by Owens, C. M.
He moans into my mouth as I slide my hand up and down, finding a rhythm he seems to thoroughly enjoy, and his hand curves around my ass until he finds my sex and slips a finger in.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he breathes into my mouth, and that’s all I can take as I slide his pants down to fully free that piece of perfection my eyes haven’t seen yet.
I’ve spent the night in his arms, and we managed to keep our clothes on. This morning, however, I’m tired of being a good girl.
He rips my thongs to the side as the tip of his erection grazes my wet opening, and I begin throbbing harder as it slides in just a little.
He grabs my hips and starts to push me down, when barreling footsteps in the hallway ring out. I drop to the ground just as someone swings the door open.
“What the hell?” Tag gripes at whoever is in the room.
I stay still, quiet, and out of sight, as the mystery intruder starts to speak.
“Sorry, have you seen Ash? Mom wants us to head out for shopping and stuff before the festivities tonight. You coming?”
Wren. Damn it, it’s Wren.
“I don’t feel like shopping. What makes you think I’ve seen Ash?”
There’s silence, and I can hear, rather than see, Wren’s smile.
“Oh come on. Everyone saw the way you two couldn’t keep your eyes off of each other, and the only two people not in attendance for the fireworks were you two. So give it up. Did you fuck her or what?”
My cheeks fume with their red shade, and I hear Tag nervously clearing his throat.
“No. We watched the fireworks last night from the balcony, but she-”
“Don’t say she went back to her room, because the bed is still made, proving she never went there last night. Since when are you shy about sharing details? I’m getting married, so I have to live vicariously through you.”
Details? Definitely not good.
“She slept here - all we did was sleep, though. She left a little bit ago to go change so no one thought she was taking a walk of shame. Anything else?”
“Bullshit. You don’t just sleep with girls, and you know it. She’s still in here, isn’t she? That’s why you’re being so evasive.”
Oh shit.
I scammer around to jerk my skirt into place, and then I roll under the bed just as Wren’s feet stop in the spot where I was lying.
“Dude, get serious. She’s not in here. We really didn’t fuck. She was drunk, and you know my policy on that.”
“Oh. I didn’t know she was drunk. Still though, you don’t just sleep with girls.”
“We were both incredibly drunk, and we fell asleep without meaning to. Christ. Get the hell over it.”
Wren laughs, and then I watch his feet head toward the door.
“Just meet us downstairs in twenty if you change your mind. Mom sent me to retrieve Ash since Bity has apparently disappeared with Rene. He’s so fucking stupid. There’s no way I’d leave a girl as hot as Ash to be with Rene.”
Tag snickers from above, and I roll my eyes. He told me Wren was Ashed. Gross.
“I’m not changing my mind, but since Bity is out with Rene, how about you tell Melanie Ash didn’t want to go? I could use the day to Tag her.”
Ass.
Wren laughs loudly, and I just puff from under the bed.
“Well, I suppose there’s no harm in that since Bity is loving Rene again. I still think he’s a dumbass for that endeavor.”
“I’m just glad she’s leaving me alone. I’d have gotten Bity a girl a long time ago if I had known it would make Rene hang on him.”
I have to get out of here before I throw up in my mouth.
Wren laughs again, and then I hear the click from the door shutting just before Tag’s head suddenly descends and peers into the opening where I’m shamefully hiding.
This is more humiliating than his fountain accident.
“You can come out now,” he teases, his boyish grin almost making me smile against my loathsome desire not to.
“Cute. Real cute,” I grumble while rolling out from under the bed.
I shuffle to my feet and smooth out what wrinkles I can as I fidget with the skirt that loves climbing up my legs.
“So, we have the house to ourselves now,” he says while bouncing his eyebrows up and down. Then he grabs me at my waist and pulls me back down on the bed before his lips graze mine. “So where were we?”
I was about to make a big mistake.
I can’t fuck my best friend’s mortal enemy. Not to mention, Tag is obviously the type to kiss and give details. No thanks.
“I was about to go grab a shower, eat breakfast, and then wait on the others to get back - which won’t be long after I do all that,” I mutter while pulling away.
***
Tag
What the hell did I miss?
Once second she’s on top of me, seconds away from letting me have her, and the next she’s like ice. What happened to flip the switch? Women should come with an instruction manual - one for every type.
Surely Wren bursting in couldn’t have doused the moment that much. Fuck.
I’m going to implode if we keep up this game of tease-but-don’t-please.
“Mind telling me what just happened?” I muse while holding back my agitation and rising up to face her.
“I just need to gather myself. Look, I know you don’t get this, but I’m really not into the whole 'screwing someone I barely know.' I realize we keep getting into these... situations, but obviously you and I have different opinions on what sex is for. Sorry, but I need to go.”
I'm going to need a cold shower. Maybe she needs me to be blunt.
“I don’t get you. Why do you keep telling me no when it’s painfully clear you want to say yes?”
She smiles softly and then walks toward the door as I climb out from under the sheet and pull my pants back into place.
Her eyes flash down to my cock before it’s fully covered, and her cheeks burn with a crimson glow as I strut toward her.
“Stay, talk, enjoy a little bit of time with me, and if the moment arises, don’t freak out,” I soothe, treating her like a skittish cat backed in a corner.
“Sorry, Tag. Really, I am, but I can’t stay in here with you. Um, I’ll... I’ll see you later,” she hesitantly releases before darting out.
“Yeah, later,” I mumble to the vacant room before flopping back down to the bed.
I have to stop obsessing about this girl. I just begged her to stay and talk. I don’t beg - especially to talk.
Get a grip, Tag. She’s just a girl. Just a damn girl.
I wish I could convince myself of that. The truth is, I enjoyed last night. She snuggled up to me all night long. I've never done that with anyone. I've passed out after exhausting myself, and sometimes the girl crashed next to me, but it wasn't like what I did with Ash last night.
I don't know how this happened. Her rich wit and her sassy finesse keeps me on my toes, and I like it. Her disarming smile makes me dissolve, and when I'm with her, I'm not some dick trying to get lucky - well, not the way I usually am. I'm just... me.
It's refreshing.
***
Ashiara
Oh my damn.
I’ve spent an hour hiding out, and all I’ve been able to think about is Tag - or his lips on my body, rather. I'm a train wreck on steroids right now.
I have to stay away. Maybe if I go for a swim, it’ll clear my head.
I pull on my bikini, and then I slip on a pair of frayed jean shorts and a slinky top. Staring in the mirror, I start questioning my true intentions. Am I hoping to run into him while wearing something as slinky as this?
No. I need to clear my head.
Creeping past his bedroom, I head downstairs, which is silent. Maybe he went back to sleep, or even better, maybe he left.
“Looking for someone?” a playfully seductive voice chimes in to interrupt my thoughts, and I cringe as I slowly turn around.
Drat.
There he is - all of his perfection completely intact. He's smirking as he pops a slice of an apple in his mouth, drawing my eyes to those lips I know feel as incredible as they look. He has on a sleeveless shirt that shows his arms, shoulders, and a bit of his smooth chest.
I can tell those shorts hang low, even though his shirt hangs over the waistband. I pray his shirt stays on so I don’t have to see those mouthwatering hip lines again.
“Hungry?” he asks with a mischievous glare as he takes in my gaping, awestruck, ridiculous reaction to seeing him.
Very hungry - for all the wrong things.
Swallowing hard and pushing my jaw back into a respectable position, I murmur, “Yeah. A little.”
“I can have Eduardo whip you something up,” he says while moving to the phone in the front kitchen.
Eduardo’s kitchen is separate, enormous, and filled with fancy things I don’t even know how to turn on. Not to mention, the pantry in his kitchen is stocked with ingredients I’ve never even heard of. This one is more user friendly for the layperson such as myself.
“That’s okay. I’ll just have some cereal or something,” I force out while walking far away from him and heading to the cabinets.
“Cereal, huh? I thought you to be more of the muffin or bagel type,” he murmurs while watching me too intently.
“Are you saying it looks like I eat too many carbs?” I tease while opening one of the top cabinets.
I feel my shirt sliding up as I stretch to reach the box of bran, and his eyes fall on the smooth skin of my stomach.
“Not at all. You just don’t seem like a cereal girl.”
He swallows hard, suddenly not liking the game he started here in the kitchen as I lower my hands back down with the cereal in tow.
I grab the milk, a bowl, and a spoon before being a big girl and going to stand next to where he's sitting at the bar. As I toss together my breakfast, I decide to address his weird comment.
“What does a cereal girl look like?” I mock.
“Just... not like you. Going swimming?” he asks, changing the subject while clearing his throat.
“Huh?” I ask in confusion.
He reaches over and flicks my bikini-top strings that have crept out of the collar of my low-cut shirt.
“Oh,” I murmur softly. “Thought about it.”
“Me too,” he says while giving me his heart-stopping, carefree grin.
He pulls his shirt up to show the top of his swimming trunks peeking out above his shorts. Sadly, I can't even tell you what color they are, because I'm focused on the skin he just revealed - not the material.
Damn that sexy V.
He knows exactly what he’s doing right now.
“Ah. Well. I guess we think alike.”
***
Tag
She seems timid, unsure of herself, and a little caught off guard, as she drools over the bit of skin I'm showing her. It’s absolutely adorable, and I finally let my shirt fall back into place to relieve her of her burden.
I know what I have to do. I’m going to have fun doing it, too.
“How about a game of truth or dare?” I ask while leaning over the counter as she tries to focus her attention on her bowl of cereal.
I hate cereal.
She lets a sweet laugh free while shaking her head.
“I don’t think so, Tag. I don’t trust the dares you would throw my way. How about a game of just truth instead?” she counters while bringing the spoon up to her delicious lips that are turned up in a sexy smile.
Damn those lips.
“Truth? That doesn’t sound like very much fun,” I say while pursing my lips.
“It is if you raise the stakes.”
The excitement in her eyes is intriguing. What is this vixen up to?
“Elaborate.”
“Well,” she says while pushing her bowl back, "for every truth you won’t tell, you lose an article of clothing. Shoes don’t count, by the way.”
She's bolder than I thought. Fucking mixed signals.
“Sounds good to me. I’ll lie until I’m naked.”
She lets her head fall back to laugh, and I smile involuntarily at the very sexy sound of her sweet giggles.
“That’s the fun part,” she continues. “If you get naked first, then you have to leave me alone for the remainder of the weekend - well, today and tomorrow.”
I frown as I tilt my head.
“That doesn’t sound fun at all. You don’t know how to deal out incentive very well.”
She laughs again and stands to slip in front of me, pressing her body between the counter and me, and making my cock burn and pulse to feel her.
“If I get naked first, then you can do any debasing, scandalous thing you want to with my body.”
A weaker man would have just shot his load right then and there. I'm almost a weaker man.
This just got interesting.
The knot in my throat becomes a hellacious beast as my hand slides around her waist before pulling her against my arousal, desperate to show her just how bad I want her.
“I like this game a little better now. Should we take this to the pool?”
“Sure. I like getting wet,” she jokes, making my jaw drop as I follow her twitching ass outside.
Damn that ass.
“I think you’re enjoying toying with me,” I mumble, and she smiles sweetly before stretching out on a lounge chair.
“I think you enjoy dodging any real conversations, so this should be interesting. Should I go first?”
I sit down beside her, and I rest my elbows on my knees as I study her tempting body.
“It seems you have one more article of clothing than me. What should we do about that?”
She smiles and stands to her feet while removing her shirt and tossing it to the ground. My mouth does its best to not drop to the ground as I stare at her glorious body - curvy in all the right places.
Her chest is… oh it’s phenomenal, and that’s just what I can see of it. Her slick, perfect stomach has just enough definition to stay feminine, making my mouth drool puddles.
“Better?” she says while blushing lightly under my appraising eyes.
“Much,” I strain out as my pants tighten.
“I’m assuming that means you’re not wearing any underwear under your swimming trunks?”
I smirk while shaking my head.
“Never do. Now, what about that question?”
She sits back down to face me, her eyes glowing mischief, while leaning back and propping up on her hands.
“What’s your notch count?” she bluntly asserts with a devious grin.
Christ.
That’s not the question I was expecting. I thought that sweet little mouth was going to ask something mundane, not reach under the table and cut me off at the knees.
I grimace as I think back to my countless affairs and meaningless one-nighters. I can’t tell her I’ve been with so many girls that I don’t have a notch count anymore.
With a sigh and a cheeky grin, I stand up and pull my shirt over my head before lowering myself back down to the seat. Her triumphant grin glows as she stares at me with a successful beam.
“That was easy enough,” she pokes.
Rolling my eyes, I lean forward again as she takes in my shirtless body.
“Your turn. Same question.”
Time to get out of those shorts.
She gives me a wicked grin, and then she leans up while undoing the top button of those tiny little jean shorts.
“Three,” she says while ending her teasing display.
I look up, a little shocked at first, and then I burst out laughing.
“You might as well finish taking off those shorts, babe. There’s no way you’ve only been with three people.”
I laugh harder, and her grin grows.
“I didn’t start dating until I was almost eighteen. The first guy I slept with had been my boyfriend for over a year before we took that ste
p. After we broke up, I got involved with another guy, and after a few months, I slept with him. Then after him... well, you get the picture."
***
Ashiara
He looks very suspicious of me, and I really don’t blame him. It is rather low for a girl my age, considering I’ll be twenty-one next month. These days, that's too low - that's actually a sad fact.
“There’s no way you would consider doing this game - where the end result could have you under me - if you were that innocent.”
I grin deviously.
“First of all, I never said I was innocent. Just because my notch count is low, doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced - it just means I’m not as easy. As for the game, well, as you can see, I’m not afraid of losing. One question in, and you had to remove your shirt. The one thing you’re not so good at, Tag, is being real.”
He sits back, his smile fading and seriousness coming to his eyes.
“You’re for real? Three? That’s it? How did you manage that? I mean... look at you.”
“Because I haven’t always looked like this. Now, it’s my turn again. Ready to lose your shorts?”
He flashes an uncomfortable grin, and then motions his hands in a bring-it-on gesture.
“What’s the longest relationship you’ve ever had?”
He inhales deeply and then winces.
“A week. Now, my turn to ask you something. How many of those three guys brought you to orgasm during sex? And that doesn’t include oral sex.”
Oh shit. Frigging eh.
I can’t tell him I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. He’ll think I’m broken or defective or something.
Crap.
Standing up, I slip out of my shorts and drop them to the ground, bringing a wolfish grin to his face.
“Interesting,” he murmurs as if to himself.
Please don’t know.
“My turn,” I grumble as his eyes scour my newly shining skin, lingering over the orange fabric barely covering me. “What’s the one thing in life you feel guiltiest about?”
I have to give him tough, unanswerable questions so he gets naked first. There’s no way I can hand myself over to him, knowing damn well I'm not a one-and-done kind of girl. Sex means something to me... usually. I think. He's really screwing with my head.