by Ruby McQueen
“Here you go, Sexy,” he offers me my glass of water as he gets onto the bed beside me, naked and looking glorious.
“Thanks,” I take the glass and look to his face as I do, he has this expression on his face I just can’t read, “What?” I say all self-conscious although I can’t help but grin.
“You.”
“Me, what?”
“Watching you orgasm, being with you, Trinity. You were amazing,” he glances over my body, and thank god, my face has lit up like a beacon I’m sure, but I had to ask! He gently skims his hand over the hand print he left on my exposed butt cheek adding, “That suits you, you know?”
“Oh really? It does, huh?”
“You have no idea! You are just a thousand ways to be sexy, I could look at you forever…” Crap! A tight knot starts to form in my throat, and I take a sip of the cool water. He just said forever, what does that mean? Don’t lose your hair, Trinity, he just likes how you look! Stop over thinking it!
I desperately want to change topics so I think about what I can say. Oh, the fortune cookies, perfect! Now to think of a way to slip it in there.
“You liked my cookie, huh?” I give him a naughty grin. Smooth, Trinity, smooth.
“Very much, it’s my favourite cookie,” he is grinning at me like he will split his face in two. “Let’s see if your cookie is in my fortune,” he winks at me and with that he is off the bed again and heading out the door, I take him in greedily while he can’t see me perving at him. God, he is a specimen. I don’t know why I thought he wasn’t my type at first. I’m so glad I don’t have a strict ‘that’s my type’ policy. We have undeniable chemistry. I get up and dash to the loo while he’s gone. I leave the towel behind in the hamper and make my way to the bed again.
He re-enters with the little basket of cookies. I sit at the head of the bed crossing my legs, wrapping my arms around myself. Leaving the warmth of my patch on the bed has given me goosies all over which doesn’t go un-noticed.
“You’re cold? Here, we’ll snuggle in this,” he bends down at the end of the bed and picks up a thick, red polar fleece blanket. He passes me the cookies as he climbs back on the bed beside me. He throws the blanket around me and then pulls it over himself, so we are sharing. He slides his arm behind me and pulls me back to rest against the left side of his chest. I uncurl my legs and snuggle in against him for the warmth. It’s cosy and very couple-y, but I’m cold so I go with it resting against him. It’s not lost on me how I can have sex and be fine, but cuddling is outside my comfort zone! I inwardly high five myself for going with it. I’m doing so well.
“Ladies first,” he motions to the cookies. I pluck one out then offer him the basket to make his selection. He takes the basket and puts it down on my lap taking one for himself.
I gently pull on both ends of my cookie until it cracks in the centre, exposing my message. I pluck it out and read it as I pop half the cooking in my mouth. Derek brings his cookie up in front of me and says, “Crack me, Sexy.” I chuckle and we both pull bon-bon style so he can get his message out. Although he has quite large hands, so I guess he could have accomplished the job one handed.
My Fortune reads; Don’t miss the beautiful colours of the rainbow looking for the pot of gold
“Well, what does it say?”
“It says; Don’t miss the beautiful colours of the rainbow looking for the pot of gold.” A Chinese proverb, I guess. Maybe that’s me with my work situation always with an eye on progressing to investments I muse to myself.
“Ooh deep, Baby Cakes,” he chuckles as he crunches his way through his cookie.
“Mine says; A good time to start something new, thanks for asking,” he squeezes me. New? My heart leaps into my mouth for a second. Me? Us? No, can’t be. It’s just some random message, not really a fortune, just some fun. Yeah, that. Maybe it could be his new move and new job? Yeah, most likely more like it.
“Hey, my mouth was full, I didn’t want to be un-lady like,” I giggle and wriggle against him all shut up like. I sit my message back in the bowl and pluck out another cookie and Derek does the same. I crack open my cookie and start reading it as I start eating the fragments of sweet wafer.
“Anyway, too late for that, Baby Cakes, you had titty veg earlier, so I’d say just fire away.”
“Hah! Shut up!” I say all wounded like, unsuccessfully stifling my laughter. I return to my message, it reads; cast no dirt in the well that gives you water.
“Ok, you want to go first, Hot Stuff?” God, I just said that out loud! Again! I’m almost embarrassed, I type it all the time but there is a buffer of comfort where my embarrassment cannot be seen and I’m much braver at self-expression with the invisible wall.
“No, Ladies first,” I hear him grin.
“Well, it's lame, it says; cast no dirt in the well that gives you water.”
“What? That’s awesome advice. Confucian wisdom at its best! But you didn’t get this one; Help! I’m being held prisoner in a fortune cookie factory!”
“Oh My God, What?” And with that we erupt into fits of laughter.
“It’s freaking awesome, I think I’m going to keep that one,” he adds.
“We are going again then?”
“Yep, I think we should,” there is a suggestive edge to his voice that sends a flush of heat rippling through my insides like the shimmer from a mirage.
“Ladies first?” I enquire with a hint of girlish charm.
“Always.”
And with that I reach for my fortune again before offering him the basket.
I break it open, still grinning over the last one. I idly pop the cookie pieces into my mouth as I read the next message. It reads; love is friendship, set on fire. Holy Crap! I don’t want to read it out! It’s going to be awkward, mostly on my part! I make a little whiny sound which he responds to immediately.
“What? What does it say?” he says in a flatter tone of voice knowing that I’m not thrilled about this one.
“Well, I think I’ve been duded! I think I should get a redo!”
“Don’t be such a baby, just read it out.”
“No, you go first.”
“Really? It can’t be that bad! Ok, mine reads; a man with one chop stick goes hungry,” he makes a sound like an amused huff.
“Well, it’s still better than mine!”
“Give it here then, I’ll read it.”
“Fine,” I pop the message up in the air in front of him and he proceeds to read it.
“Oh, you big baby; love is friendship set on fire... How hard was that?” I feel the shake and know he’s shaking his head at me. I would say something, but I want the attention to be drawn away from the topic.
“Next cookie,” I dive my hand into the basket for one of the last two cookies. Before I crack it open Derek says, “You sure you don’t wanna swap with me?” sounding all smarty pants about it.
“You know what, I will! Thanks.” And with that he opens his hand offering it to me for the swap.
“No problems.”
I grab it and crack it open and pause for a moment almost in silent pray, oh please be a good one, before pulling the half cookie away freeing the hidden note. I smooth it out as I pop half the broken wafer into my mouth. It reads; stop searching, happiness is right beside you... Fuck. Me. Sideways! I think I might expire right here, right now! No way am I reading it! I pop the other part of the cookie into my mouth casually, and decide I need to make up a message so that I can avoid this pit that’s opening underneath me. Ahh!
“Well, Sexy, you go first, unless you’re too chicken again?”
I Motion to my full mouth and mumble out, “Gimme a sec.”
“Righto, well mine says; you are heading in the right direction.” Damn, that was my cookie! Either way one of us got the bad cookie. Quickly I think of what I can say as I swallow the lump in my throat with the remaining mouthful of chewed biscuit.
“Ok, mine says-” I pause and pretend to read it, think of something you id
iot! You need to spit out some kind of cookie line crap!
“Mine says; you love Chinese food.” Gaaah! So dumb! Oh well...
He chuckles and says, “It does?” it’s a question, oh boy!
“Mmhmm,” I hum in agreement.
“Noooo, give me a look,” he holds out his hand in front of me requesting it.
“What! ...Why?” I move left of him a little still clutching it in my left hand but so I can turn my head and see him. Shit! I’m so busted!
“Trinity,” he says in a chastising tone but is still grinning at me.
“Derek,” I rebuff with a face I try to crumple to match his tone of voice.
“Let me see the message.”
“Why do you want to see the message?”
“If you don’t give it to me, I will take it from you.”
Shit! I think about making a run for it, but I’m up against him, it will never work. I go to lean further away and say, “Okay-okay,” in surrender while I plot to get rid of it. I could swallow it.
“I’m waiting,” he says impatiently, and I feel his grip tighten on my left side. Damn it! “Just give it to me!”
“Well....thing is, I don’t want you to see it,” I fess while crushing it into my hand making a tight fist.
“Oh really? Why...? Doesn’t matter, I will see it, you might as well show me now.”
And with that I go to lunge away from him and the blanket making a break for it, but of course I don’t make it very far before he is wrapped around me in a moment and clearly, he has more strength than me. I try to scramble, but I’m going nowhere fast.
“Oh no you don’t, get back here, woman.”
“Noooooo-” I squeal out trying to fight him off me, but he has a tight grip on my right wrist now. He flips me around and pins me to the bed while all my concentration is on the fist containing the bunched-up message.
I am now flat on my back, my right hand pinned by the hovering Derek who is using his weight advantage so I can’t push him away. My left fist is outstretched as far as I can reach it above my head like I’m pumping my fist at a rock concert.
He runs the back of his hand slowly down the back of my outstretched arm down onto my armpit clearly trying to tickle me, so I’ll drop the arm. I wriggle to get loose, but he leans his weight across my legs pinning me further.
“Give it to me, Trinity,” he says with steely determination.
“No!” I lift my head up defiantly as I say it to make my point. I resume squirming beneath him trying to move my legs to get leverage.
“Hmm, looks like you’re pinned, Sexy,” He states oh so smugly glancing around my body like he is devising a plan. I need to outsmart him somehow. If I can just get him to let my right hand go, I could push him away a bit, maybe. So, I stop struggling, and let out a sign like ‘ok, you got me’.
“Good girl,” he holds out his hand in front of me as I slowly bring down my arm never breaking my eye contact with him. I go to move my fist to his and hold it there. He goes to open my hand, but I won’t budge from my grip. He digs his fingers between my own and my palm, but I have monkey grip and he can’t pry it open. He finally releases my right hand and adjusts his weight in the process so he is leaning to my left side on his elbow so he can get both hands onto my fist. I wait a moment and in the same motion I get my right leg out and use my right arm to push him most of the way off me so I can swing the leg around his torso. I try to reef my left hand away, but he has it secured, so I grab at both his hands with my free hand still gripping him with my leg.
“Ahh, I can’t believe you won’t let me see it!” he says still trying to manoeuvre my fingers apart.
“Let me go, or I’ll stick my toe in your ass,” I threaten feeling more confident about my newly acquired limb lock.
“Oh really?” he responds with absolute resolution. And with that he releases my fist and repositions himself sliding in between my legs, where I can feel his now erect cock. Feeling his arousal between my thighs sends a charge through me and he knows it. He pushes himself hard against me and I pulse beneath him in response, while he resumes pinning down my right hand again and I close my eyes. This isn’t fighting fair. When I open my eyes, his heavy gaze is filled with stirs a yearning deep inside me. He slowly lowers his face towards mine and hovers a centimetre from my lips. I feel his hot, sweet breath as he continues to burn his stare down onto me. My breathing picks up pace as I wait for the contact.
“You are all mine, Baby... I can bring you undone... and you know it!” the words slip out slowly and hypnotically from between his lips in a quiet assault upon my mind. Oh, sweet mercy!
He pushes himself against me again making friction against my sweet spot and very gradually makes the softest contact with his lips against mine. He lingers there for a moment before pulling back away with the same deliberate movement. It’s such a different kiss from the one earlier out in the street where he almost devoured me. This kiss feels different, scary different, I’m not sure why. My skin bristles up all over like there is a current circulating around me. He leans in and softly kisses me again. I want more, but as I go to kiss him back, he pulls away again.
He looks at me again with such intensity I can almost feel the forgotten emotions that lurk in the depths of my essence somewhere, bubble up behind my suddenly heavy eyes. I can’t be here; I can’t do this. I want him more than air, this isn’t right. This is far too intimate, and I begin to panic internally.
“Trinity…” his voice is husky and almost shattering to the thoughts that are beginning to stonewall around my heart.
I look up at him unaware that I had even broken eye contact between us.
“Yeah,” I respond in a whisper dreading where this is going. Please don’t go all ‘L word’ on me.
“Have you ever had unprotected sex?” Umm! My thoughts need a second to process the strangest of questions.
“No, never, why?”
“Either have I. We are both clean then...Good. When is your period due?” Am I clean? Is he fucking kidding?
“What? Why?” I’m so confused, why? Does he have a period fetish, wants to bang me while I bleed?
“Just tell me when you’re due, Trinity,” he says in all seriousness, so I begin to think about it. I feel my face flush as I realise, I’m calculating my period days for him. Very soon actually.
“I’d say mid-week, end of week at the latest. Why?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, but...”
“I want to be inside you, Trinity.”
“I want that too.” Well, for Christ sakes let’s just go, no need to get all........Oh. My. God! It dawns on me... This close to my period, I’m not likely to get pregnant.
“Please, let me inside you, Trinity, no condom. I want to feel you, your skin on mine, I want to see me dripping out of you...”
I feel like all the oxygen has been smacked out of me. I don’t have unprotected sex ever! If we got tested to be sure, and I went on the pill, maybe, but this is extreme and unexpected.
“I won’t if you say no, Trinity... Do you trust me?” That’s the question, isn’t it? Does he do this with all the girls? Am I getting played? I don’t think so. But... I know he’s serious, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say my name so many times since we met, well, online met.
“Yes, I trust you...” It scares me that I do, but it’s the truth.
“Can I come inside you?” The way he’s looking into me, so persuasive, it’s disarming me and freaking me out all at once. I lower my arm down and silently offer him the fortune cookie message, it somehow seems way less of a deal now he’s asking to consecrate my insides with his jizz.
“You win,” I say simply as I release my grip on it. He continues to look at me with all seriousness as he takes the little slither of paper, he briefly scans his eyes across it and drops it and the full force of his attention descends upon me like a spotlight in a blackened room. My heart rises into my mouth as I realise this wasn’t just a tactic.
He means it!
“Yes or no.”
In the smallest paltry voice, I whisper, “Ok,” and nod my head.
“No, Trinity, I need to hear it, yes, or no? Be sure, don’t just say it if you don’t mean it.”
I die a little on the inside. I can’t say no, I’m a fool for this guy, I’ve never been able to say no, he’s got me twisted around his little finger, and the only thing that has me seemingly not relegated from my own power, is my uncanny ability to zone into his own insecurities and exploit what I can. Just enough to make him question himself, to create a safe zone. If he truly knew, how I felt, then its checkmate! Truth is, the more time I spend with him, the less I care about my own self-preservation. A prospect that sends a chilling echo of horror through to the depths of my soul. Why is love so scary? The simple answer is my messed-up childhood! Yup, that will do it. I’m not convinced I can survive more heartache, and I have learned over time, love only leads inevitably to heartache.
I take a deep breath in and make sure I look boldly at his dreamy face. His strong black eyebrows framing those dark brown eyes that are quicksand to my heart, and his most deliciously defined lips, thinking about where they’ve been gives me tummy flutters. The more time I spend with him, the more attractive I find him. I want to get lost in him. I muster strength and reply.
“Yes-” God, I hope this isn’t a mistake! Please fertility gods, don’t bless me tonight!
He moves his head ever so slightly and I can see emotions running through his eyes.
“You are incredible, you know that?” Waaaaaay too far out of my comfort zone.
“Shut up and kiss me,” humour, it’s always my backup plan, my fall-back option, my icebreaker! Shock and awe by way of my crude potty mouth a close runner up!
“Yes Ma’am,” he smiles and slowly lowers himself down, and gently touches down on my lips. The most delicate, sweet lips. A shiver runs through me from the pit of my stomach all the way to my face. I feel like crying and I can’t explain it. I throw my arms around him securing him tightly to me to hide my face, and I bury myself in those lips. He responds to my desperation by kissing me hard, all this intensity, I need a release for all these bottled, foreign emotions, they must erupt sexually so I don’t turn me into a blubbering mess!