Crushing On The Bully

by Sarah Adams

  “Looking for my brother or to be more specific I was looking for someone who might have had information to where Aaron might be,” Skull said.

  “Is Aaron in trouble or something?” Clarissa asked, cocking her head to the side.

  “That’s just it, I don’t know,” Skull sighed.

  Clarissa touched his face and kissed his lips softly, but he was the one to pull away this time.

  “Don’t or I’ll never be able to tell you everything,” he said shaking his head.

  Clarissa nodded and sat back on her heels, settling her hand in his.

  “When I was six and Aaron was twelve our father went down for a long time for heroin,” Skull began, “Our mom did her best, but Aaron was already determined that he had to be the one to take care of everything. Mom worked her fingers to the bones, but nothing was ever good enough for Aaron. He always wanted more, not that I ever blamed him. I wanted more too, but not badly enough to go the route he did. He was getting in with the wrong crowd by the time he was fifteen. Then when I was ten, our...”

  Skull paused for a second and swallowed hard. Clarissa gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and reached out to touch his face, but Skull shook his head and looked away for a second. Clarissa took a deep breath and bit her lip. She felt guilty for making him talk about it.

  “You don’t have to say anymore, I’m sorry,” she said, “You’re right, it’s none of my business.”

  “Yes, it is,” Skull said, looking back at her, “If we’re going to be together, it is, because I won’t stop until I find out what happened to Aaron, if he’s alive or not. When I was ten and my brother was sixteen my father was killed in a prison fight. From what we heard he died lying on his dirty cell floor. When they went through his belongings they found that someone had been smuggling him drugs from the outside. They suspected Aaron was doing it, but they could never prove it.

  “Things were going fine, but as soon as he turned eighteen he took off. He spent time in jail for a minor charge of assault, he called it minor, Mom was more pissed than I ever seen her. He was getting cleaned up, but then four years ago he just took off in the middle of the night. Mom and I tried to find him. Hugo and the guys helped us look for awhile, but eventually they all gave up.”

  “But you didn’t,” Clarissa smiled at him.

  “He’s my brother,” he said.

  “I think it’s sweet. More than that it’s the right thing to do, but what if you can’t find him? Are you going to look forever? Are you going throw your life away, because he threw his away?” Clarissa asked.

  She tried to keep her voice steady, but she feared that Skull would take everything she was saying the wrong away.

  “What am I supposed to do just forget about him?” Skull asked.

  “No,” Clarissa shook her head, before resting it against Skull’s shoulder, “I’ll take you to St. Louis tomorrow.”

  “I’m going alone,” Skull said.

  “I’m going with you,” Clarissa said.

  “It isn’t safe, Clarissa,” he said.

  “Exactly,” she said.

  “You’re not going,” Skulls said, looking down at her.

  “Yes, I am, Skull. I’m going to St. Louis with you even if I have to drive alone and follow you. There’s no law against going to St. Louis,” Clarissa said pulling away from him and crossing her arms.

  “Fine,” Skull said.

  They both quietly studied the other. Clarissa wondered what Skull was thinking about and if he was wondering what she was thinking about? Did things like that ever cross a guy’s mind?

  “Thank you,” Skull finally said.

  Clarissa smiled and nodded, as she climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently at first, merely brushing her lips against him, feeling their supple warmth and reaching out once again to touch upon the raw part of him. Her lips moved hesitantly against his, fearing that he would pull away from her. Justin had often done that if he thought he told her too much about what he was feeling.

  Skull wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, so that her breasts were pushed against his chest. His tongue slid between her warm parted lips and danced with hers. Clarissa’s fingers ran through Skull’s hair and tickled at the nape of his neck.

  When the kiss broke Clarissa rested her head against Skull’s shoulder and attempted to find the words that wanted to bubble over her lips. She wanted to help him, because she didn’t want to be without him.

  “I’m tired,” Clarissa said with a yawn.

  “We can go to sleep,” Skull grinned.

  “But will you be here when I wake up?” she asked.

  “Yes, remember the police still have my bike,” Skull chuckled.

  “How did Lobster get you out anyway?” Clarissa asked.

  “He didn’t,” Skull said, “They let me go when my story checked out.”

  Clarissa kissed him again and ground her hips against his lap. Exhaustion was playing at her inhibitions and her body craved relief from the stress she had endured. She could feel Skull coming to life under her body. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t break the kiss as his hands trailed under her shirt, dancing over her back and stomach before cupping her breast.

  “I want to,” she whispered before she lost her nerve.

  “Have you done it before?” Skull asked.

  Clarissa felt her cheeks turn pink as she shook her head.

  “Not tonight then,” Skull shook his head.

  Clarissa frowned and pulled away.

  “Look at me, Bookworm,” he said cupping her chin and meeting her eyes, “I’m not saying no. I want to and you know that.”

  He paused for a second and looked between their bodies at the bulge in his pants.

  “But your first time shouldn’t be on a sofa, in a hurried rush, because we’re both exhausted,” Skull said.

  Clarissa just nodded. Skull pulled her back into his lap and renewed the kiss.

  “I thought you said no,” Clarissa said and pulled away.

  “I didn’t say no to playing around,” Skull grinned, “I said no to going all the way.”

  Chapter Twelve

  True to his word Skull was there when Clarissa woke up late that afternoon. She found herself cocooned in his arms with his gentle breathing letting her know that he was still asleep. Clarissa closed her eyes and her cheeks flushed. His manhood was once again hard and pushing against her tummy.

  Vivid memories came to mind and Clarissa let out a soft sigh. She only had to think about Skull’s hands moving over her the delicate folds between her thighs to relive the warm and dizzying sensations.

  “Hmm...” she cooed as she turned to her side.

  “Morin’“ Skull mumbled.

  “It’s afternoon, silly,” Clarissa laughed.

  “Morning to me,” Skull said.

  “Fair enough,” Clarissa said and looked over at him.

  Skull moved over so that his body was pressed against her side. Clarissa leaned up and gave him a quick kiss before sitting up to stretch.

  “If we’re going to go to St. Louis we need to get moving,” she grinned, “I’m going to hit the shower.”

  “Don’t hit it too hard, Bookworm, you might break it,” Skull grinned.

  “Why does everyone always take up for the shower?” she laughed as she left the room.

  Two hours and a quick breakfast later Clarissa slid behind the wheel of her car and turned the key. They had woken up to late to retrieve Skull’s bike from the police impound, which Clarissa was silently thankful for. She hadn’t been looking forward to a three and a half hour ride on the back of the bike. Helmet or no helmet, she would have worried about becoming roadkill while trying to get from one city to another. In Clarissa’s opinion, motorcycles were not made for highways.

  “So when we get there?” Clarissa asked.

  “We’ll start at the arch. It only makes sense. He used to like to go there when we were kids and that’s where Bi
lly said he saw him at, or at last in the same general area,” Skull said.

  “And then?” Clarissa asked, arching a brow at him in the rear-view mirror.

  “The bus station, restaurants, bars, alleyways. Hell, I’ll go door to door if I have to,” Skull said.

  “I’d rather not go door to door,” Clarissa laughed.

  “Okay, maybe we’ll skip that one, maybe,” Skull said.

  “Good,” Clarissa laughed.

  Upon arriving at the St. Louis Arch Clarissa swallowed hard. She had been to St. Louis before, but the sheer size of the city had always unnerved her.

  “There’s a parking garage over there,” Skull said pointing to a building in the distance.

  “I know,” Clarissa said, more harshly than she had planned.

  “Sorry,” Skull muttered.

  “It’s okay,” Clarissa sighed, “I’m sorry too. I’ve been here before so I know where the parking garage is, but I don’t think we’ll be at the Arch long, will we?”

  “That depends,” Skull shrugged, “I don’t know. I figured we’d park the car for now and come back to it when we move to the next place.”

  “Do you want to ride the Arch while we’re here?” she asked.

  “Nah,” Skull said shaking his head, “We have too much to do and I’d like to do most of it while we still have daylight to burn.”

  After six hours of being drug all over St. Louis several times over Clarissa was tired, hungry, and frustrated.

  “My feet are killing me, Skull!” she said, sitting down on the curb, “I can’t keep this up.”

  “You can head back if you want to,” Skull told her, “I want to check a few more places.”

  “Skull, please, just let’s go home,” Clarissa said.

  “I thought you understood how important this is to me!” Skull said and turned away heading down another alleyway.

  “I do!” Clarissa shouted running after him, even though her feet protested with every step making her move in an awkward limping motion.

  “No, you don’t!” he yelled back.

  “Skull, I know this is important to you, but we’ve been everywhere on your list! We’ve been most places two or three times. We haven’t even met a single person who’s heard of Aaron! Come on, Skull, St. Louis is a big city! It was a shot in the dark!” Clarissa shouted.

  Skull turned to face her and waited for Clarissa to catch up to him.

  “I’m not saying to give up forever; I’m asking you to call it a day!” Clarissa said.

  “Fine! Let’s go,” Skull said and began to stalk toward the garage where Green Grandma was parked.

  “Skull!” Clarissa called after him.

  “What?! You said you wanted to go, let’s go,” Skull said.

  The drive home wasn’t pleasant. Skull sat in broody silence while Clarissa made weak attempts at conversation. He would nod or grunt in reply, but refused to speak.

  “Skull,” she sighed, “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I can only walk all over a damn city two or three times before I can’t take anymore.”

  “Turn here,” he said as they turned onto Glenstone Avenue.

  “Why?” Clarissa asked, missing the turn.

  “You can drop me off at my apartment,” Skull said.

  “Fine,” Clarissa said, and circled the long block to take him home.

  “Thanks for coming with me,” Skull said, but exited the car before Clarissa had a chance to respond.

  Clarissa watched as he walked up the steps before disappearing inside. She turned the steering wheel and began to pull out before shifting back into park and killing the engine. Although sore and exhausted, Clarissa climbed the steps and knocked on the door.

  Silence buzzed around Clarissa, making her ears ring. Was he not going to answer the door? She knocked again and this time heard footsteps. Clarissa’s pulse raced as she tapped her foot nervously.

  “What do I say to him?” she thought frantically as Skull approached, “What do I say? What the hell am I supposed to say to make this better? Is there anything I could say?”

  The knob turned and the door opened slowly. Clarissa looked up at Skull and offered him a smile.

  “Look I...” Skull began, but Clarissa cut off his words with a kiss.

  “It’s okay,” she grinned, “Can I come in?”

  “Sure,” Skull said arching an eyebrow.

  Clarissa walked in and was surprised that Skull’s apartment was much cleaner than she expected.

  “You okay, Bookworm?” he asked.

  “Yea, I was just...” Clarissa said as she kicked off her flats before sitting down on the sofa. She didn’t want to tell him that she was worried about him, because guys never took those words well, “Yea, I’m fine, I just thought we could hang out and I wanted to say something too. I’m sorry we didn’t find Aaron today.”

  “I should be used to not finding him by now,” Skull sighed.

  Clarissa leaned her head on Skull’s shoulder and closed her eyes.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  Skull wrapped his arm around her shoulders and leaned his cheek into the top of her head and was silent for a long slow moment. Clarissa focused on inhaling and exhaling steadily. She listened to the sound of her breathing mingling with Skull’s and felt a pink tinge rise on her cheeks.

  “I love you too,” Skull finally said.

  A sigh of relief escaped from Clarissa’s mouth and a grin spread across her face. She looked up at Skull meeting his brown eyes and gently touched his cheek. He looked tired as she felt, but Clarissa climbed into his lap anyway. She wanted to offer him the comfort her own heart and body craved. Clarissa’s fingers trailed over the nape of his neck playing with the fine hairs that grew there.

  Her heart pounded against her chest as their lips met. Skull’s mouth was strong and warm against hers as his tongue parted her lips and twirled around her own. His hands rested on her waist, but she wanted to feel them on her body. The thought of his hands touching her folds and kissing her tender flesh made her blush deepen.

  Clarissa broke the kiss long enough to slide her shirt over her head and toss it to the other side of the sofa. She looked at Skull whose eyes reflected the same longing intensity she felt in her belly. His hands trailed gently over her shoulders and stomach, before playing at the cleavage her bra left exposed. He traced the crevice, before pushing the cups out of the way and exposing her soft round breasts and their perky pink nipples.

  This time Clarissa didn’t blush. This time the heat of Skull’s breath moving towards her nipples made her heart skip a beat and her clit twitch. She arched her back thrusting her breasts out, offering her nipples to his lips.

  Her hips moved against his, sliding herself over the bulge in his pants. This wasn’t new, but the desire to go farther than they had the last time burned hot. Clarissa’s eyelids fluttered when she felt Skull’s hand slide under her skirt and caress her thighs. Her legs parted for his touch, inviting him into her.

  Clarissa held tight to Skull’s shoulders as their kiss renewed. His fingers moved between her legs, exciting and enticing her. Her hands trembled with love, desire, and nerves as he lowered her onto her back. She looked up at him and he down at her, their eyes locked as they both panted. Skull captured her mouth again for a moment, before he disappeared. Clarissa looked over the back of the sofa, but she wasn’t sure where he had gone.

  “To get a condom maybe?” she thought to herself, trying to make sense of the situation, but the ache between her thighs made it difficult to think, “Will it always feel this good?”

  Clarissa wiggled out of her skirt and panties, discarding them, letting them fall where they might.

  “Skull?” she called out, her voice sounding so wanton, that at first Clarissa didn’t recognize it as her own.

  When she heard him returning, Clarissa sat up and leaned over the back of the sofa. Her tongue flicked over her lips wetting them and giving her a chill. Skull grinned at her and she smiled back, but
the desire that danced in her belly, changed its tempo, moving faster, urging her on, and sending her into his arms.

  She walked slowly to him. Her every movement made her aware of her naked body and the freedom it provided was intoxicating. Skull pulled her to him and their tongues danced, moving in quick hungry motions. Clarissa ground her hips against Skull’s, the fabric of his jeans felt rough against her thighs and the soft folds that lay between them.

  Skull led Clarissa one step at a time as they kissed. Clarissa was aware they were moving, but she didn’t care where he was leading her. She would go regardless. The soft fabric of a sheet brushed against the back of her knees as she fell onto Skull’s bed. They kissed as Skull finished undressing.

  Clarissa kissed him with her eyes open, watching as he kicked his jeans away and then lowered his boxers freeing his hardness. Her fingers wrapped around his girth and she was surprised to find how smooth and soft it felt against her palm. She stroked him slowly, moving her hand up and down his shaft as he kissed her.

  Skull’s fingers moved between her thighs. His every movement made her want him more. She wanted the hardness her hand held inside of her body. Clarissa deepened the kiss and guided him into her body.

  She wrapped her arms around Skull’s neck as she lost herself to the pleasure of him moving inside of her.

  “I can’t believe it,” Clarissa thought to herself, “I never thought... Oh! God above me! This feels good!”

  Her awe at being one with him was quickly lost to the pleasure that their closeness created. She bit her lip as her body moved in time with his until the fire that had been building in her belly exploded.

  “Skull,” Clarissa gasped in pleasure, throwing her head back in pleasure.

  “Clarissa,” Skull murmured in her ear. His voice was thick and reflected back her pleasure.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Jared!” Clarissa called dashing down the steps after him.

  “I’m running late, Bookworm,” Jared called back to her, “Today’s the last class before the midterm and I can’t afford to miss any of it.”