Misjudged

by Sarah Elizabeth

  “You’re more breathtaking than the view,” he whispers softly, and I’m finding it hard to breathe as his breaths skim lightly through my hair.

  He strokes his fingers from the top of my neck and down to the small of my back, before slowly trailing them back up again, which sends delightful shivers across my body, and makes me automatically lean back into him. My breathing becomes shallow as his hands roam over my shoulders, and then I feel his fingers lightly caress the top of my cleavage, before finally settling gently onto my hips. I close my eyes and listen to his breathing before he slowly turns me around to face him. He leans his head closer and into my hair, where I hear him inhale sharply while a low grumbling sound escapes from deep within his chest. His hands grip firmly at my waist as he presses himself against me, and I find myself wedged between him and the wall, with hardly any room to move. In this moment, I don’t care. I don’t want to go anywhere.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me huskily. I peer up to see that his eyes are beginning to glaze over, and then watch as he slowly licks his lips.

  “Damn, I really want to kiss you,” he leans his forehead against mine, as though he’s waiting for me to answer him. This isn’t me. I don’t do things like this, not with guys I’ve only just met, anyway.

  Leaning forward, I lightly skim my mouth over his but notice him hesitate, with his whole body becoming rigid. I let out a shallow breath while keeping my eyes firmly on his. I lick my lips before gently moving my mouth over his. As I brush my tongue over his lips, I’m surprised at how soft they are. He releases a small groan as I slowly glide my tongue into his mouth, and I finally notice him relax when our tongues meet. He wraps his hands firmly around my waist and pulls me up hard against his body as I run my fingers softly through his hair. I gasp when I feel his erection against me … there.

  I let out a hushed moan as the kiss intensifies, and relish his touch when he moves his hands up into my hair. He runs his fingers through the strands, gently at first, but as each second passes, he begins tugging harder, which makes the kiss to turn into one of pure hot need, if not absolute desperation.

  He breaks our kiss, and I try to catch my breath while he stares into my eyes again. His hands move down to my shoulders and stay there for a moment, before wandering further south until they’re resting just above my breasts. He slowly slides his fingers underneath the laced fabric, and even though I know I should stop him, I don’t. I close my eyes and tilt my head back as I feel his soft, warm hands touching my bare flesh.

  Rolling his thumbs tenderly over my nipples, he lets out a growl before crashing his lips back onto mine. He gently places his hands over my breasts and cups them, before he massaging them delicately. I run my fingers through his hair, gripping hard and pulling him towards me until I’m almost unable to think from all the heat that’s coursing through my body.

  Pulling away slightly, he appears to be gasping and trying to catch his breath. I grab at his hips, and pull him as close to me as I possibly can, while gently rocking my hips into him as I feel a tingly heat forming between my legs. I notice the surprise in his beautiful eyes when I reach up around his neck, and pull his mouth back to mine. I think I’m the one passing my boundaries now.

  “We should …” He tries to speak, but instead stops and grasps at my hips, while moving his hands down and around so that he’s cupping my ass and pressing his length against the top of my pelvis again.

  Maybe it’s the champagne that I had to drink earlier because I would never dream of doing something like what I’m about to do.

  I move my right arm away from his neck and run it slowly down his chest, feeling the hard muscular body that’s hiding underneath his shirt. My hand trails further down until I reach his waistband. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, and I notice him still when I run my hand over his crotch, feeling just how excited he is about this very moment we’re sharing.

  “Please, we should …” I gaze back into his eyes and see them filling with anxiety as I gently rub my fingers up and down his length, which leaves him unable to finish what he was about to say. Instead, he lets out another deep groan as he grabs me and pulls me backwards, until we’re laying on the small patch of grass in front of the small building.

  His breaths are rapid as I lay on top of him, and I start to grind my hips against him as I feel an even stronger heat intensifying between my legs. In the next instant, I find myself underneath him as he rests his elbows on the ground, and places them on either side of my head. Staring into each other’s eyes, he dips his head down and presses his lips gently onto mine as I place my hands on his firm behind.

  We begin rocking our bodies together in a slow and intimate way, and I feel one of his arms move down from my side and to the split in my dress as his hand begins to wander higher, and underneath the fabric. I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my own as his fingers lightly stroke up my thigh, until they reach the edge of my panties.

  “I need your permission because right now, I’m dying to feel how wet you are for me,” his voice is shaky, and although I don’t know him, shit, I don’t even know his name, I want him to touch me. I don’t know how this is even possible, but I trust him.

  I reach down and gently tug at the opening of my dress so that he knows he has my consent. He lets out a deep groan as his fingers begin teasing along the top of my panties. They land on my clitoris, and he begins to stroke me tenderly. He slides his hand inside the fabric and then runs his fingers along my folds. I arch my back at the sweet sensation he’s making me feel, and close my eyes.

  “Shit, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he growls into my mouth as he slides a finger inside of me. While he moves his finger in and out in soft, sweet, tender motions, I slide my hands over his waist and tug at the waistband of his pants. I feel him pull away slightly from my actions. I open my eyes, and when mine meet with his, he shakes his head as he continues to touch me so intimately while inserting a second finger.

  “You’re close,” he mumbles in my ear, and I can feel myself tightening around his fingers as large explosions ripple through me, making my body tremble uncontrollably as I reach the peak.

  “Ah!” I cry out as he pushes his fingers deeper inside of me while pressing harder against my soft spot. “Fuck!”

  I feel myself coming down from an extremely intense orgasm, and I've never felt anything so incredible before. We’re both breathless, and I lean my head back against the cool grass as I try to fathom what on earth has gotten into me.

  “Are you okay?” He asks while moving over to lie beside me, and simultaneously pulls gently at my dress so that it’s back to how it was before our moment of lust.

  “Yes, I um …” I can’t even think straight right now, and as my pulse begins to regulate, I hear him letting out a deep sigh.

  “I’m sorry. I got carried away,” he says. I turn towards him and notice a resigned look spreading over his features as he runs his hands up through his hair.

  “I don’t think you’re the only one.” It’s true. Never in my life have I ever wanted someone to touch me so desperately, and here it is, at the college ball, in a public place, and with a guy I’ve only just met. Alyssa will be ecstatically thrilled by this when she finds out.

  “You didn’t want me to …” He interrupts me just before I go to question him as to why he stopped me from touching him. Since when did guys not want anything back?

  “I wanted to feel and hear you,” his voice is a whisper as his eyes roam over me once more. “I didn’t need you to give me anything in return.”

  Lying on his back beside me, he takes a hold of my hand and strokes my fingers tenderly as our bodies slightly brush against each other. We stay like this for a while as we gaze up into the sky. I listen to the sound of his breathing, and notice that it’s becoming steadier with each breath that he takes.

  The silence is disrupted when we hear laughter traveling through the air from the grounds behind us. When I look at my wristwatch
, I see that it’s almost midnight.

  “What time is it?” He sits up, and I see alarm crossing into his eyes and over his face.

  “It’s just before midnight,” I quietly respond, and for some strange reason I’m beginning to feel shy, which seems utterly absurd considering what we just did together.

  He springs up to his feet before offering his hand to me so that he can help pull me back onto mine. I hear him chuckle and see him shaking his head a little as he reaches up to my hair.

  “You um, there’s a little grass in your hair,” he steps forward and holds it up to me, before helping adjust the straps of my dress back into place. He stands back and nods, with his lips lifting into a curve while running his fingers through his own hair again.

  “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta be somewhere,” his eyes appear to fill with sorrow when he tells me this. He places his left hand onto my shoulder, while brushing the back of his right hand tenderly across my cheek. “Can I walk you back?”

  “Sure,” I reach up to remove his mask, but he stops me by taking my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. The silent gesture tells me that he doesn’t want to take it off. I don't question him, and he just holds my hand in his as we walk in silence back through the campus grounds. Before I even know it, we’re standing right outside my building.

  He places a soft kiss on my forehead while caressing his fingers up my arms, and I see a slight smile forming over his lips.

  “Thanks for the dance,” he whispers, while stepping back a few paces before finally turning himself around. I watch as he walks briskly towards the large iron gates, away from me, and out into the night.

  2.

  Operation Orgasm.

  Every time I closed my eyes, the image of bright blue ones kept flashing in my mind, which made it almost impossible for me to sleep. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since I woke up, and a flurry of butterflies keep flying around in my stomach when my thoughts drift back to how it felt to be in his arms.

  I’ve been inwardly cursing myself for not finding out more about him. Even his name would have been enough, well enough to start with, anyway.

  I haven’t heard any movement coming from the living area, and since it’s almost nine o’clock, I’m guessing the three of them went on to a club or something after the ball. They’ll most likely be in recovery mode until at least midday if they partied as much as they usually do.

  I did see that I had several missed calls on my cell from Alyssa at four this morning. The voicemails were drunken, but hilarious ones. She gets like that when she’s had a few too many drinks, and last night was clearly no exception from what I can gather. She’s a bubbly and highly sociable person, so it’s extremely hard not to love her and her eccentric ways.

  Bouncing off of my bed, I walk over to the mirror that’s hanging on the sidewall. Focusing my eyes on the person looking back at me, I wonder how I’m going to hide my glowing expression from Alyssa, Neil, and Ryan. Well, I guess not Alyssa. She’s my only close girlfriend, and I seriously need to talk to someone about what happened with the mysterious guy from last night. If I don’t speak to someone, then I think I’ll drive myself crazy.

  I wrap my robe around myself before making my way into the living area, and notice the curtains are still drawn. It’s almost silent, apart from the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I grab a mug of coffee and go to sit on the couch, deciding to catch up on some of the White Collar episodes I’ve missed over the last couple of months.

  “Alex!” I hear her before I see her, and when I turn around, I see Alyssa peeking her head out from behind her bedroom door. “Come here!” She says in a hushed whisper, as she waves me over to go and join her.

  “What is it?” There’s something about the way her face is sparkling brightly that tells me whatever it is, it has something to do with a guy. Seth most likely.

  She ushers me into her room and closes the door firmly behind us. Pushing me onto her bed, she sits beside me with an expression that appears to be full of curiosity.

  “Who is he?” She gives me her ‘don’t-bullshit-me glare’, and the tone of her voice sounds impatient. “I saw you leave with a guy last night, so you’d better not even try and play dumb with me!”

  “Alyssa, I really have no idea,” I shrug my answer, and then feel a rush of disappointment wash through me when I’m reminded of this. “He didn’t talk a lot.”

  “Tell me everything!” She’s practically squealing and has a new brightness in her eyes. “I want details! All of them!”

  “Well …” I hesitate, but then I decide to put it out there. I look at her with a smile, while struggling to keep the goofy grin off of my face. She’s going to find out sooner or later anyway, so I blurt it out. “He gave me an orgasm!”

  “What’s his name? Do I know him? Is he big? Did you actually have sex? Are you seeing him again?” And here comes the infamous ‘Alyssa Inquisition’ of which I’ve become so accustomed to. I let out a sigh as I try to process her questions. I honestly have no idea what to tell her because I don’t have any of the answers.

  "I didn't get his name," my voice is a whisper as I lean back against her headboard. Alyssa begins to eye me speculatively, and I start to feel ashamed of myself.

  “You didn’t get his name?” She looks almost outraged as she turns until her whole body is facing me. “Okay, well, did you have sex?”

  “No, not sex…”

  “He gave you an orgasm without actual intercourse?” She screws her face up, as though she’s thinking hard about something, and places her hand under her chin as she continues to observe me. “So, what did he use?”

  “His hands,” I feel myself turning a deep shade of crimson when I say the words aloud, although this conversation we’re having is nothing compared to some we’ve had regarding her sex life.

  “Okay, rule number one. When a guy is that talented with his hands, you always get his freaking name!” She furrows her brows at me, and I just realized how pathetic this sounds. “Tell me what you do actually know about this guy.”

  “He has the brightest, most unique, blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and he was very charming.”

  “Did he use his tongue on you, you know, down there?” Her eyes widen as she points to my crotch, with a mischievous expression now taking over her features.

  “No!” I’m horrified that I thought it would be a smart idea to be having this conversation with her. I seriously should have just kept this to myself until I figured out who this guy actually was. “He used his thumb and a couple of fingers.”

  “Holy hell, I wanna meet this guy!” Her face lights up, and this is one of the exact reasons why she and Seth have so many problems. Alyssa likes her men. It truly is as simple as that.

  “Alyssa, he seemed different from other guys,” I close my eyes and see a flashing image of his face, at the moment when he watched me reach my peak. He was just wow.

  “You want to find out who he is,” she says sternly, while crossing her arms over her chest as she sits herself up a little straighter. “So, we’re looking for a guy with eyes, a thumb, and two fingers. That helps narrow things down, Alex!” We both burst out in laughter when we realize that it’ll be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

  I’m beginning to think that it’s going to be near impossible to find out who he is. After he walked me home last night, I saw him heading out of the campus grounds. So, for all I know, he might not even attend this college and could’ve just been gatecrashing.

  “Listen, I gotta go and meet with Seth in an hour,” she jumps off of her bed and makes her way out the door. “Let’s have dinner out tonight at someplace nice.”

  I follow her into the living area and sit myself at the breakfast bar, watching her as she hurries around for her things.

  “Morning, ladies.” Wow, Ryan looks rough as hell this morning, and his voice is extremely hoarse. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so rough in all the time I’ve known
him. “Is the coffee pot on?”

  “It sure is,” Alyssa answers, and because her voice is a little higher than most people I know, I see him grimace at the shrill sound of it.

  “Ryan, why do you have a hot pink feather hanging out of your shorts?” I arch my brow with curiosity, and notice him look down to his boxer shorts.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake! I’m gonna kill that motherfucking …” He scowls and narrows his eyes, as though he’s just remembered some of his drunken antics from the night before.

  “Who wants to see what Ryan got up to last night?” I hear Neil almost howling as he exits from the bathroom, while bringing his cell phone over to where we’re sitting.

  Before we get a chance to look at the image he’s trying to show us, Ryan leaps from his doorway and jumps over the back of the couch. He’s tries but fails to grab hold of Neil’s cell, and they begin to wrestle their way through the living area and into Neil’s room.

  “Men!” Alyssa throws her arms in the air, before tapping me on my leg and heading back towards her room. “I’ll see you this afternoon, and we’ll get our plan in motion. We’ll call it, ‘Operation Orgasm’!” She clasps her hands together with pure enthusiasm as I let out a sigh.

  “Operation what?” Neil asks, with amusement visible over his face as he steps back out of his room, with Ryan right behind him.

  I’m guessing Neil won the brawl this time because Ryan’s face pretty much says it all. He’s wearing a scowl as he comes to sit by me.

  “Alex met a guy last night, and he gave her—” She starts skipping back over to us. I seriously can’t believe she’s going to tell them about what happened.

  “Alyssa!” I scold her. She can be such a bitch sometimes. “It’s nothing guys, really,” I shoot her daggers when I see them both eyeing me suspiciously.