FALSE 9: Red Card Series

by Erickson, Megan

  “That’s so cool,” she breathed. Her voice was husky with sleep and despite this weird-ass day, my cock took notice. Goddamn I was ridiculous.

  “We’re going to go around the side of the house to the back. My door is under the deck, okay? We’ll talk to my parents in the morning. Too late now.”

  She glanced at the clock. “You sure they won’t mind I’m here?”

  I shook my head. “They won’t.”

  She gave me a look. “They’re going be fine waking up and there’s just this strange girl in their house with their son.”

  “Define ‘fine.’”

  “Lavin!”

  I didn’t explain that they already knew a lot about her. “Of course they’ll be surprised, but I’ll explain and it’ll be fine. My Dad loves people. He’ll be excited. And they saw you already, remember? On the phone after my concussion.”

  She sighed. “Okay. I just don’t want to intrude…” she turned her head away from me to look out the window. “Shit, I feel like such a mess.”

  “Hey—”

  “So much for fun-time adventure Bianca, huh? You sure—”

  I gripped her hand, trying to halt this meltdown train she seemed hell-bent on boarding. “Hey, what the fuck?”

  She wouldn’t look at me.

  “We talked about this. I made a choice. This is the choice I made.”

  “That choice was before this all ramped up again.”

  “So you think I’m just going to bail now?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “If you push me away again, I swear to God—”

  She lunged at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging me to her until our lips crashed together. I didn’t have time to think. Our previous conversation flew out of my head because the only thing that mattered was getting to taste her again. My tongue slid between her lips, dueling with hers, and I groaned as her tits pressed against my chest.

  When she pulled back, her forehead rested on mine. Our panting breaths filled the silence of the car, and I began to feel a chill creeping through the poorly insulated doors of Shane’s beater. I glanced to my side to see the windows fogging up. “Oh damn. We’re streaming it up in here.”

  She turned too, and her laughter rang out, bright and happy. She placed her palm flat on the window and swiped down, leaving a streaked handprint. A sexy smirk tilted her lips. “I always wanted to do a Titanic handprint.”

  I cracked up. “You mean the scene when they’re in the car making out?”

  She nodded, and then eyed me with a grin. “I think they do more than make out.”

  “Yeah well, I’m not getting my dick out in Shane’s car in my parent’s driveway at midnight.”

  She threw her head back and laughed, which didn’t help the steamy situation in the car at all. I loved making her laugh like that, especially after the scare she’d had today. I patted her back. “Come on, let’s get inside before I say fuck it and defile Shane’s car.”

  After grabbing my bag, I led her out of the car and around the house, using my phone as a flashlight to make sure we stayed on the paving stone path. At the back door, I punched in the code, and tugged her inside, quickly resetting the alarm before the beeping woke up my dads.

  I flipped on a switch, illuminating the basement in a low light. I dropped my bag near the bed while Bianca stood in the middle of the room, hands tugging at the bottom of her shirt as she gazed around my room. She pointed to a door along the far wall. “Is that the bathroom?”

  “Yep. Go ahead.”

  “Do you have a shirt I can wear to bed?”

  “Oh yeah, sure.”

  I rummaged in my drawers until I found an old tournament shirt from high school. I tossed it to her. “Should be a new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.” She nodded and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

  I grabbed two waters out of the mini-fridge Dad kept stocked and sank down on the edge of my bed. I guzzled one as I listened to Bianca move around in the bathroom.

  My leg bounced with nerves as I wondered what she thought about being here. In my space. With me. I jerked my head up when the door opened, and she stood in the doorway backlit by the bathroom light, wearing only my T-shirt, her hair falling around her shoulders. She didn’t move and I couldn’t talk with all the blood in my body rushing south. Jesus Christ she was beautiful, and I was some kind of asshole for checking her out right now. But I was only fucking human, and she was a dream.

  She blinked at me, and then she smiled, not the seductive smile she’d given me a few times before I first met. This one was almost shy.

  I handed a water to her, unsure what else to do with my hands. “Thirsty?” My voice was a croak. Maybe I needed another bottle of water.

  She sat down on the bed next to me, her bare legs brushing my thigh. “Yes, thank you.”

  As she drank, I asked, “Need anything else? Hungry?”

  She shook her head and placed the bottle on the floor. “No, I’m fine.”

  Before I reached out and grabbed her like an animal, I stood up. “I’ll, uh, just get ready for bed.”

  “Okay,” she said softly.

  By the time I was done in the bathroom and had myself sort of under control—that was a lie, I was not under control—Bianca was under the covers, facing me as I walked toward her wearing my boxers. I held my T-shirt in front of me so she couldn’t see my fucking boner that would not go away no matter my vain attempt to picture Zac shoving Oreos in his mouth or that time Dre popped a cyst on Shane’s back.

  I tossed it in my hamper and then crawled into bed next to her. On top of the covers. She rolled over to face me. “What are you doing?”

  “Do you want me on the floor?”

  She stared at me like I had three heads. “Why are you outside the covers?”

  Seriously, this was some Little House on the Prairie shit. What was I doing? “Uh.”

  “Lavin?”

  I felt like the virgin I was at that moment. “Because you seem kind of vulnerable now after what happened and I didn’t want it to seem like I was taking advantage of you…” She didn’t say anything, so I kept rambling. “I don’t know. It just felt right. It’s fine. My Dad keeps it like a million degrees down here because it’s on a separate thermostat than the rest of the house. If I get cold I’ll get a blanket—”

  “Lavin.”

  I rolled my lips between my teeth before letting them out with a pop. “Yeah.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Okay.”

  With a quick jerk, she rolled away from me, lifted up the covers, and then slid on top of them next to me. “There, now we’re both on top of the covers.”

  Her—my—T-shirt had shifted up, exposing her peach-colored panties and a strip of skin above the waistband. I couldn’t help myself. With a cautious hand, I reached out, running my thumb along her bare hip.

  She sucked in a breath, her stomach sinking in as her legs squirmed. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, her hair slipping out of her ponytail and spread around her in soft waves.

  “I should leave,” I said, even as my hand slipped up her shirt to rest on her stomach. “There’s a guest bedroom upstairs.”

  “Please don’t.” Her voice was low and breathy and it went right to my dick.

  “B, it was a long day. You’re probably tired. And I don’t want you to think you…owe me. Or some shit.”

  She lifted her eyebrows. “Owe you? I don’t think I owe you. I think you owe me.” A grin slid across her face that took my breath away. She leaned closer, until her minty breath coated across my face. “Remember?”

  I swallowed, fisting my hands to stop myself from hauling her against me. “Oh hell yes, I remember. Everything. Every fucking second.”

  “So.” Her nose slid down mine. “What are you going to do about it?”

  My blood roared in my ears like rolling thunder. With girls in the past, I’d been so passive, afraid to make a wrong move and scare them off, or worse, do
something they weren’t comfortable with. With Bianca lying there, staring at me with dark liquid eyes, I got the sense she wanted me to take the offensive. Fuck, I wasn’t good at that. I played defense on the field for a reason. But Bianca was a different kind of field, a different kind of game.

  I brushed my lips against hers. “This is the only debt I’ve been dying to pay.” I lifted her shirt higher, until I could see the bottom swell of her perfect tits. I counted her ribs, and swirled my finger around her bellybutton. She smelled like flowers and heaven and I never wanted to leave this bed.

  Not for a million dollars. A billion.

  When a small moan escaped her lips, I leaned down, bracing myself on one arm, the other splayed over her stomach, and I kissed her. I didn’t care about anything but licking into her mouth, sucking on her lips, showing her there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

  When I pulled back, her lips were well and swollen, and she licked them, like she wanted another taste of me. I lifted her shirt higher, over her head, and then tossed it on the floor.

  She lay beneath me, naked from the waist up and the sight of her breasts stole my breath. I cupped one perfect, round breast in my hand, brushing my thumb over the hard, darkened nipple. She arched her back, like she wanted more.

  I dipped my head, running my tongue along the underside before flicking it over her nipple. “Lavin,” she gasped.

  And then… I got a little tit-drunk. In my defense, it’d been a while, and Bianca’s breasts were a work of fucking art. I’d never felt this comfortable or this… needy. I craved her. I ran my nose between her breasts and bit her nipples lightly while I cupped them in my hands. I sucked and bit and licked. When I came up for air, she was writhing on the bed, her hips working.

  Fuck, how could I forget? I’d been too focused on North. Gotta go South too. Heady with scent of Bianca all over me, I skimmed my fingers down her stomach and slipped them beneath the waistband of her panties. Her hissed, “yessss,” told me I’d made the right call. I tugged her underwear down her legs because my fingers were not going to be the only lucky fuckers in this scenario.

  Jesus Christ, she was mostly shaved, only a small strip of hair covering her. I let my hand rest at the top of her thigh and glanced up. She was watching me with her hands fisted in her hair at the top of her head. Grinning at me, she spread her legs wider, heels dug into the mattress and lifted up onto her elbows. “Touch me.”

  I was so fucking hard, it was painful. She had to feel my dick pressed against her thigh, aching to get out of my boxers. But more than anything, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to see her lose it, legs shaking, chest heaving as she came apart because of me.

  I might have been a virgin, but it wasn’t like I’d never made out with a girl. I’d done that plenty of times. To be honest, since I never rushed to get my dick stuffed inside of some girl, I’d taken time to do other things. With other appendages. Hands, fingers, tongue. I was pretty damn good, if I read girls right in the past. All that practice had never seemed more worth it than now. Still, I was nervous as hell. This felt way bigger than fumbling around while drunk at a college party.

  I dipped a finger at the top of her slit, swirling it until I found her clit at the top. She jolted when I touched it, her mouth dropping open and her head falling back. Fuck, she was soaked, my fingers slipping through the slick as I moved lower. Her hips began to move, and she chanted on a whisper, “Oh God, oh God,” as I slid two fingers inside of her. A hoarse cry left her throat.

  I thought I was going to die. Right there. Expire from the pleasure and the pain of watching Bianca roll her hips to chase her orgasm.

  Shifting up on the bed, I kept pumping my fingers in and out of her as I gripped her hair with my other hand and turned her face toward me. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, she gazed up at me with a look of adoration I’d never seen before.

  The sounds in the room were obscene, which only turned me on more so that I was humping against her thigh. “You feel so good,” I said, my thumb rubbing her forehead. “And you look so hot right now, B. I wish you could see yourself.”

  “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice high and strained. “I’m…close. So close.”

  I let my thumb drop onto her clit, and rubbed and that was when her hips stopped, her head snapped back, and she moaned, long and high and so fucking sexy. Her inner walls squeezed my fingers as she came on my hand. When she collapsed onto the bed, my name left her lips on a whisper.

  I withdrew my fingers, cupping her as she groggily turned her head to me. I bent and touched my lips to hers, worshipping her mouth, her face, pressing kisses to her eyelids, her hairline. Anywhere I could touch.

  When I pulled back, her eyes were more alert, and her lips twisted into a grin. I found myself on my back, Bianca kneeling beside me, shoving down my shorts and then swallowing my dick to the root. “Holy fuck!” I screamed, flinging my arms out, scrambling for something to hold onto because I was going to burst out of my fucking skin. Something crashed to the floor as she hollowed her cheeks and pulled off to press a kiss to the tip.

  I bit my fist, wanting to scream as she rolled my balls in one hand, bobbing her head on my dick. And I tried to last. I held out pretty damn long to be honest, since she was going for Olympic gold on this goddamn blow job. I tapped her shoulder. “Gonna come, Bianca. Holy shit, like, now. Gonna come.” She pulled off at the last minute, pumping me twice, and then I was shooting all over my stomach and her hand. When she fell into bed beside me, we both said in unison. “I’m not sure if my legs work.”

  Bianca giggled, turning my face so she could bite my chin playfully. I grabbed some tissues off the table beside the bed—it was her cell phone that had fallen on the floor—and cleaned myself up before pulling up my boxers.

  Now that reality was starting to set in, I wondered who the fuck I was. I’d never, ever felt that suave in my goddamn life. I remembered what Dre and Shane had said, that when I was really into someone, I’d be focused on them. And fuck were they right. I’d known what I was doing for the most part—wasn’t like I’d never made out with a girl—but I’d been less focused on what I was doing and way more focused on how I was making her feel.

  At least, I’d hoped I’d made her feel good. She sat cross-legged, twisting her hair into a bun on top of her head. “Bianca?”

  Her smile turned cautious. “Yeah?”

  I paused. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

  Her face immediately cleared. “Like what?”

  I sat up next to her. “Hey, don’t do that. You said you could be yourself around me, so why’d you have that look like you were waiting for bad news?”

  She bit the inside of her cheek, eyeing me. “I don’t know what you’re going to say next.”

  “What do you want me to say?”

  “It’s more what I don’t want you to say.”

  “Hit me.”

  “Okay, how about I don’t want you to say, ‘can’t wait to tell the guys I got my dick sucked by a supermodel.’”

  I stared at her. “You thought I’d say that?”

  “No!” She touched my leg. “But I’ve heard that before. So I feel like I have post-sex trauma.”

  I wondered how many guys she’d been with, but decided I didn’t want to know. I was self-conscious enough about my lack of experience. “Okay I was actually going to ask you if that was good. If I made you feel good.” For fuck’s sake, I sounded like an idiot.

  She lifted her eyebrows. “You’re asking if you made me feel good?”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Were you not present in all of this?”

  “Yes, but—”

  Her eyes blazed. “Did I sound like I didn’t feel good? Or like I was faking?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Whose name did I say when came?”

  I was a little turned on again by her righteous fury. “You said my name.”

  “Damn straight I did. You made me feel fucking awesome. Does that
answer your question?”

  I nodded dumbly. “Yes. And you made me feel fucking awesome too.”

  She winked at me. “I know I did. And you’re hot as shit when you come, by the way.”

  “Back at ya. Now lay back again.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m still in your debt, B. I think. I’m losing count here.”

  “You can pay me back tomorrow.”

  I shook my head. “Nah. Can’t go to sleep when I’m still in the hole.” I frowned. “Wait that didn’t come out right.”

  She laughed as she lay back, her hands stretched over her head. “You can’t sleep, huh??”

  I smoothed my hand up her leg. “Nope.”

  “Wouldn’t want you to have fitful sleep now. I’m not a monster.”

  “Knew you’d come around.” I slid down her body, running my fingers lightly over her ribs. Her skin pebbled with goose bumps, and she sucked in a shaky breath. “Lavin,” she whispered.

  She hadn’t dressed yet, only pulled up my sheet to cover her nakedness. I tugged the sheet off and settled my shoulders between her thighs. Fuck, she was beautiful, and still so wet. I ran a finger down her pussy, and her back arched as she let out a small moan. I’d only gotten a quick taste before and I planned to take my time now.

  I blew on her skin, and her legs clamped around my head as she smacked the bed. I grinned, sending a silent thank you to Dre. After we’d had that little sex talk, he’d started sending me links to Men’s Health articles and pretty much all of them focused on eating pussy. I read them like I was studying for the fucking SATs.

  Now was the time to put that learning to the test. I flattened out my tongue and licked long and slow. Her hips bucked and I held her down as I finished with a swirl to her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Oh fuck yes,” she whispered. Her whole body shook on a tremor, and I took that as a good sign.

  Then I went to work. I alternated fast and slow licks. I flicked her clit. I sucked and hummed and blew. My face was fucking covered in her, spread all over her inner thighs, and her hands clutched my hair so tightly, I wondered if I’d have bald spots. I didn’t even care. I kept at her, freaking delirious on her taste until her voice went high, she called out my name, and then her body locked. She bucked against my mouth, her head thrashing back and forth on the bed as I licked up as much of her as she was willing to give me. I didn’t let up until her back flattened on the bed and her hands slipped from my hair.