Into Your Arms

by Chelsea M. Cameron

  “You are so . . . luminous.” My breath sticks in my throat, and I am at a loss for words. I’m still turned on as fuck, but there’s another feeling racing through my body, and I need to shut it down and focus on the lust. The lust I can handle. The way he’s looking at me and the way I feel when he calls me “luminous” I can’t.

  “Take your pants off,” I say and for a second his face falls a little. As if he’s disappointed that I’m not all melty and swept off my feet by what he said. I don’t want to be swept. I just want to be fucked.

  I reach for his jeans and he gets the idea. Once they’re off, he rolls onto his back and I straddle him so I can take off my shirt. He’s looking at me in that way again, and I almost want to call this off.

  Rhett reaches up to take the elastic out of my ponytail, causing my hair to fall all over my shoulders. He wraps his fingers in it and then pulls my face down for a kiss. Oh. Oh, yes.

  He nips at my lips before traveling south to my neck, and I’m pretty sure I see the face of Jesus when his beard scrapes against my sensitive skin and he licks and sucks along to my collarbone. My fingers tunnel into his hair, and I’m probably digging in with my nails, but he doesn’t seem upset about it.

  Rhett gets more bold as I encourage him, adding little nips and bites until I’m an absolute quivering mess. Can you orgasm from neck stimulation? Because I might.

  I reach around and unclasp my bra and toss it to the other side of the room. I’ll deal with it later.

  Rhett lifts his head from my neck and just sort of . . . stares at me.

  “Luminous,” he whispers just as his thumbs brush across my nipples and I arch my back. Somehow he flips me and I’m back on the bottom as he takes me in. I wish he’d stop it and get back to biting.

  Slowly, he lowers his head to my chest and licks slowly between my breasts. Well, fuck. I arch into his mouth and I swear I’m going to lose it. He chuckles and rubs his face on my skin and it’s like I’m being slowly tortured in the absolute best way possible. He drifts over to one of my nipples and licks it slowly until it’s hard and almost reaching for his mouth.

  Rhett proceeds to make me curse and moan more times than I ever have in my entire life. I don’t know what kind of sex I’ve been having, but it’s nothing compared to this and he hasn’t even touched me down south. I’m a quivering, begging, cursing mess by the time he starts kissing down my stomach. There is no way to control the sounds coming out of my mouth, so I just let them fly. I’ve never been quiet when it comes to sex. I don’t know how anyone can.

  Especially if they’re having sex with Rhett Miller. He’s a master with lips and tongue, and I have full faith in his ability to wield his hands, even though they’re big.

  My skin quivers as I wait for him to get to where I really need him and then he does something that almost makes me shove him off the bed and run out the door. He reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. He’s about to go down on me and he wants to hold hands.

  What the fuck is that?

  I’m too much of a mess to pull my hand back so I kind of let it happen. Rhett looks up at me from between my legs and the wolfish grin on his face nearly makes me come. He takes his hand back and undoes the button on my jeans and scoots them off my hips. They end up on the other side of the room with my bra. To keep each other company.

  He drags his hands up the insides of my thighs and I swear, if he doesn’t get on with it, I’m going to strangle him by slamming my legs closed against his neck.

  Finally, he reaches the promised land and just barely brushes me over my underwear. That’s it.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Will you just go down on me or fuck me already?” I’m trembling and his eyes snap up to mine.

  “Why are you in such a hurry?” he asks, brushing his beard across the inside of my left thigh. It takes a second for me to be able to form words.

  “All good things come to those who wait. Be patient, Luna.” Luna? I’m a little too preoccupied with everything else happening to ponder that right now.

  “I don’t want to be patient.” If I was standing up, I’d stomp my foot. I know I’m throwing a tantrum. A mid-coitus tantrum, but Jesus. I just want to have an orgasm. Is that too much to ask?

  “I know you don’t,” he says with a smirk. “But I’ll make it worth your while. Promise. Just . . . be patient.” I’m giving him ten minutes. I turn and look at the clock on his nightstand, the numbers glowing red.

  “Oh, fuck,” I say a second later when he brushes his hand across the apex of my thighs again. Take my damn underwear off, buddy.

  He does, a few moments later, and I’m so relieved I could cry. I reach for him, but he shakes his head.

  “No. I’m going to enjoy you for a little while. See how sweet you are.” I’ve never really been one for dirty talk, other than cursing my brains out, but holy shit. That’s hot.

  “My sweet, sweet girl,” he says, his voice rumbling as he slowly licks my center. Well, fuck. I’m done. Utterly done.

  Rhett

  She’s so impatient, but it’s not surprising. I’m worried that she’s using me as an escape from whatever she’s been running from, so I keep making sure to ask her if everything is okay. It makes her mad, but I don’t care. I refuse to let this be something she looks back on and regrets and wishes never happened.

  I’m actually still completely in awe that this is happening. When I came up behind her in the kitchen I expected her to push me away, but instead she pressed closer and then turned. Her eyes were big and full of fire, and I knew we’d finally reached our moment after quite a few close calls.

  I expected her to be a spitfire, and I was right, but also inadequate. She’s fire, she’s lightning, she’s pure heat and light. Once I have a taste, I can’t help myself from devouring her mouth. She’s even better than I could have imagined and she seems to be enjoying kissing me as well. Everything moves so fast and then we’re in my bedroom and she’s trying to rush through everything and I need to stop and savor. I’m not wasting this. I’m going to make this last as long as I can. Because I don’t know if this is the only time we’ll ever be together, and I want to remember this for the rest of my fucking life.

  Freya gets so impatient, but I tell her to chill. And I call her Luna. I’ve been trying to think of a nickname for her. Something I can use when it’s just the two of us. It came to me in the heat of the moment and it’s perfect.

  My first taste of her is . . . heaven. Pure heaven. I want her so much that I’m in pain, but I tell my dick to calm the fuck down because I am getting her off first. Hopefully multiple times. That’s my goal, but I don’t know what she likes yet, so I’m going to have to figure it out. The sexiest fucking puzzle ever.

  I pull out all the stops in my arsenal and she responds to all of it, her fingers digging into my scalp and thrusting her hips into my face. At one point she’s literally fucking my face and I can barely breathe, but I don’t even care.

  My fingers get in on the action, and I feel her come around them. She also curses so loudly I’m pretty sure the neighbors hear as she shudders. I slow down and pull back, waiting for her to take the lead.

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit.” She pants and looks up at the ceiling. I rest my head on the inside of her thigh and try not to be too satisfied with myself. I very much plan on making her come a few more times. If I can hold out that long. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this fucking hard in my life. I might actually die.

  “I need . . . a minute,” she pants, holding up one finger.

  “Sure thing,” I say, placing a tiny kiss on the inside of her thigh and then stretching out beside her. There’s no hiding the tent I’m pitching in my boxers, but I’m not going to draw attention to it. Any more than it’s already drawing attention to itself.

  “Holy fuck,” she says, still staring at the ceiling with eyes that are glazed over.

  “I’m happy to be of service,” I say, giving her a little salute.

  “Shut up,�
�� she says, and tries to smack me but her hand is limp and her aim is off.

  “Just, uh, let me know when you’re ready again. I’ll just be here.” Freya finally turns her head and her eyes go right to my dick. I think it gets harder somehow.

  “You want me to take care of that for you?” she says.

  “You can do whatever you want to do, Freya. I’m just happy to be here with you.” Her eyes come back up to my face and flicker a little.

  “Seriously?” she asks.

  “Seriously. I’ll do anything and nothing with you.” Granted, if I don’t get off soon, my brain is going to die from lack of blood flow, but I can always take care of that myself. Better if she did it, but I’ll do what I need to do.

  “Okay,” she says. “We can do everything and nothing. But I’m not dating you. You’re not my boyfriend. This is just sex. Just for us to get off so we can get to sleep. And I’m not staying over.” She’s laying down the law and I’m just nodding like an idiot. I’ll pretty much agree to anything at this point.

  “Just sex, no strings?” I say.

  “Yup,” she says, holding her hand out. It takes me a second to realize she wants to shake on it. She wants to shake on having a purely sexual relationship. “As long as it’s safe.” I nod and go to get a condom, holding it up to show her.

  “Good.”

  I shake her hand and she uses my grip to help pull her up so she’s on top of me.

  “Now. Where were we?” She gives me the sexiest little grin and then leans down to capture my mouth again. What happens next is a whirlwind of arms and legs and moans and as soon as I slide into her, I know I’m done for. I’m inside her, but she’s the one who’s gotten inside of me. Slipped in and filled the cracks in my life.

  Sex isn’t going to be enough, I realize as she digs her hands into my ass and begs me to go faster. I come so fucking hard that I’m pretty sure I black out. It’s an effort not to completely collapse on her, so I roll off and onto my back with as much strength as I have left.

  “Fuck,” I say, panting.

  “Exactly,” she says, laughing a little and turning to look at me. “High five for that.” She holds up her hand and I loosely smack it with mine.

  “We did good. I think we should get an award or something,” I say, laughing a little. She lets out the cutest little giggle, and I realize that I’ve never laughed in bed with someone after sex. Sex has always been . . . well, some of it’s good and some of it’s bad, but this was something else entirely and I know that once is not going to be enough. I know I said I wanted to be friends, but really, I want everything. I want all of her.

  She turns on her side and props her head up with her hand.

  “So, soup?”

  * * *

  I end up bringing the bowls of soup back to bed, and we eat in our underwear.

  “You should teach me how to cook. I’m really bad at it. Except for stuff in the microwave. And salads.” She grins. We never really got around to the salad.

  “I can teach you,” I say and she grins and sets her empty bowl down on my nightstand. She’s got a devilish look in her eyes, and she rakes her hands down my chest.

  “You were so good to me earlier, so I’m going to return the favor if you don’t mind?” Her lips caress the space just above my belly button and I’m rock hard again. I make a strangled sound and she laughs, low and seductive. Where the hell did this girl come from?

  This time I’m the one who’s impatient as she kisses and licks my stomach on her way down to my dick. Part of me wants to grab her head and just show her where to go, but I keep my hands to myself and let her take her time. She seems to be enjoying herself, at least. I know a lot of girls aren’t big fans of blow jobs, but Freya appears to be having a good time.

  “Down, boy,” she says as I strain my hips toward her when she pulls back for a minute.

  Freya settles between my legs and smiles.

  “My turn,” she says as she sticks her tongue out and licks just the tip of my dick. I swear my head is going to explode. Last time, I was the one who took her slow, and she’s paying me back. She starts with little licks and touches, barely there, but they’re already driving me wild. My hips keep trying to arch off the bed and get things going, but she puts her hands on me and tries to keep me down.

  I’m a complete fucking mess by the time she actually takes me into her mouth and I grit my teeth so hard I’m pretty sure I’m damaging them permanently, but I will not come yet. I will hold out and make this last, because this is the best fucking blow job I’m ever gonna have.

  I come, and I swear my spine is going to detach from my body. I expect her to pop off and grab a tissue or something, but she takes it, even when I warn her that I’m going to come.

  My entire body is full of sparks as she sits back and looks at me. There’s a satisfied smile on her face.

  “Fuck,” I say, because what else is there to say?

  She giggles and wipes her mouth.

  “Thought you’d like that.”

  “Like is the wrong word,” I say. “I don’t even want to know where you learned to do that, but holy shit, I’m glad you did.” I hold my hand up and she gives me a high five.

  Since I need some time to get my brain working again, we lie in bed and talk. As much time as we spend together, we hardly ever just talk about random things.

  Both of us tiptoe around talking about our childhoods, and I wonder what she’s hiding. Probably nothing good. There’s a reason I hide mine and a reason she’s hiding hers. As much as I want to know, I’m not going to push. The last thing I want to do is give her a reason to want me out of her life.

  We talk for a while and then fuck again and then eat and then fuck again. It’s the middle of the night before we realize that we should probably stop.

  “We have to run in, like, a few hours,” she says, groaning. “I don’t think I can even walk right now.” I’m not so good on my feet either.

  “Wanna play hooky?” We’re allowed to miss our morning workouts for illness or injury, but we sign in and Coach keeps track to make sure no one’s slacking. Since I joined the squad, I haven’t missed one, even on the rainy days. Freya hasn’t either.

  “I don’t know,” she says, biting her lip with indecision. I stroke her stomach and reach between her legs and she moans.

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  11

  Freya

  I’m a complete mess the next morning. I consider taking the whole day off, but I don’t want to set off any red flags. Rhett and I discussed our arrangement, and we’ve decided to keep it on the down low. People know that we’re hanging out, but they don’t need to know that we’re hanging and banging. That’s what I’m calling it because anything else sounds idiotic.

  I was inches away from saying that I would stay the rest of the night with Rhett, but I got my ass out of his bed and somehow got my clothes on and made it home in one piece. I needed a shower, but I wasn’t going to make it, so I stumbled to bed and slept better than I had in ages.

  My alarm still went off too early and I had to dash to get ready for class. I ended up not having time to dry my hair, so I quickly braided it and called it good. While I was smoothing out a few bumps, I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror.

  Wow. I was . . . well, for lack of a better word, glowing. As if I’d been hanging out on a beach or something. Even though I hadn’t had much sleep, I looked good. Content.

  This was not the time to ponder my life choices. I could do that later when I was alone in bed and trying not to think about them.

  My mind is complete mush from all the sex, and I don’t think I absorb anything in my classes. But I go and that’s what’s important.

  I’m all set with my plan to keep things with Rhett on the down low, but Tobi attacks me as soon as I get out of my car for practice.

  “You missed running this morning, and I wanted to make sure you were . . .” she trails off, studying my face. We’ve texted today, and I as
sured her that I was fine, just needed a morning off from running.

  “Oh. My. God. You got laid. You had sex with Rhett!” she shrieks, and I want to slam my hand over her mouth.

  “Shut the fuck up!” A quick glance around shows that we’re alone and no one heard her. I hope.

  “Jesus, I think there’s someone in Spain who didn’t hear you, Tobi,” I say, but she’s just shaking her head at me.

  “You little hypocrite. You were just telling me that you weren’t going to get involved with him and then you show up with dopey sex face.” I snort.

  “Sex face?” She nods.

  “Sex face.” It almost sounds like a disease or some sort of ailment.

  “You are all glowy and happy and your eyes are still kind of glazed over. Seems like he worked you over good.” She smirks and leans against my car. We’re going to be late for practice, and it’s cold as hell out here, but she’s not going to let me leave until we hash this out.

  “Fine. I had sex with him. But you need to keep your trap shut about it. I mean it.” I know I’m about as threatening as a Pomeranian, but I point my finger up at her. She tries to hide a smile but can’t. I hate that my height and my face make me so not intimidating. It’s really frustrating, especially in situations like this.

  “Okay, okay, chill.” She puts her hands up when my eyes narrow.

  “You are my friend, but I swear, if you let this get out . . .” I trail off, hoping that the warning is clear. I have no idea what I’d do as punishment, but I’ll think of something.

  “Look, Frey, you know I don’t want to hurt you. I’m in your corner. And I think you and Rhett could be really great together, so I’m just going to keep my mouth shut and I’m here if you want to talk. Got it?” She puts her hand on my shoulder and pulls me in for a hug. I get a face full of boob and I have to pull away so I can breathe. Why am I so short?

  “Yeah, yeah,” I say, waving her off. “I’m freezing my ass off and Coach is going to make us do laps for being late.”

  Tobi rolls her eyes.

  “Well, you could use them after skipping this morning for a horizontal workout.” She comically raises and lowers her eyebrows, and I shove her as we walk into the field house.