by M. Mabie
Then I felt his radiating heat, his breath on my neck, and my heart touched my insides, both front and back.
“Where are we doing this?” He sounded much cooler than the heat pouring off him felt. His hand reached around my middle and pulled me back into him. “You were right. My body wants your body. Do you feel that?” he asked as he dipped to grind his hips into my backside. “Take your clothes off.”
There was no sweetness to the request. No tenderness in the sentiment. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, I saw a chair to my right and I went to it, pulling away from his touch. I didn't say a word, automatically doing as I was instructed.
Something about it felt fair. Felt right. I didn't deserve his kindness. I was a cheater. I was a liar. I was a bitch who called someone a friend to be spiteful.
I undressed and I'd never felt more naked—more exposed—despite being cloaked in darkness where he couldn't observe my body. I could barely see his naked form and he loomed like a brooding statue. He wasn't moving, and I couldn't even tell if he was watching me. I could only see his flesh in contrast to the pitch black in my hotel room.
“The ring, too.” Systematically, I slid it off and it made a tinkling sound as the metal hit the top of the table next to the chair. He reacted to the sound like a runner would a starting block at a race. The second my ears registered it, I felt him. His bare skin against mine. I was malleable. He was solid and unyielding. His thighs hit me in the ass and they felt as hard as stone.
His hands found my hips and walked me forward until my knees hit the bed. Casey leaned in closer and said, “This is what you wanted, Blake. This is anatomical.” He turned me around then pressed me forward until my hands came out in front of me to steady myself on the bed.
“So that's what you're getting from me. This is only my body.” His hand again wrapped around my middle and cupped my sex. After rubbing back and forth over my tender, hypersensitive skin he said, “I suppose this is what you wanted, you're already so wet.”
I hadn't paid any attention. Was I really aroused? For the past ten minutes I'd been held hostage by my screaming mind, I didn't even notice how his behavior was affecting me physically.
Just as he slipped a finger between my slick skin, I panted his name, “Casey?” He must have heard the alarm in my voice, too, because he eased up the pressure and stilled his hand.
“Yes,” he said evenly.
“Are you angry with me? I don't want to do this when you're mad. I don't know you that well. I know we've met, hell we've already had sex. We send each other messages, but I'm a little scared.”
“You're scared? Of what?” he asked. His voice was still level and calm but it didn't sound as sharp as it had.
I admitted. “You. This. Do you want to hurt me? I don't know you like this.”
Before he spoke, he took a deep breath as if to collect himself. “I don't know me like this either.” His hand moved smooth strokes over my skin, in a more sensual way. “You drive me crazy,” he said as he stood me up and turned me back around, his other hand never pausing, gently kneading my breast.
Being face to face, I felt compelled to reach out for him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and reeled him in closer to me.
“You give off mixed signals. I'm always trying to read you,” he admitted. He sounded as frustrated as I was.
Heat spread to my outer limbs as a building need grew inside me. I didn't say anything.
He continued, “But see, I guess you like this too.” He kissed my collarbone and sucked. “You call me a friend, then invite me up for more than friendly activities. You act like you only want something physical from me, yet when I don't speak to you and hide myself from you, you become submissive and turned on.”
His mouth continued lower until he was kneeling in from of me, gripping my breast and softly biting at my nipple with hooded teeth. “Now, when I dial it back and touch you like I've been dreaming about, you practically melt in my hand,” he said.
Both of my hands found his head and I ran my fingers through his curly hair and onto his scorching shoulders.
His voice had softened, but it was still laced with turmoil when he said, “I only want to give you what you want. You just have to tell me what that is.” His mouth kissed my hipbone. Then Casey drew a deep breath through his nose. “You smell so fucking good.”
Oh my God. I felt equal parts uncomfortable and worshiped at the same time. No one had ever shamelessly, and very obviously, inhaled me so, so intimately.
He slid a finger back into me, and pressed his tongue right over my clit, applying a masterful amount of pressure to it as his touch languidly relished me. “You taste so good, too.”
My knees went weak and I held onto him. I felt them beginning to quake every so often from the nerves in my thighs short-circuiting from pleasure.
“So, Blake. What's it gonna be? Just my body?” He stopped everything abruptly, but I felt like I still might go off, if only he would blow across my incendiary flesh. That's all I needed to tip these sensations over the edge.
“Or do you want other parts of me, too. The me parts. The Casey parts. It's up to you, honeybee.”
I didn't want to answer. Admitting things to him felt like a trap. One that I'd set for myself.
“I don't deserve all of those parts,” I said out of breath. “It's not fair.”
Casey's mouth pecked light kisses over me and then he gripped my hips on either side, lifting me onto the tall king-sized bed.
“It's fair if you really want them,” he said as he bent down and spread my legs. I leaned back on my elbows, initially, but since I couldn't see him I let my head fall back and hang.
“I don't know what I want,” I confessed.
An “mmm” sound came low and throaty from the man between my legs who was acting more and more like the Casey I knew. The Casey I'd started feeling something real for, even if I didn't know what that something was.
Between his seductive cajolery he spoke against me, “It's not the best possible answer for me, but I think that it's the truth. So, let’s start small. Short-term.” He braced himself over me and his face hovered close to mine. My legs spread open around him, desperate to surround his hips and pull him closer to me.
“What do you want from me this very second?” he asked.
“A kiss,” I said, repeating his initial request in Chicago. We'd only kissed briefly in the bar, and I was aching to feel his lips on mine.
“I like that answer. I want that, too.” Then he kissed me deeply. My toes curled from that kiss. Then he pulled away and continued, “And what else do you want from me right now? And don't say I don't know. It shuts me out. And if you do, I'll shut you out, too.”
I needed a quick answer, so I said, “Touch me.”
He chuckled at my cursory reply and tsked, “You can do better than that, college girl. Try more than a two word sentence. Tell me what you want.”
I wanted it all.
Friday, October 10, 2008
I WANT ALL OF her.
It altogether pissed me off when she said we we're only anatomical. I felt it deep in my gut, anatomically sick.
She racked my brain. We had messaged and talked on the phone. Would someone who basically had no guarantee of any physical gratification spend all of that time on the fucking phone?
No. Not any sane man anyway. And there I was on top of this beautiful woman, simply begging me to be physical with her. I was clearly thinking like a lunatic.
Don't get me wrong. It was about to get physical, but when she dissected the emotional part from whatever this was, it stung. Even when I gave her what she was asking for—just my body—she still reacted. And fuck if that hadn’t turned me on. I wanted her to get mad. Protest. Argue. But she didn't. She merely adjusted herself accordingly.
I wondered if I'd ever know that girl.
It was so damn dim and I would have given anything to turn on the light. To see her. To watch her.
She pulled he
rself up, using the stability of my arm, which also was holding my weight. So I shifted to the side, following her lead. Taking my hand and running it over her stomach she begged, “Please, touch me here.” Her hand was warm and it slid atop mine as I took over, granting her a request that weakened me.
“Please, Casey,” she asked again, even though I was already palming her wet pussy.
I had to swallow whatever the hell the feeling was that tried to claw its way up my throat. Almost in a whisper, I said, “See that wasn't hard now was it, honeybee? What else?”
Her legs were still dangling off the high-top mattress, so she couldn't get enough leverage to lift into my hand like she wanted it. To say it wasn't gratifying making her try so hard and ask for it would have been a major fucking lie. And at the moment, she was loving every second.
My fingers steadily increased their pace and my mouth found her breast. I played gently with it and then decided to see if I could push her, make her even more frantic for me. Remembering how much it turned her on when I was being cooler and rougher I wondered if she'd like a little naughty along with her nice.
Maybe that was what she really wanted all along. I could give her that. Hopefully the prick who bought her the ring wasn't doing it for her. Maybe he couldn't satisfy her.
Maybe, Betty liked trouble and that. Whatever it was that I just did. I cataloged that piece of information under: “Honeybee Likes” in my mind. Maybe I knew more about her than I'd thought.
I kissed her perfect nipple and then bit it as I went from one to three fingers and rubbed the inside of her like it was a Jeanie’s lamp. I heard the climax build as her heavy breathing and ahhhs escalated. Her hands latched onto me and her dull finger tips burrowed into my skin. In that moment I was a little relieved that she had onychophagia.
“Yes. There. God.” She panted and I felt the inside of her milk my hand, trying to grab her orgasm and hold onto it. My body—the delivery vehicle. Best job ever.
As her grip weakened, I slid down her, placing my knees on the floor. My hands never left her and as she came down from her come-high, I paired her soaked pussy with my mouth. And it tasted like she'd sounded a few seconds ago. All sex and desire. She was just as sweet as I remembered. Maybe more.
I couldn't fight the urge anymore and reached for the switch on the bedside table next to me. The light was dim, but still shocking in comparison to the darkness, which her eyes were adjusted to. I blinked a few times, trying to bring my focus back and when the haze cleared, I would have sworn she was a mirage.
Creamy flushed skin, legs spread for me, her center glistening from her release and the pinkest nose I'd ever seen. I wanted her to come in my mouth before I took her, but I had to taste her lips first. Seeing the look of ecstasy on her face was all it took. I climbed up the bed on my knees, as fast as I could, and grabbed her face with both hands and dove in.
When I finally pulled away she said, “You wanted a kiss, too.”
“That's not all I want.” I picked her up with one arm and dragged her up the bed so she was almost sitting up on the over-sized pillows against the headboard.
Then I returned to my previous mission.
She smiled and ran a lazy hand through my hair. I winked at her and smiled back.
“There's the Casey I know,” she sang.
I placed kisses all around her naval and told her, “I have lots of Caseys. Pick the one you like.”
I went to work on her tender flesh and in minutes she was coming again.
She either had a hair-trigger g-spot, or I knew her body instinctually, or I was just really good. I'd sort of hoped it was all three.
When she'd finished the second time she leaned forward and pulled me to her for another kiss. Kissing her with her wetness on my mouth was about all I could take. As she licked and playfully bit at my bottom lip, I sat down and she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. After two orgasms she was dripping wet and sank down with only minimal effort. Her body enveloped me.
We sat witness to each other as she rode me slowly. She was a sight. The sweat beaded down her neck. It ran across her chest to the dip between her breasts. The way her eyebrows subtly drew to each other when she felt me touch end of her. The flutter of her lashes. She was art in motion.
“You're so beautiful, Blake,” I said, looking up into her eyes as she rose and fell with a hypnotizing rhythm. I brushed her hair back over her shoulders and pulled what was left of her ponytail out.
“I think you are, too,” she said softly.
If I wasn’t busy having sex—correction, being ridden expertly by a goddess—I would have put up more of a protest at being called beautiful, or almost being called that anyway, but I didn’t have it in me.
Her speed picked up as she moaned and brought her forehead to my shoulder.
“Condoms,” she urgently said, “We need a condom.” But she continued to grind on me like it was her job.
We need a condom? Shit.
God, she feels good around my cock.
We hadn’t used one before or ever talked about it, for that matter.
Mother of God, that shit’s tight.
I supposed it was due to the fact that around her, my dick had a one-track mind. And the goddamned track was a one-way headed straight for her perfect pussy.
“Really? We never used one before,” I reminded her.
She stilled. “I know,” she panted as she kissed my shoulder. “That was stupid. I mean, I’m clean—”
I interrupted with, “I’m clean, too. Are you on birth control?” That was the last thing our fucked up arrangement needed.
“Yes, but I go for my shot next week. Better safe than sorry,” she told me. “Is that okay?”
I whispered, “I have one, but it's all the way over there.” I’d made it sound like it was all the way in China, but I didn’t want to stop. She felt too good.
“Let's go there then. Unless you want to pull out.”
That wasn't going to fucking happen. Not because I wouldn’t, but because I couldn’t.
“Okay.” My hands under her thighs, I lifted her and scooted us to the end of the bed. “Hold on to me.”
Her arms tightened around my neck and she linked her feet behind me. I walked the few steps to where my pants were on the floor. I knelt and laid her onto her back. She just watched me, her face dreamy and sex-drugged.
“Are you all right?” I asked, just to make sure.
She nodded. “I'll be better when you put your dick back in me.”
You dirty little thing, you.
However, the naughty things she said didn't sound just right coupled with her innocent voice. The combination made it funny and I stifled a laugh.
“We're going to have to work on your dirty talk, honeybee.”
She shrugged and watched with rapt attention as I rolled the condom onto my hard cock. I leaned forward and positioned myself at her entrance and said, “Want to stay down here?”
“I don't care. Please, just fuck me.”
All right, that was much better.
In fact, it was fucking perfect. I didn't hesitate, pushing myself forward into her. I wasn’t going to last very long. With every thrust she met me. My pace built and she dug into my ass, notifying me she was close again, too.
“Blake, I need you to come for me. I don't—” and before I could tell her why she threw her head back and said my name.
“Casey, oh. Oh, Casey.” I lost myself. I pushed forcefully one last time and buried her down into the carpet with my hips, emptying into her.
“I needed that,” I said out of breath.
She replied, as winded as I was, “Me, too.”
When we both had our bearings about us again, I helped her stand. I was curious. “I think we could still make the party if you want to go?”
Her face told me her answer, but she spoke anyway.
“I'd rather stay up here and order food. I don't feel like going down there anymore. You can go if you need to.” The expression o
n her face told me she wanted me to stay, to be with her again, and to talk face to face.
I hadn't realized how much I missed actually being with her in the flesh, until then. It was incredible, watching every thought she had color her face with sincerity. She didn't hide her feelings, or she was just miserable doing it.
“Well, I'm not hungry right now, but that sounds like a good enough plan. I need to call Troy and see what he's up to. No doubt harassing someone I'll have to deal with tomorrow,” I joked.
“He seems like a good guy. He's funny,” she said thoughtfully. After pulling on a shirt from out of her suitcase, she found her band and started tying her hair back.
“He is a good dude. He's been our best friend pretty much all our lives. He actually works with Cory now at Tinnitus Music.” I pulled my jeans back up and zipped my fly, after making sure my junk wasn't in the way.
“Like the instruments?” she asked. I was a little surprised that she knew of them.
“Yep. He makes drums.” I went into her bathroom and washed my hands, running water over my face. When I came back into her room, she was lying lazily across her bed. I fished my phone from my pocket. Swiping it open and unlocking it, I'd seen that I'd missed a call from my mom, one from my brother, and a call and text from Troy.
Troy: Dude, I'm with a chick. See you tomorrow.
Me: Sounds good.
I'd call my family back later.
“I'm all yours,” I said and plopped down next to her.
“Were you mad at me? Earlier?” she asked as she worried her lip.
I scooted back so I laid against the pillows at the headboard, as my hand habitually clawed through my hair.
“I wasn't mad,” I said hoping it sounded honest. The truth was I was mad and for many reasons. I didn't like that she didn't want me for more than a fuck and I was mad that I lied about Aly seeing the marks. The only way I could cool my temper was to shut down a little. I wanted to scream and argue with her, but we'd only just seen each other after so long. If she only wanted a physical thing, then I was going to give it to her.
