So, That Got Weird

by Amelia Kingston

  “Don’t you want to see my homework?” she asks in a near whisper.

  As much as I’m eager to see every bit of her right now, the excitement in her eyes and the temptation of seeing her in some sexy lingerie is too much to resist.

  “I absolutely do.”

  I give the crest of her beautiful breasts one last kiss each before I let her go. She scampers off toward her bedroom with one timid glance over her shoulder at me. I give her a reassuring smile. This girl has no idea what she does to me.

  “It’s not black. Or lacy,” she calls out from her bedroom. Thank God. Maybe I stand half a chance of not creaming my jeans tonight.

  “So what? Does it make you feel sexy?” I ask dismissively.

  “Yes.”

  “Then it’s perfect. Now, get your ass out here!” I demand.

  The door to her bedroom creaks open, followed by the pitter-patter of her bare feet gingerly traipsing across the living room until she comes into view. My jaw drops.

  It’s not black and lacy. It’s red and silky.

  I devour every inch of her body, hungry for the sight of her delicious curves. The thin straps of the red teddy expose her slim shoulders. Her hard nipples peek through the thin fabric, which is held on by two meager strings tied in a small bow in the front. One quick pull and she would be standing there in nothing but her panties.

  I resist the urge to unwrap her like a present, savoring the teasing delight of her pale skin against the scarlet lingerie. The fabric flares at her hips, exposing her smooth stomach. My gaze sinks lower to the matching red panties and her creamy thighs.

  I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Elizabeth right now.

  “Well? Do you like it?” she asks timidly, as if there’s a chance in hell I wouldn’t approve.

  I fucking love it.

  Thankfully, I catch myself before I say the dirty L word. I’m too distracted to worry about how easily that word comes to mind.

  “You look amazing.” I don’t know if it’s my words or the obvious desire behind them that makes her smile, but it’s the last straw. I can’t resist any longer. I need to have my hands on her. I cross the living room in three large steps and take her in my arms. The force of our bodies slamming together causes us both to gasp.

  I don’t kiss her.

  First, I need to know she’s prepared for what’s going to happen tonight.

  “I’m going to take you into your bedroom, strip you naked and worship every inch of your body. I’m going to make you come until you are so exhausted you beg me to stop.” My expression is serious and my voice sober. I mean every word.

  “But the sex-abus…” She pauses, her breath picking up. She licks her lips. Gazing up at me with those trusting chocolate eyes, she whispers, “Okay.”

  I sweep her up in my arms and carry her back to her bedroom. I lay her down on the bed before taking a step back, trying to slow myself down. I want to luxuriate in every minute with Elizabeth tonight. I stand at the end of her bed, taking a moment to admire the tantalizing sight of her milky skin against the red silk.

  She rakes her gaze down my body. I pull off my shirt, enjoying the way she bites her lip at the sight of my tight abs. She wants this as much as I do. Her gaze follows my hands as I flick open the fly on my jeans, one button at a time. I ease them down my thighs and kick them aside.

  My thin boxer briefs riding low on my hips don’t do much to contain my hard cock. She can see the outline of every inch. She swallows hard as she stares up at me. Her breath is ragged and I know she’s both scared and excited.

  “It’s okay, Goose. We can take this as slow as you need,” I tell her, not sure how much I mean it, how much self-control I have left. She nods but doesn’t speak.

  I kneel on the bed at her feet and crawl up her body. My fingers, lips, and tongue dance along her skin as I go. I kiss the inside of her thigh and graze her panties with my thumb. I lick the crest of her hip as I trace up her stomach with my fingertips. I suck on her neck and caress her hard nipples through the thin fabric.

  I pick up one end of the tie at her chest, twirling it around my finger with a smile. I pull slowly, undoing the bow that’s holding the delicate silk together. Once released, it glides down her sides and I’m rewarded with the glorious sight of her bare tits. I cup one in my hand and bring my mouth to the perky nipple of the other. Her skin is hot and delicious.

  I spread her legs apart as I settle between them, resting just enough weight on her to feel the friction of our bodies coming together. I’d be in heaven if it weren’t for how rigid she is underneath me. She’s not the confident woman who was talking dirty on the couch just minutes ago. She’s flipped that switch in her head again. Anxiety overwhelms her. She’s scared and vulnerable. I need her to relax and trust me. Trust herself.

  “You’re holding your breath.”

  “Am I?” she says with a soft exhale.

  “Yes. And you’ve got a death grip on the comforter,” I point out without taking my hands or mouth off her.

  “Sorry.”

  “You don’t need to be sorry. About anything. Just relax.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know.” She lets out a labored sigh. She sounds defeated.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I demand as I suck her nipple into my mouth, causing her to gasp.

  “I can’t.”

  “You can.” I trace my hand down her arm and slip my fingers in between hers, giving them a light squeeze. I lift my head and peer into her eyes. More than pleasure, this is about her feeling safe, confident and in control.

  “A million things,” she answers weakly.

  “Such as?” I stare up at her, riveted.

  “Like, was I supposed to shave down there? I mean, I’m trimmed, but are you expecting shaved? Is there such a thing as being too shaved? Why should I have to shave if you don’t? That’s a sexist double standard. What other primping was I supposed to do? I know I need to trim my fingernails. I bite my nails. Is that something guys care about? Should I get a haircut? Did I use enough deodorant this morning? What if I smell once we get sweaty? I wish I changed the sheets. What am I supposed to do with my hands? Am I supposed to touch you?” She only stops rambling when she runs out of breath.

  “Wow. Okay. So, a lot going on up there.” I smile and give her hand another light squeeze. “How about you try to focus on how this feels?” I dip my head and take her nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around it firmly. She lets out a soft moan, but her body doesn’t relax.

  “I can’t… I can’t stop the thoughts.”

  Unwilling to give up, I rack my brain for how to get her out of her head.

  “Are you willing to try something?” I ask tentatively.

  She bites her lip, stares deep into my eyes and gives a gentle nod. I roll over and sit up against the headboard. I slip the lingerie off her shoulders and pull her into my lap. With her hips nestled between my thighs, her back against my chest, and my arms wrapped around her, we are intimately connected.

  “Close your eyes.”

  She does so without question, dropping her head back against my shoulder. Now I can see her sweet face contorted with insecurity. My chest tightens at the sight.

  “I want you to ignore the thoughts. The doubts. Focus only on my voice and my touch. Understand?”

  She nods.

  “Take off your panties,” I command.

  She doesn’t move.

  “Don’t think. Just do it.”

  She furrows her forehead and pinches her eyes shut tighter but doesn’t argue. She hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slides them off, keeping her thighs closed tight the whole time.

  She’s completely naked and exquisitely beautiful.

  I whisper into her ear, “I’m going to say a word. Just answer with whatever is on the tip of your tongue. Don’t think. Just answer.”

  Again she nods.

  “Hot,”
I breathe into her ear as I brush my fingers over her exposed skin. With a featherlight touch, I begin at her naked shoulders, dip down her collarbone, tease her nipples and stroke down her stomach to her hips. The light tickle of my fingers against her skin causes her to shudder against me. My entire body reacts, calling out for more, as the sensation surges through me.

  “Cold.”

  “Sweet.” I nip at her neck.

  “Sour,” she answers.

  “Soft.” I trail my hands back up the center of her body and cup her breasts. I tease her hard nipples, rolling them between my fingers with firm pressure. She squirms against me with a moan.

  “Hard,” she answers.

  I rock my hips into her.

  “Wet.” I glide my hand down her body, slowing just below her belly button. She grabs my forearm firmly but doesn’t stop me. “Don’t think. Just answer. Wet?”

  “Eager,” she moans out as she releases my arm.

  “Amazing,” I whisper and dip my fingers into her silky folds, circling her sensitive clit.

  “Terrifying.” Her voice is both aroused and strained.

  “Safe.” I hold her tightly against me.

  “Home,” she answers as her body finally relaxes in my arms and her hips grind against mine, the passion rising in her as our bodies and words collide.

  Desire. Want.

  Lust. Need.

  Craving. Hunger.

  Delicious. Devour.

  Her breath is shallow and fast. She’s getting close. I’m desperate to feel her come apart in my arms.

  “Goddess,” I whisper in her ear and the wave of pleasure overtakes her as she climaxes. She moans and trembles. I almost come from her body writhing against mine. I hold her in my arms, savoring every second.

  “Worshiped,” she replies as she settles and her breath returns to normal.

  Chapter Ten

  Elizabeth

  Wrapped up in Austin’s body and his words, I lose myself to him over and over again.

  He wasn’t kidding about those great hands.

  He’s relentless in his pursuit of pleasuring me. In between climaxes, he holds me to his chest, our hearts beating together, trailing figure eights across my body in barely-there touches. Sometime around midnight my body can’t take it any longer, every inch of my skin hypersensitive. He wasn’t lying, I actually have to beg him to stop.

  “Austin, please. No more. I’m exhausted.” The words come out hoarse and dry. Even my voice is overworked. Austin’s chest rumbles with laughter underneath me, sending soft vibrations through my overstimulated body. It’s almost enough for me to ask for one more go.

  Almost.

  But right now, all I’m capable of is sleep. I could sleep for a decade.

  “Had enough, Goose?” Even after hours, his sexy voice and warm breath on my neck are enticing. All night I’ve been the object of his skillful ministrations. He’s been devoted to me and asked nothing in return. It must be a certain kind of torture to go so long without a release.

  Why hasn’t he asked me to touch him? Hell, why hasn’t he even touched himself?

  Maybe he thinks I’d freak out. Quite the opposite. I’ve yet to find a part of Austin that I don’t enjoy gawking at. Touching. Kissing. I have a sudden naughty idea. I act on it before I can chicken out.

  “I think maybe…” I roll over to face him. I’m staring into his eyes as I move my hand down his chest to his boxers. “Maybe it’s your turn.” I’m hoping to sound confident and sexy.

  You missed by miles. More like mousy and creepy.

  My poor attempt at seduction has Austin pulling my hand away. I’m not going to lie, the rejection is the emotional equivalent of getting punched in the nose, equal parts deeply horrifying and excruciatingly painful. It even makes my eyes water, much to my growing embarrassment.

  “Not tonight.” He places my hand on his firm chest and covers it with his own. He must have caught the bewildered look in my eyes. “I want to. Believe me, I want to.” He gives his hips a little thrust, grinding against me as proof of his interest. “But tonight is about you, Elizabeth. Just you.” He gives me a light kiss on the top of my head as he pulls me against his chest. His skin is soft and warm under me. I want to object. I want to explain how much I crave touching him, but I can’t find the words.

  “I… I want… I’d like,” I start and stop about three times, unable to find my voice. He’s watching me with hungry, gentle eyes that are at once disarming and arousing. I wish he didn’t have this power over me. I hate that he does, that I let him.

  “Forget it. Never mind.” I roll over with a sigh, pulling the sheets tightly around me, and make sure to put enough space between us so that no part of our bodies is touching.

  “What the fuck just happened?” he asks in confused awe.

  I don’t answer. He reaches out to touch me, but I flinch and pull away.

  “You went from crazy sexy to crazy crazy in two seconds flat.”

  I still don’t answer.

  Screw him.

  I will not let him have this power over me.

  I can reject him too.

  “Help me out here, my head’s spinning. Elizabeth?” His voice is tender, but it does nothing to assuage the anger in me right now. “Elizabeth.” He shifts to a stern reprimand.

  He sits up in the bed and stares down at me. The muscles in his arms are tensing. He’s trying to control his breath, inhaling deeply and holding it before letting it out in a sigh.

  He’s annoyed.

  Join the club, partner!

  “Fucking talk to me or I swear to God…” He trails off, leaving his threat to linger in the air, letting my mind fill in the blank with my worst fears.

  Or I’ll walk out that door and never come back.

  “Elizabeth!” he shouts, exasperated. Note to self, Austin can’t stand the silent treatment. Maybe I do have a little power over him after all.

  “Fine!” I shout back at him. The bed sheets are thin, but I make sure to keep them in place around me before I confront him. I shoot straight up in bed, squaring my shoulders, and glare at him. “You’re such an ass.”

  We lock eyes with excruciating intensity. The tension between us is off the charts. Austin’s fists are clenched at his sides and his nostrils flare with each angry breath he takes. I have no idea if he wants to kiss me or kill me. I know the feeling.

  “I want to be sexy. Irresistible,” I hiss.

  “You are.” His voice is frank, flat.

  “Obviously, I’m not.” I gesture between us, illustrating the blatant distance.

  My resistibility.

  His rejection.

  His face shifts from anger to something closer to confusion.

  “Jesus, do I have to spell it out for you? I want to touch you, all right! I want to make you come. I want to have the same power over your body as you so clearly have over mine. But you don’t seem to care and begging to touch your cock makes me sound like some desperate slut. So, like I said, forget it. Never. Mind.”

  Embarrassing rant complete, I flop back down onto the bed again and slap my hands over my face to hide how red I know I must be. I don’t make a sound. I don’t move an inch. I don’t even breathe. Every ounce of my being is focused on the giant man in my bed, trying to figure out what he’s going to do next.

  If he’s smart, he’ll run.

  He doesn’t.

  Austin lies down in bed next to me, tracing the line of my jaw with his nose. His lips tease my neck as his sultry baritone whispers, “Goose, if you want to touch me, all you had to do was say so.”

  “I just did,” I deadpan. My heart’s about to beat out of my chest, but I’m sure as hell not going to admit it.

  “Always such a smartass.” Without warning, he pushes my hand down into his boxers and wraps it around his hard length. I gasp.

  Holy shit.

  Holy shit!

  Holy FUCKING shit!

  “Fair warning, I’m not going to last long. You’ve k
ept me hard as a fucking rock all night. All week, actually.” He tightens my grip on him as he guides my hand up and down his length. “Listening to you moan, feeling you come on my fingers.” His voice grows carnal in my ear as he rocks his hips in unison with the strokes of my hand. “You have no idea how badly I want you.” He moves his hand to my breast, cupping and firmly massaging. “I want to be inside you, feel you come on my cock.”

  He caresses my neck with his lips as his sinfully dirty words heat me to my core. I moan and squirm against him. His shaft is slick with pre-cum and I glide over him faster in my excitement, imagining him inside me with every stroke. He slides his hand down between my wet thighs and the second he touches my clit, I explode, screaming his name.

  Austin follows after, with a raspy, “Elizabeth.”

  After our bodies stop quivering, Austin leans over the side of the bed and grabs the tank top I was wearing earlier. He wipes off my hand then himself before tossing it into a hamper at the end of the bed.

  Austin lies back down and pulls me into him. I rest my head in the delicious place where his shoulder meets his chest, a place so comfortable I think it was designed just for me. The last thing I remember as I drift off to sleep is him stroking my back in sweet figure eights.

  * * * *

  My brain vaguely registers some sort of beeping sound just before Austin stirs under me, pulling away. I only closed my eyes a minute ago. It can’t possibly be morning.

  “What time is it?” I mumble, only half awake.

  “Early. Really early.” He reaches for his cell phone in his pants on the floor and silences the alarm. “Go back to sleep. I’ve gotta head out or I’ll be late.”

  “You’re leaving?” I’m sulking, but after last night, how can he run out first thing in the morning? I pull the covers around my body, colder now without Austin lying next to me. Aren’t we supposed to have breakfast, or cuddle, or at least talk?

  He isn’t your boyfriend!

  It’s getting harder every day to think of Austin as just some playboy jock.

  An employee.

  I know this is nothing more than a job to him, but I can’t help feeling there is a connection between us. There has to be something here. He has to feel it too.