Crushing on You

by Jen Trinh

I wish he were dead.

  The memories made me nauseous.

  I pushed the thoughts away and trudged home, taking stock of my body. It’d been a long time since I’d last exercised, and climbing was tiring. Every muscle, from my core out to my limbs, fingers, and toes, was already beginning to feel sore. My apartment was only a couple of blocks away, but it felt like miles to my aching legs. I had to walk slowly, limping ever-so-slightly with each agonizing step.

  Footsteps behind me. I turned to look—

  My purse was wrenched from my shoulder and I was shoved from behind. I lurched forward and fell to the pavement, grateful for the thick fabric of my peacoat. My hands grabbed for the purse, but they were weak from climbing and could not resist the hands of my mugger, who tore the purse away from me. I whipped my head around and watched as a figure ran off in the direction I’d just come from. Shit! I got up to chase after him, cursing my tired legs as he turned the corner.

  When I arrived at the corner, I fully expected to find no sign of the thief. Instead, he was in a game of tug of war with Ian—and Ian was winning!

  As the thief swung an arm back, I shouted, “Ian, look out!” Ian ducked, his face narrowly missing the thief’s fist, then countered with a knee to the man’s gut. The thief let go and fell backwards, clutching his stomach and wheezing. Ian leaned over and panted, then muttered something to the man, stood up, and walked towards me with my purse. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be harmed. But a moment later, the man rolled to his knees and started to get up, his face twisted in a snarl.

  “Ian, come on!” I waved at him to hurry.

  He glanced behind him, then sprinted towards me as the man began to rise. I grabbed Ian’s hand and ran with him for two blocks until I finally pulled him up the steps of my apartment building. The man didn’t seem to be following us, but I didn’t dare stop for breath. With shaky hands, I reached into my purse and pulled out the keys. As soon as the door opened, I pulled Ian in and shut the door, then secured the deadbolt. Only then did I lean against the wall and allow myself to breathe.

  “Are you—are you okay?” I asked Ian, who was leaning against the other wall.

  “Yeah, I think so,” he panted. “You?”

  I nodded.

  We stayed like that for a few minutes, calming our breaths, not saying anything. Finally, I asked, “Do you want to come upstairs for a bit? Maybe just until we’re sure that guy has disappeared?”

  “Yeah. I think we should report what just happened.”

  He followed me up the stairs to the third floor apartment. I was a little bit embarrassed by how old and decrepit my apartment was, but it was all I could afford, and my landlord didn’t care to fix anything. The stairs leading up to it were covered in dirty orange shag carpet. The walls, once white, had water stains and peeling paint. One of the stairs had fallen in and I had to skip over it each time I went up or down.

  I unlocked the apartment door, glad that it was marginally nicer inside the actual apartment than in the hallway. I glanced around, taking in what he must be seeing. The dirty dishes in the sink. The dim lighting provided by the only working lightbulb in the corner. The worn-out furniture and old, yellowed kitchen appliances. At least I had taken out the trash yesterday, so it didn’t smell too bad.

  I was also glad that my roommate / landlord was away this weekend. I definitely didn’t want them to meet.

  Ian didn’t say anything. He just took his phone out, walked to a corner of the apartment, and after a few moments, began providing details about the incident to the police. I sat on the couch and waited, somewhat in a daze. After several minutes, he hung up and walked over.

  “They said they’d send someone to come and check the area out. I gave a description of the guy. Hopefully they catch him.” He went to the sink to wash his hands, then came over to the couch and sat down next to me, taking my hands in both of his.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I looked up into his face. His eyes were dark with concern, his thick brows furrowed as he waited for me to answer him. His full lips were slightly parted, as if ready to say something...or do something.

  Ian.

  He was so earnest, so sweet...so handsome. So close. Rationally, I knew that no good could ever come of hooking up with him—not with our sizzling past, and certainly not with our possible future as coworkers. But the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, my pulse beating wildly, and I couldn’t resist any longer.

  I slipped my fingers into his hair and pulled him to me, closing my eyes as his lips met mine. He cupped my head and kissed me back, sighing, his lips tender and soft. I leaned in and got up onto my knees to straddle his lap, deepening the kiss with my tongue as I pushed him back against the couch cushions. His hands went to my thighs, and his fingers gently rubbed up my tights until he cupped my ass, pulling me onto the growing evidence of his arousal. We simultaneously moaned. Then we both laughed.

  “Seriously,” Ian said. Kiss. “Are you.” Kiss. “Okay?” His fingers fumbled as he slowly unbuttoned my pea coat. I impatiently pushed his hands aside and undid the buttons myself, then threw the peacoat onto the floor. He busied himself by pulling his sweater and t-shirt off over his head, revealing his delectable chest. It was as smooth, tan, and muscled as I remembered seeing that one cold evening, not too long ago...and now it was on full display, all mine to explore. I placed my hands on either side of his face, trailing my fingers down his thick neck to rest on his round, muscular deltoids. I knew it was just meat, but there was so much of it, and it was so hard and so hot. Sexy as fuck. I shivered.

  But, later. First order of business was his mouth.

  “I’m fine.” Kiss. “Shut up.” I crushed my lips to his, teasing them apart until I could suck on his tongue. It was thick and wet and deliciously warm, and I cradled his head in my arms, urging him to fill my mouth. He complied, running his tongue along mine, molding his lips to my own. I drank him in, wanting to drown in the taste of him.

  Below, I felt his hard-on through my thin tights, an answering dampness seeping into my underwear. I shifted my hips up, up, left, until—there! That was the spot.

  His hands cupped my ass, pressing me harder against him, as if sensing that perfect position. I groaned, rubbing myself against him, the tension in my belly growing, the pleasure nearly unbearable. He left my hips to their own devices and trailed his hands up my sides, slipping his fingers underneath the band of my bra, but stopping there, teasing, as if unwilling to cross the boundary.

  Screw boundaries—we were well beyond that by now. We were technically only on first base, but with the flimsiness of our gym clothes and how hard I was rubbing on him, we were basically toeing home plate. So I broke our kiss and pulled my sweater and sports bra up and over my head, together in one motion. We paused then, and Ian eyed my bare chest appreciatively...hungrily. I was usually self-conscious about my small breasts, but my nipples pebbled to little hard points under his heated gaze.

  Any remaining reservations evaporated.

  His rough hands came up and cupped my breasts, gently kneading them. I held his face in my hands and kissed him again as he ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, his mouth capturing my pleading sounds. He stopped kissing my lips and planted a string of tender kisses from my neck down to my breasts, where he took my nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. Oh fuck. He gently sucked on one while rubbing the other with his hand, then switched, tracing another line of kisses between them.

  My panties were positively soaked.

  I reached down and slipped my hand between the elastic band of Ian’s workout shorts and his rock hard abs, seeking my prize. His cock was breathtakingly thick and rigid, the skin velvety smooth. He bucked in my hands as I stroked him with my fingers, his mouth once again claiming mine.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I broke away, stood up, and shimmied out of my tights and my underwear. Ian watched me intently, licking his lips and slowly stroking his dick with his right hand.
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  I stood before him completely naked, completely unashamed, consumed with the need to have him inside of me. I reached down to tug his shorts all the way off, but he put his hand on mine, grinding things to a halt. “I don’t have any condoms on me.”

  That’s all? “It’s fine, just pull out.” I kept tugging, but he once more resisted.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. Just pull out. I’ll take Plan B if I need to.” I tugged again, but he still seemed reluctant to let me take his shorts off. “I was tested a few months ago. I don’t have any STDs, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I met his eyes. There was no way a goody-goody like him would have any STDs. At least, I hoped not. Slowly, he nodded and let go of his shorts. I pulled them off, and his erection sprang fully free.

  Fuck. His cock was so thick and juicy, and slightly canted towards the left. I shuddered with anticipation, the emptiness between my legs aching to be filled.

  But first...I wanted to taste it.

  I got down on my knees between his legs and took his cock all the way inside my mouth. Clearly not expecting that, he bucked, driving himself deep into the back of my throat. I could feel his engorged veins on my tongue, almost as if he was about to come. But he didn’t.

  I slowly lifted my head, keeping my lips and tongue molded firmly along his shaft as I did so. He pushed my hair out of the way, his eyes intent on the show. Then I circled the head of his penis with my tongue and slowly licked the shaft from top to bottom and back up again. It was hot and slightly salty, utterly delicious. I loved how he filled my mouth, and I dripped at the thought of him filling me elsewhere.

  Finally, I planted a very chaste kiss on the top, right where a bead of moisture had started to form. He gave a deep, throaty laugh.

  I needed him inside me, stat.

  I straddled his lap again and slowly lowered myself onto him, and felt myself stretched and filled all the way to my core. I moaned his name and closed my eyes in ecstasy, taking a moment to savor the feeling. Fuck.

  Then I began to ride.

  He placed his hands on my hips and supported me as I gyrated my hips, guiding me up and down. I hadn’t had sex without a condom since college, and the bare sensation was almost too much, too intimate. I bit my lip and placed my hands on his shoulders as we rode closer and closer to the edge, eyes narrowed and locked, the pleasure in our faces reflected at one another.

  His erection was like hot steel inside of me, the pained look on his face exposing how hard he was trying not to come. At one point, I stopped going up and down and he did all of the work below, planting his feet on the floor and thrusting his hips up into me while holding me in place, deeper and with more force than I’d been able to muster. I closed my eyes and sighed his name over and over, coming utterly undone.

  Just as I was about to orgasm, he groaned and pulled himself out of me, spilling himself onto my chest. I cried out in surprise, but also in frustration at the sudden loss of him. Not yet content, I continued grinding myself against his muscled leg until I finally found my own release.

  Even though I had asked him to, I couldn’t help but regret the fact that he’d pulled out at the last second. My orgasm had been a whimper instead of the massive bang that I’d been anticipating. So as the small waves of pleasure receded, I kneeled on the couch and pouted.

  Ian’s eyes met mine. He was breathing heavily, but he chuckled at my expression. He pulled me down to sit on his lap and held me close, smearing the wet mess he’d made all over both of our chests. I giggled.

  “Anna,” he whispered into my hair, his breath a sweet caress. I stayed there like that for a moment, just letting him hold me. Then I turned my head and kissed his warm neck, and I wrapped my arms around him, too.

  Chapter 12

  -Ian-

  I was almost a second too late pulling out. I’d never had sex without a condom, let alone pulled out of someone before, and with Anna riding me like she was, as gorgeous as she was...no man could have blamed me for coming inside of her.

  Luckily, I’d been just in time. I think.

  I held her close and breathed in her rose shampoo, the feminine scent mingled with the tang of our lovemaking. She wrapped her arms around me and I sighed into her hair, cementing the memory into my brain. She’d been so passionate, so sexy, so sure in her desire. And as I held her in my arms, so sweet. Paired with the fact that she liked climbing and was funny and adventurous...I could easily imagine falling fast and hard for her, if I wasn’t careful. She was definitely special.

  “Ian?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m starting to get cold.” As if to prove it, she shivered in my arms.

  “Oh. Yeah, let’s get dressed.” She eased away from me, cold air rushing in to fill the space between our bodies. We both looked down and giggled at the twin sticky messes on our chests.

  With a cute little smile, she skipped her way to the bathroom to wash up, while I wiped myself off as well as I could with paper towels from the kitchen. I began to put on my clothes again when I heard her turn on the shower. Lucky her. I desperately needed a shower after today’s exertions.

  She stuck her head out of the bathroom, the rest of her tantalizingly out of view. “Hey. Want to join me?” She waggled her eyebrows at me and I laughed. I knew then that I was a hopeless cause.

  I stripped off the clothes that I had put back on and joined her in the bathroom. I opened the glass door to the shower to find her standing under the shower head, rivulets of water streaming down her beautiful, naked body. She made room for me and I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. The glass immediately began fogging up, and warm tendrils of steam curled around our bare bodies.

  I came up behind Anna and stroked the sides of her breasts while she lathered shampoo into her hair. The familiar scent of roses permeated the moist air, beyond intoxicating in the small enclosed space. She backed up until her ass was right up against me, prompting me to chuckle and grow hard again. I kissed her temple and wrapped my arms around her waist, my fingers gently pressing into her belly, considering whether or not to go lower.

  She turned around in my arms, arching her back and neck to let the water wash out the shampoo. I stared at her pert little breasts, her nipples dark pink and stark against her pale skin. I lowered my head and sucked on one of them, her eyes opening a tiny bit to watch me while she rinsed. Before I could move to the next one, she finished rinsing her hair and straightened, leaning into me and gazing longingly into my eyes.

  Her hands trailed up my arms, pausing to squeeze my triceps, then up around my shoulders and down to flatten against my pecs. She splayed her fingers across them and gently groped me. Squeeze, squeeze. I laughed softly as she smiled and slid her hands lower over the crest of each of my abs.

  Instead of going lower, she slipped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes, pressing herself against me. My hands closed around her ass as she leaned in and exhaled softly into my ear. “Just come inside me.”

  “Uhhh, what?”

  She pulled out of my arms, turned around, and planted her hands against the wall, looking at me over her shoulder. “Just do it. Fuck me again, but come inside me this time.”

  I laughed, but my body responded eagerly at the thought. “Why would I do that?”

  She lowered her eyelids, giving me her best seductive look. “Because you want to.” She licked her lips and continued, “Because I want you to.” She stuck her ass out farther until she could rub it up and down on my increasingly hard dick.

  I don’t think so. But I still grabbed my penis and stroked it a bit, getting it ready to penetrate her again. “You know, it’s going to take a lot longer for me to come this time.”

  She gave me another sultry look over her shoulder. “I’m counting on it.”

  I chuckled, slipping my fingers into her hair and gently but firmly pulling her head back as I slid into her. Her moan filled my ears, the sound heavily amplified in the small space. I leaned into her so t
hat her breasts and face were pressed up against the wall, though not painfully so.

  Damn. Even though we’d just had sex, she still felt so tight. Maybe I wouldn’t last that much longer, after all.

  I started slowly, teasing her by going almost completely out and then back in. I reached in front and fondled her breast, my hand pressing up against the wall as I pinned her in place.

  “Faster, please,” she begged. I continued my slow pace. In...out...in...out...in...out. I wanted to draw out this pleasure between us, grow—

  “Ian, please, please fuck me harder.”

  Well. If she was going to ask so nicely.

  I rammed into her, hard and deep, and her groan of approval filled me with satisfaction. I plunged into her, faster and faster, smiling at the hot moisture that was dripping down my leg. It was definitely from her and not from the water. She was so deliciously wet.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” With every two thrusts, Anna let out a “Fuck.” Like a sex metronome. I smirked and thrust harder.

  I could feel the pleasure mounting, and I quickly had to decide—did I want to come inside of her or not? As if reading my mind, she growled, “You’d better fucking come inside me this time. I’ll take all the Plan B. Just. Don’t. Pull. Out.”

  I leaned into her and murmured, “Wasn’t planning on it.” Even though I kind of had been.

  She rubbed her clit with her fingers, frantic, her legs shaking uncontrollably. With one last hard thrust, my fist clenched in her hair, I cried out and unloaded myself inside of her. She groaned deep within, deep enough for me to feel, and her muscles quivered and clenched around me as she came. It was so deliciously intimate, so satisfying to feel the confirmation of what I’d done to her. Infinitely better than pulling out.

  I kissed her hair and leaned into her, pressing my forehead against the back of her head. We were both breathing hard, quietly collecting ourselves after that explosion of pleasure. But after a moment, I realized that she was still shaking. It sounded like she was whimpering. I immediately pulled out of her and turned her around.