When wrong feels so right

by Mia Ford

  “So, where’s your boyfriend?” I ask, trying to break the tension. “He not here?”

  “As if I have a boyfriend,” she giggles and brushes her hand over my arm. “No, I’m here with my friend, Mandi, but she’s kissing some guy too. I guess it’s just me and you, left all alone tonight.”

  The dress is the devil. It’s bringing the vixen out of her. I’m just one man, a hot blooded male with needs, how am I supposed to behave myself for the sake of everyone else? It really isn’t fair. This girl is so sweet and innocent, she’s the forever girl, not the hook ups type, but my God, if my cock doesn’t get what it wants soon I will explode.

  Walk away, I tell myself. Keep yourself under control, end the conversation and leave. Make this right.

  But I already know that I’m not going to do that. I’m under Leah’s spell now, she has me trapped. I don’t think that I’m going anywhere for a very long time. Even if… especially if it means trouble.

  “So, since we’re alone,” I say in a much too flirty tone. “What do you want to do with ourselves?”

  Chapter Seven – Leah

  I know that I’m supposed to be keeping away from Zane tonight, I know that, so why the hell can’t I? Why am I standing here, talking to him, flirting with him, in a way that I haven’t done before? Yes, I’ve had one cup of beer that’s maybe loosened up my tongue a bit, but it hasn’t made me drunk. Just happy.

  I’ll be honest, the moment that Zane came over here with that lustful look in his eyes, I knew that I was in trouble and that sensation has only gotten worse. Now, I’m in too deep. I’m utterly stuck in this mess.

  “Maybe we should just stand around here and chat…?” I say playfully with a half shrug. “Or maybe we should get away from all this loved up madness and we should go somewhere a little… quieter?”

  Did I just say that? What is happening with me? I know the dress has given me confidence, and the booze too, but it’s like I’m a different version of myself. A sexy goddess who’s more than up for some fun. Actually, for one night only, I like this version of me. It feels good to be bold and different, it feels amazing to have Zane’s attention. It might not be the wisest move ever made, but Mandi doesn’t care about being smart, she’s having fun. So are all the other people here. It’s time for me to join the throes and just enjoy myself. Even if that means making a dumb choice. Zane isn’t the happy ever after type, he’s the one night stand type, but maybe that’s what I need just to get him out of my system. Or maybe I’ll be that one girl who changes him…

  “I like your second idea,” Zane replies decisively. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  As we move, Zane slips his hand into mine as if he doesn’t care who sees us. The fact that he isn’t trying to hide me, despite the fact that Brandon’s here, thrills me as much as the electricity that he has racing through my system. The feel of his skin on mine is intense. I love it, I never want it to end. Of course, I am nervous about my brother seeing us, but the excitement of being this way with Zane completely overshadows that.

  He walks towards the stairs, which admittedly surprises me. I guess I thought that we might go outside to get some fresh air and chat, but I suppose he’s right. There will be loads of others out there with the same idea. Upstairs means bedrooms which is privacy but it’s also… well, it’s also all my fantasies come to life.

  That idea is almost overwhelming. Almost. Luckily, I’ve thought about hooking up with Zane so many times that it’s almost like this isn’t the first time. This is just another day, just another time for us to potentially have sex… oh God, there’s a buzzing in my panties. I feel like I might just fall apart here.

  It’s okay, I convince myself with some deep breaths. This is Zane. He’s a good guy, he knows what he’s doing.

  “You know, I cannot remember the last time I saw your bedroom,” he comments idly while squeezing my fingers. “You always have the door closed when I go past. Is it still pink and decorated with teddy bears?”

  “Oh haha,” I shoot back sarcastically. “Wasn’t that when I was about four years old? Are you telling me that you were cool back then? Did you have it decorated with motorbikes, or something?”

  Zane doesn’t answer me. Instead he spins me around, tucking me under his arm then he presses my back against the wall. Danger is everywhere, I can almost feel all eyes upon us, my heart thunders against my rib cage with expectation… but I can’t look anywhere but at him. He’s luring me in with those gorgeous eyes.

  “I have always wanted to kiss you,” he murmurs while tucking his free finger under my chin. My entire body screams out to him, I can barely hold it together. “I don’t know why I haven’t done it before.”

  There are so many reasons, the logical side of me knows that, but right now my brain is absolutely blank. It’s almost as if I don’t have any logic at all, and I’m nothing but sensations. Every fiber within me is screaming out for me to get my first ever kiss from this amazing boy and that’s all I can think about. I have butterflies the size of giant eagles flapping away inside of me, sending me absolutely wild. This moment should be happening, the reason that I can’t forget about Zane is because it’s always been him. He should be my first everything.

  He dips his head, bringing his lips towards me tantalizingly slowly. All I want to do is raise myself up onto my tiptoes to meet him half way, but I can’t. I’m frozen in a fearful, excited anticipation. I count my heart beats, just to stop my legs from collapsing underneath me, just to keep me standing up so I get this kiss.

  One, two… three, four… five, six…

  And then his lips crash into mine and a flurry of fireworks explode within me. What I thought was butterflies is actually rocket launchers. I’m so glad I’m against the wall because I have something to keep myself up. Zane’s lips feel amazing, and his warm tongue that has started darting between my lips is phenomenal. I’m on fire.

  All of a sudden, an inadvertent moan escapes my throat and makes it all the way past my lips, revealing just how excited I am by all of this. I should be embarrassed about that, but Zane grabs me tighter to him, making it okay. He’s the only person that I could feel this comfortable with. I don’t know where I’d be with anyone else.

  “Shall we go into your room?” he eventually mutters into my mouth. “Get some… privacy?”

  Judging by the way that his hands rub up and down my sides, feeling every inch of my curves, I know what he means by that. Zane is giving me a choice and to be honest I already know what my answer will be. This is something that I’ve wanted forever, so I nod willingly and I allow his arms to wrap around my waist.

  We crash through my bedroom door and as it slams behind me everything changes. There’s no thought anymore, it’s all just feelings. Zane peels off my clothes rapidly, my flushed skin becomes revealed to him, and as it does I see Zane’s eyes pop with a happy surprise. It doesn’t seem to matter that he’s probably seen hundreds of other girls naked, loads of them certainly hotter and more attractive here, right now he really wants to be with me. As I spot that lust behind his gaze I find myself leaning closer to him, falling for him harder.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he groans while pulling off his own top. “I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.”

  Once we’re both more naked than we’ve ever been around one another before, we tumble onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. With Zane’s muscular body wrapped around mine, I feel more right than I’ve ever done before. This is exactly where I want to be right now, Zane is the perfect person to be in this moment with.

  I loop my arms around Zane’s neck as he runs kisses over my cheeks and neck. His fingers trail over my hips, my abdomen, the tops of my thighs… I shudder under the power of it all. Then, eventually his fingers nudge my legs further apart and I feel his velvety finger run along my slit. It’s soaking wet, he has me burning for him, I barely even know what’s happening anymore. As Zane touches me, my hips buck towards him and I roll, pressing myself into him. I want hi
m, I feel like I might die if I can’t have him, and I don’t care how desperate I seem.

  “Are you sure about this?” Zane mutters, allowing his breath to tickle over my throat.

  “Oh, I’m sure.” I know for sure, there isn’t one scrap of doubt in my mind. “I’m really sure.”

  With that, Zane tantalizingly pushes one finger inside of me before he pulls back and leans up onto his knees. I run my eyes up and down his muscular body, drinking in every delicious inch of him. He’s utterly amazing, the best looking guy on the entire planet. I’m gripped with the powerful sensation that I want to make him mine. I want to wrap my body around him, cling to him, and hold onto him forever more. I don’t know if I can leave this at just a one night stand anymore, I want it to be something real. It’s dumb, but I can’t help myself.

  Zane pulls a condom out of his pocket and he peels it from the packet. With his eyes fixed on mine, I shudder under the power of his look. Then he slowly moves his hand down his body and he rolls it down over his cock. My eyes widen in shock as I look at his erection, it’s much bigger than I imagined in my mind. I don’t know what I’m going to do with it… or more, what it’s going to do to me… It’s a thought that’s almost overwhelming.

  “Can I touch you?” I find myself asking in a small and shy voice. “Can I feel you?”

  Zane pauses. His whole body freezes. I can tell that this question has caused him pause for thought. “Is this your first time?” he asks me cautiously, almost nervously. “Have you never… been with someone before?”

  I bite down on my bottom lip, avert my eyes, and shake my head. I wonder if this will kill the mood. Maybe Zane doesn’t want to be with a virgin, maybe it’s unattractive to even think about going near someone who hasn’t had sex before. Maybe he’s about to put an end to this magical moment, and we’ll be forced to go our separate ways. I can’t drag my eyes up, I can feel a humiliation burning right through my entire body.

  “Okay.” Zane eventually leans down and he kisses me gently. “I better be careful then.”

  Oh wow. I feel him teasing my entrance, unexpectedly begging to come inside. All I want to do is have that, I’m just shocked for a moment that he’s still here, he still wants to be with me. He must care about me, he must want more from me, this might be the start of something truly wonderful.

  I automatically wrap my legs around Zane’s back, forgetting my desire to touch his cock with my hands now. He’s so deliciously close, I just want to feel him everywhere. I just want him inside of me.

  “I want you,” I whisper to him in a way that I hope is sexy. “I want this.”

  Zane groans as if my words have caused him physical pain and he rests his forehead against mine. We stare into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, sharing what feels like a loving look, all the while my breaths start to fall out of my mouth in a more desperate and ragged manner. Zane is teasing me, he’s making me wait, and the sensation is killing me. I try to push my hips towards him, inviting him in, but he has complete control over my body. Zane Morris is controlling me, and my God I’m happy to give him every scrap of the power, especially when it feels this damn good. Zane is everything, he’s so much more than I thought he would be.

  And then… it happens, he fills me up in one amazing and shocking moment, and my entire world changes.

  Chapter Eight – Zane

  I thrust slowly into Leah at first, not wanting to cause her any physical pain. This is a brand new experience for me, I haven’t ever been with a virgin before. Even when I lost my own virginity, it was to an older woman who had a lot more experience. A cougar, she would probably be referred to as these days. After that one experience, all the girls I’ve been with have been fast and lose, willing to dive into bed with anyone.

  But Leah… Leah is special. I should be turning my back on her, not just because this is the first time for her, but because of all the reasons that I’ve given myself before. Those reasons are in the back of my mind the entire time, I’m acutely aware of each and every one of them, but my lust is too intense. It overshadows everything.

  “That feels okay,” Leah reassures me as her eyes close with desire. To be honest, I much prefer it when she’s looking at me but she’s got such a peaceful expression on her face that it’s just as nice. “It feels good.”

  She begins to buck her hips towards me, encouraging me in deeper. The further I slide into her, the louder the groan that flies out of my mouth is. She’s so tight, so wet, she feels so fucking good. I didn’t know that it was possible for sex to feel this way. It’s more of a spiritual connection than purely a physical one.

  “Are you okay?” I pant desperately as I rise myself up onto my arms. “Does this feel alright?”

  I’m so concerned about her, so worried about how it feels for Leah. I don’t think I’ve ever been like that before. Usually it’s all about me. I get my pleasure, and then I’m gone. With Leah, I actually care. I don’t want to spend much time wondering what that means. The answer might scare the living hell out of me.

  “Oh, Zane,” she moans in the sexiest fucking sound that I’ve ever heard. “It feels wonderful.”

  I start to lose my head the more I thrust, Leah absolutely consumes me. I can’t take my eyes off her the entire time. Even when there’s a slight urge for me to close my eyes, I don’t. I want to watch Leah going through all the emotions that she’s experiencing, and it’s written all over her. She’s in sheer heaven.

  Finally, I feel Leah’s entire body tense up. She grips tightly onto me, clinging to me as if she isn’t quite sure what this feeling is. I can’t keep the pleased smile from my face as I move. I focus entirely on her body, ignoring everything that I’m feeling. When she moans, I respond accordingly, when she winces, I slow things down, and it isn’t long before a deep and powerful shudder runs right through her entire body.

  “Oh fuck,” she yells, maybe a little too loudly. The whole house can probably hear! “Oh, fucking hell, Zane.”

  I hold her tightly as the orgasm shudders through her, I cling to her and let her thrash and writhe against me. Leah feels everything wholly, I can tell that her body is racing through a whole bunch of sensations, I just hope that all of them feel good for her. I hope that she likes it. I want Leah to really enjoy this experience.

  As her walls clamp around me, I can’t keep the orgasm in any longer. It bursts free from me, like an explosion, and seemingly sensing what was going on with me, Leah crashes her mouth into mine and she kisses me hard to swallow up my yells. That builds our bond even deeper, I can feel things wrapping and holding us together. It’s deeper than anything that’s come before, and it scares me… but it scares me in a good way.

  “Oh God,” I moan into Leah’s chest as we cling to one another, panting desperately while we explore the post coital bliss. It’s warm and inviting, I love it. “That was something else. Amazing. How was it for you?”

  She doesn’t answer me for a few moments, which freaks me out. I snap my head up to look at her, but I instantly spot her glazed over eyes. She looks like she barely even knows where she is. It’s a gorgeous expression, I wish I could grab my cell phone and snap a picture of her, but there’s no guarantee that Brandon wouldn’t see it. I really can’t let Brandon know that this happened or he will absolutely wring my neck.

  “Much as this feels amazing,” I say while an ice cold snake of doubt starts to creep through my veins. “I think we better get dressed and get back to the party before anyone gets suspicious. Don’t you think?”

  “Oh, right.” Leah blinks a few times. “Yeah, I suppose your right. We don’t want to get caught.” But before she makes a move, she grabs me and kisses me hard on the mouth. “And that was amazing, thank you.”

  We get dressed in silence, but we keep darting each other little playful glances as we do. Looking at Leah now, my heart keeps skipping beats as I realize how much I like her. She isn’t like the others, she’s more. I know her, I’ve known her for years, there’s somethin
g deep between her. I guess I just never realized how chemical our connection was before. It’s off the scale, it’s magnetizing me, I really do want to know more.

  “Shall we get another drink when we get downstairs?” I ask Leah, not ready to give up her company just yet.

  “Oh…” She looks shocked. I don’t blame her. Much as I know Leah, she knows me too, and that includes my reputation. “Yes, that’s awesome. I would love to get a drink with you.”

  She stands in her underwear, cocking her head to one side with the prettiest smile that I’ve ever seen playing on her lips. It takes everything that I have not to wrap my arms around her and to throw her onto the bed again. If anything about this situation was different, I would do just that. But we have other people to think about.

  I break the eye contact and continue to get dressed, all the while smirking to myself with glee. This feels good, this sensation is awesome, I don’t want it to end. Of course, that’s scary, but I’ll get to that later.

  Once we’re dressed, Leah peeks her head out the door, and she nods for me to follow her. As we walk out into public again, we giggle like crazy teenagers… which I suppose we are. It’s almost as if we’re surrounded by a heady lust that must be obvious to absolutely everyone. As we walk down the stairs, I can see that nothing has really changed, the room still looks exactly the same, even if everything has changed for me and Leah.

  “I think I’ll go and make my presence known to Mandi,” Leah leans and whispers to me, sharing a taboo secret. “Not that she looks concerned about where I am, but I better go and check in.”