She really needed to stop saying addiction.
“I’m a flawed guy, what can I say?” I shrugged, laughing at the irony of it all.
“Well, I like flaws. Flaws are real. Forget being perfect all the time, it’s over-rated.” Her hair was getting picked up by the air conditioning, sleek brownish-golden waves were whisked around, filling the air with her scent. It was so fucking intoxicating.
“I agree, everyone has something.”
A moment of silence between us, her hips feeling like smooth waves under my grip.
“What’s your something?” she asked, not knowing what kind of a can of worms she was opening. I didn’t have just "a something". I had quite a few somethings, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell her. Not everything. I wanted to divulge some things though, I really did. Something about her was making it easy for me to talk, to just be. This girl was unwinding me with an ease that scared me.
“You don’t hold back any punches do you?” I asked, walking up the steps to her apartment building, stopping just short of the door. I leaned up against the rail, Courtney falling in and leaning on my chest, her head tilted up at me so I could see her beautiful, expressive eyes. I wrapped both my hands around her lower waist, circling her, protecting her.
“I just… I dunno, I feel like you’re someone I really want to get to know.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Oh, now you’re going to put me on the spot?” She said, smiling up at me, her teeth were a pearly white underneath the moonlight intermixed with light shining down from a hoarder’s apartment.
“You make me feel different. I’ve dealt with douchebags, plenty of times. But you’re not the same. And I know, I know. That’s straight out of a cheesy Katherine Heigl movie, but it’s true.” Her hands climbed up my back, gliding over my strong shoulders, wrapping underneath my biceps. She took a deep breath in and I wondered if she was just as drunk by my scent as I was with hers.
“You make me feel different too,” I said, smirking down towards her, my hands falling lower and lower down her back, feeling the curves underneath my hands. I nudged her in closer to me, I wanted to feel her.
“You know that sensation you get when you see a really special movie, one that kind of sits with you forever, hitting just that perfect emotional note and not letting go?” she asked, biting her lower lip just the slightest.
“Yeah, I do actually.”
Mine had recently been Silver Linings Playbook, a film that struck me pretty deeply.
“Well, that’s how you make me feel. Like I could watch you over and over and over again and I would never get bored. I would learn something new every time and fall for you just the same.” Her fingers closed a bit around the fabric of my shirt, feeling the ripples of muscle underneath. I was beginning to feel the familiar loss of control, the one that pushes out most logical thoughts and takes over. A powerful hunger that was threatening to crash over the both of us. I could feel the electricity in her grip too, she needed me just as bad as I needed her..
“Do you want to come in,” she said, pushing herself off of me just the slightest bit, looking up at me and expecting an answer. Which answer she was expecting, I couldn’t really say, so I tried the best option.
CHAPTER TEN
She smiled back at me as she pushed the door open, revealing a quaint apartment, Eiffel-towel pillows and pink couch included. It was charming, something about it felt like… well it felt like home. A bit collegy but still home. It felt like I could relax for once and not worry, not stress over anything. It made me forget about the drugs.
Oh fuck, the drugs.
“Mind if I run to the bathroom?” I asked, hoping she would point out the way.
“Yeah, just make a right past the kitchen, first door on your left.”
The bathroom was also stylized in a particular way, an inspirational quote superimposed over a block of bright pink was pinned up behind the toilet. I looked at myself in the mirror, my skin slightly pale. I cupped my hands and gathered enough warm water to wash my face with.
I don’t need them. I’ve lived without the drugs. I’m fine.
The words ‘I’m fine’ were beginning to lose their significance to me, but I continued thinking them anyway, because if I didn’t think I was fine then I would have lost my mind. I collected myself, noticed the color coming back into my skin, and left the bathroom, walking down her carpeted hallway. Family photos adorned the walls, some including a very young Courtney and Emma.
“Nice apartment,” I said, sitting down on a stool she had by the wet bar.
“Thanks, nothing too fancy but what the hell,” she said, shrugging as she slipped off her heels and placed them neatly by the door. Her bare feet seemed to glide across the beige carpet, her movements dreamlike. I wasn’t sure if it was some rare effect from withdrawal or if Courtney was actually this perfect, but I needed to act on it somehow.
“Do you have any wine?” I asked, opening her fridge after she nodded to it. I poured us both two glasses of the finest Barefoot Moscato and slid down to sit next to her on the couch, throwing an arm over her shoulder and letting her nestle in. She brought her feet up and tucked them underneath her, causing her the hem of her dress to ride up that much higher. I took a sip of the sweet wine and set the glass down on the side table, putting my hand down on her exposed knee, the contact sending small little shockwaves run through my nervous system.
“So you never told me about your stuff?” she asked, still wanting to know more about me. I was about to open up, I really was, but the nightmare I had during my coma came rushing back, stealing the words straight out of my mouth, leaving me slightly breathless. It was a reality I didn’t want to experience, a memory I tried to bury deep down in my psyche. I couldn’t have it coming back to haunt me.
“It’s ok, you don’t have to say anything,” she said, really meaning it. Her lips meeting the clear glass rim and taking in the white wine, a soft shine spreading across her full lips.
“I used to be addicted to drugs,” I said, deciding to just go all in. Well, almost all in. I still couldn’t tell her about everything, but I could tell her about my past, er current, struggle. It felt like I needed too. And to my immense relief, she didn’t seem repulsed or disgusted. A little surprised maybe, but she stayed there, her hand coming to encircle mine.
“Wow, and look at you, doctor.” It seemed as if she was genuinely happy for me.
"That's incredible though, it really is. I'm so glad you were able to stop it all," she said, once again, her authentic happiness and pride overtaking me. I began to feel a little guilty, remembering how good I felt with the painkiller running through me. But then here was Courtney, the source of all the happiness I needed.
“So that D.A.R.E. program was wrong then? Shouldn’t it be: do drugs and become a doctor!”
Her lips curled up at the corners again. Her ability to control the mood of the conversation was stunned me once again as I now found myself laughing just after I admitted one of my biggest secrets.
“Well, I’m not sure if that’s the motto we want to be spreading. Wasn’t an easy road that’s for sure.” I said, still smiling a bit. I noticed her breathing, her chest rising up and down with each intake of oxygen and expulsion of carbon dioxide. It was something no one ever really notices, but I wanted to see everything on Courtney. I wanted to watch her beautiful shape for hours on end, just taking in her perfection.
My hand rose higher up her thigh, gliding back down to her knee and repeating the motion, her skin feeling like a perfect cloud underneath my touch.
I wanted to feel all of her.
“Well, that just makes me like you even more, Dr. Silvers,” she said. Something about her using my title turned me on. It could have been a small doctor complex, but could anyone really blame me? Hearing her say it made me involuntarily pump my thighs together, feeling myself growing inside my briefs.
“Anything else I could do to make you like me some more?” I
asked, my hand climbing higher up her thigh than last time, my fingers just sliding underneath the soft, jet black fabric of her dress. She smiled at me and shifted forward, allowing my hand to slide higher up her leg as she came in and hovered just above my lips. Our breaths met in between the centimeter length space that was between our lips. My hand now found her lacy pink panties, feeling her wetness start soaking through the thin fabric.
Her lips parted, letting out a small moan but still not meeting mine. Her hands climbed up to the back of my head, grabbing a tuft of my hair in her grip. I couldn’t take it, I brought my face forward and parted her mouth with my firm tongue, a hunger consuming the both of us. My fingers pressed down on her covered mound, releasing another moan from her. Our tongues intertwined in a passionate dance, her hands gripping more of my hair and pulling.
I slid her panties to the side with a thick finger and felt her wetness soak me. She gently gyrated her hips forward, rubbing herself on my open palm, my finger now teasing her entrance, just at the edge but not giving her what she wanted, not just yet.
I wanted her so bad, but I wanted her to need me even more. I needed to taste her desire.
I pulled my hand a way and started making my way down, kissing the tops of her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her dress, feeling her taught nipples through the thin fabric. She moaned a little deeper as I began to plant kisses on the insides of her thighs, leading up to her soaking wet center. I pressed my mouth to her mound, tasting her moisture through the lace.
I slid off her panties and exposed her, spreading her legs farther apart so I could really bask in her excitement. I pushed down and drove my tongue in between her plump lips, tasting her on my lips as she bucked forward, the sensation sending her close to the edge.
As my tongue made circles around her swollen clit, a finger slid in through her wet entrance, finding little resistance. I explored her, feeling her inner walls, her body turning soft and then clenching anew around me.
My finger slid out of her as I pushed her back, my hands coming down on either side of her as she laid her head down on the arm of the couch, a pillow cushioning her underneath. Our tongues were interlocked once again as I adjusted myself over her, my cock throbbing against my jeans.
“Take these off,” Courtney whispered, unzipping the front and pulling them down past my thighs. She teased the green waistband of my briefs, pulling them down and allowing my rock hard cock to burst free. The tip already slick with pre-cum, begging to be deep inside Courtney.
She moaned as she reached down and grabbed my dick, her tiny hands barely able to encircle the full size of it. Our lips were still pressed together as Courtney began to jack me off while I held myself above her, inches away from her soft, warm, wet love. I took a hand and brought it up to her pussy, spreading her thighs apart and gliding my middle finger into her, pushing up against her sensitive spot and again finding little resistance with how wet she was.
She gasped underneath me, throwing her head back a little and finally breaking our kiss. Not for long though, her mouth finding mine in an instant. My hand began pressing down harder and harder, the top of my palm rubbing against her sensitive clit, sending shockwaves through the both of us. I teased another finger, pushing in and stretching her tightness, feeling her wrap around me. She pushed upwards, devouring me inside of her. I broke our kiss and moved down to her neck, tasting her sweet skin, nibbling at her tender neck that was quickly becoming flushed with passion.
“Jason, you feel so good,” she whispered into my ear, her breath tickling me as I continued to suck on her neck.
“You’re turn to take this off,” I said, reaching the tops of her breasts and feeling the need to run my tongue across her nipples. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, bringing my wet hand to my cock, stroking it with her juices as she slipped out of her dress and took off her slightly see-through lace underwear. It was a light pink, complimenting her flushed skin just perfectly.
Her breasts, now exposed, were just as beautiful as I would have imagined. My hand cupped one, feeling the curves, running up against her erect nipples, causing waves of pleasure to take over the both of us. I took my eager mouth to her pointed excitement, licking the tenderness, running my firm tongue across her nipples while my cock inched closer to her.
“I need you inside me,” she said, her voice being interjected with pleasure filled moans and consumed with desire. Her head was thrown back again as I climbed my way back up, kissing her soft, flower-like skin as I went. I leaned over and grabbed a condom out of my pocket, slipping it on just as her hand circled my shaft again and guided it to her wet entrance.
“I need to be inside of you.”
“Be slow,” she said. I pushed forward, feeling the wetness crown the tip of my cock. I drove farther, spreading her lips and feeling her warmth encircle me. She was so tight against my pulsing dick. I thrust a little harder, driving in deeper, stretching her inner walls. She gasped a little at my size but tilted her hips forward, accepting me in even further. I slid in deep, one final thrust burying my cock inside of her.
We both moaned as I fell forward, kissing her again, our bodies united into one. It was bliss. It was absolute perfection. Nothing could offer this feeling.
Nothing at all.
I pulled up and pumped back down, stretching her again, sending immeasurable levels of pleasure through her system. Her wetness was shooting similar levels of ecstasy barreling through me, taking my breath away with each thrust. I felt like I was whole again.
“You feel so good,” I grunted into her neck, fucking her harder now. Thrusting deeper. She pushed up into me, taking me in even farther. Her nails were beginning to claw into my back.
“You’re so big,” she moaned, her lips brushing up against mine with each thrust, her breasts bouncing in the motion. I craved this and she gave me exactly what I needed.
This was fucking bliss.
“I want you on top of me,” I said, pulling out of her with one wet motion and grabbing her hips. Before she could even answer, I lifted her up and twirled her around so that she was facing me. I held her there, hovering over my straining cock, glistening with her juices. She came down on me slowly, her hands on my chest. She leaned forward and pushed back, sitting down on the length of my entire thick rod. She rocked forward, the motion feeling like bliss as she brought her face down, her hair falling over the both of us. I got lost in the scent as she continued to ride me, her fingers digging deeper into my chest as her motions became more frantic. More hungry.
I knew what was coming.
She let out a loud moan and threw her head back as her body shook under my grip, her inner-walls spasming around my thick cock, pulsing with each orgasmic wave that rolled through her. Her eyes were held shut tight as her toes curled while she collapsed down onto me, my dick still buried deep inside her.
She kissed my chest and started to fuck me even harder, her pace picking up until she was slamming down on my cock. I thrusted upwards, hitting her spot again, rendering her a piece of clay under my hands, which were now surrounding her beautiful breasts, pinching on the nipples. I thrusted harder.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
I let out a grunt as I pushed into her, burying myself, my full size. I reached my plateau, shooting into an orgasmic wave, spasms locking my muscles as my dick pumped inside of her, emptying my sticky load. This threw her into another climax, every fiber in her body quivering as her nails scratched bright pink lines into my chest, running over the tattoo under my clavicle.
Our bodies felt like silly putty as Courtney collapsed down on top of me, taking a deep breath as I still stayed inside of her.
“That was… incredible,” she said, her lips just centimeters above mine again. She planted a few quick kisses in succession, flicking her tongue upwards on the last one.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” I said, pulling out of her, my hand circling her perfect ass, sliding
over her silky smooth skin. I felt like I didn’t have to be anywhere, see anyone, worry about anything for years and years. This girl was doing too much too fast.
She took her soft lips up to mine, running a hand through my hair, our thighs carrying each others. The warmth between us swelled to a relaxing amount, keeping us interlocked like that until we each began to lull asleep, held tight in each other’s arms.
“We better go to bed before Emma gets in,” Courtney said, looking up at me, “that is if you are staying obviously. You don’t have to,” she quickly added.
“Let’s go,” I said, locking our lips into another passionate kiss as I lifted her up and carried her over to her room, her bare legs wrapped around my waist. We crashed into the bed, intertwined still as our kisses slowed, our lids got heavier.
I fell asleep that night. I also realized one thing.
I realized this girl was all I could ever have dreamed about.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The morning greeted us both with some extremely bright light that insisted on beaming through Courtney's curtainless blinds. The white light was strong enough to force me into turning over and burying my head under the pillow, not wanting to wake up. And then I realized I was sleeping next to a naked Courtney. I lifted the pillow and was greeted with a beautiful mane of her dirty blond waves, moving gently from my small breaths. I threw an arm over her and brought her in closer, cradling her body in the shape of mine.
She pouted a little before opening her eyes.
I wasn’t a morning person either.
Once the haze wore off, Courtney smiled at me, wiggling back into me and creating an even better fit. I felt like I could lay there for hours, spooning like two lovers permanently attached down the middle. Her hair still smelled like coconut and palm trees.
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