Anyone but You

by Chelsea M. Cameron

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

  “Muscle groups,” I blurted out, and she gave me a look. “You have very good muscle groups.” That made her throw her head back and laugh. It was a gorgeous, sexy sound, and I vowed that I would hear it at least a thousand times more before I died.

  “That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she said when she was done.

  “You’re welcome. Now compliment me.” I batted my eyelashes at her and puckered my lips.

  “Do you want to hear what I think about your muscle groups? Or should I show you?” A riot of flutters broke out in my stomach.

  “I’ll take show over tell at the moment,” I said in a choked voice.

  “You asked for it,” she said. Yes. Yes I had.

  Eleven

  Tuesday put a blanket over the turtle tank.

  “Should I ask, or . . .” I trailed off as she whispered something to them and then turned to face me.

  “I can’t have them watching me when we’re doing stuff,” she said, her cheeks a little red. It was so cute how she blushed sometimes. I wouldn’t have picked her for a blusher.

  “Good point.” I wouldn’t want turtles staring at me as I was doing stuff with her either.

  “Come here,” Tuesday said, crooking her finger at me. I walked over, as if I was on a string she’d tugged. I might as well be. Her eyes were pure blue fire and I was completely captivated.

  “You’re beautiful, you know that?” she said, reaching up and taking the elastic out of my hair. I put it up when I taught and had forgotten to take it down. My hair tumbled down to my shoulders.

  “Am I?” I replied, and then winced at the question.

  “Yes, you are.”

  “Have you seen yourself?” I asked. For some reason, I was afraid to touch her, even though last night she’d been completely pressed against me. Tuesday was more than a little intimidating.

  “There aren’t a lot of people who would call me beautiful, and I accepted that a long time ago. I’m not here for someone else’s consumption.” I stared at her.

  “What do you mean? You’re so fucking hot I can barely remember my own name.” Was she serious? If I went out on the street right now and asked twenty people if she was hot, they were all going to say yes. Or else they were wrong, like that one dentist that doesn’t recommend a certain brand of toothpaste.

  “You think I’m hot?” she asked, putting her arms around my shoulders.

  “Ouch,” I said, pretending to be hurt.

  “What is it?” She pulled her arms back immediately.

  “Nothing, you just burned me with your hotness,” I said, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer again.

  It took her a second to realize what I’d said and then she gave me a wry look.

  “Did you seriously just use that line on me?”

  “Yes, did it work?” She leaned closer and pressed her forehead to mine.

  “Maybe a little.”

  This time she kissed me, her mouth hot and sweet at the same time. I could taste a hint of the ice cream sundae still on her tongue. She didn’t waste any time parting my lips and diving into my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny with a thoroughness that I appreciated. Her tongue thrust against mine, as if she was fucking my mouth and my knees turned to liquid. I didn’t know how I was still standing.

  Tuesday pulled me down to the couch, as if she’d felt how unsteady I was on my feet.

  “You’re really good at kissing, you know that?” I told her.

  “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” I wasn’t so sure about that, but I did my best. My mind always went blank when it came to kissing. I could have a whole routine planned out with counts and moves and everything, and the second my lips touched another person’s, all of that went completely out the window, kind of like right now.

  “You’re a great kisser, Sutton. Top notch. Thirteen out of ten. Would kiss again.” I laughed.

  “Can you imagine if there were an app where you rate kisses? That would be horrible.” I shuddered at the thought. I was sure that more than a few of my exes would rate me low in the kiss department. That could also possibly be because they were exes and were biased against my kissing ability.

  “What on earth are you thinking about, princess?” I shook my head.

  “Nothing. Also, why do you call me that?”

  Tuesday smiled slowly and then kissed me again.

  “How about we talk about that another time. I’d rather put my mouth to use doing something other than talking, yeah?” I agreed. Talking could wait. Kissing now. I answered her by pressing my lips against hers again.

  We kissed and we kissed and it was good and warm and sexy and I hadn’t been this fucking turned on in at least a few years. Tuesday was the sexiest person I’d ever kissed, hands down. Her hands roamed my body, her fingers dove into my hair and under my clothes. Somehow I found myself lifting my arms so she could pull my shirt over my head. Then my shirt was tossed across the room.

  Tuesday ran her hands up and down my front.

  “I want to devour you,” she said in a low voice.

  “Go ahead,” I said. Her fingernails scraped my skin just a little. Just enough to leave a little bit of pain behind. My skin rippled with goosebumps.

  “Do you want to be devoured here, on the floor, or in the bedroom?” she asked. My mind spun with the possible locations.

  “Bedroom,” I gasped, and then screamed because I was summarily tossed over her shoulder and carried to said bedroom.

  “What are you doing, put me down!” I squealed, and she just laughed and slapped my ass.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you.” I was tossed into the center of a California king-sized bed covered by the softest comforter I’d ever felt. I didn’t need to check the sheets to know the thread could was high, not that it mattered right now.

  Instead, I caught my breath as she climbed on the bed and hovered above me.

  “Have you wanted me this whole time? You really didn’t act like it. Or did you not want me to know?”

  Tuesday huffed above me and didn’t answer my question. No, she pulled her shirt off instead, followed by her bra. Seeing her topless rendered me effectively speechless.

  “This was the only way to get you to stop talking,” she said, shrugging one shoulder.

  “It worked,” I squeaked. I couldn’t think about anything but the sheer perfection of her body. So many muscles and the most perfect set of boobs I’d ever seen. Breasts? Tits? There wasn’t really a good sexy word for them. Love globes? Whatever they were, they were perfection. I wanted to put my hands and my mouth all over them. Especially those dark nipples that were pointed right in my direction.

  “May I?” I asked, and she sat back on her heels. I pushed myself up until we were almost at the same eye level.

  “You’re so sexy,” I said, as I ran my hands across her collarbone. “You have muscles that I didn’t even know existed. You’re like an anatomy chart. If I’d had a picture of you, maybe I would have learned more in biology class.” Of course I learned a lot of anatomical terms teaching yoga, but most of the time I didn’t remember the complicated names and said things like “shoulders” and “lower back area” instead.

  “I’m glad my anatomy pleases you. I didn’t know if you’d be into someone like me.”

  “That’s ridiculous.” Now it was my turn to decide we’d had enough talking and I stopped it by putting one of her nipples in my mouth. Worked like a charm. She gasped and arched into me, her fingers diving into my hair and digging into my scalp.

  I sucked and then flicked the bud with my tongue, listening to her sounds and reading her responses. I wanted whatever was happening to be good for her, and I was going to do my utmost to make that happen.

  A moan fell from her lips when I took her nipple between my teeth, so I did it again. Oh yeah, she liked that. I sucked on her nipple and tasted it and teased it until she was be
gging. Not really sure what she was begging for, but I got the general idea.

  “This isn’t what I planned when I came over for dinner,” I said when I came up for air after taking care of her other nipple.

  “Me neither,” she said in a breathless voice. “But this is better than the gym floor, don’t you think?” It definitely was. Tuesday’s bed didn’t smell like sweat and tires, and it was a lot softer.

  “Absolutely,” I said, and she grinned at me.

  “My turn.”

  Once again, I was moving and I wasn’t sure how it happened. Tuesday flipped me over onto my back and undid my bra, shoving the straps down my arms and then pulling me up so she could get it off me.

  “Oh, I probably should have asked before I ripped that off you, but I figure you would have asked me to stop.”

  “I mean, I would have if I’d wanted you to. But I didn’t.” She gazed down at me, and I had to stop myself from crossing my arms over my chest and covering everything.

  “You’re perfect,” she said, brushing her thumbs across my nipples. I gasped and arched into her hands. They were rough and calloused and that added a layer of sensation that made me want to cry, it was so good.

  “Do you like that?” she asked, doing it again. I could only make an incoherent sound in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I nodded my head and then she put her mouth on me and it was the biggest relief because finally. I didn’t know that I’d been waiting for this, wanting this, and now here we were.

  “You’re so fucking sweet, Sutton,” Tuesday said in a rough voice, as she kissed her way across my chest and up to my neck, sucking on the pulse that pounded there.

  Tuesday made a growling noise and pushed me down on my back and straddled my legs. Bracing herself on her arms, her mouth came back to mine. We both still had our bottoms on and, in a fit of boldness, I grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants and started pushing them down her hips. She laughed and pulled back to look down at my face.

  “These off,” I said, still not able to form a complete sentence.

  “Do you want me to take these off?” she asked, her voice playful.

  “Yes,” I whined. “Pants off.”

  She held my face in both of her hands.

  “You are so fucking cute. I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.”

  That was an even trade. I scrambled out from under her and had my yoga pants off so fast that I busted a few seams. I stood there, completely naked, and waited for her to do the same.

  Tuesday froze on the bed, her blue eyes wide as she looked at me. I wasn’t going to cover myself this time. The more she looked at me, the more I wanted her to look at me. I wasn’t thinking about the little bit of tummy I had, or that one of my boobs was bigger than the other, or that I had a few moles on my chest that I wanted to get taken off.

  “What is it?” I asked, and she swallowed audibly.

  “You’re incredible. Come here.” She reached out and pulled me back onto the bed, wrapping her arms around me. The feel of her hot skin against mine was like being burned. She still hadn’t taken her sweatpants off.

  Tuesday brushed my hair away from my neck and kissed me there, using just the tiniest bit of teeth. I moaned and threw my head back, exposing more of my skin so she could do what she wanted. I was completely at her mercy.

  Tuesday bit and kissed her way all down my body, even turning me over to attack my back, which I hadn’t thought would be sexy, but holy hell. She left no inch of skin un-kissed or un-licked.

  By the time she’d made it near my belly button, I was a trembling, begging mess.

  “What do you want?” she asked, pausing and looking up at me. I panted and it took a few seconds for me to find the words I wanted to say.

  “Pants off. Touch here.” I pointed where I wanted her to touch me. She’d thus far avoided the area, and that made the anticipation all the more intense. My entire body trembled and I couldn’t make it stop.

  “You’re so sweet. Yes, I’ll take my pants off.” At last, she complied and I almost cried with relief. Tuesday was gorgeous and fit everywhere and I finally had visual confirmation. I wished I had a photographic memory so I could store this image and pull it out when I wanted to remember it.

  “I want to lick your entire body,” I said, at last forming a complete sentence.

  Tuesday chuckled low, a deep sexy sound that went straight to downstairs.

  “I think I’d enjoy that very much. Is that what you want?” Maybe later. Right now I was a little too desperate and horny to take my time on something like that. I hoped she wasn’t offended.

  “I need you,” I said, standing up and pressing myself into her. Touching head to toe was intense and electric. I dragged my hands down her front and she shivered, but I didn’t think she was cold, since her skin was burning hot.

  “You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever seen,” I said, finally looking up and meeting those blue eyes. They were liquid blue fire now, melting me from the inside.

  “Are you going to lick me all over, Sutton? Or do you want something else?” My mind raced with too many possibilities. I latched on one and said it out loud.

  “I want you to sit on my face.”

  Tuesday was stunned for a second, and then she started to laugh.

  “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at your directness. It’s so refreshing. Yes, I can sit on your face. That won’t be any hardship on my part.” It was a good thing the room was semi-dark because I was blushing up a storm. To distract myself, I reached down and squeezed her ass, both of us making moaning sounds.

  “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen or held.” She licked the side of my neck and then looked up at me.

  “Have you held a lot of asses?”

  “No, not really. But yours is still the best.” Walking backwards, I moved us toward the bed and laid back, before scooting myself up on the bed. Tuesday followed me, straddling my hips. Her hair was still up, so she pulled the elastic out of her bun, letting all her thick brown hair fall down her back.

  I shook with the need to have her.

  “I can’t flip you over, but could we switch positions for a little bit?” She nodded and climbed off me, laying out on her back. Now it was my turn to straddle her. Her thighs were so big that I had to really stretch to make it happen. Thank goodness for yoga.

  “You’re really flexible, aren’t you?” Tuesday said, flicking my nipple with one finger, making me yelp.

  “Yes, that’s one of the many benefits of yoga. I can do all kinds of things with my body.” Her eyes widened and I swear her pupils dilated.

  “That’s the best selling point for yoga I’ve ever heard.” I didn’t want to talk about the benefits of yoga right now. Instead of saying anything else, I took one of her nipples into my mouth and then licked my way down her stomach, tracing my tongue through all the dips and valleys and muscles. Tuesday was soft and hard at the same time, and it was the ideal combination.

  As I got closer and closer to that place between her thighs, she made more and more noises. I wouldn’t have picked Tuesday as noisy in the bedroom, but she surprised me all the time about other things, so why should this be any different?

  Her legs twitched and jumped as I bit right near her hipbone.

  “Down girl,” I said, putting one hand on her.

  “I can’t help it,” she whined, and I got satisfaction from the desperation in her voice. I thought about teasing and tormenting her more, but I didn’t have the patience right now.

  “Come on,” I said, squeezing one of her boobs. I lay next to her, arranging myself on some pillows. She turned on her side and looked at me.

  “Yeah?” she asked.

  “Get up here,” I said. Moments later, her powerful thighs bracketed my head and I had a full view of Tuesday in all her glory.

  “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I said, as she trembled above me, a few inches above where I needed her
to be. I looked up at her and smiled before grabbing her hips and moving her down just a little as I stuck out my tongue.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned, as I licked her right down the middle, parting her lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. She tasted like thick honey and salt and I was never going to get enough. I licked her again and again, playing with her clit and her lips and then plunging my tongue inside her, feeling her inner muscles clench. Judging by that, and by the sounds she made, she was close. I squeezed her hips and let her rest her weight more fully on me. I could barely breathe, but that was irrelevant. I sucked hard on her clit and licked her entrance and gave her everything. Her hips rocked, fucking my face, as her sounds increased in volume and intensity. I felt the pulses hit her with my tongue as she rode out her orgasm. It lasted for quite a while, which made me feel a little smug. With one last gasp, she sat back so she was on my upper chest instead, bracing her hands on my thighs.

  “Fuck, Sutton,” she panted, her eyes sparkling as she looked down at me. She swung her legs over and collapsed beside me.

  “That was fucking amazing, holy shit. You’re really good at that. Can you breathe? I was afraid I was going to suffocate you.” Wow, Tuesday was chatty after sex. At this point I was so turned on, she could probably just breathe in the vicinity of my clit and I would come.

  “I’m fine,” I said, wiping my hand over my face.

  “There’s some tissues on the table,” she said, pointing. I grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and wiped my face down. I could still taste her on my skin.

  “Good job,” she said, patting my arm. “Just give me a minute and then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” Those were the longest minutes of my life. I was so turned on that it had gotten painful. My labia were hard and I needed to come within the next few seconds or else I might die.

  “Please, Tuesday,” I said, when I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please.”

  “Are you a little impatient, princess?” she said, rolling on top of me again.