by Alexa Davis
Eventually, I heard her come out of the bathroom, but I forced my eyes to remain fixed on the pan in front of me. I didn’t want to turn around, however hard the pull was, just in case she was only in a towel. This situation was already confusing enough; I didn’t want to add to it.
“So, how’s the meal coming along?” She peered around me, making me jump.
As I laid my eyes upon her, I was glad to see she had some clothes on, rather than a towel, but what she was wearing had my eyes popping out of my head. It wasn’t a fancy dress, and she had absolutely no makeup on, with her wet hair scraped back. If anything, she looked ready for bed, not anything date-like at all, but the leggings she had on clung to her legs and butt so tightly that it made me want to nibble on her, and her white t-shirt was damp, slightly see through, and had her nipples poking through.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could practically see everything. This was too much temptation.
“Yeah, good,” I stammered, foolishly. “You’ll love it. In fact, it’s almost ready, so you might want to take your seat.”
She sat down, taking the distraction with her, and I did my best to steady my breathing while I could. Just because Eliza looked sexy as hell, it didn’t mean anything. If she was trying to seduce me, then she’d be wearing something tight fitting and slutty. No, this was so casual, I couldn’t read anything into it. I just had to keep my head screwed on and get through this.
“So, how was your day at work?” I asked as I joined her at the table with the food. “Apart from being quiet.”
“It was good.” She nodded slowly. “I mean, I learned that the guy Laynee has been sort of dating is an asshole, but apart from that, okay.”
“Yeah? How so?”
“Well, I already knew it was going to turn out that way, to be honest.” She sighed deeply. “But I couldn’t tell her that. I probably should have, but I don’t know how to do it. I wish I was more like my grandma; she was great at straight shooting.”
“She sounds awesome,” I replied with baited breath. Considering how Eliza had reacted last time to something linked to her grandmother, I didn’t know how this conversation would go. At the same time, I wanted her to open up to me in a way that I’d never felt with anyone else. Plus, if we were talking, it kept my eyes off her body.
“Yeah, she was, she was great to me.” She smiled and took another bite of food. “She raised me from a very young age because my parents were killed in a car accident, so she was everything to me. I was absolutely devastated to lose her last year. I think that might be why things went under a little bit. Greif made it hard for me to focus.”
I nodded, wishing that I could have something comforting to say. I wasn’t any good at emotional stuff because I was so used to shutting down and closing my emotions off. I’d never cared about being that way before, I’d easily accepted it as who I was, but now I felt like I wanted more from myself.
But as I glanced up, racking my brain to think of anything to say, I noticed that Eliza had already moved on, and she was feeding Veil from her plate.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed in shock. “Do you know how long it took me to train him not to beg for food from my plate?” Months and months, all undone in under a few moments. The funny thing was, I wasn’t mad about it.
“Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” she said as she waved her hand dismissively at me. “You’re so strict with this poor dog; you must drive him crazy.”
“He doesn’t feel anger.” I shook my head and smiled. “He’s a dog. Dog’s don’t have the same emotions that humans do.”
But she was paying me no attention, patting Veil and feeding him regardless. I rolled my eyes and continued to eat my own food before the dog turned his attention to me; I wasn’t about to share my dinner with anyone!
“Did you buy dessert?” I asked as a joke as I stood up from the table. I was so stuffed that I couldn’t eat another bite, but I enjoyed doing anything to rile up a reaction from Eliza. I just enjoyed the attention from her, in whatever form it came. “Ice cream or cake? Something like that?”
“Are you a human trash can?” she exclaimed. “I haven’t even finished, and I wouldn’t be able to eat another thing.”
“I’m surprised you’re full, since you gave up so much of your food to Veil!”
She grabbed some of the meat from her plate and hung it over my dog. “Don’t make me give this to him, as well,” she teased, staring daringly into my eyes.
She seemed to be begging me to come over to her, to play fight with her, and my body reacted accordingly. I was at the desperate stage where I would do just about anything to touch her, and I couldn’t fight that temptation for another second longer. I feared I might explode.
“Don’t you dare,” I shot back with a glint in my eye, moving tauntingly to her. “Don’t make me fight you.”
“As if,” she snorted. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I took that as a challenge, and I grabbed her wrists. She struggled to get away from me, but only half-heartedly, laughing the entire time. I felt my pulse kick up a notch, my stomach heat up, and my cock flicker to attention. This was getting too much... I needed to pull away... I should have stood back, but I didn’t.
Eventually, the atmosphere in the room shifted, and I felt her turning into me, as if she were being pulled by invisible strings, unable to control herself. She felt amazing as her body curved into mine, and my lips moistened with anticipation.
Was this real? Were we actually overstepping the boundary that we’d been dancing around for what felt like forever?
Her eyes met mine, and I could see a fire blazing there. This thing I was feeling, she was experiencing it, as well, and that was too much. How could I reject the feelings if we were both having them?
I cocked my head and leaned in slightly, just testing the water, and I watched in awe as she imitated me. This was real, she wanted to kiss, we were getting closer...
Then our lips crashed together and fireworks exploded inside of me. I felt things that I’d never experienced before, and it was phenomenal.
At first, we were tentative, careful with one another, but soon the passion overtook us, and I grabbed her around the waist to pull her close. Eliza dropped the food and wrapped her hands around my neck, and while I heard Veil lapping it up, I no longer cared. He could eat everything he pleased! I was finally kissing Eliza.
Everything that we’d been through so far had all been leading up to this moment. All the chemistry, the emotions, the temptation, it had all been building to this, and now we were free to explore that.
“Are you okay?” I finally pulled back long enough to murmur against her lips. I didn’t want to assume anything. I didn’t want to push any boundaries. I just wanted to have the fun that she was comfortable with.
“Take me to the bedroom,” she whispered lustily back, lightly digging her nails into my neck. She was pressing into me, making her feelings clear – and making me ecstatic. I was the luckiest son of a bitch around.
“Anything milady commands,” I joked, picking her up as though she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around me, and I could feel a heat coming from her. Maybe she had been thinking about this for as long as I had. Now, in the heat of the moment, it was very difficult to understand the logical reasons I’d thought of for us keeping apart. We should have been doing this the entire time.
Chapter Sixteen
Eliza – Friday
As my legs claimed his waist, I could feel something very impressive waiting for me, pressing up against me, and it was making me intense, needy, volatile. The heat surrounding us both, the lust clinging to every inch of my skin, made my breaths come out short, sharp, and ragged. I sounded a little like a breathless crazy person, but I didn’t even care.
I hadn’t exactly planned for the night to go this way, but now that we’d overstepped that boundary, I felt hungry for him, and it was a relief to have that passion flowing free.
We crashed through
his bedroom door, our faces stuck together. As he pulled back to toss me back onto his sheets, the dark desire behind his gaze sent a tingling warmth through my entire body. With Milo, in the heat of the moment, there wasn’t any second guessing myself. I knew exactly how he felt about me – it was written all over his face.
I lay there panting for a few moments, gently biting my lip while I flicked my eyes all over his face. How did I ever think that Milo was grumpy? Under that tough exterior, there was so much more to him.
As he finally gave in and climbed onto the bed to hover over me, my heart thundered excitedly at the weight and heat of his body joining mine. I lightly stroked my fingers over his face, caressing his strong jaw, the light stubble still there. The powerful heat was still there between us, still overwhelming us both, but we were taking the small timeout to just look at one another.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he finally murmured. Then all of a sudden, we were kissing like there was no tomorrow all over again. It was as if we were horny teenagers who just couldn’t cope any longer.
He yanked at my t-shirt, needing it off, and it hit me that I didn’t have a bra on underneath. It had seemed like the easiest thing to do with my wet body when I hopped out of the shower, but now it felt more purposeful – as if I’d done it to attract him. That thought only served to wind my body up even further, until I felt a little like a metal coil ready to pounce and explode at any given moment. I arched my back, pressing my body up against Milo, moaning with joy while he exposed my naked breasts to the sharp, cold air.
Milo wasn’t about to give me a second to get used to that, though; his lips were hungrily wrapped around my nipples in a heartbeat, leaving me gasping and needy. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, tugging every so often when the heat became too much. Luckily, he didn’t seem to even notice me pawing at him, or if he did, he wasn’t reacting even one bit.
When he finally seemed to understand that it was all getting a little too much for me, his lips kissed their way back up my neck until they connected with my mouth once more.
His tongue parted my lips and began exploring my mouth, all the while my brave hands were slowly creeping down his body. Despite what I’d told Laynee, I had been thinking about this for far too long, and I needed to know what he felt like.
Sensing where my fingers were headed, passion growled within him and he grabbed hold of my hand, encouraging it down further. He moved me until I could fumble with his zipper, freeing him and giving me the opportunity to dip into his boxers...
“Oh, shit,” I whispered as his pulsating erection reacted to my touch. He was huge, thick, and needy, and that made me gulp down a seriously loud cry. My core tingled angrily for him; I literally had to pin myself down to hold that position. I didn’t want to dive on him, not just yet – I didn’t want this to be over too quickly.
I curled my fingers tightly around him, slowly moving my touch up and down his shaft, causing his thighs to tense up and his whole body to shake just a little bit. He kissed me hard, bolting electricity throughout my entire body, causing us both to grunt excitedly, waiting for what was next to come.
I didn’t even know that it could feel that way, that I could want someone so much. It was almost too much to handle. I felt sexual, sensual, like a goddess, and that was all because of Milo... and the way that he so clearly needed this as much as I did.
“Stop,” he gasped noisily, tugging my hand away from him. “I can’t... Not yet...”
He moved slowly downward, pulling my sweatpants off. He teasingly rubbed his fingers on the outside of my cotton panties, giving us both a preview of what was to come.
“So hot...” he gasped, struggling to hold himself up above me. “So wet...”
“All because of you,” I admitted, sliding my eyes shut. Maybe I was being a little too honest with Milo, but in all honesty, I’d been holding everything back for such a long time that it felt like a relief to let it all free. “You... You feel so good.”
Soon his entire body was between my knees, and my eyes snapped open in shock. He was kneeling up above me now, staring down at me with that deep, dark desire, and I had no idea where he was going to take me next. Nothing about him was boring; things with Josh had quickly gotten that way.
My heart pounded, my body shuddered, and my eyes glanced everywhere, drinking every little delicious bit of him in. He was muscular – he had an eight-pack – and that made me almost scream with joy.
His fingers trailed teasingly up my thigh, sending me into an intoxicating coma, then my underwear slid slowly down, tickling my hypersensitive skin as it went.
His lips were all over my thighs, getting dangerously closer to where I almost couldn’t take it anymore, and I had to fist the sheets beneath me to keep myself from losing my head entirely. As his tongue ran up and down my slit, a guttural yell burst from my chest. My body buckled, shook violently, and I knew there was no way I could handle this. I was already so close to the edge of desire that if he got even one inch closer to me, I would lose my shit completely.
“Fuck me, Milo,” I begged, not even caring how desperate and needy I sounded. “I need you.”
Luckily, he seemed to sense my desperation. His mouth was soon back on mine, his hands circling my hips. I could feel his cock pressing up against my belly button, and it was all I could zone in on. I needed him – if I didn’t have him right now, then I was about to yell out in frustration.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to take control.
I pushed Milo backward until he was flat on the sheets, and I climbed over him to straddle him quickly, before he could even take the time to think about what I was doing, never mind stop me... Although, judging by the wicked smile on his lips, he wouldn’t have wanted to stop me anyway!
I held onto him, maintaining a fiery eye contact, then I angled him inside of me until I could slide down his length in the most comfortable position possible. I began thrusting experimentally, trying to find the best angle and rhythm for both of us.
Eventually, I had him panting heavily. The pleasure was building up intensely inside of him, and I had him hitting my clit with every single movement, creating a powerful wave inside of me, too.
I had never felt like this before. I’d never been so willing to surrender. Nothing had ever felt so incredible. This was even more blissful than the pleasure I could give myself.
“Oh, my God.” I crumbled as the hot bliss became relentless. I crashed, flying through the abyss, pleasure bounding over me more and more powerfully with every passing second. “Oh, Milo.”
He held me tight, supporting me while everything else fell apart, but I could feel a change happening within him, too. He became slack, faltering, and he succumbed to the pleasure as easily and readily as me. I took advantage of that, leaning forward to press my lips up against his and creating a bond at the most pivotal, vulnerable moment between us, creating a time that I never thought I would forget.
As we lay next to one another panting, the post-coital bliss finally subsided and a cold shame washed over me instead. There was a reason that I wanted to hide my feelings for Milo. I’d been doing my best to keep away from him for both of our benefits, and now... Well, now I had no idea what was going to happen.
Just because Milo had opened up to me a little bit, there were still some very big, obvious things about him that he hadn’t shared, and he probably never would. Much as I liked him, as deeply as I felt, this was never going to become a thing. We would never be anything more than a fling. We lived too far apart for that. I didn’t even know if Milo was a relationship sort of guy, never mind the sort who could handle long distance. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure if I could do it, either.
I freaked out. That was the only way to describe it. Panic set in. I shuffled uncomfortably and did my best to look at Milo out of the corner of my eye, trying to work out what he was feeling, but now his expression had returned to stoic. I wasn’t getting anything from him.
What if he wants to
get rid of me? What if he’s worried about me getting the wrong idea? I needed to make my escape quickly, so that he didn’t think I cared.
“So, erm, I’m going to go back to my room,” I practically whispered while I scrabbled around under the sheets for my underwear. I flushed bright red as all my dignity flew out of the window. It seemed like such a good idea to have him throw my clothes all around the room in the heat of the moment, but now that I had to try and get dressed, I just felt silly. “I just need to... Oh, thank you.”
He handed me my t-shirt, and our eyes connected for a moment. The look behind his gaze was totally unreadable. I felt sad and ashamed, foolish for giving into something that would clearly change everything. We wouldn’t be able to act in the same friendly, slightly flirty way again. I would miss that.
“So, yeah... Goodnight.” I stepped backward, refusing to look at him again. I didn’t want to see any confusion on his expression; it might just change my mind. “Yeah... Bye...”
I cringed as I clicked the door behind me, hating my silly, idiotic self. Why can I never deal with a situation coolly? Why do I always have to sound like a bumbling idiot? I was going to have to find a way to deal with the awkwardness somehow – after all, I was stuck here until the damn pipes in my home were fixed.
Ugh, what a fool; why didn’t I just keep it in my pants? Now, what will happen?
Chapter Seventeen
Milo – Saturday
Why didn’t Eliza want to stay with me? Am I that... un-cuddly?
I mean, I wasn’t expecting her to want to marry me or anything, but it was usually me making the quick escape. It felt strange to be on the other side of that. It actually made me feel a little bad for doing it myself. Maybe I should have been a little more thoughtful; maybe this was karma coming back to bite me in the ass.