by Jacob Chance
Raising one of the slices to my lips, I take a large bite. The combination of sweet and spicy peppers, combined with the parmesan cheese and sauce explodes on my tongue. I moan, chewing slowly, savoring the taste.
“You like it?” Trevor’s expression is adorably hopeful.
I lick sauce from the corner of my lip. “I love it. This is phenomenal. I can’t wait until you make it again for me.”
“I told you I was a catch.”
“You never mentioned you’d learn how to cook vegan food. That would have gone a long way towards making me cave in sooner.”
“Now that I know you like my cooking, I’m inspired to try something even more complicated.”
“I’ll eat whatever you make. I’m pretty daring about trying new things. When you’re vegan, you have to be open minded. I never expected to like veggie burgers, but they’re surprisingly good.”
We settle into silence as we both enjoy the meal. Trevor offers me small smiles from time to time, but seems content to remain quiet. I like this about him, along with a thousand other things. The list of positives grows daily and my reservations have been consistently chipped away by his persistence.
“What are you smiling about?” he inquires, catching me woolgathering about him.
“I was thinking about how much I like your company and how happy I am to be here.”
“I’m glad, and just so you know, I may never let you leave.”
“Cooking for me is one way to get me to stay.”
“What else will get you to stay?” His tone is teasing.
“It depends on how comfortable your bed is.”
“It’s king sized and soft as a cloud. I just changed my sheets today.”
“Ooh, after the past two months on my tiny, rock-hard dorm bed, clean sheets and sleeping on a cloud sounds pretty fantastic. Those are both big selling points, but I’m not convinced.”
“I’m a great cuddler.”
“You are?”
“Actually, no, I never have been. But I want to hold you in my arms all night long.”
“What if that’s all we do?”
“Cuddle?” I nod. “Then I’ll consider myself the luckiest guy in the world that you spent the night with me.” My stomach flutters with his sweet answer. Could he possibly mean all the things he says? God, I hope he does, because it’ll break my heart to find out otherwise.
I help him clear the table even though he tries to get me to remain seated. We load the dishwasher side by side and I wipe down the table as he puts the leftovers away. He steals the dish cloth from me and throws it into the sink.
“Can I persuade you to spend the night with me?”
“Do I need to make up my mind right now?”
“I want to watch a movie in my room, but if you’re not staying over we could watch it in the living room.”
“Should we rock, paper, scissors for it? Whoever wins chooses.”
“Are you serious? Growing up, I was the champion of that game.”
“Let’s see what you got.” We face one another, each placing a fist on the palm of their other hand. We pound our fists into our palms three times and then I make a sign for scissors and Trevor makes one for paper. “Scissors cut paper.”
“Lucky try.” He scowls.
“Let’s go again.”
We bang our fists into our palms and I stretch my fingers out making the sign for paper and Trevor forms a fist for rock. “Paper covers rock.” I smile. “I thought you were the champion of this game?”
“I let you win.”
I poke him in the chest. “Ha, don’t be a sore loser. Admit your defeat.”
He catches my hand and tugs me into him, pinning my arms behind my back. “I’ve got you in my arms and at my mercy, seems like a win to me. What’s it gonna be, Red? Are you spending the night with me or not?”
I stare up into his blue eyes. “I’m staying.” He releases my hands and throws me over his shoulder. We move quickly down the hallway. I’m getting dizzy from the blood flowing to my head in the upside down position as I hang down his back. We enter his room and he mercilessly drops me on the bed. I bounce in place squealing with laughter.
He chuckles. “What movie do you want to watch?”
“I like anything.”
He picks up the remote, turning on the television. Flipping to the guide he scrolls through the various selections. “Porn it is.”
I laugh and kick my flip flops to the floor. “How’d you know that’s my favorite?” Scooting backward, I slide up the comforter until my head is lying on a pillow. My gaze skates around his bedroom, taking in the light gray walls and navy blue and gray comforter. Floor to ceiling bookshelves line one wall. He wasn’t kidding about having a collection of books. His closed MacBook sits on top of a matching desk with a brown leather executive chair pushed in behind it. All in all, it’s a very neat space and somewhat unexpected for a college guy his age. And no half naked posters of women either. I was sure he’d have at least one.
He sits on the edge of the bed. “What kind of porn will it be? Amateur? Anal?”
Grabbing the pillow next to me, I smash it against his back. “I’m not watching porn with you.”
“Tonight? Or do you mean ever? Because I think I’d like watching some with you. It could be hot.”
“Tonight… ever.”
“Which one is it?”
“Grrr, you’re so aggravating. You know what I mean.”
He laughs, “I like firing you up, Red. You’re cute when you’re annoyed.” He lies down beside me, stretching his long legs out and places one hand on the pillow behind his head. “No preference on what we watch? How about a little World Class Wrestling?”
“Meh, whatever you want. I might fall asleep now that you fed me.” I rub my hand over my stomach.
“Is that what happens when you eat?”
“Pretty much.”
“Remind me not to cook for you ever again.”
I giggle. “No way. That pizza was delicious.”
He places the remote on his nightstand and rolls over to face me. “Come here.” Reaching out, his hand lands on my left hip, sliding me closer until my side meets the front of his body. “There, much better. You were too far away.”
Leaning on his elbow, he stares down at me, his eyes slowly skimming over my facial features as if he has all the time in the world. I try not to squirm under his close scrutiny.
“I just want you to know I’m so happy you’re here with me.” He sweeps my hair from my forehead and then caresses the back of his fingers down my cheek. “I’ve never been in love before, never even been close to it. I’m not sure what love is supposed to feel like.”
He takes my hand, his fingertips trace over my skin causing a chill to engulf me, my downy arm hair rises from his touch. It’s been like this with us from the moment we met. My heart may not have been on the same page as my body, but I’m glad it caught up.
“Does being in love with someone mean your chest aches from all the feelings building up inside you? Does being in love mean your heart is an impossibly fast drumbeat thundering in your chest whenever the person you care about is around?” His fingertips continue to skim over my hand making me buzz with anticipation while his words hug my heart. “Does being in love mean that special someone is on your mind every minute of every day? And you find yourself smiling whenever you think of them. They’re your first thought when you wake up and the last one before you drift off to sleep.” He releases my hand and his fingers ghost over the curve of my brow. “Does being in love mean that you lie in your bed and fantasize about having them with you, and when they finally are you’re afraid to do anything that might ruin the moment?” He cups my cheek in his palm. His blue eyes are so earnest it brings a lump to my throat.
“If being in love is all of these things I’ve mentioned, then I’m in love with you, Grace Duffy. I’m hopelessly fucking in love with you.”
Oh my God. He is? I wrap my left leg over his r
ight hip, driving him to his back. Straddling his lean hips, I lean forward until my hair is a straight red curtain around our faces. “Trevor Lincoln, I love you. I’m hopelessly fucking in love with you.”
He grins up at me, his straight teeth a flash on his handsome face. “You are? I mean, I knew you were. How could you not be?”
“Now that we got that out of the way how about my boyfriend, who I love, shows me with his hot body how much he loves me back?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Trevor
Jesus, please don’t let her be joking. I’ll be a better person from now on, I swear. Wrapping my arms around her, I roll until she’s underneath me. Her eyes look enormous in her petite face.
“Wow, that was quick,” she references our change of positions.
I smile. “That’s the only thing that’s going to be fast about what I have planned for you, Red. I’ve had a lot of time to devise my plan.”
“Do what you want with me. But I think it’s only fair to warn you, my expectations are ridiculously high.”
“You should know by now I like a challenge, and I pride myself on surpassing other people’s expectations.” Leaning down, I meld our lips together as our hands explore. Hers trace over my arms and shoulders while my fingers undo the tiny buttons down the front of her shirt. As the final button is freed, I tear my lips from hers and breathlessly watch as I part the material.
Time slows as each inch of her unblemished skin is revealed. I pause at the sight of her round tits cradled in a light blue lace bra. Her dusky rose nipples tease me through the fabric. “You’re fucking perfect.” My whisper is an awe filled husk as my palms travel over her rib cage to cup her tits and my thumbs caress over the taut peaks. Overcome by the need to see her bare, I undo the front clasp, parting the material and feast my eyes on her full breasts. I exhale a shaky sigh, “Goddamn, Red. You’re going to kill me.”
Leaning forward, I catch one of her nipples, sucking it between my lips and teasing the tip with my tongue.
She moans and clutches my head. “Yes.” I move over to the other side, circling the peak with my tongue, before sucking on it. “Mmm.” Her hips buck upward seeking contact. Grinding my cock against her, I continue to focus on her tits.
Her legs wrap around my hips, her heels urge me to grind against her pussy harder. “Please.”
My mouth releases her nipple with a pop. “What do you want, Red? Tell me and I’ll make it happen.” I trail my nose between her breasts, inhaling her sweet scent as I climb higher. Skating kisses from her collarbone, up her neck, I hover over her lips. Eyes heavy with passion, her dark brownish-red lashes create a thick fan hiding the stunning color of her eyes from me.
“Touch me.” Raising her hips once more, Grace lets me know exactly where she wants my fingers.
Sitting back on my heels, I undo the button on her jeans and tug the zipper down slowly as the metal teeth grind in protest. Gripping the waist on each side, I pull them down inch by inch, wiggling the material to remove them faster. Grace lifts her hips aiding me, and the denim slips free. I drop them to the floor. My eyes immediately zoom in on the tiny blue panties, the only article of clothing remaining.
Licking my dry lips, my fingers tingle with anticipation as I wonder what I’ll find underneath the tiny scrap of lace. Does she shave everything? Or does she leave a small tease? Hooking my fingers in both sides I tear her panties down her long legs and throw them over my shoulder. My gaze locks on her well groomed pussy. A tiny triangle of dark red hair points downward, guiding me to her throbbing clit. Gripping the inside of her thighs, I splay her legs wide and lay down on my stomach. She’s a combination of porcelain and pink, all over. My hands slide underneath to cup her ass, raising her to my face. Rubbing the tip of my nose over her engorged clit, I inhale her sweet scent. “Damn Red, you’re so wet and needy for me.”
The tip of my tongue teasingly swipes over her clit before retreating to savor her on my taste buds. Sweet and salty, my favorite combination. My mouth presses to her, eager for more of her juices.
“Yes… please,” she moans. Slowly, I trace over the bundle of nerves, taking my time, but adding a bit more pressure. Back and forth my tongue drags over her smooth pink skin until her fingers bury themselves in my hair, tugging, urging me to move faster. Delving between her lips, I bury my tongue in her pussy. Her warm juices coat my lips and chin and I can’t get enough of her taste, or the texture of her soft lips against my tongue.
Grace pulls on my hair directing me back to her clit, gasping when I suck the flesh between my lips. My tongue repeatedly flicks and taps as I slide two fingers into her. She rocks against my hand as my fingers curl and pump inside.
“Oh…don’t...stop,” she rasps as I drive her higher, chasing her orgasm with everything I’ve got. I want her to come harder than she ever has - make her forget about every sexual experience that came before me. We’re the only thing that matters.
I rake my teeth over her clit as she unravels, a quick inhale of breath precedes a long, slow moan. Her juices spill onto my fingers and I watch enraptured as I wring every bit of orgasm from her trembling body. She exhales and releases my hair, her limbs falling to the mattress limply now that she’s sated.
I slip my fingers from her pussy, sucking them clean before crawling forward to lie between her thighs. My hands cradle her face as I brace my weight on my forearms. I smile down at the satiated expression on her flushed face. My chest fills with pride knowing I’m responsible for it. “We’re just getting started, Red. Can you handle more?”
“I thought I’d lie here and enjoy feeling like a noodle. Maybe take a nap and then we could return to the next round of our sex games.”
I chuckle, “You can still lie there, Red. I’m going to take care of you either way.”
She raises her hips and rubs her slit on my steel-like length and I curse the clothing I’m still wearing. “I’m just kidding. Show me what you got Mr. Tight End.” She wiggles her eyebrows and I laugh.
My head lowers, touching hers for a few beats of my heart. When I raise back up, I lock my eyes with hers. “I want you to know I meant every word I said before. I love you and it’s not conditional. We can hold off on sex, I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
She smiles lovingly. “I know it’s not, but I don’t want to wait. I’m ready for what’s next. You already have my heart.”
“And now I can have your pussy.” I wink. Crawling over her, I slip from the bed and strip my clothes off in record time. Her eyes slowly drink me in from head to toe and back up again, making my blood boil. If I don’t get inside her soon I’m going to explode. Months of attraction, frustration, and sexual deprivation have taken their toll. I’m only so strong.
Stepping over to the nightstand, I open the top drawer to grab a condom, but the brand new, unopened box I purchased last week is gone. And in its place is a piece of paper with a note from Owen written on it.
T,
I.O.U. one box of condoms.
I sink down on the edge of the bed and pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m going to fucking kill him.
Graceful arms wrap around me from behind as Grace presses the front of her body against my back. “What’s wrong?”
I hold up the note so she can read it. She giggles when she’s finished.
I peer over my shoulder at her. “I’m not laughing. I might strangle him in his sleep.”
“Owen?”
I nod. “Who else would take someone’s condoms? That’s fucked up.”
“Have you ever gone without a condom before?” she questions.
“No, never. And I just had a physical for football season. I had the doctor run the full gamut of tests just to be sure everything’s okay.”
“Well, I’m on the pill and I’ve never had unprotected sex.”
Twisting around, I pounce on her. She squeals when I drive her to the mattress like an eager puppy. “Are you saying I can make love to my girl without anything between us?”
“I am—” I swallow the rest of her reply, fastening my mouth to hers. Tongues duel, hips grind, and hands roam as we make up for lost time. Every inch of our skin is touching, and yet we still can’t get close enough.
She cups my face, staring up into my eyes. “I want you.” Fuck. Her sexy words, combined with the passion behind them have my cock leaking pre-cum in her slit as it cradles my length. Drawing my hips back, I guide myself to her opening and press the tip inside. Jesus, she’s tight already.
I catch her hands, raising them to either side of her head. Our fingers lace together and our eyes lock as I slowly push forward. Inch by agonizing inch I slide further, drawing out the torture until I’m buried fully inside her pussy. A guttural groan grinds out from between my clenched teeth. The sensation of being squeezed by her walls is indescribable. I’ve never felt anything that can compare. “You’re incredible,” I husk. My dick’s not the only part involved this time. My chest aches with emotion. It feels full enough to explode, as if all this love can’t be contained in one place.
Grace wraps her legs around my hips and I begin to move, slowly at first. Rocking into her, my lips paint a trail of kisses around her ear as I make love to her for the first time. I grind into her clit with each motion and she moans her approval.
Releasing her hands, I hold onto her shoulders, using them for leverage as I thrust harder and faster. I can’t wait any longer. Hanging on for this long was a test of endurance I never want to repeat. The time for making love is over, now it’s time to fuck. My hands slide down over her tits and lower to grip her hips. Fingertips digging in to her skin, I pull her onto my cock with every thrust forward until my orgasm explodes out of me. My back arches and my hips flex as I come inside Grace. I jerk and twitch through the strongest orgasm of my life and then collapse on top of her.
Fingertips glide up and down my spine as I bury my face in her neck, raggedly inhaling her sweetness as I try to catch my breath. The smell of vanilla will remind me of this moment for the rest of my life.
Raising my head, I brush a kiss over her lips and shake my head. “I don’t even have words for what just happened. That orgasm was so powerful it made me dizzy. I’m not kidding. You made me legless.” She laughs. “You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. That’s some voodoo pussy between your legs.”
