Tryst

by Alex Rosa

  My stomach does a somersault as I hear Blake’s calm, deep voice. “Skyler.”

  The sound of my name on his lips is crisp; a confirmation, not a question.

  I hang my keys next to the door, make my way across the living room, and in that instant, I wish I were sitting with Rich back at the coffee shop. How could I be so stupid?

  Thinking those are the only words we’ll exchange, I smile and nod at his friend and continue my strides.

  “I thought you were studying with Rich tonight?”

  I gulp as that nasty bitch of self-loathing creeps into my psyche, wondering if he’s asking only because he thought he could fit another girl in for dinner after his breakfast, meaning me, or if he’s honestly curious to why I’m home early.

  I shrug, and I hope I’m managing the I-don’t-give-a-fuck thing well. “Um, no. I decided to come home early.” I purse my lips into a knowing pout as I watch his blazing green eyes scramble for an understanding.

  This girl sits stoic as she eyes the both of us, and maybe she, too, notices Blake’s somewhat guilty expression.

  Deciding I’m in this to win, I continue, “I’m sorry for interrupting. I didn’t know you were going to have company. If I would have known—”

  “It’s fine. I guess I should have mentioned it,” Blake cuts me off, and he appears embarrassed by the whole situation.

  I bite down on my bottom lip, curious at what it all means, and why we’re having this conversation in front of a stranger.

  “Don’t be silly, Blake. You can do whatever you want.” I am tempted to change my words to whomever you want, but I bite my tongue, thinking my mocking tone is enough.

  I have to get out of here.

  I’m desperately trying to keep my balance, mentally, as I turn on my heels, ending the conversation. “I’m heading upstairs to change. I’ll probably head back out. Don’t worry about me. Carry on with your evening.”

  I don’t wait for a response as I sprint upstairs. I can’t believe him. I really can’t. Is this how it’s going to be? Can I deal with this? The answer is: I just don’t know. Sure, we have safe sex, but the idea that the sexy boy down the hall feels the need to have sex with two different women twice in one day is crazy. Hell, I could not even manage my guilt well enough to kiss two boys in the same day.

  Shocking my brain into silence is the sound of the front door shutting.

  I turn around when I hear determined footsteps coming up the steps, and I cross my arms over my chest.

  When Blake’s form makes its grand entrance into my room, I try stopping the conversation before it starts.

  “Blake, do me a favor and spare me an explanation. I told you—”

  Caught up in my incoming tantrum, I’m cut off by his lips crashing into mine as his hands make their way to my face. I claw at his chest as an involuntary moan escapes me. I try to push him away, but the moment my fingertips graze his toned body, feeling its blazing heat beneath the thin material of his T-shirt, it becomes a silly attempt at refusal.

  “Blake!” I squeal between his soft lips.

  He hums what I think is muffled laughter against my mouth as we tumble back onto my bed, finally disconnecting our lips for a longer moment.

  “Blake! You’re crazy! You just had a girl downstairs!”

  He presses his lips against mine before pulling away, and he looks like a toddler with a new toy, his hair ruffled and adorable, his eyes wide and round.

  “So? She’s gone now.”

  Another possessive kiss, and this time he coaxes my mouth open as he grinds his hips into mine, burning a fiery path through my veins.

  I pull away, finding this situation so insane that it’s hilarious.

  “I can’t possibly agree to this right now. You were going to sleep with her, and what? You kicked her out?”

  He stops a moment, hovering above me. He tilts his head to the side as if debating whether to tell his secret, and I can’t tell if he decides to confess. “I wasn’t going to sleep with her. I was just bored and she was available.”

  He acts as if it makes complete sense, leaving no room for more of an explanation. He makes it a point to position himself comfortably between my legs. I can feel his growing erection already struggling against his tight jeans on my thigh.

  I’m stunned. Was he doing it to make me jealous? Or was he looking for company?

  He’s smiling still. The smug jerk.

  “Blake, why the hell would you do that? Did you really just kick her out?” I repeat.

  “Yeah, I did.”

  I close my eyes briefly, still trying to manage my mocking laughter.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

  He shrugs, raising an I-don’t-really-care brow.

  “And you think I don’t know this? You know you’re the one I want.”

  He buries his face into my neck, taking in a deep inhale before placing enticing kisses at my collarbone, near the edge of my tank top. I don’t know what he means. Trying to be snarky, I say, “Oh, so now I’m the current flavor of the moment?”

  This time he growls his displeasure as he sits up, flashing a tense no-nonsense stare as his eyes heat unexpectedly, his kissable lips pressed into a hard line.

  “I didn’t like that when you first said it to me, and I don’t like you saying it now.”

  I bite my lip, finding angry Blake almost hotter than trying-to-seduce-me Blake.

  “I don’t think I’ve seen you mad at me before,” I goad, still finding it silly that we’re currently tangled around each other in my bed.

  “You don’t want to see me mad, Skye.”

  I roll my eyes. “We’re getting off topic here.”

  “You’re right.”

  Before I can speak, his lips collide with mine, silencing me yet again. My arms drag up his chest and grab onto his biceps as I manage words between our kisses.

  “Blake. You. Play. So. Unfair.”

  He pulls away, and the look on his face makes me feel like a puddle of goo.

  “How do I know you weren’t going to sleep with that girl?”

  If I’m not mistaken, the curve to the corner of his mouth holds that secret again.

  “Do me a favor, Skyler, and trust me on that one.”

  I have to turn away. With his eyes on me as I try to gather my thoughts, my clenching stomach tells me I shouldn’t be asking him these questions in the first place.

  “How’s pre-med Dick?” he asks.

  My eyes dart to his. “You really want to have that conversation right now?”

  He sighs and shakes his head. “You’re right. I don’t want to. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters, Skyler.”

  I know he’s right. We aren’t dating. Some rules sting more than others, and the truth is we can see anyone we want. I try to get my bearings, but this time with a different part of myself as I commit to the whole idea.

  “Is this how it’s going to be, Blake?”

  His half-smile appears. I would never tell him, but that dimple could easily have him winning any argument while turning my body into a trembling mess.

  “What do you mean?” he questions.

  “This whole beck-and-call thing. You come here, into my room, demanding my body?”

  He licks his bottom lip, and I know it’s a strategic move as I watch the trail of his tongue. “It’s a damn delectable body.”

  “That’s your answer?”

  “Skyler, don’t overthink it. Sure, it can be whatever you want it to be. Either you want it, or you don’t. I suggest you come stomping into my room whenever you want, demanding my body. It could be liberating.”

  The grin that he flashes me is downright sinister.

  I purse my lips. “Oh, is that so?”

  He trails his fingertips down my body, starting at the bottom of my neck and moving between my breasts before taking a firm grasp of my thigh. I follow suit, allowing my leg to wrap around his hip.

  “Yeah, it is,” he replies. “But again, that
’s if you want it.”

  He turns his gaze back to me. The more time I spend with Blake, the more of him I’m actually able to define. I can see that behind those overwhelming green eyes is a little doubt and worry, but they’re dominated by a deep-seated confidence that comes naturally.

  I sit up on my elbows, putting our faces only an inch apart. I want so badly to be good at this. I try my most seductive glance as I gather Blake’s mesmerized attention. “Is my brother home?”

  He shakes his head, and for once, it feels like the stakes have changed and I have control.

  I revel in this momentary gust of confidence, and his almost cautious approach as he stares back, like for once he is the mouse and I am the lion. My body begins its own pulsating need of desire at the realization.

  I take my tongue, sticking it out just enough to lick Blake’s bottom lip, noticing he is utterly caught in a spell I never knew I could cast.

  His tongue peeks out, too, making gentle contact with mine as his eyes close. As if taking an ultimate sense of control, I feel him holding himself back as our lips make soft, delicate, teasing contact in combination with our tongues’ slow, lapping strokes.

  Like counting down to takeoff, I whisper my answer. “I want it.”

  He crashes his lips to mine, ravishing my mouth in frantic succession, pressing his throbbing erection against the apex of my thighs.

  The need to feel Blake’s skin against mine burns like a blazing wildfire. I grab for his pants, and he moves to remove my shirt amid our loud groans. Our bodies grind against one another, aching to be so much closer.

  I can do this.

  Chapter 22

  I let Blake lift my shirt from my body, revealing my black lacy bra. I knew this morning that from this point on, wearing pretty underwear would be in my best interest. His hunger blazes as he leans into my breasts, humming his pleasure as his fingertips slip behind my back, unhooking my bra, freeing me. He tosses it aside, taking one of my nipples roughly into his mouth, sucking and licking. I moan, my body arching into his. My hands claw for his jeans, unbuttoning them with ease. I don’t hesitate to slip my hand inside his boxer briefs, grabbing his hot, hard cock, and sliding up and down his length.

  A sigh of “Fuck” stumbles from his lips as I quicken the movement of my palm, and he grinds against my throbbing core.

  He moves his hands to my jeans, as his face springs back to my lips. He possesses my mouth with the same fervor as his body, our tongues eager for each other’s taste.

  Once managing to slip off my jeans and lace panties, he says against my mouth amid another unrestrained, impatient groan, “We have to be quick. Do you have condoms in your room?”

  I’m confused, but answer amid our rushing breaths. “What do you mean, we have to be quick? My brother isn’t home. And no, I don’t have condoms, but it doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill. I want you right now.” I tug at his jeans, pushing them over his statuesque hips.

  His animalistic growl rumbles against my mouth, and soon I can feel the head of his cock hovering above the opening of my sex.

  “I meant your brother isn’t home right now. He went to drop something off and then to grab food. I figure we have forty-five minutes.” His tone turns into frustration and shock, his lips even tensing with his undeniable hunger. “You’re on the pill? Why didn’t you say something before?”

  I giggle, letting my nails drag down his back, making contact with his hard ass as I arch my hips into his, my body begging. His lips move to my ear to nibble on my earlobe, then kiss and nip a trail down the nape of my neck.

  “Blake,” slips from my lips, and it sounds more like a plea as I continue. “We probably have less than that. And why would I stop a guy from using protection? Besides, you didn’t ask, so I didn’t tell. Stop teasing me and hurry up.”

  He darts his mouth back to mine, ravishing my own.

  “You want it hard?” he questions, his voice deep and sexy.

  I nod against his lips. “Hard and fast.”

  He slams into me, and my nails dig into his hips as I moan his name. He buries his head into the crook of my neck, beginning a ruthless rhythm against my body. The carnal need for him, combined with the anxiousness I feel at the possibility of getting caught, is like a drug. I want more.

  “Oh fuck. You feel so good bare.” Blake’s lips brush against my ear, groaning breathlessly. “Give it to me, Skye.”

  My body, already well on its way to the peak, presses against his, meeting him for every thrust. Blake’s panting catches up with mine.

  “Blake. Oh please, Blake . . .”

  He moves back to my mouth, absorbing my moans, igniting my burning desire as my body begins that all-encompassing clench around him.

  Needing a release, my body lets go, and so does Blake’s as he pours himself inside me. He pants my name against my lips. “Fuck, Skyler. Always so good.”

  We catch our breath, lying against each other. Blake’s forehead is pressed to mine, our eyes closed, our bodies still connected. He places a kiss against my jaw before laying his head against my breasts, basking in our bliss as my chest calms with slowing breaths.

  I could lie here all night with him, but the paranoia that I haven’t been able to get a grip on reappears. My brother will be home anytime now. I know it will sour the mood, so I make it a point to tangle both of my hands into Blake’s dark brown hair, tugging sweetly.

  “Blake, you should probably head downstairs. My brother could come home.”

  He grumbles, peeking up at me from my chest. He moves his lips back to mine, squirming his body against me while still inside me. “I think I like it right where I am, thank you.”

  I gasp, pulling his face harder into mine. I love moments like this, having Blake to myself, alone, and I want him to stay in bed with me. However, there is too much on the line, and it will only complicate things more.

  “Sorry, buddy, but you know the rules. Do you want us both homeless?”

  He groans his frustration and pulls away, but his wide-eyed, almost comical look has me stifling my laughter. “Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

  He pulls out of me and goes straight for his jeans, putting them on commando. They hang from his hips, and I lick my lips at the sight of him naked from the waist up, post-fuck, all bedheaded and adorable.

  His satisfied expression has me developing a sense of shyness, and I move to cover my naked self.

  He leans down to grab his shirt, but his eyebrows knit. “Stop that. I want to see you. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of. I could stare at you all day.”

  I blush. I can’t stop covering myself as my arm hugs harder against my breasts.

  Shaking my head, I say, “You’re ridiculous. Now you really need to go.”

  He chuckles, mirroring my smile as he turns toward the stairs, but his eyes refuse to follow and he raises his eyebrows in a goading manner.

  I laugh too. I press my thighs together as the hand covering that private area lifts up to point him in the opposite direction. I try so hard to be serious, but I don’t mean any of it. As if sensing this, he gives up all efforts of leaving, tossing his shirt to the floor as he springs back into bed, and on top of me. His lips capture mine, and I feel the friction of his jeans against my sensitive core.

  I giggle against his lips, but worry it’s yet another moan.

  “Blake, you need to go!”

  Just like that, we hear the simple sound of the front door opening.

  With his lips still pressed against mine, we both stop breathing. My chest no longer rises, and his humid panting can no longer be felt against my mouth.

  We listen, and sure enough, I can hear my brother’s heavy footsteps against the hardwood floor of the living room. There is a pause, and I wonder if he is listening, too. Both cars sit in the driveway, and now all he has to do is wonder where we are.

  The footsteps continue as he enters the kitchen. Clanking glasses and running water can be heard as if my brother has started the
dishes.

  I’m still frozen to the spot, but shocking me still is the beginning strokes of Blake’s lapping lips that pull me from my trance, as if picking up right where we left off.

  I accept only one stroke before pulling away to whisper, hoping the loud running water will muffle any of my sounds, “What’re you doing?”

  He smiles. “Just go with it, and do me a favor and don’t make a sound.”

  His last words are a serious, seductive, demanding staccato. My body buzzes with this unfamiliar thrill as his lips come back to mine, not needing an answer.

  The continual clang of periodic pots and pans amid the running sink water can be heard while Blake possessively caresses my lips. With his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth, I’m forced to be silent.

  As if passing level one, his smile stretches against my mouth, initiating the next one. His hand moves down to my breast, pinching and tugging at my nipple.

  My moan becomes harder to restrain, but with failure not being an option, my fists claw at the sheets, clenching at fistfuls of fabric. He then moves to the final stage, grinding his hips into mine, driving a small gasp to the surface, which his lips absorb.

  The clanging and clinking slows below as the friction of Blake’s zipper rubs against my clit, and surprising me, my body begins its carnal climb all over again. My hands desperately grip onto Blake’s biceps. I shake my head against his lips, telling him that if he were to continue I’d scream his name in utter orgasmic satisfaction, and I wouldn’t give a damn.

  He halts his hips almost in perfect unison with the sound of the water stopping, leaving the empty room beyond my sheeted wall welcome to the slightest sound. I want to whimper as my body hums, needing yet another release, but it knows it can only beg.

  After what feels like long, agonizing minutes, we are finally rewarded with the sound of Josh’s footsteps heading into his bedroom, and the confirming shutting sound of his door.

  I exhale my anxiousness, and Blake returns to grinding his hips against mine, except harder. He moves his lips to release a gasp. He continues to cater to me, resurfacing the lingering need.