Unraveled- 8 Delicious Tale of Passion

by Fawkes, Sara

  Yeah, that’s me, ever hopeful.

  Adele looked down at me solemnly, and I thought she looked like a goddess, or maybe a mermaid,

  with her long red hair curving over her shoulders, her eyes bright and eager. Slowly she straddled me,

  and now only one flimsy layer of fabric separated me from the heat that I could feel pulsing from her

  core.

  She leaned forward until her lips brushed against mine. This brought her cleft into contact with my

  cock, and if it hadn’t been for those goddamn panties I would have been inside her.

  “Thank you for asking,” she whispered against my lips, rubbing her breasts against my chest

  wantonly. “And next time I want to take the time to explore this gorgeous body that you’ve been

  hiding underneath those preppy ass sweaters.”

  My blood heated at the mention of next time.

  “But you’ve been teasing me for weeks now. Coming over here, watching those movies with those

  sexy glasses sliding down your nose. Looking at me like you want to eat me up but never so much as

  holding my hand.” Sliding a hand down my chest, she tapped her fingers on the flat expanse of my

  abdomen. I sucked in a breath, and then another when she wrapped those wicked fingers around me.

  She circled her thumb over the head of my cock, and I felt the warm surge of precome following in

  the wake of the touch.

  “Like I said, we can play later.” She nipped at my ear lobe as she squeezed my erection in her hot

  palm.

  “I want you to put a condom on and get your fucking cock inside of me. Now.”

  Her words sucked the air from my lungs. I’d had sex before, good sex, but I’d always had to be the

  aggressor. To have a woman— this woman—tell me in no uncertain terms what she wanted?

  I’d died and gone to heaven.

  I reached for my glasses, which were steaming up with the heat radiating off of our skin. Adele

  shook her head.

  “Leave them on.”

  That mouth of hers teased my neck, my lips as I struggled to rip the foil of the condom packet. I

  pictured those full, wet lips wrapping around my cock, and prayed like hell that there would indeed be

  a next time.

  “Stop, just for a sec.” I couldn’t concentrate to put the condom on when she was having her way

  with me like that. Pouting a bit—the cutest expression ever to cross her lips—she laced her fingers

  together over the soft curve of her belly and leaned back, watching intently as I pinched the tip of the

  latex tube and rolled it down over my length.

  “God, that’s so hot.” Her eyes ate up my movements as I adjusted the condom, securing the rubber

  ring around my base. My cock was already engorged to the point of no return, but I swear it got even

  harder, hearing those words. “Hurry up.”

  I wasn’t going to argue. Once the condom was secure, she hooked her fingers in the waist band of

  her thong, intending to shimmy out of them, I think, but every last shred of my patience was gone.

  I slid my hands between her legs and used one hand to pull the elastic crotch of her panties to the

  side. She gasped and ground down against me when I slid a finger through her folds and up, grazing

  her clit.

  “Liked that, did you?” I muttered, my eyes fixed on her face as I repeated the movement. I

  savoured her shudder, grinning that it was me making her feel like this.

  “God, Mal. That is... it’s so...” Adele’s words died down when I circled her clit, then slid my finger

  inside of her again. I felt her inner walls clench around my hand, smelled her arousal, and was pretty

  sure I was in heaven.

  “This feels just as good for me,” I forced out between clenched teeth as she rode my hand.

  Experimenting, I slid a second finger into her liquid heat and rubbed my thumb over her engorged clit

  at the same time.

  She squirmed in my lap, her breath starting to come in short little pants.

  I felt like the top of my head was going to blow off.

  “Mal. Now.”

  I ignored her. I wanted to make her come.

  I wanted to make sure that she’d remember me. Wanted to make sure that I stood out from the

  crowd of cookie cutter guys from privileged families who had their futures secured from their families

  reputations.

  Fuck that. She’d chosen me.

  I continued the pressure on her clit, crooking my fingers inside of her, rubbing them over a knot of

  flesh that the tips of my fingers found.

  She must have liked it, because her entire body stiffened, her vaginal walls clenching until I

  thought that my hand was going to be bruised for sure.

  I did it again, and was startled and deeply satisfied when her pussy began to tremble around my

  fingers, a rush of heat painting my hand.

  “Damn it, Mal. Now! ” She cried out as her orgasm broke, riding my hand the way I wanted her to

  ride my cock. Her back arched, and she tangled her fingers in her hair, riding the wave of her climax.

  She looked like a siren rising from the sea. She was breathtaking, lost to her own pleasure.

  She was mine.

  I was barely able to wait for her to start to come down. I drew my fingers out slowly, flexing them

  to get the blood flowing.

  With the hand not holding her panties to the side, I took my cock in my own hand and pressed the

  smooth latex head to her entrance. I waited for a second, using every last shred of my control, but

  needing to give her a chance to say no.

  She grabbed my shoulders, looked me dead in the eyes, and thrust down until my cock was fully

  seated inside of her.

  “Adele.” My voice sounded raspy to my own ears. I clasped her around the waist, holding her in

  place while I absorbed the indescribable sensation of being inside her.

  I wanted to stay like this forever.

  “More.” Adele pressed her forehead to mine and began to move, rocking her hips back and forth.

  With her seated in my lap there wasn’t much I could do beyond digging my fingers into her waist and

  raining kisses over her collarbone, which I did with abandon. I wanted the moment to last, wanted to

  draw out the feeling of being inside of her for as long as I possibly could, but the way she moved had

  my orgasm tightening at the base of my spine within minutes.

  “Adele. Slow down.” I tried to guide her movements with my hands, but she set a frenetic pace,

  and it felt so fucking good that my head fell back with abandon. I made myself keep my eyes open,

  though, glad she’d ordered me to keep my glasses on, because I wanted to see her face as she rode me,

  as I slid my hand to the place where we were joined and again began to manipulate her clit.

  Her eyes were half closed, and a gorgeous flush painted her cheeks. That long, obscenely red hair

  swung back and forth as she swayed above me, offering teasing glimpses of those perfect tits, and was

  finally my undoing.

  I moved my hand more frantically over her clit as the tension building in my cock broke, wanting

  her to go over the edge with me. I shouted as I came, harder than I ever had in my life. As if from a

  distance I felt her body tighten too, heard her sharp cry as her pussy clenched my cock in a hot, tight

  hug.

  We sat like that for long minutes, tangled together on her old couch, our breath still coming in

  pants, sweat drying on our skin. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with the strawberry

  scent of Adele’
s hair, something that would be burned into my mind forever.

  Nuzzling my nose into her neck, I opened my mouth to speak, then snapped it shut again. I wanted

  to say something, to tell her how important this had been to me.

  I didn’t think she would laugh... but I also didn’t know how she’d react. So I kept my mouth shut,

  enjoying the sated post-sex haze, and waited for her to speak first.

  “Oh my God.” With a sigh tinted with laughter, Adele buried her face into my neck and groaned.

  “Holy shit. I may never be able to move again.”

  I couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk that crossed my lips. I laughed, stroking a hand over her

  hair and down her back.

  “Yeah. That was... wow.” I wanted to say something more eloquent, but my brain was fried.

  Not so fried that I didn’t appreciate the view when she rose up and off of me, and her breasts

  jiggled right in front of my face.

  “Better get rid of the condom.” She braced herself above me and nodded downwards. I pried my

  touch off of her soft skin and divested myself of the latex skin, tying it off and tossing it to the floor.

  To my surprise, instead of curling back into me, Adele lay face down on the couch, her back and

  shoulders spread invitingly across my thighs. She sighed with contentment, and I felt the warm

  exhalation on the skin of my knee.

  Curious, I danced my fingers up and down her spine, her shoulder blades. Though the skin of her

  arms was covered in ink, her back was bare, the skin smooth and perfect.

  “Tabula rasa.” The phrase slid from me before I could even think it through. I watched as Adele

  shifted, propping her head up on one hand, staring up at me curiously.

  “What does that mean?” She shifted onto her side, one of her breasts pressing against my groin.

  Even though I’d just come, my cock started to pay attention again.

  I assumed she wouldn’t be insulted, since she’d liked my erection just fine a few minutes ago.

  “Tabula rasa... it’s from Aristotle. It means blank slate.” Unable to resist, I trailed the tip of my

  index finger over the equally bare curve of her breast, circling around her nipple, enjoying the way it

  pulled tight.

  “It’s a term used in psychology and philosophy, referring to the notion that when an infant is born,

  their mind is a blank canvas waiting to be colored by life.” I continued to toy with her nipple, even

  when surprise flickered over her features. “But... ah... it applies to your back as well. You know, since

  you don’t have any tattoos there.”

  I grimaced inwardly as I finished my awkward explanation. Could I be any more of an uptight

  nerd?

  Adele surprised me by pushing herself up and kissing me, a deep, hot kiss that brought my cock

  the rest of the way to hardness. When she pulled away, I found it hard to breathe.

  “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining.”

  With a wicked grin she straddled me again, her slick heat pressing down against my erection.

  “You’re pretty awesome for a geek.” And she began to kiss me again, coherent thought flying

  away.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so happy.

  ADELE

  “Stop that.” I whispered, scolding Mal as he rubbed his feet against mine under the library table.

  “No footsie. You have to study.”

  Still I couldn’t help but grin as, rather than stopping, he redoubled his efforts. He’d slid his

  sneakers off, and as his foot slid up my calf and my inner thigh I exhaled sharply.

  He had my attention.

  “Hunter!”

  My head snapped around as a male voice called out across the library. A librarian glared as two

  big, polo clad guys made their way across the room, emanating the smug confidence of people who

  know they’re accepted.

  I recognized Drew and Ian, two of Mal’s frat brothers. They were both football players, both

  prelaw like Mal.

  A massive rock settled in the pit of my stomach as they reached our table and made themselves at

  home. Mal’s foot fell away from my thigh, and I was unaccountably irritated by it.

  “Hunter.” Drew had close cropped brown hair and a lot of muscles that stretched his bright green

  collared shirt. There were probably lots of girls who found him attractive, but I personally thought he

  looked like a big lug.

  Still, I smiled tightly when he nodded at me.

  “Adele.”

  “Hey, Drew.” I could see the hint of puzzlement in his features, and it infuriated me.

  Mal’s friends, the ones I’d been introduced to anyway, were always nice enough, but I could tell

  that they just didn’t quite get it—they didn’t understand why someone like Mal, with a bright future at

  an Ivy League school, would be spending his time with me. And I wouldn’t have cared, except when

  the eyes of someone like Drew, like Ian were on me, I felt all the things that they thought.

  I felt weird. I felt like a freak. I wished for shiny blonde hair, a khaki miniskirt and a big toothy

  smile, all things that I avoided like the plague otherwise. I refused to turn into my mother, the woman

  who’d once been the sun in my sky but who had morphed into a Stepford clone to please my

  stepfather.

  The woman who kept smiling that big smile even when I told her that her new husband kept trying

  to feel me up. No, I’d never turn into a woman like that, not even for Mal.

  I caught Mal’s eyes and forced what I hoped passed for a genuine smile to my lips. I turned back

  to my textbook, straightened the strap of my purple tank top and tried to tune out the conversation.

  Hopefully they’d just stopped in to say hi and would be on their way soon enough.

  The mention of my name from Ian pulled my attention back into the conversation.

  “You going to the Lambda Chi formal with Mal, Adele?” Ian sat back in the library chair that was

  far too small for his massive frame, his arms behind my head. I stared at him for a moment, paranoid

  that he was mocking me, but I sensed only genuine curiosity in his gaze.

  Neither Ian nor Drew was a bad guy. But being with Mal, with someone who was so not my type,

  had made me worry about all kinds of things that I never had before.

  “I don’t know,” I finally said, looking at Mal with raised eyebrows. Lambda Chi was his fraternity,

  and the entire Greek system had formal dances in the winter. “Am I?”

  I watched as Mal shifted in his seat, breaking off eye contact with me. My heart felt like it stopped

  for one awful moment before resuming, double time.

  Shit. This didn’t bode well.

  “Well?” I tried to steel myself. Whatever he said, it shouldn’t matter. We weren’t officially a

  couple or anything—we’d just been hanging out. Yep, hanging out and having sex, lots of sex, for

  almost a month.

  Fucking amazing sex. And the sex was so good because there was more to it than just the physical.

  There was a connection between us that I couldn’t explain but that made me want to hold tight to this

  amazing man and never let go.

  I sure wasn’t going to be the one to bring that up.

  What did it matter if he wanted to take me to some stupid formal dance or not? And maybe there

  was a perfectly good explanation, though I sure couldn’t think of one.

  But as I waited for him to reply, my heart in my throat, I knew that that wasn’t the case.

  “Ah. I, uh... I already have a date,
Adele. I made it months ago. I’m sorry.” He looked stricken, Ian

  and Drew looked like they’d shoved their big ass feet down their throats, and I softened a bit.

  If he’d made it months ago, with some female friend, then I wasn’t going to freak out on him.

  Even if the thought of him wrapping his arms around some other chick in a slow dance made me want

  to snarl and rip the bitch’s hair out.

  And then Mal continued, and it wasn’t okay anymore.

  “I just didn’t think it was your kind of thing.” He shifted again, and I watched as he continued to

  avoid eye contact.

  Guys like him didn’t date girls like me, at least not for the long haul. I knew that; I’d always

  known that. Yet pain washed through me, bright and hotter than I had expected.

  “Why would you think that?” My voice was quiet, lacking my customary bravado. I wished that

  Drew and Ian weren’t here to witness this, whatever this was.

  “Well. You know.” Finally he looked at me, and I saw the truth written over his face.

  It was a fair enough thought, thinking that my tattooed, ripped jean self might not be into

  something silly like a formal fraternity dance. But that wasn’t the whole truth, and I knew it.

  He was embarrassed to take me. I wasn’t the kind of girl that a guy like him took to a function like

  that. I’d look ridiculous in some formal gown. I didn’t even own one, would never waste the money on

  something like that.

  If he had been any other guy, I wouldn’t have given a shit.

  But this was Mal. I thought of the day he’d shown up at my door with a bouquet of wildflowers,

  because they’d reminded him of my ink, and my heart cracked, just a little bit.

  Well, I could save it from breaking the rest of the way.

  Closing my textbook with a slam, I pushed away from the table and stood, throwing my pens and

  paper into my backpack without any thought to order. Mal stood too, alarm spreading over his face.

  “Where are you going?” Reaching across the table, he wrapped a hand around my forearm, right

  over those wildflowers that he professed to love.

  He loved my tattoos, yes. But he didn’t love me. He never would.

  I shook him off and fixed him with what I hoped was a cold, hard smile.

  “Have fun at your dance, Mal.” I cast that hard look quickly at Drew, then at Ian, and enjoyed the