his TA duties for the class.

A little thrill had run up my spine. I hadn't really been one to get a lot of attention

from boys in high school. I had been on a couple of awkward dates, and had even

lost my virginity in a mediocre tumble in a hotel room on prom night. But I

couldn't exactly call myself experienced, and any little show of attention left me

blushing bright red.

It was something I had to get used to. Though I had been the ugly duckling in

high school, I had apparently managed to grow into my name, because all of a

sudden, guys were noticing me. And not just awkward high school guys. For the

next several weeks, I found myself being flirted with, catered to, asked out . . .

and a fair number of these interactions occurred in my statistics class. Time and

time again, I blushed and agreed to a date with a guy, only to look up and find

Mike's eyes on me, a knowing smile playing around his lips.

Finally, after about a month and a half, and after I had made yet another date

after class, he strolled up to me and leaned on small fold-out desk in front of me.

"Are you busy tonight?" he asked me, his blue eyes locking on mine.

It was Friday. I hadn't had a free Friday night since I had started college. "Yes," I

told him, my stomach fluttering with nerves. Something about the way he looked

at me left me feeling weak and light-headed.

"What about tomorrow night?"

"Also busy."

"Cancel," he said, his gaze still intense.

I blushed and looked down, unable to take the weight of his stare. "I can't just

cancel."

"Why not?"

I tried to look up at him again, but I quickly dropped my gaze. He was completely

unnerving. "It's rude."

He didn't say anything, and for several long seconds I waited, my cheeks burning

from the blush that rose so easily to my face. I finally raised my eyes to him,

seeing him smirking down at me. He reached out and deliberately took my pen

from me, holding my hand in his and writing a series of numbers on the back. He

capped the pen and handed it back to me.

"When you get tired of playing with your little boys, you give me a call," he said,

and sauntered away.

I didn't cancel my dates. It was hard, but I didn't. I went out with Eric, and then

with Tyler, and I enjoyed their company immensely . . . at least, I did when I

wasn't thinking about Mike. And the next week, after taking several days to work

up my nerve, I called him.

That was it for me. We dated casually at first—or anyway, he dated me casually,

and I pretended to feel the same. But I was convinced he was the one for me,

right from the start, and I waited patiently for him to decide that I was the one

for him too.

And he did. After several months he and I were together all the time, staying

over at each other's apartments every night, and when our second spring

semester together started, we finally decided it was time we just moved in

together. My dad was pissed, my mom was elated, and I was just happy.

I could feel that happiness flowing all through my body now, but as much as I

enjoyed lying here beside him in post-orgasmic bliss, I had things to do. "I need

to go," I said, reluctantly.

"Don't." He grabbed the hand that rested on his chest. "Stay home tonight."

"I can't. Finals are coming up, I need to put in some serious study time."

"Studying is overrated," he grinned, tucking his hands under his head.

"Not when you have a scholarship to maintain." I pushed off of the bed and

moved to the bathroom to clean up, then returned and grabbed my clothes off of

the floor.

"How come you always study at the library?" he pouted.

As if he didn't know. "Because when I study here, you distract me," I grinned,

tugging on my clothes. "I can't get anything done because you keep dragging me

back to the bedroom."

He smirked. "Tell you what? Take those clothes back off and go study on the

couch, and I'll just keep myself entertained while you work."

"Right," I snorted. "I'm leaving." I leaned down for a quick kiss, but of course he

didn't let me get away with that. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me

down on top of him and pinning me against his chest as I giggled and struggled

to break free.

"Michael Newton, behave yourself!" I laughed. "God, you would think after four

months of living together you'd be used to me leaving in the evenings."

"I'm used to it," he sighed, releasing me. "But that doesn't mean I like it." He sat

up, running his hand through his sex-tousled hair. "Go be a good girl and do your

homework. I'll be at the bar late, so I won't be here when you get home."

"'Kay. Love you." I headed out the door and locked the apartment behind me

before driving to Doheny Memorial Library.

My truck was one of very few things that I didn't pay for with the living stipend

that came with my scholarship. Those dollars only stretched so far, and

transportation wasn't something that I could make them cover. I had intended to

rely on public transportation at school, but Charlie was extremely uncomfortable

with that notion. He had insisted on helping me drive my truck all the way to Los

Angeles, and he paid my insurance and my gas card so that I would never find

myself without a ride. It was such a Charlie thing to do, making sure I was safe

and protected, and every time I thought about it, it made me smile.

And I had to admit, it did make it easier to study where I could focus. Every

night, Monday through Friday, I got away from the irresistible distraction that

was Mike's body and headed to the library to do my schoolwork. There were a

few regulars that I tended to see there every night, or on particular nights of the

week, and being creatures of habit, we all had favorite tables where we liked to

sit. My place was at the corner of a table for six, where I could spread out with all

my books. At the table to my right, a couple who had been together as long as I

had been coming to the library would work together and quiz each other quietly

on test questions. I thought it was tremendously sweet. To my left, an older

blond man always sat, taking up even more space than I did. He would fill his

entire six-person table with haphazard stacks of books, reference materials, and

loose pages, and he would occasionally stop typing at his laptop and move

around the table, reading and checking his materials. I was curious about what

he was writing, but I had never had the nerve to interrupt him to ask.

Lately, though, with finals coming up, we regulars hadn't always been able to get

our usual seats. More and more students were resorting to the library to cram,

and the place had become almost as distracting as my apartment.

Okay, not quite. I shook my head and laughed to myself as I pictured Mike's

naked body. The library would never be that distracting.

But I was a little late getting there tonight, due to our impromptu tumble in the

sheets, and when I got to my regular space, I saw that it was packed full.

Students sat in every available seat, and even the regular Study Couple had been

relegated to a single study carrel across the room from where they preferred to

be. The only available chairs were at the table with the older blond man, who had

apparently managed to get there early enough that he could still spread out over

the whole table. He was typing away at his laptop, his tie loosened and his blue

Oxford shirt open at the collar, as usual.

I bit my lip, gathering my nerve to speak to him. I had always been shy, and I

really didn't want to get in his way, but at this point I didn't have much choice.

Bella, stop being ridiculous, I chided myself. He had always been perfectly nice,

with the occasional nod-and-smile greeting. Once he had even held the door for

me when we were both leaving at the same time.

I took a deep breath, scanning the room one more time for any other places that

might be available to sit. There was nothing, though, and I edged uncomfortably

toward his table, stopping at the opposite corner from where he sat.

"Um . . . I'm sorry to bother you."

His eyes raised, but looked more through me than at me, as his fingers continued

to tap away at his laptop. For a moment he typed, not-looking at me, and then

his fingers stilled and his eyes snapped into focus. "Hm?" He raised his eyebrows,

still looking distracted.

I gestured to the chair in front of me. "Would you mind?" I asked anxiously.

"Sorry, it's a little busy today."

"Oh, not at all." He jumped up from his chair and started moving his things out of

the way, clearing a space for me to work. He had to stack papers and open texts

together, but he didn't seem to mind. "Pardon me, I know I make sort of a

mess," he said, looking a little sheepish.

"This is great," I said when he had opened up a couple of feet of empty space in

front of the chair. "I really appreciate it."

He glanced around the room, seeming surprised to see so many people there.

"It's a bit busy in here tonight."

"You get pretty focused, don't you?" I laughed.

He gave me a charming smile as he settled into his seat again, a dimple

appearing in his cheek. "I'm afraid I do."

Damn. He was kind of hot. I had never noticed that before.

I tugged out my own laptop and a textbook, arranging them in front of me. "I'll

try not to bother you," I promised him.

He flashed me another smile and returned to his work.

The evening passed pleasantly. We each worked silently, though I always thought

it was amusing when he moved around the table to check his reference materials,

and once I held a couple of books for him while he fished out a text that had been

stacked underneath them. But for the most part we left each other alone, as

usual, and when I had crammed more knowledge into my head than I could

actually retain, I bid him goodbye and headed home.

I showered and pulled on a pair of shorts and one of Mike's old T-shirts, and I

was heading to bed when I spotted a little sampler box of Aplets and Cotlets on

my pillow. My jaw dropped open as I moved to pick it up. I loved the little

candied fruits, but I had only ever seen them in Washington. How Mike had

gotten ahold of them here in California I didn't know, but he deserved one serious

blow job for it.

There was a folded sheet of note paper beneath the box, and I picked it up,

opening it and reading the note scrawled on it.

Love you forever. –Mike

"Mike, you're the best!" I squealed, even though he wasn't there to hear me. I

set the box on the bedside table and scooted under the covers, planning to do

something extra special for him to thank him for his thoughtfulness.

2. Samaritan

The next day went pretty much like that one. I treated Mike to that blow job

before heading off to the library, which was packed full once again. The blond

man saw me walk in this time and after a quick glance around the room, smiled

and cleared some space away from the corner chair again, allowing me room to

sit and work.

"Thanks," I laughed.

"Not at all."

He wasn't as focused today. He spent a lot of time leaning back in his chair,

alternately tapping his foot or running a hand through his hair. I looked up from a

page of notes I was reviewing at one point to see him staring off into space.

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