Free Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance by Alyse Zaftig

edge.
    He stayed there, on top of me and inside of me, for a few seconds as both of us came down from our orgasms. He rolled off of me. He took off the condom and tied it off before throwing it in his trashcan.
    "I'll be right back."
    I could hear the water running the bathroom. He came back in with a wet blue washcloth.
    "Let's clean you up."
    I watched as he wiped the mixture of my blood and juices off of me. 
    I saw for the first time that there was a gigantic bloodstain on his sheets.
    "Oh my god! That's huge! I'll wash it for you, I promise."
    "Are you joking? It's like a badge of honor. I'm so glad that I was your first. You never forget your first."
    He leaned in and kissed me gently, as lightly as a butterfly landing on a newly opened flower. "Thank you."
    I kissed him again. "Thank you. That was beautiful. Thank you for giving me a wonderful first time."
    "It was my pleasure. Literally."
    Together, we stripped the bed of the bloodstained sheets and put on another set. It felt good to engage in silent teamwork with Trouble. It was like we were in sync. 
    "Will you spend the night?"
    "Of course." I pulled on my underwear, which were Thinx. They were made for periods, so catching a little bit of blood after losing my virginity was easy and painless. I wouldn't stain another set of sheets.
    I lay with him, with my back to his front. I felt absolutely safe enclosed in his strong arms. I felt his hard body behind me, and I knew that as long as Trouble kept me like this, nobody would hurt me. 
    He kissed the back of my neck, and it was as good as a lullaby for getting me to sleep. My eyes drooped, then they closed. I fell asleep in his bed, his naked body wrapped around mine.

24

Going Steady
    Trouble
    I couldn't keep my roommates away from our suite forever, but I threatened to burn all their textbooks if they teased Laila when she was over at our place. I also gave them an enormous GameSpot gift card. They promised to behave when she was around.
    Laila was over at my place every night. She did her homework at my desk, naked. I was careful to keep my door closed when we were alone together. Even when we were working on different things, it felt good for both of us just to be in the same room.
    We made love every night. Sweet love. Hard love. Fast love. And the morning sex was even better. We had a game when we woke each other up. We had a rule that one of us could wake the other up only by making them come.
    That meant that I would wake up to feel her tugging on my dick with her little hands, enveloping my hard rod with the warmth of her sweet mouth, shooting and emptying myself inside of her as she swallowed.
    Or I would wake her up by tonguing her little pussy or her clit, waking her body up in the best way possible.
    She would ride me in the morning, or I would take her doggy style. Sometimes I pushed her so that she was flat on my bed. Sometimes I woke up to my hands tied in a belt attached to my headboard as she took me exactly how she wanted me.
    It was so perfect that I knew that it couldn't last.
    In November, the whole campus geared up for our week-long Thanksgiving break.
    "Are you going home for Thanksgiving?" she asked me unexpectedly one night. "My mom just asked me if you were free."
    "Nah, I'm not going home for Thanksgiving," I said, throwing my shirt into my hamper. "My dad is in Singapore. We're not big holiday people, anyway."
    "Come home with me. You know my parents love you."
    I thought about Chris. I knew I'd end up like Brayden Roberts if I came home with Laila. "No, that's okay. I'll do my own thing."
    She pouted. "But Chris isn't even going to be home. He's on a stupid whitewater rafting trip with his buddies. It'll just be my parents alone with me."
    I snapped to attention. "Chris isn't coming home for Thanksgiving?" Maybe I had a chance of making it out of Thanksgiving lunch with her family alive.
    "Yeah. I can't believe that he thinks that hanging out with his friends is more important than