My heart hammered my ribcage, becoming more violent with each second that passed. My hands ached to slide down her body. The beat of her heart was almost as violent as my own and feeling it only turned me on more.
I allowed myself to move, holding her tighter and pressing my face to her cheek. Liv tensed before melting into me in a way that had me hissing against her flesh.
“I want to kiss you,” I confessed against her ear, feeling a shiver go through her.
Liv pulled back just a little, her face still close enough for my mouth to reach. “Calum...”
“I’m not saying you have to kiss me. I was just letting you know.”
I felt her exhale against me seconds before she whispered, “It’s a bad idea.”
“I know.”
Liv’s reply was gentle.“I still want it.”
Her words made me tense, muscles swelling in anticipation. Was she serious? Would she let me?
I didn’t have to wonder about it for long. Liv shifted, the corner of her mouth sliding across my jaw. I sucked in a breath, more on edge than I’d ever been.
“Calum?”
“Yes?”
“Kiss m—”
The words hadn’t even finished registering and my body was already complying. I cupped the back of her head, holding her still and brushing my lips with hers. A small, wet exhale left her.
With an answering groan, I brought her even closer and slanted my mouth across hers. Bliss warred with gluttony, the shocks of both racing down my spine.
I was torn between the relief of tasting her again and the paroxysmal stress of how much I wanted her. For the sake of modesty, I tried keeping the kiss as innocent as I could, knowing that one wrong move would make the riot inside me worse.
The choice was taken out of my hands the moment I felt one small swipe of Liv’s tongue.
My tongue slid into her mouth, connecting wetly with hers. Liv gave a low moan around my lips, one I barely even heard. I almost lost the strength in my legs, especially when I felt her small teeth nipping at my bottom lip.
“Fuck.” I breathed deeply, fighting the urge to just carry her away.
“Do that again,” Liv urged in a voice that nearly made me burst in my pants.
I groaned, the tips of our tongues circling around each other lightly. “Do what?”
“Say fuck.”
I swear to God, the things the girl was making me want...
“Liv.” I cupped her face between my palms and pulled back. “We need to stop. I’m dangerously close to snapping.”
“And doing what?” Lord help me because she had the hungriest look I’d ever seen on a woman’s face.
“If I told you, you might hit me.”
“Or bite you.”
“Liv,” I warned at the edge of my sanity.
Liv pulled back, a surprised look coming over her face. One that was quickly followed by chagrin. “God, I’m so sorry. I...” but she didn’t finish, her face flushing red.
She stared anywhere but at me. When she bit the corner of her lip, I had to force myself to remain still.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I reached up and used my thumb to lightly tug her lip free. “I wanted to kiss you probably more than you wanted to kiss me.”
“I doubt that. Besides, I’d sworn to myself that this time, I’d have some self-control. Apparently...” She gave me the kind of once-over that would tempt any man to beg. “That’s harder than I imagined.”
Calum, control yourself. Damn it don’t jump the girl in public. But of course, that line of thinking only served to entice me with the possibility of inviting her somewhere more private.
A quick look of disappointment flashed across her face. “I really do have to go.”
“Can I call you?” I asked.
Liv shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Although we should probably hold off on seeing each other for a bit. Self-control issues and all that.”
When I nodded, Liv looked surprised. I couldn’t say that I was. At some point during the last hour, I’d come to a decision. This might have not been the right moment to pursue anything but I could wait.
Or, at least, I could bring myself to try. I was too attracted to Liv to ignore it. Why not see what came of it?
Waiting would equal the pain of having teeth pulled, to my body at least, but I wasn’t some impatient, callow moron. Or, I hadn’t been one until recently. Still, I could make myself wait until the time was right.
Of course I could.
Couldn’t I?
8
Three weeks later...
I can be patient. Yeah right. Overestimation of one’s abilities comes with a high price, doesn’t it?
Damn right it did. It’d been roughly a month since I’d met Liv. I hadn’t seen her again since that day in the park, but we’d been talking.
A lot, actually.
What had started out as one phone call had become an almost nightly ritual. We’d get home and either I would call her or she would call me.
Talking to her was easy. It was getting to know her that was starting to become hard. The more I learned, the more I wanted and it’d gotten to the point that I was seriously considering putting a stop to our conversations. At least for a few days.
As if I could. Curiosity fed off of hunger; hunger battled with common sense. I couldn’t stop wanting to know about her any more than I could stop wanting her.
At first, talking to her had been effortless. We shared a mutual exchange of personal information that while intriguing, had also bordered on safe. That had lasted nearly two weeks. In the last week, the conversations had somehow veered into more personal territory.
Five days ago, I’d had no choice but to give in and relieve myself. Images of Liv and her lips, as well as the echoes of the few sounds I’d heard fall from them, had played through my mind.
The first time, I came so hard I nearly flew off my bed. The relief was mind-numbing and too short lived. The second time, I almost cracked and disfigured all of my toes as I tensed up and froze, trapped inside my orgasm for what seemed like minutes.
My orgasm had been vicious, the image of Liv bent over my couch even more so.
By day three, I realized that although I was coming on a daily basis, it was actually making my situation worse. The more I came, the more I spent time imagining how good Liv could make me feel.
Then I made the mistake of going back to watching porn. Fantasies had skidded, crashing into the ditch of immorality, and they’d become entangled with the dark vines of hedonism.
All I could see, every moment of every day, was my mouth on Liv’s body, my tongue worshiping every crevice. Her ass in the air as I bent her over every surface in my apartment. Her hair flowing behind her and bouncing along with her tits as I held her still and pounded into her so hard, we would both ache the next day.
Too much. Too fucking much. And to make it worse, someway, somehow, tonight’s conversation had once more veered into the too personal.
Perhaps more personal than it’d ever been.
What possessed the girl to take it there? Why?
“So you watch porn?”
Oh fuck me... “What guy doesn’t?” You, up to a few days ago. Lies. I’d watched porn before in my life. Years ago, yes, but I’d watched it, damn it.
“Are you into the typical lesbian or threesome shit?”
I could hear her moving around in the background, what sounded like a drawer opening and closing. I swallowed, exhaling as quietly as I could.
The moment she’d brought up the topic, I’d started pacing back and forth inside my kitchen. My reflection flaunted itself across the gleaming surface of my stainless steel fridge, taunting me.
“Calum?”
“No. I’m not into that,” I answered, stopping right before the fridge and running a hand through my hair.
“What are you into then?”
I leaned into my fridge, pressing my burning forehead into the cool steel. “Guy and girl, obviously.”
Liv’s tone was amused and...breathless? “Obviously. But what type?”
“Rough.” I groaned out in disbelief. What was happening? Where was this line of questioning heading?
“Rough,” Liv repeated, a rough timbre inside of the word.
Heat flared, threatening my lucidity. My cock hardened inside my jeans, an inflated painful shaft that begged for attention.
The tone of Liv’s voice made me tense everywhere. “What kind of rough?”
The cold steel pressed against my forehead did nothing to cool my skin down. “Liv...what...”
“Tell me, Calum. I’m dying of curiosity. And from imagining you watching it. Do you make yourself come when you do?”
The girl was trying to fucking kill me. Why else would she be asking me those things in that tone of voice?
Part of me was too embarrassed to answer her questions. The other part was having a hard time even forming words as my blood boiled.
“Yes.” The word left me on a harsh exhale. I didn’t even realize I’d responded until I heard a breathless little moan.
Oh, fuck. God, I thought, grinding my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut. Too much. I can’t do this. Can’t live like this anymore... Another breathless sound reached me and I nearly slammed my head through the fridge.
“L—Liv?” My chest was hurting from how hard my heart was beating.
Liv half-groaned, half-whimpered, the strain in her voice leaking into me. “Fuck. I’m imagining you touching yourself.”
“Liv. I...fuck.” I gave into my curiosity, the haze increasing and dragging me under. “Do you?”
“All the fucking time.”
“Thinking about what?” I demanded, my cock throbbing.
“What do you think?”
“I need you to tell me, Liv.” I gritted my teeth, partly hating myself when I gave into the urge and lowered my hand. My cock pulsated between the jeans and my hand, the fingers of which wrapped hard around it.
There was a slight hesitation, a short lived moment of silence on the other end. One that was punctuated by small harsh breaths that managed to make goosebumps break out all over my skin.
She finally gasped, nearly bringing me to my knees. “You.”
A loud groan was ripped out of me. I couldn’t help it. My hand tightened around my dick, pumping up and down before reaching for the zipper.
I managed to stop myself right before I pulled, panting and wondering what the hell I was doing.
“Calum?”
“Yeah?”
“Ar—are you...”
Fuck me. Because I could hear it in her tone, I could hear the barely muffled pleasure that was dying to make itself known. “Are you?” My voice became scratchy; my mouth and throat were dry from the excitement that I was feeling.
“Is it bad if I say yes?”
I groaned under my breath, slamming my forehead lightly against the fridge. “Liv, for fuck’s sake, just tell me. I need to know.”
“I am. I’m touching myself...so good. I need— Calum.”
The dam shattered, mutual need hurtling forth. “Fuck, baby. You’re touching yourself right now?”
“Oh, God. Call me that again,” Liv pleaded, the pitch of her voice escalating in a way I hadn’t yet heard.
A way I had fantasized about too many times. My free hand pulled at the button on my jeans. The zipper was lowered, the sound of metal sliding down mixing with my loud pants. “Baby, answer me.”
Liv whimpered. My hand flew into my boxers, wrapping around my aching length and dragging it out.
“Calum.”
I groaned, teeth aching from the strain I was putting on my jaw. “Tell me.”
“I am. I—” my loud moan interrupted her, my dick pulsating hotly in my hand. “Ca-—Calum? What...oh. God. Tell me you’re touching it.”
“I am.” My voice was distorted, my cock hurting and on the verge. Liv’s desperate moan almost pushed me over the edge. I slid my fist up the length of my dick, pinching the tip and holding on for dear life. Don’t come. Not yet. Don’t...
“Calum. Ungh. So wet...can’t live like this anymore...”
“Fuck, Liv,” I pleaded. “I can’t either. Baby—”
“Baby, it’s too good. Hearing you like that. About to— Oh fuck!”
I grunted, disbelieving of what I was saying, still squeezing the tip of my cock harder. “Tell me that little pussy is wet for me.” Too close. Too much. The words leaving my mouth surprised me but her response to them made the cum tingling at the tip of my dick nearly push its way out.
“Yes, Calum. I am. Baby, I’m aching for you.”
I snarled, my legs spreading and bracing my weight. It took all of my restraint not to thrust into my fist. Not to give into the pressure building at the base of my cock.
My eyes clenched tightly, so much that I literally saw white sparks. The darkness behind my lids wasn’t even enough to erase the image of Liv lying back with her fingers lost inside her.
“I need you. I can’t live like this anymore,” I rasped, nerves spasming. “I’m so hard for you I can’t fucking think most of the time...”
“Calum!”
I heard her orgasm tear through her, her breathless, high–pitched sounds sliding into me and going on full–attack. A harsh growl tumbled out of me and my fist slammed down the length of my cock, my hips taking off to the rhythm of her moans.
My own orgasm surged out of the tip of my cock, my body arching into it.
I heard the desperate sounds leaving me. Heard Liv whimpering and mewling in my ear. My fist pumped, out of my control, wringing out wave after wave of hot cum as it lashed out of me and right onto the door of my fridge.
I couldn’t bring myself to care that I was coming on my fucking fridge. Just hearing Liv having an orgasm had ripped apart something inside me. My own orgasm blistered and grew, almost knocking me off my feet.
I came back to reality in a rush. My breath rushed out in a staccato. Liv’s breathing mimicked my own, small moans mingled in between. I could just imagine her, draped across her bed, her legs still open. I could almost imagine how her pussy would look, wet and swollen from her orgasm.
Waiting for me.
“Calum?”
“Yes?” I looked down, cringing as I saw the cum literally sliding and dripping down the door of my fridge. Holy fuck, where did all of that come from? I’d been draining myself on a daily basis...
“I can’t stand this anymore. I need to...to...we need to see each other.”
Her words made my heart freaking stutter. I inhaled, trying to calm myself down while still eyeing the gross mess I’d made on the door of my fridge. “I’m ready whenever you are. I’ve only been waiting for your sake.”
“Come over now.”
“What?” There’s no way I just heard that right. No way.
“It’s been a fucking month. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll text you the address.”
I just had to ask, “Are you sure?”
“Calum, do you want to see me?” Liv asked lightly.
“Of course I fucking do.”
“I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll text you my address. Let me know when you’re close.”
I didn’t even get another second to respond. She just hung up on me, leaving me standing there with my cock hanging out, cum dripping down my fridge, and my body roaring back to life. My phone vibrated one second later and I knew without looking that it was her address.
I debated it for one more second before snapping into action. I shoved my cock back into my jeans and rushed to find my damned shoes. I wouldn’t question what in the world was happening since I had a good idea why she’d lost her patience. I’d been on that edge for over two weeks.
I literally jumped into my shoes, grabbed my wallet and ran out the door. It wasn’t until I was in the elevator heading down that I looked at the text and realized something staggering.
Liv’s address? It was three blocks from where I lived. This whole
time, she’d been right there.
Fucking shit.
9
I stepped out of the store, wine bottle in hand. I rushed down the block, passing another store. Flowers caught my eye. I about-faced and ran up to the flower stand. Once there, I realized that I had no idea what type Liv liked.
Sighing, I picked out what looked like the nicest bouquet of mixed flowers. I paid the lady by the stand and almost turned to rush down the block when I remembered.
Condoms. Might be a good idea. Right. I turned back and ran into the store. Once I had found and purchased a small box, I ran back out, dropping the box in my pocket.
My phone vibrated. I took it out, seeing a text from Liv right as I got in front of her apartment building.
‘When do you think you’re going to be here?’ -L.
I was about to respond to her when I looked up and caught a glimpse of blond. I squinted, somehow recognizing the blond shortie I was seeing in the lobby. She was a cute little thing in shorts, a tank-top, and sandals. I stared at the bag in her hand, wondering what she’d gone out to get.
Still smiling, I sent her a text just as I walked in through the glass door.
‘Is that wine? ‘Cause I just got a bottle of my own. Guess we’re getting drunk tonight?’ -C.
I walked towards Liv, feeling oddly brainless as a rush went through me. She had been talking with the man at the security desk when she stopped to check her phone. I smiled, stopping a mere foot behind her short self.
Her head whipped up right after she read the text.
That sweet smell that seemed attached to her drifted up to me. I’d spent hours pondering her scent and taste, wondering why it called to me so and why I found it so addictive.
I didn’t know how she managed to smell the way that she did but there was no denying that it reminded me of cupcakes. Sweet, delicious cupcakes.
I fucking loved cupcakes. I had since I was a kid. Add that taste to her flowery scent and sorry, my reaction was only natural. She was giving off “pheromones” made specifically to drive me insane.
I was dying to bury my face between her legs and smell her in full heat. Feel her around me as she...
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