Take My Breath Away

by Mia Ford

  “Hmmm. Okay.” Her voice held doubt, but I ignored that as I ate my late dinner. When the ice cream came, we found a movie on Netflix on the smart TV that her family gifted us last year. I dipped my spoon into my pint, taking small bites as the horror movie played across the screen. It was predictable as most were, but it was dark and quiet in here. I could think about everything without Violet paying any attention to me.

  We both fell asleep before the movie was over and I woke up first to see the screen had gone blue. I stretched and buried my face back into my pillow to go back to sleep. It felt like I could sleep for a week straight. We both kept dozing until around ten when Violet groaned that we needed to get back to it. We dressed and went to get coffee and pastries from the cafeteria before going back up to the room. We settled on our beds and opened our books as we sipped from the cups as if our lives depended on it.

  She got a call from Brian in the late afternoon and decided to go meet him for dinner for a break. I saw her pull on jeans and a sweater before she ducked out of the room and set my own book down, taking a deep breath. I could use a break too, but I didn’t have a guy to meet for dinner. I had some leftovers in the fridge but that seemed so far away right now.

  I heard my phone chime and reached for it. It was Sterling asking if I was hungry in a text and I responded by asking him what he had in mind.

  S: Pizza in my dorm? I’m still studying.

  R: Sure. Want me to bring anything?

  S: I have everything covered.

  I pushed my books onto the bed and stood to dress. I pulled on some stretchy, tight jeans and a fitted cashmere sweater in a deep green color. I slipped my boots over my feet and grabbed my key before I left. I knew the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra would be obvious to Sterling with the chill outside and hurried to his building with my arms wrapped around my body. I walked inside and hurried to his room, tapping on the door.

  Sterling opened the door wearing sweats that were hanging low on his hips and I swear that my mouth watered. I walked in, dropping my arms to show him my chest as I glanced at the pizza box and bottle of wine on the small table. It smelled amazing in here, but my thoughts were on the man behind me. I turned to face him, seeing his stormy eyes in the dim light of the lamp by his bed. I lifted my sweater over my head and tossed it to the side as he yanked my body to his, kissing me fiercely.

  8

  Sterling

  The sex was frantic. I kissed Rosie’s mouth and neck as if I was devouring her. When I moved to her nipples, she was clawing at me and asking for more. I sucked her nipples just the way she liked me to: hard and using my teeth. Rosie moaned and cried out until she came from it as I watched her face twist up. She was so fucking hot when she came for me. I pulled back and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to find her pussy bare and glistening. I dipped my head down to taste her release as she whimpered. Rosie was always sensitive after coming and I stroked her clit with fast strokes of my tongue as she reached a hand down into my hair.

  I had a fleeting vision of taking Rosie bare again and fucking the hell out of her until we were both coming together. The idea of letting it go deep inside of her made my cock twitch as I pushed the fantasy away. I sucked and teased her swollen nub as she writhed before me, coming again after a short time.

  I moved away from her and dropped my pants. Rosie moved weakly up onto the pillows as I moved towards her, easing my cock to her sweet mouth. She took me in with a tight grip and I eased in slowly with a deep groan. Her mouth was perfect. I eased in and out, watching her closely as I thickened. I was ready to come, and she reached her hands around my tight thighs and we found a rhythm together. I slipped back into her throat, wanting to come there so she’d have to swallow me.

  Rosie gasped as I told her I was going to come. It was a beat before I exploded and closed my eyes with the intensity before feeling her throat working around me. Rosie swallowed every drop, and I pulled away when she was done, dropping against the wall as our damp legs tangled together. I felt boneless for a moment as I closed my eyes, playing back the burning heat between us. I never guessed it would be like this as I flashed back to our childhood and I sucked in a ragged breath. I needed to recover so I could fuck her next, hard, and deep.

  We both recovered, and she reached for my drawer, getting a condom. Rosie handed it to me and reached down to stroke my cock, watching it stiffen in her small hand. I felt desire surging through my body again and the strength returned as I reached a hand over hers to stroke along with her.

  We let go in sync and I tore open the package and sheathed myself with the latex. Rosie moved to her knees and reached out to feel her soft pussy with the clit hard and waiting. I stroked it, smearing her juices around as she bit her lip. Rosie reached up to cup her breast, and I eased her body forward and over my cock. She squeezed her nipple as she slid down over me, wrapping me in her warmth as we both moaned. I dipped my head down to take the other nipple in my mouth and she held my neck as she bobbed over me.

  One hand was on her ass as we moved and the other around her back as I held her securely. I sucked her as she moved over me, pushing away the fact that my neck hurt. I was a few inches taller than Rosie and this was a difficult move, but so worth it. I kissed her when I needed to let her in deeper, kissing her swollen lips as we began to fuck. Rosie moved fast over me, brushing her nipples over my chest as I felt myself slide deep into her. I moaned her name, and she breathed out slowly as I began to move with her.

  There was something between us that I’d never found with another woman and I memorized the perfection of being inside of Rosie. I focused on every thrust and the way she wrapped around me like a glove. I let the sounds of her moans play back through my mind as she started to tighten around me.

  “Sterling. Fuck me,” she said as I held her ass and started to move with earnest. Rosie slipped her arms around my neck and held on as she let go, her nails digging into my shoulders. Rosie came with a soft whisper of my name that showed her control and I jerked up a few more times into the tight heat before coming myself. I wanted to roar her name, but I only groaned as I stilled, jerking forward with the force of the orgasm.

  I watched her drop to the pillows and breathed in the scent of us in the air. Rosie breathed in hoarsely and she closed her eyes, trying to relax. I took the condom off, knotting it and tossing it into a trash can next to my bed. I moved over her body, resting my head on her stomach as she slipped her hands into my hair. It only got better with us. That could have to do with the fact I didn’t see too many women multiple times, making me wonder if I should. They all wanted that.

  Seeing Rosie like that wasn’t an option. Our families would never approve, and we were both close to them. Was it worth losing that for some good sex?

  We eventually opened the wine and ate the pizza on the bed, still naked. This felt too natural, and I glanced at her several times to read her face. Rosie was laughing and talking like she usually did as we passed the bottle back and forth, sipping it. I knew that I was feeling it and looked over at Rosie after I put the pizza box back on the table.

  I walked back over to her, looking into her eyes to see the familiar buzz in them. She was draped against my pillows, with her hair draped behind her as she talked about one of her classes. She was completely open to me: legs spread and nipples hard as they begged to be sucked. I listened to her as I eased closed, wrapping my mouth around one nipple as she glanced down at me. My hand strayed between her legs, finding her wet as I stroked her softly. Somehow, Rosie kept talking, and I laughed as she finished the story moving to the other nipple. She began to stroke my hair, and I slipped a finger inside of her as she let out a soft moan.

  I knew she was close to coming when I pulled my hand away and urged her on her knees. I reached for another packet and ripped it open before driving myself inside of her. She was so slick and tight, and I buried myself deep. I reached under her, stroking her stomach, and then cupping her breast as she moaned. Rosie started to rock b
ack against me and I knew that I was going to come too fast. I wanted to fight that, but I couldn’t and jerked, filling the latex as she clung to my body with her own heat.

  We ended up falling asleep together. I had her pulled against my stomach with my arms around her and felt secure and comfortable this way. I’d never slept with a woman after sex. I always made them leave. We each stirred a few times and woke up together at five in the morning. Rosie turned to face me and pressed her lips to my chest as I pulled her closer.

  “What time is it?” She asked softly as I glanced at the clock by the bed.

  “Just past five.” I replied as she sighed.

  “I guess it’s obvious I’m not coming back tonight. I’ve never done that before. Neither has she…” Rosie spoke softly as I raised an eyebrow.

  “Violet sleeps in the dorm every night?”

  “She comes back at some point during the night. No sleepovers.” Rosie spoke quietly, and I realized that was my rule.

  “That usually isn’t me,” I said as I realized I admitted to sleeping with other girls in that simple statement. I wanted to take it all back, but I couldn’t.

  “Should I apologize for falling asleep?” Rosie asked as I felt her breath against my skin.

  “No. I like this,” I told her, feeling her kiss my skin again. I felt my body react and stroked her hair as she made her way up to my mouth. We kissed slowly, and I pushed her to her back and reached for a condom. I’d never been with a woman when it was still dark in the morning before. I rolled it over myself after tearing the packet open and slid inside of her, welcoming the heat. I moved slowly, knowing that it was perfect for this moment. She rocked with me and gripped my neck as our bodies met in slow, deep thrusts. We came together, and I rolled away from her when it was over, staying on my side next to her. We didn’t have class today, and I pulled her against me again. “Want to sleep some more and then grab some breakfast with me?”

  “Yeah. That sounds great.” I kissed her hair and rose to head to the bathroom. I tossed the condom into the trash and went back to bed, taking her sleeping form into my arms. We woke up again at eight and I offered her my shower and a clean sweatshirt that would hide those amazing breasts. I almost threw her right on the bed last night when she walked in that way. She emerged from the bathroom dressed and with her hair braided over her shoulder. I jumped in and rinsed off before dressing in some jeans and another sweatshirt before slipping my feet into my favorite Cons.

  We headed to a local diner that was within walking distance and I glanced around the room to see a few friends. They waved at me and I nodded back, asking for a private table. I was still processing our night together and wanted some space. We slipped into the booth and ordered coffee as she smiled awkwardly.

  “This is just us, Rosie. I’m not ready to deal with this with my friends right now.” I assured her as she gave me a long look. I realized how that sounded and picked up the menu, turning the pages with a scowl on my face. I didn’t know what to say, and that’s why I didn’t spend the night with girls. I tried to focus on Rosie as my friend, pushing aside the memories of last night from my head. “I am better friends with you than I am with some of the other people in this room, Rosie. I want to just spend this meal with you.”

  “Okay,” she agreed as she picked up her own menu. We ordered some food, and she reached into her purse for her phone as it chimed. Rosie looked thoughtful as she sent back a message. I assumed that it was Violet, and Rosie was telling her what she wanted to about the night before. Rosie slipped her phone back into her purse and reached for her steaming coffee, sipping it gratefully.

  We chatted about school and other safe topics over breakfast. I don’t think either of us knew what to say about the previous night together. It was complex and more than I ever thought it would be. Rosie started everything last night where I’d been the one to initiate everything in the past. She wanted it so much that she asked me for it. When I paid the bill, she rose and smiled down at me.

  “Thanks for the breakfast, Sterling. I have to head back and finish studying.” Her voice was soft, and I stared at her. She was so beautiful but there was a sadness in her eyes as she left the building and turned to go to her room. I didn’t expect her to kiss me goodbye or anything, but she just left. I took her lead and grabbed my coffee to go sit with my friends. I needed to figure this out.

  9

  Rosalind

  I made my way back to the dorm feeling empty. I needed to see my family for dinner tonight and wanted time to get ready. My mom would interrogate me about the boys at school. Yes, she called them boys like they weren’t going to graduate and be on their own already. I couldn’t let her find out anything about Sterling.

  When I walked in the door, Violet looked at me from the pile of books on her bed.

  “Good… morning?” She said as I shot her a look.

  “Hi,” I told her as I dropped my purse and sweater on the desk before stretching. I worked muscles that I didn’t know I had last night. I felt Violet watching me and knew that she wasn’t happy with my vague answer earlier.

  “So, you ended up falling asleep. Was that after you fucked him?” Violet asked as I gave her a sharp look.

  “There was more to it than that. We were studying and had dinner. We just got tired and fell asleep.” I denied her insinuation and went to sit on my bed. “I already have to prepare for my family dinner later.”

  “Family dinner?” Violet asked as I nodded. I thought that Sterling probably had the same dinner with his own family, but we didn’t talk about that. It wasn’t like we’d ever visit one another.

  “Yep,” I replied as I dropped back to my pillows. I missed the feeling of being wrapped in Sterling’s arms, but I’d never admit that. I relaxed for a while in silence before I got dressed to drive to my parent’s house. I wore some new black slacks and another cashmere sweater in a maroon color. I had all my underthings on this time and loosened my hair, looking in the mirror. It was kinky curly, and I rolled it into a low bun to secure it with a pretty clip. Mom was into more formal dinners and I lined my lips with some matching lipstick before I grabbed my purse.

  “Hang in there.” Violet told me from her closet as she turned to smile at me. I assumed that she was going out to dinner with someone.

  “I’ll try,” I replied as I opened the door. I headed to the parking lot and unlocked my green Range Rover, slipping inside slowly. I glanced across the street to see Sterling headed to his car dressed in slacks and a button up shirt, spinning his keys in his hand. I smiled and started my engine as the radio filled the cab, listening to the words. Why did music always have to resonate with me so much?

  I backed out and headed to the house, noting that Sterling was a few cars behind me. I turned the radio up and tried to think about my family in a positive way. I was strong with my siblings and cousins, but my parents were the warmest of people. Dad always thought about business and making more money while Mom seemed to focus on my meeting a rich guy that would marry me and allow me to birth and raise his children.

  I wasn’t opposed to the idea of getting married, but I wanted my own career. I didn’t want to be barefoot and pregnant for the next ten years of it. I wanted to have feelings for somebody. I thought briefly about Sterling and knew that would never be accepted.

  I took the freeway for a few miles to their neighborhood that overlooked the water, turning the several streets before I parked in their long driveway. It curved around and offered room for a lot of cars and plenty of space for anyone to leave. The brick house was sprawling and single story with ten rooms that housed the four people that lived there. Dad had a gym in the basement and the other rooms were set up for guests and a family office. It was a beautiful home, and the view was stunning, but I didn’t feel warmth here. I got out of the car and walked to the front door, smiling as my little sister Sabrina opened it.

  “Hi, bug. How are you?” I asked as she wrapped her arms around my waist. She was nine while my you
nger brother was turning twelve in a month and I adored them.

  “Good. Thanks for coming over. I missed you,” she told me as I smiled.

  “I go to school really close. You know that, right?” I asked as she sighed.

  “You don’t live here.” She had a point.

  “I know but soon I’ll have my own place and you can some stay the night with me. We can do all kinds of fun things in the city!” I told her as I glanced up to see Mom coming through the living room. “Hi, Mom.”

  “Hello, sweetie.” She hugged me, kissing my cheek the way that she always did. “How are you?”

  “I’m good. Dinner smells good.” I told her as I walked inside of the house with Sabrina attached to me. My mother was the one with the Spanish heritage and I had her eyes and hair. She was feisty where I was a bit more easygoing though I didn’t know where that came from. Dad was always worrying about his companies. My brother looked like him while Sabrina looked just like Mom and had her spirit. She made my favorite spaghetti and I could smell fresh bread from the kitchen.

  “I’m sure that you appreciate home cooked meals. I imagine that the cafeteria isn’t the best food.” I laughed and nodded.

  “You imagine it properly though I can’t say they don’t offer a variety. There are a few good restaurants nearby, but I can’t cook anything in the dorm room. I miss it.” We walked into the huge kitchen where I saw sauce simmering on the stove along with a pot of boiling water for the pasta. Mom made her own, giving in to dad’s Italian heritage. There were two loaves of bread cooling on the counter and a large salad that looked just tossed.

  “Did I hear you say that you’re getting an apartment after graduation? Why not stay here in your old room and save some money?” She gave me a concerned look, and I realized they had a say in my next place to live, at least until I started working.