by Isabelle Rae
I held my breath, trying to hide my desire for him as I walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in slowly, just wondering if I would be able to stop myself begging for some physical attention. I could feel the words bursting to come out of my mouth; I wanted him so badly that it was almost painful.
He smiled, his eyes raking over my body as I did the same to his. “Come lay with me then, Cutie,” he purred seductively. I gulped and scooted over to him as he rolled to his side and slipped one arm under my neck. I moved impossibly closer, putting my head on his shoulder, tilting my face so I could look into the eyes of the man I was in love with. I put one leg between his, tangling us together intimately.
His nose brushed up against mine slowly, his eyes looking right into mine. I could see the fight he was having with himself, it was clear across his face that he wanted me, but was trying not to let go of his control. His other hand slid down my back slowly, tracing across my ass, pulling me even closer to him.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed having you in my bed,” he whispered, peppering little kisses from the edge of my mouth, across my cheek to my ear. He kissed the sensitive spot below my ear, and I felt myself shiver in his embrace, which made his fingers bite into my ass and back as he clutched me tighter. He let out a little groan; I wasn’t sure if it was a good moan, like in appreciation, or if it was a groan of frustration. Either way it made a bolt of need shoot around my body.
Seeing as he was touching me a little, I assumed I was allowed to touch him. I bent my head and kissed the top of his chest as I trailed my fingers over his skin, following the lines of his muscles, worshipping the bumps with my fingertips. His hands were roaming my body too. I gasped when the one on my ass slipped under his shirt that I was wearing and tickled the skin on my stomach, his fingers finding my navel piercing.
He groaned again as he fingered it, his face coming back to mine as he kissed me softly, slowly, tenderly. The kiss was so soft that I could barely feel it, but yet at the same time it held so much passion that it made me want to cry. I needed more, I needed him, so therefore, I knew that I needed to stop him. He didn’t want this and would be angry with himself if this happened; I didn’t want him upset thinking he’d taken advantage. As much as it pained me to, I needed to get him to stop.
“Will, I thought there was an over clothes rule,” I mumbled, hating myself for saying the words.
He sighed and pulled his face back, his eyes locked onto mine. “I can’t do it, Cutie. I just… I just need to see you, to touch you,” he whispered, looking at me as if he was asking for my permission. I felt like my world had stopped spinning, or maybe it had sped up, I wasn’t sure which. The feelings that were coursing through my veins made me feel like I could fly.
“Oh God,” I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. I pulled his mouth back to mine, and he moaned in the back of his throat. The sound kind of drove me crazy and I dug my fingernails into his back, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
His arms tightened on me and he rolled onto his back pulling me on top of him, never once breaking the kiss. The feelings were taking over; I couldn’t think about anything else, I was just a body made for feeling and nothing more. Every place his fingers touched me seemed like he lit me on fire, leaving me a quivering mess. When his hands started on the buttons of my shirt I suddenly became acutely aware that if he took it off, I would have nothing on but a pair of lacy panties. Does he know that? Maybe he’s assuming I was wearing a bra too….
“Will, I have nothing on under that.” I gasped as he kissed down the side of my throat.
“Good,” he growled, tugging more forcefully on the buttons.
My heart was racing in my chest; I was so excited that I thought it would kill me. He pushed the shirt off of my shoulders slowly, his nails scraping down my arms as he pulled it off, making me bite my lip and moan quietly. His eyes didn’t leave mine the whole time. His expression still looked torn, like he still thought this was wrong somehow but he just couldn’t stop himself. I smiled encouragingly; his full lips pulled up into a breathtaking smile as he pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it on the floor.
He rolled us back over so I was under him again, and then he pushed himself up to sitting, straddling my hips. I briefly started to panic that he’d changed his mind, that he was going to insist we stop or suggest that he sleep on the couch or something. He didn’t though. Instead, his eyes roamed down my body slowly, from the top of my head, down my neck, lingering on my breasts before raking over my stomach, and then back up again, just as slowly, until his eyes met mine.
He lowered himself back down on top of me, his forearms either side of my head, supporting most of his weight. He looked me right in the eyes. I could almost see his love for me there, the depth of emotion that was there made me melt and my insides jump for joy.
“You are so beautiful, Cutie. Sometimes I just don’t understand what you see in me, but I’m glad you see whatever it is,” he whispered. His breath blew across my lips, making them part unconsciously. “New rules. Skin is allowed, panties and boxers stay on, hands and mouth have free rein. Deal?” he asked, looking at me hopefully.
Oh heck yeah I like the sound of that! I nodded eagerly. “Deal, definitely a deal!” I agreed maybe a little too quickly.
He laughed, his hand brushing my hair away from my face lightly. “You only love me for my body,” he teased, shifting his weight on me, making us rub together in intimate places. It had been so long that I almost wondered if this was a dream, maybe I was having a dirty dream about him again – if I was, I didn’t ever want to wake up.
I grinned and shook my head. “That’s not true. I also love you because you buy me Lucky Charms for breakfast,” I joked.
He burst out laughing and nodded, pressing his lips to mine, effectively ending the conversation.
Chapter Thirty-Four
As I slowly started to drift into consciousness, the first thing that I noticed was that I was hot, like seriously hot, sweating in fact. I blew out a big breath and tried to move but to no avail, the cover was all over me, wrapped around me, and it was making it hard to breathe. I groaned and tried to throw the cover off of me, but it didn’t budge, so I began to get even hotter.
I need to get up and have a cold shower. What time was it anyway? It’s probably time for school or something…
I cracked my eyes open to look at the time and came face to face with Will, who was still sleeping merely inches from me. I suddenly realised that it was his body wrapped all around me, instead of the cover like I first thought. I gasped from the shock of waking up next to someone, and then everything came flooding back to me at once, causing a blush to heat my face and a rush of longing to shoot down south as I remembered some of the more intimate details that went on until the early hours of the morning.
I grinned and literally pounced on him, causing him to grunt and his eyes to pop open. He sat up quickly, pinning me on his lap and looking around the room like he expected an axe wielding murderer to jump out at him at any second. I laughed harder and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
“What the hell, Chloe? What was that?” he asked, shaking his head and still looking a little dazed.
I bit my lip, the sound of his husky voice first thing in the morning made my whole body vibrate with excitement. How on earth did I manage to forget that I spent the night here last night? Instead of answering I kissed him. He responded immediately, his arms dragging me closer to him so that I was trapped against his chest. His taste in the morning was out of this world. The incredibly boy woke up with breath as fresh as a toothpaste factory, while I would bet anything that mine was more like last night’s steak.
I broke the kiss and put my forehead to his, smiling like an idiot. Last night had been incredible. The new rules were fabulous in my book. Technically we still hadn’t had sex, but the new rules allowed pretty much everything else. For the first time in over three months, I was physically
satisfied, very physically satisfied in fact.
“Good morning,” I chirped. I was so happy that my whole body was tingling.
He grinned. “It sure is,” he answered, brushing my matted bed hair off of my face. We were still only in panties and boxers so my chest rubbed against his, causing a little moan to escape my lips. His hands brushed down my back to cup my ass; he shifted my weight on his lap, obviously getting more comfortable.
I smiled, but neither of us spoke, we didn’t really need to. He just held me tightly on his lap, his hands stroking down my back as his grey eyes stayed locked on mine, a beautiful smile stretched across his face. Finally, after just enjoying his closeness, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed my lips to his, capturing his bottom one between my teeth and nibbling on it gently, making his fingers dig into my back lightly.
The excitement and lust from the night before was building up again, he could obviously feel it too because he turned and laid us back down on the bed, side by side. He traced his hand down the side of my body, over my hip and down my thigh. When he got to my knee he pulled gently, hitching it over his hip.
He smiled. “I love you so much, Cutie. I love waking up to you in the morning, we should do this more often,” he whispered, running his fingers through my hair, getting out the tangles and knots for me gently.
I nodded in agreement and snuggled closer to him, pressing my face into the side of his neck, just breathing him in as I ran my fingertips over his chest and stomach. The idea that this guy was mine to keep literally drove me crazy. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world that he loved me like he did, I couldn’t ask for more than that.
“I love you too, Will.” My voice rang clear and confident as I said the words. I kissed the side of his neck and dug my fingers into his shoulders. “New rules apply to daytime too, right?” I asked, pulling back and smiling at him seductively.
He grinned and nodded quickly. “Oh hell yeah,” he muttered, flipping me onto my back and hovering above me.
I laughed at his eagerness. “You only love me for my body,” I teased, using his words from last night.
He shook his head. “No, that’s not true, I also love you because you make wicked grilled cheese,” he joked.
I laughed and rolled my eyes, gripping the back of his head and pulling his mouth down to mine. We spent another couple of hours in his bed, just lost in each other’s bodies, talking, laughing, and fooling around. It was the best morning of my life.
Later that afternoon, we were sat in his lounge doing Erika’s assignments. I had three to do in total, one of them Will wanted to do on his own with no help from me. He kept laughing to himself as he wrote an original poem for her English class. I didn’t ask what he was doing; he said he’d tell me when he was done, so I just focused on her history and biology ones instead. I made sure I got almost everything completely wrong. In her history assignment I linked everything to the wrong period and used examples from sources that I knew were unreliable and had been proven untrue. There was no way she would get a B for that one, she’d be lucky if she didn’t fail altogether.
For her Biology assignment, I used Will’s suggestion of adding a cuss word to it. Every couple of sentences I would throw in a random swear word then just carry on as if nothing had happened. I laughed to myself as I read it over; she was literally going to kill me for that.
When I was done, I sat back and watched Will chewing on his pen, still working furiously over the poem that she was supposed to write. Finally, after another ten minutes, he was done and looked extremely proud of himself. I smiled and raised one eyebrow curiously, wondering what he’d been up to.
He grinned and passed me the paper. At first I just didn’t get it. He’d actually made a pretty decent job of it, the poem was great. I looked at him curiously, waiting for an explanation. He laughed wickedly. “Symbolism.” Was all he said.
I read it again and noticed that he’d actually written a poem about a penis. Every line referred to it but never mentioned the word at all, if the teacher read into this properly like she was supposed to then Erika was going to get into some deep trouble for it. I laughed at his skills; he was obviously an evil genius like his brother.
“Maybe you missed your calling, you should be doing penis poetry,” I joked.
He laughed. “It’s acrostic too.”
Acrostic? Doesn’t that mean when the first letter of each line forms a word or phrase vertically as the poem goes on? He pointed out the first letters of each line, and I burst out laughing when I noticed that he’d spelled out ‘I read erotica for fun’ vertically down the page using the first letter of each sentence.
I shook my head at his inventiveness and wrapped my arms around him tightly. “You, Mr Morris, are a very gifted poet,” I teased.
He smiled and nodded, laying me onto my back, settling himself on top of me. “And you, Miss Henderson, are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he countered, kissing me lightly.
By the time Monday morning came I was so excited I could barely keep still. Will had dropped me off at the corner store as usual. I was with Nick tonight, studying, so I wouldn’t see Will again until tomorrow morning so we had a pretty heated make out session before I left the car.
As I walked into the school, I imagined a brown haired Erika driving to school in her rotten meat smelling car. I laughed quietly to myself, but in reality, I knew it probably wouldn’t smell yet; it would take a few days before that would start to take effect.
When I actually got into the school and over to my locker, I was a little disappointed to see Erika was still her usual brilliant blonde. She was standing in her barely there skirt, and low cut top, flirting with another football player - Kevin was obviously last week’s obsession, this week she’d moved onto the running back instead.
I watched her curiously. Had her hair darkened slightly or was that just wishful thinking? I didn’t think the hair dye payback was working, I was pretty sure it wouldn’t because the shampoo would probably just strip the dye from the hair straight away. Oh well, it was worth a try anyway! Erika was flirting furiously with the poor little running back, her hand on his arm as she laughed enthusiastically at something that he said. Suddenly she shifted from one foot to the other, one of her feet twitching slightly as if she was uncomfortable.
I felt the grin stretch across my face as my eyes widened. I flicked my eyes down to her shoes. They were one of the ones that I ‘cleaned’ on Saturday. I choked on my laughter and put a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound as she wriggled her foot again. Oh God, Sam is just too funny! I really hope that she doesn’t have another pair to change into and has to wear those all day. That would make my whole year!
Nick and Amy came wandering over to me then. “Morning, guys!” I chirped happily.
Nick frowned and threw his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. “What’s got you in such a good mood this morning?” he inquired.
Hmm, now let me see, it could either be that my boyfriend is incredible, or it could be that my sworn enemy is having trouble with itching powder that I put in her shoes! I couldn’t tell him either of those things though, so I just shrugged. “Woke up on the right side of the bed?” I suggested. That wasn’t strictly true, I’d woken in my bed this morning, the ‘right’ side of the bed would be waking up with Will, but I guess that couldn’t happen two days in a row.
Nick looked at me curiously, obviously knowing something else was going on, but letting it go anyway. “Okay, whatever. You still coming over tonight? I’m in the mood for enchiladas,” he said, giving me the puppy dog face.
“Stop with the face, you know I’ll cook you whatever you want,” I teased, poking him in the ribs with one finger, making him jump back laughing. Nick was very ticklish, something I’d discovered when we were dating.
He sighed. “You know, I’m gonna miss you girls so much when school finishes and we all go to college.” He slipped an arm around both me and Amy and hugged us tightly, kissing
the top of my head.
I frowned. I didn’t even want to start thinking about college, even though there were only a few months left at school. I actually needed to start applying to colleges soon. Before Will, everything was so easy. Amy and I planned on going to the same school, it was always something that we dreamed of, moving to New York together, renting an apartment together. I guess that couldn’t happen now. There was no way I was moving that far away from Will, not a chance in hell. I would just have to choose something more local so I could still see him every day.
I knew people would think I was stupid, giving up my dream for a guy, but I would still get to do the same course, I would still get to get the same qualification at the end, just from a different school to what I had planned for the last few years. I had no idea how I was going to break the news to Amy though, but that was something for another day, I didn’t want to think about it yet. Maybe she’d be the one to pull out first, maybe she’d tell me that she didn’t want to move to New York because of Ryan and then there would be no problem. One could only hope.
“We have months left yet,” I told Nick, trying to appear unconcerned.
He sighed and nodded. Nick wanted to stay here and go to a local college; he didn’t want to leave his dad on his own, so he planned on sticking around for him. He thought Amy and I were both leaving him, I guess he’d be happy when I told him about the change of plan.
“We have meetings with the school guidance counsellor in a couple of weeks, to talk about our options,” Amy added, shrugging.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat loudly. I looked up to see Erika sneering at me. “Sorry to interrupt this little threesome, freak gathering,” she stated, looking us over slowly.
“Oh go bleach some more brain cells, Erika,” Nick scoffed, waving his hand dismissively.
