Se7en

by Sky Corgan

  “Champagne?” Chandler asks, pouring us each a glass before I have a chance to respond.

  I lean back against the table, kind of wanting to eat a cupcake but not daring to mess up his display. “I'm not really sure what all this is yet.”

  “It's a fun time,” he tells me with a smile. “I put your outfit at the end of the table.”

  I glance down at the tasteless pink candy bra and underwear he's referring to. “Where's yours?” I tease, picking up the box.

  He cocks his head to the side and gives me a look that clearly states he doesn't plan on wearing anything so silly.

  “You're no fun.” I wrinkle my nose at him.

  “We'll see.” He brings me my glass of champagne and then stands there watching me lecherously while I change into the hard candy ensemble. Once I'm done, he hands me my glass and lifts his in cheers. “To our last fun evening together.”

  “To our...” the words fade from my lips with my smile, and I stop before our glasses clink. “Wait, what do you mean?”

  “It's your last night here. We'll spend part of tomorrow together, and then I'll be sending you home.”

  “Oh.” I avert my eyes, feeling a wave of depression sweeping over me. Did a week really go by so quickly?

  “Hey.” Chandler reaches up to caress my cheek, drawing my attention back to him. “I won't have any of that. Let's have fun today. Okay? I need you here with me.” His expression is serious, which means that me being upset will only disrupt whatever he needs to capture for his art. I have to pull myself together. I knew when I came here that I couldn't stay forever. Then again, I hadn't expected to be intimate with Chandler. And I definitely hadn't expected to fall in love with him. When I leave tomorrow, my heart is going to shatter into a million pieces.

  “Be here...for me,” he says, probably sensing that I'm fading further away from him.

  “For you.” I press his hand to my cheek and turn to kiss his palm.

  “You don't have to drink the champagne if you don't want to.” He sets his glass down, and it's oddly comforting, like he's nullifying the toast. I'm glad because I don't want to toast to that. I don't want to pretend to be happy that I'm about to lose one of the most amazing men I've ever met. “Now, seduce me.” He gives me a wolfish grin, nodding towards the bed.

  The mood shifts in an instant. I definitely want to do something that will make him remember me forever.

  I turn from him to walk to the bed, taking long, measured strides, placing one foot in front of the other like a cat. It's a little hard to lower myself sexily when the bed is so low to the floor, but I do the best I can, folding down onto my back and splaying my legs. I run my hands over my body, feeling the candy beads rolling beneath my fingertips. When I run out of ideas, I motion with my finger for Chandler to come to me.

  He plays the sexy card far better than I do, stalking up to me like a predator. The darkness in his eyes makes me shiver to my core. He kneels on the bed, the outline of his cock clearly visible as blood pools below to make him hard. My mouth waters at the sight of his powerful body, all hard muscles and raw energy. I come up onto my knees to slide my hand behind his neck, straining to kiss him. His tongue parts my lips, and I open for him, longing to taste him. There's a hint of champagne on his breath, which is strange since I never saw him take a drink. Briefly, I wonder if he was drinking before he came into the room with me, but ultimately decide that it doesn't matter.

  My other hand slips between his legs, cupping the steel there and lazily stroking him over his pants. His mouth finds my neck, kissing a rough path to the straps of my bra. There's a slight tug on it, and then I hear a crunching sound. Chunks of candy fall down my body. Chandler straightens, his expression twisted unpleasantly.

  “Oh, that's horrible.” He finishes chewing the candy and swallows. I can't help but giggle.

  “Is it?” I look down at the place where he bit off some of the candy. Other pieces have fallen to fill the gap.

  “It tastes like strawberry chalk.” He glances back at the table, and I know he wants his champagne to wash the taste away. Thankfully, willpower keeps him from tearing himself away from me.

  “So I'm guessing I don't have to worry about you eating my underwear off.” I wiggle my butt.

  “Maybe we should switch you into the gummy underwear.” His expression suggests skepticism of those tasting any better.

  “Maybe we shouldn't.” I really don't want to be sticky. “Maybe I should just take these off.” I slip my fingers into the waistband of my candy underwear and teasingly pull them down over my hips.

  “Maybe we should do whipped cream instead?” He raises an eyebrow.

  “You're bound and determined to get me dirty today, aren't you?” I pout.

  “That I am.” He stands finally, and I frown from the loss of him. I watch as Chandler goes over to the table and loads his arms up with items before coming back to me.

  “What did you get?” I scoot to the edge of the mattress to get a good look.

  Chandler tries to shield it all with his hands. “You'll see it all when I use it all.”

  “Well, you brought a lot.” I sit back on the heels of my palms. He didn't do well hiding it. I already saw the strawberries and whipped cream.

  “Take off the bra.” He picks up the bottle of whipped cream and gives it a good shake.

  I do as I'm told, thinking that this is going to be cold. I'm not wrong. When he sprays the whipped cream onto my chest, my nipples turn to diamonds. Chandler's mouth defrosts them a bit, but they still stay hard when he's sucking on them. I try to ignore the stickiness, focusing on the pleasure that his tongue and lips give me. My hand stays between his legs, my fingers enjoying the firmness of him beneath them. I want more, though. I want to feel his skin. And so I start to peel off his pants.

  Chandler smirks at me, letting my nipple slip from his mouth to straighten himself so that I can pull his pants down over his hips and expose that glorious cock of his. It springs forth at an upward arch, and I can't resist the urge to put my lips on him. He lies back on the bed as I crawl over him, reaching over to offer me two packages. “Blowjob mints or a flavored condom?”

  “Blowjob mints,” I reply quickly, knowing that I'd rather taste him instead of plastic.

  He pops open the container and offers me two of the little pink mints. I toss them into my mouth, sucking on them for a moment before making a face.

  “Horrible?” he asks.

  “They're probably about the same as that candy bra.” Chalky and not very good.

  “They're supposed to numb your throat a bit,” he tells me matter-of-factly.

  “Because I can't take your big dick without them?” I tease before gripping him at the base and impaling myself on him.

  He groans, tossing his head back. “I certainly never said that.”

  “Mhm,” I mumble around his girth.

  Even with the mints, which I don't feel make a damn bit of difference, I avoid taking him to the back of my throat. I'd much rather suck on his tip and stroke his length with my hand.

  Chandler closes his eyes and relaxes while I blow him. It's not long before he's ready to switch things up, putting me on my back and sinking down between my legs. He pulls the crotch of my candy underwear aside, looking annoyed with it. I'm really glad I shaved or else my hairs would have caught between the beads. Not to mention the embarrassment of them sticking out between the candies. Not sexy at all.

  “Would you have preferred the gummy underwear?” I smirk at him.

  “Not sure.” He balls his fist around the crotch of the panties and gives them a good tug. Beads of candy fly everywhere as the strings holding them together snap. I giggle as they roll in various directions as if trying to escape us.

  “Much less sexy than you envisioned?” I wrinkle my nose at him.

  “I honestly never envisioned it being sexy,” he confesses.

  “Then why do it?”

  “For the art.” He grins at me before li
cking up the length of my slit. I let out a shuddering moan, relaxing back against the bed. “Mmm, your pussy is so sweet.” His tongue tunnels into me, lapping at my wetness before sliding up to tease at my clit. “Want to try something different?” He gives me a mischievous smirk.

  “Sure. I'm always up for different.” I wonder what he has in mind.

  He takes a strawberry from the plate he brought over, and I squirm slightly as he pushes it between my folds. It feels so wrong, and I can't help but blush as I figure out what he's about to do. Chandler looks at me over my mound as his mouth dips between my legs. I feel a slight pressure and then hear the crunch of his teeth biting into the strawberry. It's so damn dirty but he looks so sexy while he's doing it. If I were the artist, it would be yet another moment between us that I'd want immortalized. That look in his eyes sears my very soul.

  “That was way hotter than I expected it would be.” I avert my gaze, feeling like I might maul him if I stare at him a moment longer.

  He pulls the remaining strawberry from me and licks me clean. “It tastes exquisite with you.” Then his mouth really gets to work. I whimper as he applies deep pressure to my clit, his tongue massaging my cleft and pushing me closer to climax. It's not long before I'm squirming on his face, my body about to give way. He slides his hands beneath me, gripping my ass and bearing down on my pussy. I come so hard that I have to clutch onto the sheets to stabilize myself.

  “Oh fuck, Chandler.” I exhale a deep breath I didn't even know I had been holding.

  He doesn't give me a moment to recover, pressing two fingers into me to fight against the contractions. He probes them, curling them slightly to rub across my G-spot. It feels like he's drawing out the orgasm, making it way longer than it should be. His tongue slicks across my sensitive clit. I think it will be too much, but it's not. Soothing almost, though my thighs quiver from the intensity of everything.

  When his mouth finally leaves my pussy, I sit up and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, drawing him to me for a long series of kisses. I must admit that the mixed flavor of myself and the strawberry lingering on his tongue isn't half bad. I kiss Chandler until I'm breathless. Then I crawl onto all fours, giving him a come hither look over my shoulder.

  He queues in immediately, coming up onto his knees and stroking his cock as he lines himself up behind me. I purr as I feel him rub his glans between my folds. It's a gentle tease, like a pendulum swinging back and forth before it stops at the center.

  He wraps his hands around my waist, pushing balls deep into me in one fluid motion. I moan loudly as his cock tunnels inside of me to fill me up. The feeling is exquisite. Everything is complete when we're together like this.

  I close my eyes while he starts to thrust, drowning in the pleasure of being so connected to him. He places his palm on the small of my back and fists the other into my hair, though he barely uses it for leverage. The small bite of pain at my scalp is even more erotic. I love that he's not scared to do what he wants—the sign of a confident man.

  Maybe that's why I find him so sexy. He knows what he wants. He goes for it. He gets exactly what he wants every time. Maybe I want him so much because I want to be like him someday. He inspires me in so many ways. How could I not have fallen in love with him?

  Thinking about it makes my heart hurt. Even though he's giving me unimaginable pleasure, there's still that thought at the back of my mind that this is the last time. For that reason, I should be savoring it even more, laser focusing on enjoying this to the fullest. But there's an empty feeling inside of me...as if he's already starting to slip away, and I don't like it one bit.

  “Chandler, I...” I love you is what I begin to say. Then sense takes over me, and I stop. Nothing could destroy the moment more than if I say it and he doesn't say it back. Worse, if he doesn't feel the same way and things become awkward. So I just let the words contort into a moan, never reaching a literate end.

  He slows down, gazing at me as he slides his cock in and out of my wetness. My pussy contracts around him, hugging him, wanting to draw him back in. I need this with him. I need this now more than I ever have. Yes, I can focus now. I will burn every moment of this time with him into my memory because that's the only way I'll be able to keep him.

  Chandler rolls me over onto my side, his cock never leaving me. He continues thrusting, and I try to concentrate on that spot between my legs instead of everything I'm feeling. It's a battle, if I'm being honest with myself. There's a coldness to not being able to look at him, a disconnect that I haven't felt since the first time we were together. But I know I'm the only one who is feeling it because he's not acting any differently. To redirect my attention, I rub my clit, needing to climax.

  I move his hand from my waist to my breast, urging him to squeeze, desperately trying to reach that place where my mind empties of everything but the pleasure I'm feeling. He cups my breast, giving my nipple a quick teasing pinch before his hand slips back down to my waist, making me feel denied. I wonder if he knows that he's torturing me.

  “Make me come,” I beg.

  “Not yet,” he says breathily behind me.

  “Why not?” I pout.

  “You'll come when I say you can.”

  I inhale deeply and bite my bottom lip. Even his words turn me on. Why am I having such a hard time staying with him?

  I close my legs, hugging them. The pressure of Chandler's dick inside of me intensifies. Nothing has ever felt better than this. Will anyone else ever be able to sexually fulfill me like he has? I know he's my first, so I have nothing to compare him to, but I highly doubt that anyone else will be able to live up to what we've done together here.

  Chandler finally takes a break, his cock falling out of me as he pulls me into his arms, his mouth crashing on top of mine. I swoon from his powerful embrace, kissing him with all the love I feel inside. I never knew that a kiss could fulfill me and hurt me at the same time, but it does both, and I just can't stop kissing him.

  “Can we stay like this forever?” my voice quivers from the pain I feel inside.

  “Not forever,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine.

  His words are crushing, reminding me that this is just sex to him. Just art. That my feelings are one-sided. If he loved me, he would have humored me with a more romantic response.

  “Lie down.” I put my palm on his chest to guide him back. I want on top, not because I particularly want to ride him but because I want to see his face while we're having sex and I'm not sure that will happen unless I'm in control.

  He does as he's told, getting comfortable on the bed before I crawl over him. I take him into me and immediately start bouncing on his dick, leaning back to feel his tip rubbing across my G-spot with every thrust. He keeps his eyes closed as if he's bound and determined to deny me the one thing I need from him right now. And I keep my gaze locked on his face, waiting for that connection, wanting to yell at him to look at me.

  I moan loudly to get his attention, way louder than the pleasure I'm actually feeling. He opens his eyes for a split second, more to make sure I'm okay than anything else, but then he closes them again. So I give up, using him as the means to an end. That's all we are to each other after all. I'm just his model. And he's just my fuck toy. I have to see us that way if I'm ever going to get through this without crying...because I'm already so damn close. Everything inside of me hurts. The only thing keeping the tears at bay is what little focus I still have on my pleasure. Maybe if I do cry, he'll write it off as the sex just being that good. I'll take any excuse right now not for him to think that I'm completely falling apart.

  My thighs burn from the effort of staying on top of him as long as I physically can. When Chandler feels me starting to slow down, he cups my ass to help me, taking some of the weight off. It's not long before I'm spent and forced to go down onto my knees, still refusing to get off of him.

  He reaches up and gropes my breasts, finally opening his eyes. I place my hands on top of his, writhin
g as I drown in the connection I've been yearning for. The way he's looking at me is so sensual.

  When his hands leave my body, I touch myself, wanting to give him a show—wanting to keep him engaged. He stays with me this time, and I give him my all.

  “Don't stop touching me,” I beg as I rotate my hips to feel him in every part of me.

  “Oh yeah,” he groans softly, his palms coming back to cup me again, my nipples slipping between his fingertips.

  I grind down with him all the way inside of me, wanting to feel him as deep as he can go. His hands fall to my waist, clamping on as he presses up in time with me. I lean forward, crushing my clit against him, feeling my orgasm coming on. It's exactly what I need right now, and there's no way I'll allow him to stop me.

  I stare into his eyes as I writhe on him, bending to kiss him when I know I'm at my peak. One last thrust and my body burns from climax. Everything around us disappears from the feel of his lips on mine and his cock spreading my pussy. He curses against my mouth, and I feel him swell. I know there's no barrier between us, but I don't care. I take him all into me, moving on top of him to draw out his pleasure. Why I stopped caring about my own, I don't know.

  That's a lie. I do know. It's because I love him. Because I want him to enjoy this just as much, if not more, as I am. I want to show him that I love him, and if I can't say the words, then I can at least show him with my actions.

  “Jesus fuck, Emma.” Chandler's chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his dick still swelling and spurting inside of me. It's like his entire body is contracting. I've never seen him come so hard before.

  “Mmm. It feels so good,” I purr, resting against his chest.

  Once both of our bodies settle, he strokes my hair. It feels incredibly soothing, but I know it won't last. Soon, he'll push me away and stand to get dressed, and I'll be left in this room alone. But on the plus side, at least I can eat my feelings, I think as I glance over at all of the cupcakes. I'm so going to eat about ten of those.