‘She talks too much’, he thinks to himself.
He restrains from voicing that though, lest she puts her blouse back on. He thinks about how he’s wanted her for weeks. She silently misses her boyfriend. But he’s an asshole. (They all are…she hopes. Even this one she wants to ride to oblivion.) She did irritate the boyfriend with all her jibber jabber the other evening. But he promised not to slap her again. Fuck him. She knows this guy wants her. Wants her more. He seems suddenly meek though. She doesn’t need this…him giving her time to think.
He speaks, “Are you having second thoughts?”
“What does that even mean? ‘Second thoughts’ what’s that? Aren’t thoughts a continuum? Who defines where one string stops and the next picks up?”
Her sarcasm rises like bile.
“You talk too much”.
“You talk too little”.
“Is this a fight?”
“Ha. You just sounded like someone I know.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Would you rather call him that so as to feel no guilt? Isn’t he your closest friend first, before he is my boyfriend?”
“What’s your point?”
“This is a mistake.”
“You called me.”
“Yes, and I’m calling you off.”
“You’re beautiful. I don’t like you very much right now, but I thought you should know”.
And just like that, he sucks the air out of the room. This is how he’d do it. When they were alone or in a crowd. He’d say, ‘It’s great to see you’ and she was already breathing heavy. The stolen glances and longing gazes have led to this. He watches the rise and fall of her chest and remembers exactly why he wants her so badly.
‘Listen…’ she begins again. He comes up behind her, stroking her neck as if gently choking her.
‘This…mmmh…this is ludicrous and we both know it.’
He breathes her in and moans in the pleasure of what is to come.
‘I….I was hoping you would talk me out of it.’
He kisses her neck. ‘Out of what?’
She can’t think any more.
‘ If….’ She stutters.
‘Quiet. ‘
He kisses her long and hard and she feels him grow harder against her skin. He spins her around again wanting to feel her ass against him, skin on skin. He begins to run his hands over her. He squeezes her breasts gently until her nipples are hard and straining to be free of her bra. He slides his hand into her panties to find her wet and throbbing. This is spiraling out of control.
She pushes him onto the bed and straddles him, legs around waist. The look in his eyes…dark brown pools of ‘oh god’. He makes her want to just let herself go but not just yet. She trails kisses on his chest and teases his nipples until his eyes roll back. She goes lower and feels him jerk and moan. He smells so so good.
She takes him in her mouth and feels her mind explode. He can’t believe her small pretty mouth can take him in those velvet sweeping motions. Her lips are soft and demanding against the background of her sure tongue. Their eyes met, surrender.
She realizes her skirt is still hitched around her waist but doesn’t care. He is in control now. He lays her on her chest and puts a pillow under her tummy. They are both breathless in anticipation and she is involuntarily lifting her hips, calling him to her.
He enters her in one masterful stroke and she almost weeps. He takes her higher, faster and she is falling. She is so hot and wet and tight he cannot control himself. He grips her ass and goes deep then shallow until they are both covered in sweat. He leans forward, going slower now. His breath in her ear, he tells her exactly why he has wanted to fuck her and how he would. Every. Single. Time. She. Wanted.
She moans and makes little screams tangled in his name. He kisses her, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth and they both come violently.
Stunned into silence, they lie staring at the ceiling.
‘Ummm…I have to leave.’
‘You don’t have to just yet….’
He watches her hurriedly throw on her clothes.
They want to hold each other but a threesome with ‘maybe’ shouldn’t be an option.
‘Talk later?’
‘No.’
‘Talk. Later.’
‘Okay, bye.’
He follows her to the door and slams it shut before she can leave.
They face each other and in that moment, they realize the magnitude of what is going to happen.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
Brucey 