Bared to Him

by Sylvia Day

  Chapter Three

  It was the night of the party, and Samantha was irked that John was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much, but she found herself particularly anxious to see him. She realized that, strangely, she was more excited about seeing John than she was Brandon.

  When she’d first arrived at the cabin, the sun setting on the forest on the other side of the lake, she’d seen Brandon sitting and laughing with a few friends, a plastic Dixie cup of beer in his hand. He had given her a tour of the grounds, stopping at where his large master bedroom (where Samantha assumed, his parents usually slept) was.

  “This is the master bedroom,” Brandon said, smiling and looking her in the eyes. “It’s where the action’ll be tonight, for some lucky girl,” he finished, winking. Part of her wished desperately that she was not attracted to this man. Where was John?

  After the tour, Samantha had decided to talk with a few other people she recognized from North Eastern University and had went to parties with. It wasn’t quite night time, and even as ten people turned to twenty, twenty to thirty, John did not arrive. The string lights that were hung outside from the cabin to the trees and around lit up, and she could almost feel his absence tangibly – like a void.

  Normally, Samantha didn’t have any trouble getting into the swing of a party, but she felt herself beginning to make her sulk, slightly. She was also reluctant to call him. Samantha thought of herself as extremely independent, and it was hard for her to admit that one person affected her this way.

  Moving over to the keg, Samantha spotted the Indian freshman who’d been putting up the door hangars. It was Petersen’s best friend and side kick Marekesh. He was talking to a cute bespectacled redhead who seemed interested in him. Marekesh spotted Samantha appraoching and smiled politely, pointing to a stack of plastic cups on a nearby table.

  “Grab a cup, I’ll hook you up,” he said, smiling. Samantha laughed. She didn’t know him well personally, but from what Charlene had said, Marekesh was a funny guy.

  “Thanks,” she said, sipping from the cup before it foamed over. “Hey, have you seen John?”

  Marekesh’s eyes rolled upward as he recollected, tapping his chin theatrically, and he looked around the party from where he stood.

  “I don’t think so. No, pretty sure I haven’t seen John. Try inside,” he said, and went back to his conversation. Good luck, Marekesh, she thought.

  Entering the cabin, she heard voices near the living room. What Samantha found she would not have believed had she not been looking straight at it. John was playing drinking games with a group of six others that had made their own private party within a party, and it looked like they were having a good time.

  “You drew a King! Pour some of yours in the cup, Amy,” said a guy wearing a white backwards visor and khaki shorts in the group. Amy was apparently the cute, short-haired blonde next to John. She seemed to be hanging all over him. As she poured some of her drink into a cup placed in the middle of the group’s circle, she gave John a naughty look. John smiled and blushed. Then, he spotted Samantha, steam almost blowing out of her ears.

  “Samantha,” he said, moving out of Amy’s grasp, “Uh…Why don’t you join us?”

  Samantha just stormed off.

  When John had gotten to the party fifteen minutes earlier, the last thing he’d wanted to do was track down Samantha. He was tempted, but memories of freshman year replayed in his mind, and he didn’t want to be a pathetic accessory hiding in her shadow forever. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but he couldn’t help himself. Whenever he saw her, he just wanted to be around her. He knew she’d be at the party all night. There’d be time to catch up with her, later. This time, he was resolved to have a great night and strike out on his own.

  After parking outside, he’d gone into the cabin to say hello to the birthday boy and find a place for the beer he’d managed to bring. He’d heard a group in the main living area next to the fireplace, and had decided to join them for a couple of rounds. Why not? It was better than standing around awkwardly.

  As they played, he’d noticed that the cute blonde next to him – Amy, her name was – seemed to be flirting with him. John was in shape, so he was used to getting a little attention, but ever since he’d started being social outside of Samantha, girls had started taking notice. He just felt more relaxed about things. He was enjoying his time in college, and didn’t think worrying about what people he barely knew thought was a good use of his energy.

  As minutes passed and the drinks continued to flow in the strange drinking game they were playing, Amy had inched ever closer to him. Touching his arm here, giving him a playful look there, John suspected it was ‘on’ if he so chose.

  Chances were, Samantha was going to hook up with Brandon Petersen. John was no fool. He knew that just because they’d made out, it didn’t mean something serious would happen. He also knew that Samantha had had her eyes on Brandon for some time, and Brandon seemed to reciprocate. So, he’d decided to take a page from Samantha’s book for once and simply not worry about it.

  But, when he spotted Samantha herself looking seriously pissed at him as he played his game, he wondered if she shouldn’t take a page from her own book.

  Chapter Four

  Samantha was seriously pissed, and had no clue why. She sat with her arms crossed, checking her phone as she leaned on the floor next to Brandon’s four poster bed. She felt foolish. Why had she gotten so mad? It used to bother her that John clung to her quite so much, though she had liked the attention. Now that he was beginning to come into his own, Samantha was feeling left out. No, she thought, If I’m honest, it’s more than that…

  There were footsteps in the hallway, and she perked up. Brandon Petersen appeared in the doorway which, for some reason, she hadn’t expected. Well, it is his room.

  “Sorry,” she said, getting up.

  “It’s alright,” Brandon said smiling and blocking her path. “I was just thinking I wanted some quality time with you, anyway.” He closed the door behind him.

  Samantha knew what Brandon was thinking. This was what she’d wanted, why she’d come tonight. Right?Still, it just didn’t feel right. Worse, it was beginning to feel very wrong.

  “Brandon, I think I’m gonna go find John,” she said, looking him straight in the eye.

  “What do you need him for?” he said it as he moved closer to her.

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Samantha, are you in there? Listen, I wanted to talk.” It was John. This time, Samantha was grateful for the interruption.

  “Come in, John,” she said. Brandon threw his hands up in defeat.

  “This is my fault,” he said. Samantha realized he meant not having locked the door.

  John walked in. He was wearing a polo shirt with the collar flipped up, jeans, and flip flops.

  “Am I interrupting?” he said.

  “Actually, you are. Would you mind closing the door?” asked Brandon. But his tone said he wasn’t asking. John kept looking at Samantha, waiting for a response.

  “Actually, I think Brandon was just leaving,” she said. Brandon looked incredulous.

  “This is MY room!” he said, almost pouting. John raised an eyebrow, looking at Brandon. Come to think of it, Samantha realized, John was more built than Brandon. Taller, too. In a fight, her money would actually be on John.

  John must’ve had a similar thought. He strode up to Brandon, forcing him to look up to keep eye contact.

  “Brandon, I think it’s time you left now. Let’s face it, dude. She doesn’t want you. If I give you a black eye at the party, you’re not getting laid at all. You can’t throw us out, because I know you care too much about what people think to bust your own party. Just leave, man,” he said.

  Brandon and John looked at each other, Brandon staring intently and trying to look unafraid, and John looking relatively relaxed. Brandon finally moved for the door.

  “Fucking bitch,” he said. John was ab
out to move for him, but Samantha grabbed his arm. She just wanted him to stay. He relented, letting Brandon go. But before he got to the door, John smiled, winking at Samantha.

  “Oh, and Brandon?” Brandon turned around, staring at John hatefully. “Close the door on your way out.”

  John and Samantha sat on the bed, laughing about the events of the evening and catching up on the past week.

  “Who was that girl with Marekesh?” he asked.

  “I don’t know, I think she’s a freshman, though,” she said.

  “That sly dog,” said John. They both laughed.

  John realized that he felt totally relaxed and in control. He reached out a hand, and caressed Samantha’s bare shoulder for a moment. He moved closer to her on the bed, brushing the hair out of her face. He could see her full chest moving up and down as her breathing became more intense. Was she nervous? John smiled. She looked up at him blankly, almost expectantly. Pulling her in close, he kissed her deeply again, like that day on the bed. God, how he had missed those lips. Tonight, his hands would map her body. His fingers twitched in anticipation. John grew inside his pants until it was painful.

  Samantha had been paralyzed from the moment she’d felt the shock of John’ touch course through her, lingering. Her breathing changed, and she began to feel a heat in her face, a warmth in her breasts and groin. He put a hand on her inner thigh and rested it there, letting it work its way slowly into her mini skirt. Somewhere in the back of her mind, where the semblance of conscious thought was still happening, she wished John would lock the door. As he started kissing her neck, she noticed a bulge pulsing under his jeans. She rested a hand on it, stroking in a circle. God she wished he would lock the door. Her hand moved to rest on his thigh, next to his groin, and her mouth watered. Something had changed. John was no longer the timid boy she had met freshmen year. Tonight, she knew she would be taken by him. She knew it was his right. Samantha was ecstatic that it was John instead of Brandon.

  Samantha’s hand slid up his thigh again, fingertips brushing against his cock from outside his pants. John, as if finally hearing her thought, knew he had to lock the door, and fast. He was moments away from ravaging this woman, as was his right. He felt like a man complete. Not because he was with Samantha like this, not even because he had conquered Brandon. He felt like a man because, for the first time in his life, he was taking what he wanted without apology. And as he strutted back from locking the door he smiled. He felt no need to apologize for this situation, at all. Sorry Brandon, but after that stunt, letting us borrow your bed is the least you can do. Besides, John wasn’t sure he could wait long enough to find another place.

  John came back from the door and picked Samantha up off of the sitting position on the bed. As he tossed her into the middle of the mattress, she squealed in delight. He crawled on top of her, looking into her eyes and sharing a smile. Their lips met, gently and intently. His hand touched her inner thigh again, beginning its slow ascent into the recesses of her hidden world. She gasped as he passed the line of her skirt, inching upward toward her mound ever more slowly.

  Samantha began to undo the buttons on his polo shirt, her hands moving without her permission. Brandon tugged it off, nearly tearing it with the force he used. He stood a moment, hovering over her. She let herself enjoy his chiseled features and bare chest, her eyes treasuring every moment of his arduous expression. She was glad she’d had a few drinks. Otherwise she was sure she’d be too self-conscious and nervous.

  John put both hands on the outside of her thighs now, working his hands up and pushing her miniskirt up as he kissed her inner thighs. He got to her yellow and white striped panties and kissed along the edges as he pushed her dress over her ass, grabbing. He noticed the way the underwear complemented her dark skin tone, and could’ve sworn she tasted sweeter than any woman he’d had. Moans began to escape her lips. He was sure not to kiss her pussy -not yet- and continued to move her dress up her body, kissing her stomach and reaching her breasts giving them each a kiss.

  She raised her hands, obeying the implied command of his upward movement. Willing to obey any others he made. He pulled her dress over her head in one swift movement, and was pleased to find she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were perky, waiting for his touch, his kiss. He took his pants off, leaving nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and planted his face into her chest. She arched back in pleasure, gently holding his face in her bosom as she moaned her approval of his teasing tongue, flickering over outside of her nips, massaging and lightly biting them top and bottom. Where did he learn this? She thought. Maybe he was just a natural.

  John let a hand casually glide down between her legs, caressing both inner thighs once more before resting his hand on her pussy and patting it like a pet he would tame. He kissed her deeply, suckling her lips, flickering his tongue between them as he caressed the county line and approached her forbidden city. She began to gyrate, her body telling her what to do, how to obey him better, and she merely enjoyed the result.

  He kissed her again, ferociously.

  “I want to taste you,” he said, smiling as he moved downward. “Lay back.”

  He pushed her flat onto the bed as he kissed his way back down to her sweet spot, pulling her underwear down. He moved his hand, dripping wet with her passion, and licked her love button lightly. Her reaction was immediate and intense, her legs opening wider for him to take as much of her liquid treasure as he wanted. John found the smell of her intoxicating, and the taste of her put him in a fiery rage. He had to pull himself back from fucking her right there as hard as he could.

  Not yet, he thought.

  He moved lower from her clit to her beautiful petal-like lips, diving in face first and unabashedly. She cooed, her hips beginning to shift around his face as he dove deeper into her. She felt herself burst for him. Once. Then twice. When he felt her slacken after her second orgasm, he relented, coming up for air.

  “Are you ready to suck my dick, beautiful?” he asked as he lay beside her, kissing her. He’d left his boxer shorts on. She loved pulling down a pair of boxer briefs for the surprise inside. Somehow, it was like he was reading her mind. So this is what it’s like when best friends have sex, she thought. To think how shy he was when we met freshman year! She wasn’t sure if she would ever want to have sex with someone that wasn’t her best friend, again.

  Moving down, she pulled John’ boxers over his straining cock. His piece sprang forward to greet her, and she smiled. He had a beautiful dick. It was about six and a half long, but thick, and looked like it had been shaved in the past week. She plopped it in her mouth, sucking the head neatly and gently, savoring John’ taste.

  He groaned his assent, pulling her hair out of the way as she enjoyed his member. What a gentleman, she thought, rewarding him by working his shaft deeper into her mouth and working her tongue to wet it as she went. Samantha grabbed his ball sac, lovingly caressing them like two Chinese meditation balls.

  She saw him go insane trying to keep it together. Don’t cum yet my love, she thought, easing up on her intensity a little and moving him out of her mouth. We’ve just gotten started!

  John couldn’t take it anymore. He was like a wolf ablaze. He tossed her onto her back easily and roughly. She knew what was coming, and opened her legs as he mounted, looking at her with an intensity she did not know he was capable of. God, I’ve never seen him look like this. I’d be scared if I wasn’t so…

  John kissed Samantha then, and her thoughts vaporized in tiny star bursts of a desperate passion. He stroked his manhood outside of her welcoming cleft, and as she became wetter for him, dripping, they both stared deep into each other’s eyes. They yearned for the moment, and each second seemed an eternity. But John intended to savor every moment.

  He entered her, and time stopped. There was no bedroom, no party, certainly no Brandon. Just them. They were the universe, everything. Ying and yang. Moments of lucidity happened as he gruffly misused her, fucking with the blind purpose of a
wild stallion, moving her to every position he instinctively thought of. And she loved it. She begged him for more. He gave it to her. They both felt a light shining on them, as if they were surrounded by an otherworldly glow, and as their love reached completion he shot every last drop of himself into her in spurts that each were a boundless moment, and whose contents were more precious to Samantha than gold as she cradled her hips up to feel every SPURT, SPURT…..Spurt……..spurt. They collapsed into to a heap of happiness, spent physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

  He collapsed onto the bed next to her, and she laid her head on his thick arm, they both drifted off to an immediate sleep, their consciousness unable to interpret the impossible potency of what had just transpired.

  Epilogue

  The next morning, as Samantha journeyed to the kitchen, she found that she wasn’t the only one to couple that night. Marekesh had apparently managed to snag the cute red head, and they were both snuggling nicely on the couch. She passed just in time to see Marekesh give the red head a kiss on the forehead. How cute. Good for them, she thought.

  She passed Brandon. He was sleeping by the fireplace in fetal position. It looked like the birthday boy didn’t get any last night. To top things off, ‘Penis’ was written in big bold letters on his forehead in what looked to be permanent marker. Samantha really couldn’t have put it better, herself.

  Coming back to the bedroom, John was already up getting dressed. Samantha pouted.

  “I thought we would stay in late,” she said, disappointed.

  John looked out the window at the passed out students, and trash lining the yard.

  “And stick around for the aftermath of hung over drivers and coerced cleaning duty? Thanks, but no thanks,” he said, chuckling.

  “Please?” she said it looking as cute as possible. Which was very. John realized that he could get used to this.

  “I tell you what. Why don’t we get dressed and head back to the dorms. It’s Spring Break, so it should be empty for another day, right?” He strode up to her, giving her a kiss. “Maybe we could do some, uh, studying?” his expression implied that he would be studying her.