Break My Fall

by Chloe Walsh

  I peeked through a gap in my fingers. Kyle’s eyes were glued to my body. I whimpered covering my breasts with my hands. This was too much; my skin tingled, my breath quickened.

  Kyle backed up a step. He was directly under the showerhead now and water was trickling down his face. He tilted his head to the side.

  I sucked in a sharp breath. There was a hungered glint to his eyes as they raked over every inch of my body. The blue of his eyes was barely visible; smothered by the blackness of his dilated pupils. His jaw strained.

  Heat pooled between my legs. I needed him to touch me… It was now or never. Every intimate moment we shared, every longing, every urge I felt for him boiled into this moment. I dropped my hands to my sides, exposing myself to him.

  Kyle’s eyes darted to my face. He looked conflicted. I stood still, waiting to see what he would do. His bit his bottom lip, his tongue snaking out to lick over it and stepped towards me.

  Taking my hands, he wrapped them around his neck. I shivered, my heart thundered inside my chest. I stepped towards him and closed the space between our naked bodies.

  Our eyes locked.

  Kyle wrapped his arms around my back. He lowered his face and I raised my lips to meet his. This was it, the moment I had been praying for since the last time he kissed me.

  There was tenderness in his kiss, I never thought him capable. This kiss held none of the raging intensity of our other kisses. It felt like he was savoring me.

  Four months of intense desire for him surged through me. I flung myself into his arms, knotting my fingers in his hair. Our wet bodies collided, slipping and sliding against each other. His back hit the wall behind him. His hands dropped to my waist and I pressed my breasts against his stomach, urging him on.

  I could feel his strong heartbeat thundering against my chest. His mouth opened in a gasp and I slipped my tongue inside. I felt his hardness against my belly and my body shivered with desire. I felt his want, thrilled that he felt more for me than friendship. I wanted more than this tenderness.

  I wanted it all.

  He was trembling, but his hands stayed on my waist unmoving. I whimpered into his mouth, pressing against him harder; he didn’t move.

  Rejection coursed through me and I tore my mouth away. He didn’t want me… Panting for air I practically threw myself out of the shower.

  I wrapped my dressing gown around myself and ran out of the bathroom. I heard him swear loudly from my bedroom door, before I slipped inside.

  Kyle

  I let her leave. Shit. What the hell was wrong with me? I stood under the water, which now frigid, but I couldn’t move, I was still as hard as a rock. Lee had handed herself to me on a soapy naked platter and I’d froze up like some virgin teenager. “Fuck.” I smacked my fist on the tiles. “Goddammit.”

  I flicked off the water and climbed out. Wrapping a towel around my waist I tried to get the mental image of her naked body out of my mind, im-fucking-possible.

  The look of desire on her face, her eyes full of trust would be branded in my memories for the rest of my life. That face was the reason I kissed her; those eyes the reason I stopped. I didn’t deserve her trust, I couldn’t give her what she deserved and Lee deserved a hell of a lot better than me.

  Knowing I didn’t deserve her didn’t stop my body wanting her though and the images of her full breasts dripping with water, those perky rosebud nipples were haunting me. When I thought of lower down; her smooth stomach, curved hips, the small triangle of curls…Fuck.

  I needed a drink.

  Lee

  Derek was standing in front of the stove stirring some concoction of his when I walked into the kitchen. He looked at me and stopped stirring and narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”

  I blushed scarlet. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I fluttered around the room. I couldn’t stand still.

  “Well, you’re all fidgety and you look as guilty as sin.”

  I stopped moving around, went and sat in a chair. “Nothing I’m just bored,” I mumbled.

  He could read me too well. I wondered what Derek would say if I told him I’d tried to seduce Kyle in the shower ten minutes ago? Probably laugh his ass off because it was so stupid. He studied me for a second before shaking his head and returning to stirring. I sighed in relief.

  Cam barreled into the room seconds later. “Hey guys,” she squealed happily. Derek’s attention went straight to Cam, his eyes softened, his mouth curled into a gooey intimate smile.

  A stab of jealousy spiked through me, I wanted a man to smile at me like that. Correction, I wanted Kyle to smile at me like that. “Why are you so happy?” I said a little too grouchy. I felt bad immediately. It wasn’t Cam’s fault she had a man whose eyes lit up when he saw her and smiled at her like she was the only girl in the world.

  “Oh, whose glass is half empty today?” she joked, ruffling my hair. “I just organized a bash for Saturday,” she said gleefully.

  I groaned internally.

  “Another party Cam?” Kyle’s voice said from behind me. I tensed and lowered my head, debating on the quickest exit. I couldn’t run out though, Cam and Derek would think I’d lost my mind.

  He strolled over to the sink and I tried to keep my eyes off his naked back, I really did. Why did he have to walk around half-naked? It was almost October and it was cold, although the temperature in my body peaked at the sight of him.

  “Yes another party, old man,” Cam said in a sarcastic voice.

  The chair beside me scraped and Kyle sat down. I didn’t have to look up to know it was him. My body was so aware of him; it sizzled when he was near. His scent engulfed my senses, fresh soap and maleness clouded my airways.

  His hand touched my knee and I jerked my face up. Kyle was looking at me with a questioning expression. “Are you okay?” he mouthed.

  I nodded.

  He squeezed my knee and I couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to go do something,” I muttered. I got up and walked out of the room.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kyle

  Fucking Cam. Seriously, could she not go through one week without turning the house into a goddamn nightclub? I chugged the last of the beer in my bottle and chucked it in the trash.

  I couldn’t do this tonight. I had plenty invitations for company, but the only place I wanted to be was upstairs in Lee’s room with her.

  She never came downstairs when Cam was throwing a party and I was grateful for that. I didn’t want to get in a fight and I would get in several if Lee were here.

  Dixon was notably absent tonight. Good, that fucker had stepped over the line. At least he had brains enough to realize it; Lee was off-limits. Her sexy lithe body, those hips…I knew I wasn’t the only guy who checked her out. It drove me stir crazy watching the customers at the hotel leer over her. I didn’t think I could handle it happening in my house. I would definitely lose it. She was too perfect for any of these douchebags.

  I hadn’t seen Lee since she ran out of the kitchen the other morning. She was avoiding me again and it hurt like a bitch.

  It was by some small miracle I’d escaped Rachel tonight. She’d attached herself to some poor bastard earlier and the last I had seen she’d been dragging him into Derek’s room.

  I wandered through the house, not knowing where I was going until I was standing outside Lee’s bedroom door. I should turn around and leave, fuck off into my room and work out my frustrations with some lube, but I didn’t.

  I knocked on her door instead. Maybe she was asleep. I hoped she was…

  The door opened inwards and Lee stood before me, in nothing, but one of my t-shirts. “Kyle? What’s up? Are you okay?”

  I groaned, taking in the cute sleepy look on her face, her curls were tousled and flowing freely down her back, the swell of her breasts in my shirt... Damn, she wasn’t wearing a bra again.

  “Is that my shirt?” I asked, it was the only censored thing I could think of to say.

  The truth woul
d have been more along the lines of “Hey princess, I couldn’t think of anything, but your sexy body all night and I've got a raging hard on, which by the way I would love you to help me out with.” God I was sick.

  “Oh, yeah I’m sorry.” She blushed and bit on that pouty bottom lip, knotting her fingers in the hem of the shirt, pulling it down. Her nipples pushed against the material. I closed my eyes…Yep, she was definitely braless under that. “My pajamas are in the wash and I don’t have a spare pair. I didn’t think you would mind. I’ll take it off if you want?”

  Sweet Jesus she was killing me. “No keep it,” I croaked. It nearly killed me to tell her leave it on, it went against my nature. She stepped aside and gestured me in. Hallelujah. I followed her in and closed the door behind us and locked it.

  “So what’s up? Why aren’t you partying?” She strolled over to the bed and I could see cheek. Oh, sweet fuck. She was commando. No bra, no panties…

  “Huh?” I asked as she settled back under the covers.

  “I asked why you weren’t downstairs enjoying the party.”

  Think Kyle think…

  “Uh, I got bored.”

  Stupid Kyle stupid.

  “Okay…” She looked confused. I didn’t blame her; I was confused myself.

  “And my room is, uh occupied.” Well, that made me sound a little less creepy, but it was a bullshit excuse. No one would dare use my room.

  But Lee seemed to be mollified. She smiled at me, her eyes full of knowing sympathy. “Well, you can stay here if you want. I was just about to watch a movie, if you want to join me?” Oh, fuck yeah.

  “What movie are you watching princess?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head and climbing out of my jeans. I guessed we were avoiding the whole shower incident speech, which was fine by me. I had enough regrets about that to last a lifetime. Lee’s cheeks reddened when I stepped out of my jeans. Christ you’d swear she had never seen a man in his boxers before, which was crap because Derek and I always walked around half naked, hell even Cam walked around half naked. We were like a house of nudists.

  Lee cleared her throat and flicked off the lamp on the locker beside her. “Uh Twilight,” she mumbled as she pulled the covers up to her chin. “It’s Cams. It was the only one I could find, but we can watch something else if you’d prefer?”

  The only light in the room was coming from the television screen, but I swear I could see her blush again. “No, that’s cool. I can cope with a little vampire action, so long as you don’t go all team Edward on me.” I climbed in beside her, pulling the covers around my waist. Our legs brushed and she shivered.

  “Team Edward?” She looked confused.

  “You’re eighteen, right? Girls your age usually go bat shit crazy for the vampire in this movie.”

  She pressed play on the remote. “Oh. I’ve never seen it before,” she replied, nestling down on her pillow.

  “Every teenage girl has seen this film.”

  She shrugged. “I guess it’s like you said, I’m not like other girls.”

  The intro started and I settled down beside her. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “No princess, you’re definitely not.”

  Kyle

  My eyes were wide open. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I looked down at Lee nestled into my chest. I glanced over at the clock on her locker, 03.30 it read out in blood read digits.

  I hadn’t realized Lee had nightmares; she had never said anything…But judging from the way her body had shook-and the gut wrenching cries that had come from her throat-they were violent ones. She snuggled up to me. She was close, too fucking close, but the closer she was to me, the more her body relaxed.

  Her shirt had ridden up her body during the night and her naked ass was now pressing against my junk. I was a saint because I doubted there was another guy on the planet that could just lay with this girl and not touch her… Well, that’s not technically true. I was touching her, just not in all the ways I wanted to. I’d wrapped my arms around her when I woke and held her tightly. That had helped and I was still holding her just as tightly.

  I must have kissed her hair a hundred times when she was crying.

  Jesus she had scared the shit out of me. What had she dreamed about that would terrify her like that? I had never heard any sound so gut wrenching.

  However, the distressed cries that had come from her earlier, had changed to soft moans. She was dreaming of something else entirely now. Her head nestled in the crook of my arm as she grinded her ass against me. In her sleep.

  Fuck my life.

  This was heaven. This was fucking purgatory. I could think of nothing apart from how easy it would be to slip inside her right now. Goddammit, I should have taken off my boxers last night. They were wet now, from her and from me. She moaned, mumbling something incoherent and I couldn’t resist anymore; I lowered my head and sucked on her neck.

  “Hmm Kyle...” I pulled back and froze. Was she awake?

  I didn’t think so.

  She was dreaming of me...my male pride soared. I stared at her face, her eyes were closed, but she licked her lips.

  I watched her like a dirty pervert as she slipped her hand between her legs. Fuck this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Her mouth fell open while she touched herself. I was jealous of her hand. I didn’t think about what I was doing until I covered my hand over hers, feeling the way she touched herself. She was rubbing her clit. Her hand was soaking. She was soaking. I grinded against her and felt her fingers quicken. I lost all resolve and brushed her hand aside, replacing it with mine.

  I wanted this, she was dreaming of me, so she was going to come for me. She groaned loudly and spread her legs wide. I grunted when I felt how slick she was. Rolling her clit between my fingers, I felt her jerk. Her breathing changed.

  She was awake.

  Too late, I couldn’t stop.

  I dipped a finger inside her. She was so fucking tight. Her tight little pussy squeezed my finger as I slid it in and out slowly.

  “Ahh,” she moaned. Yep, she was definitely awake.

  “I’m not stopping baby,” I told her, slipping a second finger in. I twisted my fingers inside her pussy to find that spot all girls seemed to love.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered. I moved my fingers faster, quickening the pace. Her moans became louder, until she was screaming and bucking against my hand. I pulled my hand out of her and pushed her down on her back.

  “Kyle,” she cried, her face flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and desire. “What are you doing?”

  I pulled her hips to my face and grinned. “Shh, baby I got you.” Dipping my head, I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked hard.

  “Oh god...” She wriggled and tried to squirm away.

  I pressed my hand down on her lower stomach, holding her still. “Stop moving baby, let me give you this.” I wrapped my other hand around her thigh and sank my tongue inside her, using my thumb to tease her nub. She tasted fucking perfect on my tongue.

  Lee relaxed and spread her legs wider for me to take her. I took it all, every drop of her sweet juices, lapping them up with my tongue.

  “Kyle,” she cried. “I feel... Something’s happening to me…” I smiled against her pussy. Yeah, something was happening all right; she was coming all over my tongue.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lee

  After spending most of the day in my room wallowing in self-pity, my stomach growled. God, my cheeks were still burning from the shower incident, let alone the whole Kyle giving me my first orgasm before sneaking out.

  I was such a fool. Kyle couldn’t have made it clearer that he wanted to be friends, but no, I had to go and throw myself at him…literally. It had been hours ago and I was still cringing in shame, chewing on my fist.

  Music was pumping from the stereo downstairs; we had company. I trudged downstairs and smoke filled air immediately filled my lungs. I hated cigarette smoke; it reminded me of my father.

 
People were scattered around the hall and I could see from the open door that the kitchen was jammed with people. I would have gone straight back upstairs normally, but I was so hungry I decided food was more important than nurturing my anxiety. A familiar redhead approached me from the kitchen direction, barely decent in denim short-shorts and a cut off blue tank top, revealing her tiny waist. My god, did she not feel the cold?

  “Cute jim-jams.” Rachel said. “Or are you trying out for a sports team?” I knew she was being sarcastic and I silently cursed myself for coming downstairs in Kyle’s old ratty football shirt and shorts. Choosing to ignore her and her nasty comments, I walked past her.

  Girls like Rachel made my skin crawl. I could never understand their need for bitchiness and continuous drama. I had suffered for years at the hands of girls just like Rachel at my highschool back home. Like Rachel, I had done nothing to those girls who obviously disliked me.

  “Oh right, I forgot Kyle said you were a little slow,” she said, loudly enough that people stopped to stare at me. I took a deep breath, urging myself to calm down and not retaliate. That was what she wanted. She was lying. Kyle wouldn’t say that about me… Would he? I kept my feet moving away from her.

  What the hell did Kyle see in her? She was such a bitch. Sure, physically she was beautiful, but that girl was pure poison inside.

  “Kyle said you were a small town dummy with no education. Good enough to clean his bed, but not to be in it.” I turned around to glare at her and she stepped closer. “Am I wrong?” Was she? I used to have hopes, dreams and ambitions, but now? And Kyle couldn’t get away fast enough away from me… I reddened, she was right. I was exactly that. “Thought not,” she sniggered. Leaning closer to me, she whispered into my ear, “Don’t think you’re anything special sweetheart. When the chips fall, it will be me, he chooses.” She flicked her hair back, plastered a fake smile on her face and walked off.