by Ines Vieira
“Ombro,” I tell him, playing along.
“Hmm. And neck?” he asks before I feel him bite my neck and then tracing the marks with his hot tongue, making my whole body arch up colliding with his. His bite is a total contrast to the previous feathered touches that immediately ignites every cell in my body. He holds me still with one hand holding on tight to my hip while the other is now in the nape of my neck making sure that his tongue can have its way with the hollow point below my neck. My whole body aches, for the same attention.
“Cat got your tongue, Jess?”
“Huh?” Is he actually capable of forming words, because I as sure as hell can’t even recall my own name by this point.
He lets out a devilish laugh right as he makes his way lower and lower down my whole body. Yep, if he wants conversation, he’ll be talking to himself in about five seconds if he goes any lower. He stops at my waistline and looks up at me. My heart flips on its own because I don’t think I have ever seen a more beautiful sight. I can’t help but run my fingers through his dark hair and feel the silky feel of it run through my fingers.
“How about bellybutton? Is there a Portuguese word for that?” I bite my lip not wanting to indulge him, but the playfulness in his eyes mixed with the desire he can't keep from exuding, has me playing along.
“Umbigo,” I tell him. He shakes his head and starts lifting up my tank top higher to expose that very part of my body to him.
“That word is not sexy enough to do yours, justice. You need to come up with something else,” and then he starts nibbling on it as if it is his afternoon snack. Who would have guessed that quiet Quaid Stevens had more moves than Tatum Channing in a Magic Mike movie? Damn! I’m hot and bothered and we’re both still fully dressed. Well, this afternoon just turned a whole lot more interesting.
“Sorry, that’s the only one I got,” I tease back.
I feel his smile on my skin and can’t help the one that appears on my own face shining through. While still kissing my navel, Quaid’s hands take full control of the rest, as he grabs the waistline of my yoga pants and lowers them to my ankles leaving me bare to him in nothing but my panties. Again, it’s the contrast of his sweet kisses to the urgent demand of his hands that takes my breath away.
This is Quaid in all his glorious form. A hurricane of emotions hidden by the illusion of a sweet-tempered breeze. To the outside world, Quaid might seem like the silent, level- headed, well- tempered young man. But I knew who he really was under all of that composure. While others saw a small harmless flame lit up from a single struck match, I saw the whole forest fire waiting to consume everything around him. He was fire and ice and all the hard elements combined. Burning red lava inside that fixed iced exterior. There was nothing sweet or innocent about him. And there was definitely nothing shy about the way he moved his hands along my inner thighs making me tremble with need for him and his touch.
My breathing quickens as he pulls off the remaining barrier concealing his prize. His lingering kiss falls down to that part of me that is too exposed for comfort and I start to see fireworks with my eyes closed as he continues to torture me with his forbidden kisses. As soon as my body is thoroughly melted and burnt by his relentless caresses, he advances up my body meeting my half-cast eyes. His winning smile is contagiously beaming with the knowledge that he’s the one that is responsible for my own sated smile.
“Is there anything else you want to teach me then? Any tricks you think I need to learn?” he smirks, and I bring his face closer to me hard so that I can finally kiss those same grinning lips. My kiss is just as torturous and relentless as his demanding hands are, as I wrestle with his tongue in loving strokes and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, digging my nails in deep through his t-shirt. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my soft center into his clothed body. He lets out a tortured growl as I kiss and bite his lower lip.
“Oh, I think I can still teach you a trick or two,” I say proudly defiant. And that’s all it takes for his control to evaporate as he rushes off the bed and take off his t-shirt, followed by his jeans and the rest of his clothes, leaving only his dark blue navy boxers clinging to his waist.
Well, hot damn!
I knew that Quaid was one healthy boy with ripped up abs and toned body from his broad shoulder right down to those strong muscular thighs, but this up close and personal view is mouthwatering! Holy Shit! The boy even has that delicious V that makes even the smartest girls go stupid in the knees.
Mutha effing crap! He really is perfect!
Freaking Superman, slash Tyler Hychlein has nothing on Quaid’s perfection!
Suddenly my bravado has flown out the window as I look down at my own body. Hell, I have never been one of those girls with body issues. No time to sulk or complain about what was god given to me and frankly I’ve always been pretty comfortable in rocking what I got anyway. Yes, maybe I have too many curves for what is expected of a normal eighteen-year-old girl. But hey, if you have to blame it on anything, blame it on genetics. I’m Portuguese for crying out loud. Latin blood through and through. So, with that comes generous sized breasts, with too much booty to hide and a lot of meat on my bones. And being shorter than your run of the mill teenage girl really doesn’t help hide my curves any better. But I have always been okay with it right up until now. Looking up at Quaid’s perfection really shines on a light that maybe I wanted to be just as perfect to him as he is to me. Screw it! Being insecure doesn’t suit me one bit and I have to say I really hate the feeling, so I pull on my big girl pants and get this show on the road.
I kneel in the center of the bed, which I see now is no longer covered by my books as they are all over the floor along with my yoga pants, casualties of our little study break, and pull my white tank top over my head. Next, comes off my favorite light pink bra, and I throw it to the ground with the other fatalities of our playtime. If he doesn’t like what he sees, he can bite me. This is me and he better believe it he’s one lucky SOB, as there aren’t a lot of guys that can brag about having a woman like me waiting for their next move.
But then my eyes lock with Quaid’s gunmetal blue and I see his face softening as he takes all of me in. I swallow down a gulp as his eyes travel each inch of my body with nothing but awe and worship. My whole body starts to tremble with anticipation and the drumbeat of my heart feels like a full-blown rager is happening inside my chest.
Quaid slowly makes his way onto the bed and kneels in front of me, grasping my face in his hands ever so gently lifting it up, so we are face to face, chest to chest. His thumb traces my cheek with a sweet caress that makes my belly feel like there are actual butterflies taking flight. Yeah, I know I said it! Freaking butterflies in my tummy, how corny is that? The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel like I am the corniest girly girl there ever was, and I don’t even care because I want him to look at me like this forever. The way he’s staring into my eyes makes me feel just as vulnerable as I am strong. Just as weak and at his mercy as he is in mine and it makes me feel like the most treasured girl in the world.
He leans in closer and gives me one small, chaste kiss before he whispers, never once unlocking his eyes off mine.
“And love? What’s the word for love?” he asks, taking a paused breath, waiting for a reply and I see the hidden panic in his eyes as a result of his bold question.
‘Tu.’
‘You,’ I think, but I don’t say it because I am just as startled by his question as I am with my immediate internal reply.
“Amor,” I finally reply and I look up at him tracing my own fingers down his face reaching his jaw and pulling him closer to my lips and when they finally meet his, there is no longer use in hiding why my first answer to the word love was his sweet name.
He leans me back again, gently placing my head on his pillow as he continues to kiss me in a way that is not only desperate to show me how much he craves me but also communicating what he’s feeling right now. Here with me. And I can't deny tha
t with every stroke, nibble and bite, I match him at every turn as I reciprocate every needy, loving touch. I feel it all from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, and I want him to know that I feel it, too. Whatever it is, he’s not alone. I am right there with him. I gently peel his boxers off his waist with one hand and then with my feet lower them off his long slick legs. He never let’s go of my mouth as I explore with my hands the wonder that is his body. How can a body be so hard and soft all at the same time? I make a mental note that I’m going to need a couple of hours just to memorize each and every little bump and valley. I want to be as familiar with his body as I am with my own, learn every secret, lick and kiss every square inch of him. I touch all of him, letting my hands discover the full extent of him. Letting him know that he can’t hide from what I urgently need to discover.
“Jesus,” he whispers while continuing to devour my neck like a starving man.
“Jess, if you want to back out, now is the time to say something,” he grunts out desperately kissing my throat while softly grazing my breast.
Back out? Is he insane? Why would I ever want to back out of this? Everything that he’s doing to my body is making it hum in delight and my heart is so light that it feels like it can actually leave my chest and soar up to the skies. Back out of this? Of feeling this complete? I want to do the very opposite! I want to run headfirst into this feeling and set up residence there. I want to live in this euphoric moment for the rest of my life. Back out of this now would be a cruel punishment. So no, there will be no backing out for him or for me. I won't let him even consider that as an option for him.
With all my strength, I flip us over and now am exactly where I need to be. On top. Quaid’s surprised face will be something I will remember for the rest of my life, but not as much as his next expression as I lower myself to link our two bodies into one. That will be the face I want to keep safe in my mind for all of my remaining days. The look of surrender and adoration. The gleam of devotion in his eyes as he grabs my hips to carry us through the flames. The song our two bodies sing together is too beautiful for words that I start to feel the swell of tears sting my eyes. With each movement, with each touch and caress, I float higher and higher, and it's too much. It's just too much.
Quaid lifts us up off his bed and keeps us linked together as he tightens his hold on my lower back and I hold on for dear life around his neck.
“I know baby, I got you,” he whispers in my ear as he continues to move. He continues to kiss every part of my face, cleaning my tears with each loving stroke.
“I got you, Jess. Hold on to me, baby. I got you.”
And with his words ringing in my head and in my heart, I believe him and shatter into a million glorious pieces with his name on my lips.
“Jesus,” is the last word I hear from him as I’m still up in the air trying to see if my heart will ever come back down to me, or if Quaid will keep it forever. His hold on me is so tight, while he tries to catch his breath but I still feel the aftershocks travel through our bodies as a side effect of what we just shared.
He lowers us back to the bed but this time covering us with the comforter that we must have kicked off throughout all the madness. I place my head on his chest as he strokes my back slowly and ever so gently. Then he lifts my chin to look up at him and all the earth-shattering emotions that are beating a mile a minute in my chest are reflected in his eyes.
What we experienced wasn’t just two kids having sex for the thrill of it. For the discovery of each other. No, there was something much more primal, than that. It was as life-altering to him as it was for me, of that I was sure. I would bet every last cent I had, that what just happened in these four walls was too rare for words and that we would both cherish it forever.
Quaid places a soft kiss on my forehead and looks deep into my eyes, trying to communicate what words can’t even touch. So, I kiss his lower lip in answer to all he wants to say but can’t let out. I snuggle closer to him and rest my head once more on his warm chest, letting the exhaustion of the afternoon’s excitement win me over. As I close my eyes, inches away from sleep overpowering my senses, I hear Quaid breathe out one small but defining word that sums all of what we are feeling.
“Mine.”
And before sleep is able to have its way with me, I whisper in response, “Meu.”
Mine.
Chapter 21
Jess
I was on my way to meet up with Quaid, and I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. I was racing down the stairs with my book bag in hand and my phone on the other texting him that I’d be at the Biology building in less than five when I heard his voice not too far away. He was talking to someone, and although I couldn’t make out the words clearly enough, his tone was clear as day. Tense and agitated.
“You need to leave.”
“Quaid, baby don’t be like that. I came all this way to see you.” At the posh woman’s velvet accent, I stopped immediately where I stood.
“Well, you wasted a trip. You should go, Olivia.”
Olivia? What the hell?
“Quaid, please don’t say that. You know how much you mean to me. Let’s just go somewhere and talk, baby.”
I swear to god if she called him baby one more time I was going to lose it. But first I needed to see my competition, not that whatever she looked like would stop me from bitch slapping her.
Slowly I stepped behind one of the buildings column’s and discretely saw who had made my blood boil. I wasn’t ready for it though. Nope, not ready at all. The woman before me was just that. A woman. In all her impeccable form, she looked to be over thirty at least and had one perfect manicured hand on one of Quaid’s arms that he had crossed over his chest. She had long dark ebony hair with streaks of sunshine in them. Pale flawless skin and deep red lips. She looked like the perfect Snow White in a twisted sexed-up version of a Disney movie. Crap it all to hell the woman was freaking flawless and aside from her being much older than Quaid, I could see why any red-blooded man would fall head over heels for her. I tried to see some blemish, hell any defect on her and came up short. Aside from her being a little on the skinny side, she could have been a runway model for all I knew.
Focus on the positive, Jess. Skinny means that she’ll go down with one punch. Even though I’ve seen enough America’s Next Top Model to know that those girls can take a punch and come back swinging.
“I’m busy, Olivia. You need to go and you need to go now!” he growled. I have pissed off Quaid too many times to know that that growl means he’s done talking.
“Fine. I’ll go for now. But we need to talk and you need to listen to what I have to say. I love you Quaid and even though you think you shouldn’t, I know you love me too. You know how to reach me.” I see her lean in and kiss him gently on his cheek. The expression on her face looks familiar to me but her words are the only thing I register. They repeat in my head over and over again in a loop.
I love you Quaid and even though you think you shouldn’t, I know you love me too.
Quaid doesn’t move. He just stares at her back, watching her go. My heart has stopped beating in my chest as I follow his eyes, as he longingly watches every step she takes away from him.
I’m no longer hidden by anything and am in plain view when he turns around and faces me. I wish I had a better poker face, but I doubt that I can conceal what I’m feeling. Jealousy mixed with heartache. When did I let Quaid Stevens into my heart? When did that happen? Somehow, he slipped his way in and now he was under my skin. How did I get myself into this mess?
I knew Quaid wasn’t perfect. I knew he was hiding something. But along the way, I let my walls lower enough for him to jump over and reach my soft center. Somewhere along the line, I started to believe that he was perfect. That he was good and pure and true. That he was a boy like no other I have ever met. No, not a boy. Aside from my father, he was the best man I knew. But that was all a lie. It was an illusion just like my first instincts had screamed out at me. A goo
d guy did not whisper words of love in your ear, promises of devotion to you when his heart belonged to another. He had fooled me, and like a sucker, I fell head over heels for him. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to him, but I knew from that first kiss, he held my heart. The heart that was now shattered in pieces at his feet.
“Jess...” I see panic in his eyes and that kills me even more. He didn’t expect to get caught in this afternoon rendezvous by me. Before he takes another step, I hold my arm in front of me to stop him from getting any closer.
“Who was that?” I begged.
Please, please give me the truth.
“Who was that, Quaid?”
“No one, Jess. It was no one.”
Wrong answer.
I turn away from him and storm back up the flight of stairs as fast as my feet would let me.
“Jess, wait!” But I don’t. I am a woman on a mission. My mission; get as far away from him as fast as I can.
“Jessica, will you please stop?” Even though I’m racing down the corridor, my small legs are no match for his long ones, and too soon do I feel his breath on my neck. He grabs me by the arm and pins me to the wall. I lower my eyes. Refusing to even look at his face. I feel everything all at once. Anger, rage, betrayal, and sadness. I hate that he’s made me feel this way. Weak. Vulnerable. Foolish for ever believing in him. I hate it, and for that, I almost hate him. Almost.
“Let me go, Quaid.” My voice is ice. I hear it and even I want to cringe at how cold my tone is.
“No, not until you let me explain.” Both his hands are on my shoulders now and if I’m brave enough I’ll see his earnest expression begging for a chance to make this right. But there’s nothing he can do that will. I know that, too.
“What is there to explain? You said that she was no one, so that’s what she is. Now let me go.”