by Marie Cole
In an instant his cold, angry demeanor fell and his hand was on my cheek. His skin was warm and my eyes fluttered closed. His lips pressed to mine and my body nearly melted. I accepted the kiss, having missed him so much these past few months. But reality crept back in and I pushed against his chest. I heard him groan softly as he pulled himself away. "That's not, I mean, that's not what I meant," I whispered. I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince, him or myself.
"Isn't it?" His raspy, sex-coated voice vibrated through my already aroused body.
I closed my eyes tightly. Keep it together, Elly. When I opened my eyes I saw him smirking at me and felt my cheeks flair. "So you've reconsidered on the friends with benefits thing?" He shrugged his shoulders and tried to press his lips to mine but I held him back. "Kent, I thought you were ready to talk."
He shook his head and tried once more to kiss me. And once more I pushed him back. He was going to muddle my mind and make me a blabbering mess. And we still needed to talk. I'd made up my mind that I wanted him in my life. And I wanted to know if he still felt the same.
"Come on, Elly. My lips have missed yours. My hands have missed touching you. We can talk later. After."
"After what?" My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I anxiously waited for his answer.
"After we have makeup sex. Lots and lots of makeup sex."
"But we didn't even really fight."
"Are you sure?" he asked. I was trying really hard to keep my brain working. Was I sure? Yes, I thought so. I nodded. "I was sure you called me a self-absorbed asshat." I felt my brow fall downwards. "No?" he asked. I shook my head. "You should have, because I was. I'm sorry. Can we make up now?"
As soon as his lips met my neck my defenses were weakened. "No." I managed to get it out and he pulled away, a look of hurt on his face.
"No?" He sighed and let me go, stepping back. "I'll have to make it up to you another way then." It took him all of three seconds to pick me up and carry me to his bed. Once he had me laid down he lifted up my maternity dress and pulled down my panties. I looked down at him as he put a possessive hand over my stomach, his face moving towards my center. I tried to press my knees together but he was already between them.
"Kent... Our moms are downstairs..." He slipped a finger slowly inside of me and I gasped as he discovered how wet I already was for him.
"Jesus, Elly," he almost sounded pained. He sucked my juices off his finger. "You sure you don't want that makeup sex? Your body is telling me something different than your mouth is."
I couldn't say anything. His words were literally teasing me, his breath hot on my center. I was going to come right there if he didn't move and soon. He slipped his finger inside again. I felt his eyes staring at me, watching as I arched my back and bit my lower lip so I wouldn't make noise again.
"That didn't sound as good. Did I do it wrong?" I gasped as he inserted another finger, stretching me out. The fact that his fingers were so slick and warm was driving me batty. I was panting softly, trying to contain myself.
"Please," I whispered.
"Please what, Els?" He moved his fingers very slowly in and out of me. I bit my lower lip hard and shook my head. I wasn't going to say it. "Faster?" He moved them faster. "Harder?" It vaguely occurred to me that he was repeating what I'd told him that morning we'd had sex in the shower. He finger fucked me until I came which followed shortly after his teeth nipped my inner thigh.
I rolled over and he spooned me, his arm around my waist, his erection pressed against my lower back. But he didn't push me, didn't force me to do anything to him. He was by far the most selfless lover I'd ever had. And I hoped that it would remain that way for as long as we could make it work between us.
"Kent?"
"Mmm?" He sounded tired, sleepy. Relieved maybe.
"Say my name." And he did. Over and over again, later that night when we'd gone back to his apartment to celebrate the newest charm on my bracelet--a tiny engagement ring.
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Lucky Bastard
Preview
Neil
I heard her before I saw her. There was a female sitting on the steps in the back stairwell. I considered how best to comfort the damsel in distress when I recognized the blonde hair and the legs that went on for miles. Fuck. Why would she be crying? I'd known Claire for years and I'd never seen her cry.
I sat down next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, "I thought Saturday was the best day of the week." I smiled at her just in case she looked up, she didn't. She stilled and stopped sobbing next to me, as if hoping that maybe I was a figment of her imagination. That made me smile wider. She was so damned cute. I bumped my shoulder against hers gently, which sent tiny sparks through my body. "You can't just cover your face until I go away, what's going on?" I looked her over and noticed a trickle of blood going down both her knees.
She sniffled softly and lifted her face from her hands. Her right cheek had some blood on it from her scraped up hand. She glanced at me quickly before looking down at her knees. She pulled her skirt down to cover her knees. "Nothing, I just... I just scraped my hand and my knees..." I knew her long enough to know she wasn't one to cry over a little scrape. I also knew she probably wasn't going to open up and tell me what the crying was really all about. I wanted to hold her and comfort her so I scooped her up into my arms, she felt weightless and made a tiny noise of surprise. Her body fit snugly against my chest as if she belonged there.
"So you were on your way home, scraped your knee and couldn't take the pain so you sat down and cried? That doesn't sound right..." I looked at her face, her nose was a little pink from the crying. She wouldn't meet my gaze.
"I'm PMSing."
I busted a laugh. She wasn't about to scare me off by mentioning the mysterious girl thing. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I snapped my eyes forward, it the most sober touching she'd ever given me and I'd be damned if it didn't send jolts through me and right to my dick, which was quickly waking up.
I snuck a glance at her, she was batting her long lashes at me. "Uh
-huh." I wasn't going to press the issue at hand but she had to know I didn't believe her PMS story. She sighed and looked at my chest, I flexed it. I was very proud of my muscles, I worked hard in the gym to get them. I hoped she was enjoying them. I shook my head a little to clear my thoughts.
"I'm having boy problems." She looked so sad and defeated.
"Did the bowsie turn you down?" I frowned at her, if that idiot turned down Claire he was a fucking idiot. She snapped her head in my direction at my strange terminology. I laughed at her, "Bowsie--it's a good for nothing. Sorry for my Irish slang." Her beautiful sapphire eyes looked over my face and I found myself smiling in spite of myself.
She puckered her lips as she tried out the new term. It was all I had in me to keep walking and not shove her against the nearest wall. She needed comfort, not a lay. "The bowsie...didn't turn me down he just..." She stopped, took a breath and changed the subject, "Where were you headed before I derailed you?" I was carrying her across campus towards the medical center and I saw the building up ahead.
"I was just going back to my room to change so I could go out for a run. Nothing that can't wait." I opened the door and walked inside with her. I set her down on the waiting room chair and then checked her in. I sat down beside her as we waited for her name to be called. She was staring at her hand which was still bleeding pretty badly.
"Are you dating anyone?" She looked up at me and I tried to stay in my seat. Claire had been trying to set me up with girls since middle school. I always told her I didn't need help in the girl department but she never seemed to listen. I might have been interested had she ever decided she was ready to date...but then she was now, wasn't she? She wanted to attract some wanker's attention.
"Yes, I take girls out sometimes." I smiled a little as I watched her. I was going to take Claire out. Why should I have to sit back and wait for the bowsie boy to fuck up? I'd throw my hat into the ring, no competition and I'd finally get to bang Claire out of my system. She sat back and lifted her eyes to mine.
"Oh? Who?" I answered her, throwing a couple names out and then a few more. I did go on dates, I just didn't do serious relationships, there was a difference.
"And you're not serious with any of them? Or want to be serious with any of them?" She was still staring at me. Fuck. It was time to lay it out there, not that I was going to hide anything, I never did. The ladies always knew what they were getting into with me.
"Being serious in college seems," I chose my word carefully, "...silly." Her eyes widened a little as I shrugged my shoulders but her slender shoulders shrugged right back.
"Practice for when you find the right woman?" I gazed straight into her eyes, I didn't want her to miss my response.
"We're children of the gods. No one's plan is to settle down and be ordinary. So why act like it?" She dropped her gaze to her hands again. I wasn't really sure why she would talk about such things other than the fact that her father is who he is. The only reason to do anything in this life was to be the best. Love made you weak.
"Maybe someone's plan is to settle down and be ordinary... if they could." She looked so vulnerable I couldn't help but lean towards her and brush her cheek with my thumb. I felt this weird need to protect her and keep her safe.
"Definitely not your plan. You're far from ordinary, love." I heard my voice soften. She looked at me and rolled her eyes, causing the tightness in my pants to ease.
"I'm not going to swoon over you like all the other girls, Neil." God the way she said my name made my pants tighten, again. I laughed off her rejection of my charms.
"Gotta try anyway." I gave her the smile that did make the girls swoon but it never seemed to work on her.
"No you don't. You can have, and probably have had, any other girl on campus that you want." Almost, I thought. I hadn't had Claire.
"I don't –have- anyone. I date women, we enjoy each other's company. There's nothing about it worthy of contempt. It is natural to connect with people while we can." I flashed her another Neil-special.
"You 'enjoy each other's company,' that's all?" She gave me a knowing look, alluding to sex. I chuckled.
"Depends on the woman and our relationship, but there's nothing wrong with that either." She looked back to her hands again.
"I'm no one to judge your lifestyle. I just wondered if you'd found someone to love yet, that's all."
"No, I haven't." I shook my head slowly. And I didn't think I ever would. Love was stupid and it crippled you.
"If you don't love anything there is nothing to fight for, ...or something." She smiled softly and shrugged again.
"I'll go have a look and see where the nurse is." As I walked towards the nurses station I clenched my jaw tightly. This plan was never going to work. Claire wasn't going to let me fuck her unless she thought I was in love with her. And I was not the kind of guy to deceive a woman that way.
Claire's voice stopped me, "...Neil?"
I turned around and pasted my smile back on, "Yeah?" I noticed her clenching her fists tightly as she stood up and quickly approached me. I didn't have time to think or react before her hands were on my cheeks, her luscious chest imprinting itself against me, her lips were pressed against mine. I kissed her back properly and nuzzled her nose with mine when she pulled away a few seconds later. "I was coming right back," I said with a soft, gravelly voice.
She took another step back, putting distance between us. It was a good thing, I was seconds away from kissing her again. She gently scratched at the back of her head and shrugged her shoulders, "Sorry."
"You should never be sorry for a kiss." I stepped in closer and put a hand on her hip. "I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." I turned away before I did something inappropriate.
The nurse bandaged Claire up while I was in the bathroom wiping Claire's blood from my cheek. My lips still felt heated from hers. There was something about her that made me want more, so much more. She came out from the exam room and I stood up and met her halfway. "Thanks," she said softly, "for bringing me here and keeping me company. I hope you h-have a good run."
I stepped closer to her and gently brushed a stray lock of her hair off her shoulder. "Going to kiss and run then?"
Her pink tongue came out to lick her lips and I restrained a groan. I wanted to do that. "What else should I do? I really jumped the gun, didn't I? The first kiss should be a goodbye kiss...like after dinner or something?" I smiled, so she was asking me out. I wasn't one to pass by an opportunity.
"Dinner tonight then. I'll pick you up at seven." I brushed her cheek with my thumb, it was as soft as it looked and walked away.
"Wh...wait, what?" She was flabbergasted, still dazed from our kiss, no doubt. I winked at her over my shoulder.
"Can't wait." As I pushed open the door of the exit I heard her call out to me.
"It's not a date!!"
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