“I want you, Hollis. I want this. I’m ready.” I look up at him from under my lashes. His eyes are dilated with desire and his mouth is parted and red from my kiss. I want to picture him like this for the rest of my life. Desperate. Needy. For me.
His eyes rake over my body, but he doesn’t say anything or make any moves. I go to remove my top, but he stops me. I know he wants me, or at least, his body clearly does. His dick is saluting me through his pants and I’m desperate to touch it, taste it, feel it. Yet, all of that changes the moment he grips my hands in his to stop me from undressing. All of my insecurities come roaring to the surface and I feel like a fucking idiot.
“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want to stop you, trust me. There’s nothing I want more right now than, well, you. I just need to hear you say it.”
“I’ve already said it.”
“Again, then. I don’t want to push you.”
“Goddammit, Hollis, just fuck me already.”
THIRTEEN
Hollis
I stare into Lila’s blue eyes, the color of sapphires as desire emanates from her. I need to ask her one last time, even though her tone seems like she’s ready to slap me. She must be frustrated. I know the feeling. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Hollis. I’m sure.” Her lip quirks up, though I find nothing about this moment funny. Her hand trails over my cheek as her eyes flit from mine to my lips. Slowly, she pushes up on her toes, bringing her mouth closer to mine. She kisses me and it’s slow and sweet…until I take over.
I pull her body flush against mine and crank the dial up on this kiss until it matches the frenetic energy pulsing through me. I’m wild, hungry. I could devour her whole and the thought is tempting.
I grip her ass and hoist her up around my waist for a moment until I can toss her unceremoniously onto the bed. She shrieks and sits up, but I grab her ankles and pull her toward me. Her mouth opens in an ‘o’ and I give her my best mischievous grin.
I crawl over her, fitting in the space between her legs and attacking her lips once more. Our tongues reunite and a wave of pleasure trails down my back. I groan and dig my hips into hers in response. She answers me with a moan of her own, and fuck, I could almost come on the spot from her whimpers alone.
I push her t-shirt up, exposing her tight stomach. I pepper kisses along the newly uncovered flesh, pushing my way up toward her breasts. I find her bra, a simple pale pink, lacy thing, and the urge to reveal her tits takes hold of me like a vice.
“You’re really sure about this?” I ask one more time before I take things to the next level.
“My God, Hollis, please just fuck me already.” Exasperation rings loud in her tone and I can’t help but smirk.
Say no more.
I push her bra up and over her perfect breasts. The pink tips tighten, saluting me. I worship them with the grace of my tongue. I pull one into my mouth and Lila’s reaction is visceral. I suck and nibble on the peak and her back bows, demanding more. I switch sides, giving equal attention to her left breast. Her body is so responsive. My dick jerks in my pants, begging to be inside her.
I work my way down, kissing my way toward her jean shorts. I pop the button open and glance up at her, searching for any indication I’ve gone too far. Her lids are heavy with desire and her lips are parted, but I find no sign of hesitation or regret.
I tug her shorts over her hips and down her toned legs, discarding them on the floor. All that stands between me and being inside of her is a small pair of black panties. Though I’m dying to bare her, to see and taste her, I take my time teasing her.
I lunge for her mouth, capturing it in a bruising kiss. I sit her up as we kiss to finally pull her shirt and bra over her head. Once the top half of her is naked, I stare at her, unabashed, and appreciate her beauty. Fuck, she’s a sight to behold. Her skin flushes at my gaze.
“Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful.” To even the playing field, I tug my tee over my head and throw it on the ground.
Her hands reach out to trail over my abs. She reaches my shorts and I know where her head is at. I stop her before she gets any further. “Uh uh. You first.” I return to my new home between her legs, kneeling on the ground in front of her. I slide her panties down her thighs and she kicks them to the ground the minute they touch her calves.
Lila lies before me, exposed, soaked, and utterly perfect.
I push her knees wider, giving myself the view I’ve been dying to for since the minute I laid eyes on her. I’m a thirsty man and I’m staring at my oasis.
I run a single digit through her folds and moan. Fuck, she’s wet. I drag my finger up, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves exposed and begging for attention. I’m lazy as I rub soft circles over it, driving her wild with one knuckle. Her head is thrown back in bliss, her fingers dig at the sheets, and I stop. Only for a moment. Only long enough to hear her sigh of frustration, to allow her head to pop up and for her to glare at me. She opens her mouth, ready to object, when I latch onto her.
I suck on the pink bud, keeping eye contact with her for as long as she can hold it. “Oh, God.”
“It’s Hollis, actually,” I quip, taking a mini break from my assault.
“Right. Hollis Graham, God of Cunnilingus. Don’t stop.”
I chuckle and drag my tongue through her wetness once more.
She rolls her hips, finding her groove and fucking my mouth with desperate need. I can already feel her shockwaves of pleasure starting to build. She’s a firework ready to explode and I’m dying to see the show. I keep fucking her with my tongue and use my thumb to rub her clit and I’m blessed with a show of a lifetime.
“Fuck, Hollis.” That’s better. She rides her orgasm hard, thrashing against the bed, riding my tongue and moaning and calling out my name. By the time I pull away, my face is stained with her honey. I’m a bee and hers is the sweetest nectar I’ve ever found.
While she comes down from her high, my cock screams at me in my pants. He’s angry, jealous of my tongue and wanting to take his turn inside the warm, wet haven.
I stand to kick off my shorts and briefs. The head of my dick is purple with need. I tug my hand up and down the shaft, but it’s not good enough. Not when Lila is wet and ready for me, just inches away.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, alerting her to the fact that I’m ready to fuck her brains out. She looks at me and drags her gaze down to where my hand is still working over my cock.
“Holy shit. I mean, yes, I’m good.”
“Relax, baby.” I push through her folds, moaning as she sucks me in. She’s so hot and tight; I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming already.
I push all the way in slowly and pull back out at an equal pace. It’s sweet torture to savor each pump. I’m still standing beside the bed and I hoist her legs up around my shoulders so I’m pushed in to the hilt. She moans, clawing at me, though I’m just out of reach.
Looking down, she’s a sight to behold, and I smirk before letting loose. I pound into her, unable to control myself any longer. I’m a goddamn predator and she’s my prey.
Reaching down, I find her clit and put pressure on the bud. She scratches at me and calls out. Her legs quake and she stiffens around me. She squeezes my cock as an orgasm rolls through her. I can’t hold off any longer and I come on a groan, pouring myself into her.
As my own orgasm wanes, I pull out, seeing the mess I’ve created.
Oh. Fuck.
I head into the bathroom to clean up and to grab her a towel. I’m ashamed, barely able to look at her after what I did. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I hang my head in my hands while she cleans and covers up.
“Are you okay?” Her hand flutters over my back, never resting as if she’s afraid to touch me.
“Shit. No. I’m sorry, Lila.”
“What did I do?” She’s crestfallen. Her voice is weary, broken.
“You? Nothing. I fucked up. I didn’t…I mean, I forgot…a condom.” I glance back to see her reaction
and she’s not as upset as I thought she’d be. “I’m clean, I swear. I haven’t had sex in…I don’t even know how long. I always use a condom. Yeah, that sounds cliché right now, I know. I didn’t mean to…are you…?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m on birth control and I’m clean. It’s okay. We can go to the clinic and get tested for our next date if you want.” She shrugs, her attempt at brushing off the moment.
I look back at her and pull her face to mine, kissing her deeply. Only she could make a joke out of a moment that had me spiraling.
“Chill out, Graham. It’s not like you to lose your cool.” She winks at me and I lay back laughing. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but I think I’m falling in love with her.
FOURTEEN
Lila
I’m awoken by a hand brushing over my hair and a kiss placed delicately on my neck. With a groan, I open one eye a tiny crack and am assaulted by the sun. I lift a shoulder to stop the assault on my neck and pull the hood of my hoodie down over my eyes.
“Lila, we’re in Atlanta, baby. We have to get off the plane.” Hollis’ voice is full of laughter at my expense. I’m ready to smack him.
He’s the reason I’m sleep deprived. If he were capable of keeping his hands to himself, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.
“Leave me here. I don’t care where the plane takes me.”
“Don’t make me carry you out of here.”
With the temper of a tantrum-riddled toddler, I stomp off the plane. He laughs at me the entire time. Jerk.
Don’t get me wrong. The sex? Phenomenal. I can’t get enough. The way I look at him, you’d think I was a death row inmate and he was my last meal. I’ve never experienced this level of obsession before. I’m insatiable. It’s embarrassing. But he’s worse, somehow. I may want it, but he’s not afraid to act on it. Every night he’s like a hungry, horny coed, feasting on me like I’m Thanksgiving dinner.
Clearly, I need to eat because I can’t stop making food references.
“Me. Food. Now. Please?” Caveman is currently the only language I’m capable of speaking. Sleep deprivation is taking its toll. At least I’m getting practice for when I’m finally a nurse.
The thought is a knife to my aorta.
I try not to think too much about the future. I’m doing my best to uphold my promise and to live in the now, to really make the most of this summer. The minute school starts I know everything is going to change, even if Hollis is still in denial about it.
He takes my hand and I smile up at him. When I look at him, I’m blinded by how handsome he is. It knocks the wind right out of me. His boyish grin, the backwards hat with the unruly dark hair peeking out around the edges; it’s my kryptonite.
My eyes trail over his fit body, from his white t-shirt to his navy blue shorts. My brain starts pivoting, still hungry, but for him and not food.
“Lila, stop.”
“Stop what?” My voice is breathy, formulating a plan of seduction.
“You’re starving and exhausted. Get those dirty thoughts out of your head.”
“How did you know I was thinking dirty thoughts?” As if my tone doesn’t give me away. I’m sultry, like a romance narrator in the flesh.
“You have a tell.”
“Excuse me?” This isn’t poker.
“You always put your hands in your back pockets and push your chest out.”
I mentally take note of my current stance and pull my right hand from my butt pocket. “Whaaaaat?” The word is so high pitch I bet only dogs can hear it. “I do not.”
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so tired if you could keep it in your pants.” My mouth drops open and I’m ready to give him hell, but he turns around and flashes me a smirk. He’s fucking with me. I’m still too tired to come up with a retort.
As soon as we get to the hotel and check in, I order room service. I think my stomach is starting to eat itself and I am far too exhausted to go anywhere else to eat. I don’t even want to leave this room until the next game.
Luckily, the game isn’t until tomorrow since we flew across the country, but baseball is wild. I didn’t realize there were games literally every single day. I’m exhausted from all the games and I’m not even the one playing in them.
The food finally comes and after I inhale more than should be humanly possible, I fall back on the bed, content to succumb to a food coma. Hollis has other plans. His hand snakes up my thigh, tickling and teasing me. Calloused fingertips awaken every nerve within, setting me on fire.
“What happened to me being so exhausted you weren’t going to have sex with me?” I ask with my eyelids half closed.
“Watching you inhale enough food for two people just really gets me going.” I hear the laugh in his tone and I swat at him, but since I’m not looking, I miss.
He grips my thigh and leans in, covering my neck and cheek with kisses. Will I have sex with him right now if he keeps at it? Absolutely. Will I fall asleep halfway through? There’s a distinct possibility. Before he can kiss me anywhere else and progress further into the land of fuckery, my phone rings. He rolls away, snatching it off the nightstand.
“Saved by the bell.” I take my phone and open one eye, seeing the name Jackson on the screen. I force myself to sit up and hit the little green button to answer the call.
“Hey, Jackson.”
Hollis crosses the room to give me space but doesn’t go far. He sits at the desk and watches me. Weirdo.
“Hey, little sis. You sound tired. That baseball player of yours keeping you up all night?” I groan. I so do not want to talk about this with my brother.
“How’s Ben?” I pivot, hoping to focus on his love life instead of my own.
“We broke up like a month ago.” Shit. I need to check in with him more often.
“What happened?”
“He cheated with one of his coworkers.”
“Dick. Want me to kill him?”
“Kind of.”
I laugh, though my heart hurts for my brother. I glance at Hollis. If the roles were reversed, Jackson would kill him in a heartbeat. I rub at my chest because the mere thought of him cheating on me causes me physical pain. I pivot the conversation once more to distract myself and not allow those thoughts to develop into a full blown panic spiral. “How’s the real world?”
My brother followed in my parents’ footsteps and went on to medical school and is in his intern year at Johns Hopkins for Ophthalmology. Show off.
“Lila, you know I didn’t call you to tell you about my internship.”
I groan and my eyes flit back to Hollis. I hold his gaze while I give my brother the cliff notes version of the last couple of weeks. “We met at a game, we hung out, I had a lobotomy, and now I’m willingly traveling around the country to be a roadie for the Sox.”
“I don’t think baseball has roadies.”
“It sounds cool. Let me have this.”
He laughs and I can’t help my answering smile. I love and miss my brother. We were always pretty close growing up, but with medical school and internships and Hollis, it’s been hard to keep in touch.
“Do I need to meet this guy and have a talk with him?” His voice gets deeper as he enters Big Brother Mode.
“It’d be real cool if you didn’t.”
“You say the word, I’ll kick his ass. I don’t care who he is.”
“I love you, J.”
“Love you too, little sis. I gotta run. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Send me Ben’s address.”
“Only if you promise to not mail him an actual bag of dog shit.”
“That was one time.”
He hangs up without another word.
I toss my phone onto the bed and glance at Hollis who is watching me with amusement. I swear this man must never get bored. I need to call up the E! Network and score a reality show because it seems I’m interesting as hell to watch.
“So, that was your brother, huh? When do I get to meet him?”
“I
don’t know, probably at the wedding.” His smile drops in an instant; mine gets bigger. “Wow, so I can make you speechless.” He crumbles up a ball of paper and throws it at me. “You wound me. First, you decline my proposal, now you’re throwing things at me. What did I do to deserve this?”
He crosses the room like a panther and climbs on the bed to attack me, his prey. “If that’s your idea of a proposal, I don’t need to do anything extravagant. Your standards are pretty low.”
“Give me an onion ring and I’m yours.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Though planning our metaphorical never-gonna-happen wedding is fun, we fall into bed, doing something even more fun.
FIFTEEN
Lila
“Are you sure you’re not mad?” I bite my lip, clutching Hollis’ hand in mine. I’m sitting on my knees, not letting him get more than an arm’s length away. My hair is what I call bedhead chic, I’m wearing nothing but one of his oversized tees, and I think these facts are working in my favor.
Hollis is shirtless, which is half the reason I’m still holding onto him. Maybe if I tug hard enough on his arm he’ll fall right back under the covers with me.
It’s a losing battle considering he has to be at the field soon and the nail is put in the coffin when he backs away and tugs a shirt over his head. There goes my eye candy.
“I promise I’m not mad. Would you like me to say it in French? Italian? Sign language? Braille? What can I do to convince you?”
“Me.”
“Wha—” he starts, but catches up the minute I wiggle my eyebrows. “I would stay in bed with you all day if I could.” He takes another step toward the door and I slump lower on the bed. “Enjoy your day. I’ll see you tonight.”
“I don’t get a kiss?” If he kisses me, I’ll shove him onto the bed and straddle him to keep him from leaving. I’m sure that’ll hold him in place.
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