by Hunter Rose
She grabs ahold of my face. “You ruined me the moment I met you.”
I kiss her with all the pain, trust, fear, lust, and any other emotion that ripples through me causing my skin to burn with heat.
I’m rock hard, and there’s no stopping me tonight. The exhaustion I felt earlier disappears, and the only thing my mind can think about is her. Being so deep inside her. Being fused as one.
My hands rummage all over her body and her eyes widen at my possessiveness. It fuels me on.
I want back inside her, but I need to make sure she’s ready for me. I need to let her know that she’s the only one I want.
Her body is so ripe and ready for me, makes my cock pulse. I run my dick through her wetness, and she bucks up to grind against me. “Such a needy girl.” I smile down on her.
“Please,” she begs.
I don’t answer her pleas, only sheath my cock with a condom and position myself at her tight entrance.
I push in slowly, ever so carefully, afraid to hurt her.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She smiles and takes my lips with hers.
The moment I’m completely inside her, I stall. Fuck, I never knew she’d feel this damn good.
I roam my hands all over her body, pulling, tugging, kneading her delicate skin, memorizing her body. I don’t want to ever forget how good she feels. As if I ever could forget. She’s captured me.
My cock slams inside her as she moans my name over and over. It’s like music to my ears, and I love it more than anything.
There’s meaning behind her touches, and I want to study it for the rest of my life. To understand everything she’s telling me every time she places her hands on me. My body climbs as I keep pushing deeper inside her, claiming every inch of her. She’s mine. And tonight, I won’t let her forget it.
I slant my lips over hers, kissing her with no mercy. I kiss her until we both gasp for breath from each other. I kiss her to let her know she’s the only one I want to kiss.
My gaze drops to her round, perfect breasts and I lean down to take a nipple into my mouth. I gently bite down, applying more pressure the longer I suck on her.
Our bodies climb together now, her moans growing to high-pitched screams as I ravage her body harder and faster.
She begs me not to stop, she begs me to keep going. And more than anything she begs me to never let her go. And more than anything I want to keep these promises to her. To be the man she needs and to never let her go, but even though tonight I am everything she needs, I can never be the man she wants.
For tonight only, I treat her as if she is the only star in my sky. And tomorrow when the sun rises, and all the stars fade, I’ll have to be man enough to walk away.
I drive into her pussy deeper than before and her nails rake down my back. It turns me into something wilder, crazier with lust, and I pound harder. Our bodies are both so close, and I want more than anything to bring her to where she needs to be. To her most ultimate pleasure. And I wish more than anything I can always be the man to bring her here.
Outside the wind howls through the trees, screaming and tearing through the night, knowing full well that I won’t be able to ever keep my promises to her.
But I ignore the wind, I ignore the stars and moon shining down on us, knowing that I can never be the one for her.
Tonight, she’s mine and I exude my power over her again and again. I give and she takes. I push and she pulls. Together, in a perfect harmony. A symphony of bodies mingling together in this moment forever.
If one can ever believe in repeating moments, or warping time, let them warp this night to replay over and over again for the rest of my life.
I run my finger over her clit, and she moans, a long, low sound. “Trace, I’m so close.”
“I know baby, give it to me. Give me yourself.”
Her eyes slam into mine, and our hearts beat together, in tune and in sync as we keep rocking into each other.
Tangled together, we reach that precipice, and she’s the first to let loose, tumbling down around me.
“Don’t ever forget me,” I whisper against her cries of passion, speaking only for her heart to hear.
My body plunges full speed ahead, and I lose control, thrusting, pounding, and tearing through her like a ghost in the night.
And maybe tomorrow that’s all this will ever be, a ghost of a memory. Because once this bet’s done, that’s all I’ll ever be.
The next day I give Vanessa a ride into work and then head home to finish my ethics paper for Professor Cahill.
I try not to think about the previous night, but how can I not? How can I not think about every second over and over again from that encounter? It was magical.
And it’s the first time in a long time I haven’t needed the kinky factor to get off with a woman.
Vanessa will be at work all day, and I miss her the moment she walks away.
Inside my bedroom, I start on my paper on the ethical actions of people in positions of power. Is my father an ethical person? Values have always been a big deal for him. I work on it for a while, and then venture into the kitchen for lunch.
Tony is sitting at the kitchen table, eating a hot dog. Just the person I want to talk to.
“Hey, Tony, can we talk a minute?” I ask him.
“Sure, bro, what’s up?” he asks, finishing up the last of his lunch.
I open the fridge and peer inside to find something that will sate my appetite.
“Did you ask Vanessa out and try to kiss her the other night?”
“What do you mean?” His eyebrows arch as he studies me.
“Dude, you know what I mean. Did you ask her out a while ago?”
He shakes his head and lets out a healthy chuckle. “Yeah, I may have. I ask out so many girls, they all blend. As for the kiss, I was drunk.”
Tony’s dated many girls, sometimes a few at the same time. I take little stock in what he says and let it roll off my shoulders.
“There isn’t anything else going on?” I ask, as I get the ingredients together to make a sandwich.
“Nah, man.”
“Listen close. If you mess with her, then you mess with me. Got that?”
“Dude, chill. I’m not after her.”
“Okay,” I blurt out.
“So, how are things going with her?” he asks, placing his plate into the sink.
“Going good.” I don’t get into the depth of our relationship with him but think back to the bet.
“A few weeks left to go,” he nudges, trying to annoy me.
“Yeah, I’m bringing her to brunch with my parents at the club.”
His eyes widen. “You are?”
“Yeah.” I give him my half-grin and hear my phone ring in the bedroom. I race down the hall and launch onto the bed to answer.
“Hello,” I say into the phone.
“Hey, Trace.”
“Who is this?” I ask, looking at the phone without recognizing the number.
“It’s Hailey,” she says, sounding dejected. Like I should know her voice by now. And who knows, maybe I should. I glance around my room, not really knowing what to say to her.
“Oh, hey, how are you?” Shit, why did I answer the phone?
“I’m okay. What are you doing tonight?”
“Not much,” I say, knowing Vanessa has to work all night, but planning to maybe follow Jordan around a little later.
“Oh, well, I was wondering if you were going to Sofa Kings later.”
“Nah, not tonight,” I say, wishing I could get off the phone.
“Oh. Are you still seeing that blonde bitch?” she asks, shocking me by her choice of words about Vanessa.
“Excuse me?” I stand from my bed.
“Are you still seeing her?” she screeches, her voice rather annoying.
The psycho comes out in her tone, and now I need to end this call.
“Look, Hailey, I’m not into jealous girls. Gotta go,” I say, hoping she gets the h
int.
“Trace, I don’t understand what you see in her.”
“Hailey, just stop. I’m not interested in you that way.”
“Fine.” She hangs up the phone. I need to keep her hostility away from Vanessa.
After working on my paper, I head out and hunt Jordan down. Now, where do I begin? I decide on Vanessa. The Cobra starts with a rumble, and I drive down the road. Something is off about Jordan. I want to find out what it is.
I drive around the parking lot of the plaza where Vanessa works and look for the little red pickup truck.
It’s parked in the last spot in the back. I find a good vantage point and park.
A few minutes later, his truck pulls out, and I follow. I stay far enough to not be seen, but close enough to keep tabs on him.
I follow him into an apartment complex. He slams his truck door shut and walks to the last apartment in the neighborhood. Great, I’ve followed him home. Now what?
Defeated, I head back home, upset that I’m still no closer to figuring out who is bothering Vanessa. I pull up to my house and shut off the engine. The house is dark, and I’m grateful that no one is home. There is a little note taped to the front door.
Leave her alone, she is mine.
I crumple the note and enter my house. Anger boils through me, and I re-open the letter, reading it over and over. One thing I know: it wasn’t Jordan who placed this note here. I look at the handwriting, which appears to be about as bad as a doctor’s scribble. I’m barely able to make out the letters, but the message is loud and clear. Problem is, I don’t heed a threat. I don’t intend to stay away from her, and any note trying to dissuade me from it isn’t going to stop me. Who is this jerk, telling me to leave her alone?
I head back to my bedroom and throw the note on top of the dresser. Lying on the bed, I doze off.
A while later, I wake and Vanessa’s in my arms. “What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice still heavy with sleep.
“Darren let me in.”
I turn the lamp on, making sure it is indeed Vanessa in my bed.
“I missed you today,” she purrs, bringing my body to life.
“I missed you too, baby.” I stare into her blue eyes. And then I kiss her, knowing I want to always wake up to her beside me.
“Remove your clothes,” I whisper.
Vanessa starts to speak and I tsk her. “No speaking tonight. Unless I tell you to.”
She nods her head, understanding my simple request.
Her pants come off, and my fingers remove my white tee. I throw it on the floor.
I stand up, removing my boxers so I can stare at her on the bed. She’s so fucking sexy.
She’s on the bed, sprawled out, playing with her tits at my request. “Help me forget everything,” she says in a whisper.
I nod, and her blue eyes spear me open with one glance. I turn my head, not wanting to meet them with my own. It’s too painful. I push any ounce of emotions aside.
“Play with your pussy for me. Imagine it’s my tongue eating you up.”
She does as she’s told. A good little girl. An obedient one.
I take my throbbing cock in my hand, pumping up and down my own shaft. Fuck, it feels so good. I suck in a deep breath, releasing the tension plaguing me.
“Tell me you’re ready for me to teach you, to instruct you.” Because I know she mentioned not being very experienced.
“I’m ready for my lesson, Professor,” she coos, and my cock damn near explodes.
“I’m going to show you the art of dirty talk. I want you to talk dirty to me.”
She sprawls her body against the soft sheets of my bed, twisting and turning as I watch her in her black lace panties and bra. Naughty girl.
“I’m yours to teach.” She smiles, arching her back off the bed, the white sheets caressing her sweet body. And it is so fucking sweet.
“Lie down and tell me, using the filthiest word you can think of, how wet you are.” I step closer to the bed, my cock still in my hands, pumping slowly.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes roaming over my body, landing on my dick. “My cunt is slippery wet for you. I’m drenched.”
“Good girl. Now spread your legs and show me. Use your fingers.”
Her hand slips between her long legs, running underneath the lace of her panties down to her sweet spot. “Trace,” she moans.
“Keep calling me ‘Professor’.” I arch a brow, gauging her reaction. “I liked that.”
“Professor,” she says in a whisper. Her fingers rub along her pussy as my hand on my cock picks up speed.
“Good. Now tell me what you want in that sweet mouth of yours. Make it dirty.” I reach my finger up and tug on her bottom lip as I drown in her soft eyes.
“I want your cock.”
“You can do better than that.” I pinch her lip and release it between my fingers.
“I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock.”
I lean my head to the side, contemplating if her words are dirty enough to my liking. “Nastier,” I demand.
She breathes in deeply, her hand still working her tight pussy. “I want your thick cock to slam into my hot mouth and fuck it hard. I want you to come down my throat while you pull my hair.”
I grin, as I lean my head back, eyes closing, thinking about doing just that. “You want me to come all over your tongue?”
“Yes.” She removes her panties from her legs and tosses them to me.
I catch them with my free hand, bringing the lace to my nose and inhaling her succulent scent. “Damn babe, what else do you want?”
She gets up to her knees, with her bottom lip jutting out. “Professor, I’ve been a naughty student. I didn’t do the assignment you assigned. Punish me.”
Hot damn. Who knew Vanessa, timid, shy, Vanessa could say such filthy things to get me riled up?
“Talk dirty to me, baby.” My cock is once again in my hand as I move closer to the bed, rolling a condom on.
I want her more than anything.
Having her dirty mouth is just what I need tonight. To not think about anything; my life, my future, and definitely not my fucking past.
Fast, punishing strokes consume me as I thrust everything I have inside her.
I don’t stop, the feelings are too much. Her sweet pussy engulfs my cock, making me see a future with her. A future I can’t have. She’s way too good for me.
She moans and groans with every pound of my cock, making me reach my release that much quicker.
“Do you like the feel of me deep inside you? Spreading you open, making you come all over me.”
“Yes, Professor,” she screams as her orgasm shakes her body against me. It feels so good, having her come all over me.
Could I really have something with her? It would never work, right?
I chase after her orgasm with my own release, closing my eyes and my mind to any thoughts of having her for the rest of my life.
I can’t have those thoughts, even if they make me feel something.
The house is still quiet the next morning when I glance at my phone and see I’ve slept the morning away. It’s already 11 a.m.
Vanessa is no longer here, leaving a note that she had to go home.
My phone rings, and I lunge for it, hoping to hear her sexy voice.
“Hello,” I say into the phone.
“Trace, how are you?” I hear Mr. Roberts’s voice pound into the phone.
“Hello, sir.”
“I want to go over the schedule for this summer with you. Are you free right now to discuss it?”
“Sure. Sounds great,” I answer.
He lectures me on and on about the importance of the internship. The same thing my father has been droning on about for weeks. He also adds that he hopes nothing will distract me.
We hang up after discussing a few details, and I’m exhausted just listening to him. This summer internship is a big deal for my father, but I hate how they both keep reminding me about that agai
n and again.
I put on my swim trunks and head to the beach to surf my troubles away.
16
Vanessa
Last night was amazing. I hadn’t planned to go over to Trace’s, but I just had to be close to him. To feel him. I just wanted him to hold me. With everything happening between us, I wanted that closeness. It’s almost like I crave it. And meeting his family has me nervous, and I can’t believe he even asked me to go.
Maxine pokes her head inside my room. “Hey, Ness, wanna go shopping?” she asks, throwing her long, sleek body onto my bed. Her brown hair tumbles across my pillow.
“Sure. I need a new dress. Sunday, I’m meeting Trace’s parents.” I smile, hoping she doesn’t ask me to delve into everything with him and me.
Like a good friend, she jumps off the bed, telling me to get ready. I put on jeans and a pink, ruffled tank top. Long, silver chains complete my outfit; I place pink sandals on my feet.
My makeup is non-existent, so I reapply. Long, soft curls fall across my back as I head out of the room.
Maxine waits on the couch, running a finger through her wavy brown tresses.
“Ready to go?” she asks, throwing her big aviator shades on her head.
“Yep.”
With our coffees in hand and our credit cards ready to be used, we walk inside the mall. Maxine is an expert shopper. She knows all the right stores and who has the best deals, an art she has studied for many years. She loves to pass this knowledge down to me. Loud colors and bright patterns scream at me from the racks as we enter the first store.
“Really? Here?” I swipe a hand over a leopard print shirt hanging on the wall.
“Yep, they have great clothes in the back.” She leads me deep into the store, where we try on numerous outfits, then shake our heads at each other and head on to another store.
The next few shops are exactly the same, me trying on outfit after outfit and Maxine saying, “Nope, not good enough.”
Maxine is serious about her mission to find me the perfect dress.
We head into the next store where Maxine oohs and ahhs at the clothing hanging from the racks. She pulls out a simple, spaghetti strap baby blue maxi dress with covered buttons running down the side, and pushes it in my hands.
