500 Days

by Jessica Miller

  “Did I ever tell you, you have the most amazing eyes? They remind me of a summer storm. Cloudy and dark, but still a hint of blue, hidden in there is a light.” I didn’t understand anything she was saying. Just as long as she was touching me I didn’t care. I took her hand in mine and kissed her palm. I felt her shiver.

  I was trying so hard to think with my head and not my dick, but with the way she was touching me it was too fucking hard. Her hand ran across the thin fabric of my t-shirt and stopped on my tattoo of the ivy heart. She traced the outlines of the heart making my dick fully erect. She slipped her hand up behind my neck and pulled me ever so slightly closer to her. “Casper,” she whispered. “Kiss me.” When I looked into her desperate green eyes that was all the invitation I needed. My lips came down so hard and fast on hers I thought for sure she would push me off of her. Instead she pushed me back on the bed. Her lips were the softest thing I have ever touched and I couldn’t get enough of them. I nibbled gently on her bottom lip and gave a slight tug. She opened her mouth a little wider, allowing me access to explore. I let out a small moan as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Kissing her awoke something inside of me.

  She ran a hand down my chest and rubbed it over the protruding bulge in my pants. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I rolled her over so she was underneath me now. I needed to be in control. I slipped my hand into her soft silky hair as I kissed her jaw, neck and collarbone. She let out a tiny gasp with each touch. I pulled back a little to look into her eyes. “What is it?” she asked.

  “I can’t do this.” I sat up and begrudgingly pulled myself away from her, suddenly growing a conscience.

  Alex pushed herself up onto her elbows. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She looked down at my dick that was practically jumping out of my pants. “Do you…need some help?” God she was killing me.

  “Yes, but not with that.” I got up from the bed needing to distance myself from her. “We’re both drunk and this wouldn’t be right.”

  She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Casper, I’m sure I’m not the first girl you slept with drunk.”

  “Definitely not, but the first one I actually cared about taking advantage of.” She smiled, making her eyes sparkle. My insides were tearing apart at the sight of her. I ran my hands through my hair. I had the most beautiful girl in the world in my room and she wanted to have sex with me and I was telling her no. What the hell was wrong with me? And when the fuck did I grow a conscience?

  Alex touched my shoulder, startling me. “Casper, I think it’s sweet that you’re trying to be a nice guy and all, but I’m telling you now, this is a one-time offer. You take me now or I walk out the door. I’m giving you the okay. I’m an adult and I make my own decisions. So now it’s time you make one. Do you want me or not?”

  Fuck chivalry.

  My body slammed into hers so fast I almost knocked us to the floor. I pulled her into me so tight she gasped, opening her mouth, and inviting me in. She tasted so good I wanted to devour every inch of her. The first to go was my shirt. Alex moved her lips down my jaw, sucking lightly on my neck and then moving her way across my chest, pulling tenderly on my nipple rings, making me want to explode. She fell to her knees and started to undo my pants.

  Oh hell no. I was not going to allow her to do this. She was better than that. I bent down and pulled her to her feet by her arms. She had a slight fearful expression, but her eyes shined with excitement. I kissed her hard and deep then. My hands roamed every inch of her skin, wanting to touch just any part of her. Her body fell against mine, molding so perfectly with mine. Her lips were like honey, the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. She managed to undo my pants and slip her hand down the front. I thought my legs would give out so I knew I needed to move us to the bed. I took a step forward, pushing her back with me and causing her hand to push harder on my junk. I let out a small grunt as my hands frantically searched for the zipper of her dress. Unzipped, she took a step back, and let the dress fall to her ankles. It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

  I pulled her smooth, silky skin to mine, spreading my fingers wide, caressing her sides as I made my way down to her behind. I squeezed and lifted her off the ground. Her long legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I eased her onto the bed and begun to kiss her neck, tasting her sweet skin. I dragged my lips across her chest and pressed a gentle kiss in between her breasts. Goose bumps spread gingerly across her skin. I moved back a little so I could get a full view of her body. I stiffened and froze in place. I could feel her breathing heavy beneath me. When I stopped she opened her eyes to look at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked breathless.

  I was afraid to open my mouth. Afraid I was dreaming. Was I really that drunk?

  I placed my hand on her side and closed my eyes, hoping I wasn’t imagining this. I blinked and it was still there. I tried not to freak out. I didn’t want to scare her away, not when I finally found her. All this time she was right under my nose. I laughed a little to myself. Alex looked at me strange. Of course the girl of my dreams would end up being Alex. The one girl in a million years that I would have thought it wouldn’t be. I traced the ivy tattoo along her sides, lightly pressing my finger to her tender skin. Her breaths came quick as my fingers reached the lower part of her stomach where the tattoo stopped. “Poison ivy,” I whispered, kissing the tip of the tattoo where it ended just above her bikini area. I felt her suck in a breath and her body tensed.

  She sat up on her elbows, brows pulled tight together. “What did you say?”

  She reacted to my words. Did she remember? I decided to test the waters and see how far I could go. “Your tattoo reminds me of poison ivy. Toxic, yet beautiful, inviting, making you want to touch even though you know the risk of getting hurt.” I looked up into her wide eyes. The green in them was brighter than I had ever seen. My hands danced their way up the other side and underneath her breast, following the tattoo. “One touch and I’m itching for more. Lips so dangerous one kiss could be deadly.” She finally let out the breath she was holding. I stared up into her hypnotizing green eyes looking for an answer, for some form of truth.

  She had a better game face than I did. She showed no signs of remembering that night we shared together six months ago. But yet something still told me she did. She responded by slipping her hands behind my neck and lifting my face up to hers. Her lips pressed roughly against mine, hungry for my kisses. Her tongue slipped into my mouth making me grunt and want more. I pressed my hips sharply into hers causing her to moan with anticipation. Everything about her excited me in ways I never knew were possible.

  I wanted to make her moan and scream my name. I wanted to show her just how good she made me feel by allowing me to touch her. I cupped her breast and rubbed my thumb over the red lace fabric. Her breath came heavy again and the vibrations from the moans she let out exploded in my mouth. Wanting to feel her young, perky breasts, I slid my hand under her bra and cupped it tightly, surprised to find she too had her nipple pierced. I was learning that she was filled with all kinds of surprises.

  With one hand I unclasped her bra and threw it to the side, taking her breast into my mouth. I nibbled and tugged lightly on her piercing. She ran her hands through my hair, gasping. I rubbed my fingers over her damp undies. She gripped my hair tighter. God it felt so good. Wanting so desperately to taste her, I pushed her underwear aside, and flicked my tongue over her most sensitive parts. The barbell I had through my tongue was a nice added addition for most girls. As I stroked and licked I flicked the ball of the ring against her clit. She arched her back and gripped the sheets. I pressed in a finger. She was so wet I had no problem slipping in a second one. She groaned.

  “Casper,” she gasped. I worked my fingers and tongue simultaneously bringing her close to climax. Her legs were shaking so I moved my fingers in and out faster and pushing up to hit just the right spot. When she moaned my name again and again I knew I did. The small noises she made were turning me on so bad, but I didn
’t want her to stop. She cried out once, trying to mask it with her hand, and then her body relaxed against the bed. I slipped my fingers out and wiped the dampness on the sheet. I watched as her breathing began to steady. Sweat was glistening across her forehead causing her hair to stick to her face.

  I gently pushed it away and cupped her cheek with my hand. Her eyes were still closed but she was wearing a satisfied smile. She turned her head ever so slightly, just enough to kiss the palm of my hand. “How do you feel?” I knew she had come, but I wanted to hear it from her lips.

  “Amazing,” she breathed, opening her eyes. “Can you do that again?”

  I chuckled. “I can do that all night long.”

  She smiled wide, reminding me how often I ached to see that beautiful smile. “Good, but first, my turn.” She sat up and pushed me over to my back. Her hands hooked onto my pockets and yanked off my jeans. Then she straddled me, leaning down to kiss my jaw and neck, grinding against my package as she kissed each piece of my hot flesh. Even though there were two thin layers of fabric between us the motion was enough to make me want to burst. I moaned when her tongue flicked my hard nipples. She bit down. I let out a tiny yelp. The small shock of pain was quickly overcome by pleasure.

  I didn’t stop her this time when she pulled off my underwear and tickled the tip of my penis with her tongue. I held my breath as she opened her mouth and devoured me. Her lips were velvety soft and the inside of her mouth was warm and moist. I tangled my fingers into her long, dark brown hair. I resisted the urge to push her head down further. She needed no assistance. One hand ran up my torso while the other gripped my cock, moving up and down, twisting, and tightening. If I didn’t stop her soon I would explode in her mouth. I had no qualms about letting her finish me off, but I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel the wetness between her legs and watch her face as I brought her to climax again.

  “Alex,” I groaned. She didn’t stop. “Alex.” She was determined to finish me off. I yanked on her hair, pulling her away from me. She smiled wickedly and licked her lips. This girl was going to be the death of me. I sat up and kissed her so hard I thought I would bruise her precious lips. She sucked lightly on my tongue, giving my piercing a tug. I shoved her down on the bed and she bit her bottom lip. “You are so beautiful.” I pushed her hair out of her face and just stared into her eyes for a moment, lost in the sea of green. “I never wanted someone as badly as I want you right now.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I reached over into my night stand for a condom. I slipped it over my shaft and spread her legs wide. I kissed her prolonging this moment for as long as I could. The tip just reached the surface and she tried to move down so I was all the way in. I stopped her, wanting to control this. If I let her have her way I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Casper,” she breathed. “Stop teasing me.” I smiled satisfied. She was begging me. There was a desperate plea in her voice. I pushed her back, crushing my lips to hers and slipping inside her all the way. She let out a small whimper.

  She felt so good, better than I had expected or remembered. She hooked her nails into my behind, pushing me into her deeper and harder. I slipped in and out of her a few times, kissing her intensely. I could feel her coming apart the more I pushed inside of her. I needed to hurry her along or I would finish before her. I leaned onto my elbow so I could reach in between us with my other hand. I circled my fingers softly over her clit, gradually applying pressure. Her nails dug into my shoulder with each stroke. I could feel her build and knew she was about to go. I quickly pressed myself on top of her and thrust in and out, harder, building speed. She bit my shoulder to muffle her moans while I buried my head in her hair. I cried out with the final thrust, collapsed down on top of her and kissed her neck, before rolling off.

  I tilted my head so I could look at her. I waited until her breathing became a slow steady rhythm and then I slipped my hand behind her neck and kissed her lips tenderly. She smiled, her eyes were slightly dazed and cheeks were flushed. “I’ll be right back.” I got up and disposed of the condom in the bathroom. I relieved myself and then came back out to an empty bed. I looked up to find her standing by the window in all her naked glory. Most girls tried to cover themselves afterwards, but not her. I was glad she didn’t. She had an amazing body. I stood back just admiring her. She had mile-long legs and a nice round behind. She was thicker in the middle but that just made her more appealing. She was a real woman with curves that I wanted to wrap my hands around and never let go. The tattoo of the ivy that she had wrapped partially around her back and up both sides gave her an edge, a dark side that she kept hidden underneath, waiting for someone to unravel.

  I could just stare at her forever, but not wanting to risk getting caught; I snuck up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist. I nestled my chin into the crook of her neck. She settled back into me, sweeping her arms over mine. She fit so comfortable in my arms as if we were tailor made for each other. Despite how tall she was I still towered over her by at least half a foot. She was the perfect height to hug, kiss, and everything else I wanted to do to her. I pulled her back to bed with me and snuggled up close to her. I held her tight to my chest not wanting to ever let her go. I gently grazed her back until she fell asleep and when I could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest; I knew it was safe for me to close my eyes.

  Chapter 12

  Alexis

  I woke up feeling trapped. I was caught in a tangle of limbs. I had an arm draped over my body and a head full of dark, thick hair resting on my shoulder. What the hell did I do?

  I looked around the room in hopes of remembering something. The room was familiar. I’ve been here before. I spotted the guitar case in the corner and then my dress and a pair of jeans. The entire night came crashing back like a riptide. I was in Casper’s room. I looked down at the naked man strewn across my chest. I slept with Casper and I was currently secured under his unforgiving grip. I covered my mouth and turned my head. How much did I drink last night?

  This was not good. How the hell was I going to get myself out of this?

  Damn it, I really screwed up. My eyes shifted back to Casper who was sleeping soundly. I slid my legs out from underneath his and then I carefully lifted his arm, praying I wouldn’t wake him. I maneuvered my way out from under him. He stirred. I froze. When I heard him start to snore again, I let out a breath and snuck out of bed. Knowing it would take too long to get my dress back on, I grabbed one of Casper’s t-shirts out of a wash basket by the closet, not caring if it was clean or not. I threw on the shirt and then found a pair of sweatpants and swiftly pulled them over my legs. I gathered my clothes and purse as I tiptoed my way out the door.

  I text Declan, keeping my fingers crossed that she would answer back. I panicked when I heard a doorknob turn. I slowly spun my head and held my breath. It was Declan. She looked at me curiously. “I need you to take me home,” I whispered.

  “Why are you in such a rush to leave?” I pressed my hands to my lips for her to keep her voice down and then I pointed for her to follow me into the living room. She stopped when she saw the empty couch. “Where’s Casper?” Her brows furrowed and she stuck her hands on her hips. I bit my nails as her eyes searched my outfit. “You didn’t.”

  I cringed under her accusing stare. “It was an accident.”

  “What, your vagina just happened to fall on his dick?”

  “No I was drunk and why are you so mad at me anyway? You told me I should sleep with him and get it over with.”

  “Yes, but now you’re bailing which is not cool.”

  “I’m not bailing,” I snapped, even though that’s exactly what I was doing.

  “Bullshit. This is what you do. You sleep with a guy and then you sneak out on them in the morning and I’m not going to let you do that to Casper.”

  “Are you f’in serious? What is the big deal? I’m doing him a favor.”

  “No you’re not. I won’t let you do this to him.”

  “When th
e hell did you become team Casper?”

  “You’re on your own with this one. I’m not going to give you a ride home and then explain to him why you left. I’m not the one who is going to break his heart.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Jesus Alex, are you really that blind? Casper likes you.”

  I laughed. “Declan be serious. The only thing that Casper likes is the fact that I have tits and several holes for him to stick his dick in.”

  “Spare me the details.”

  “That’s not…” I shook my head not liking where this conversation was going. “Casper does not like me.”

  “Alex, think about it. You actually believe he did all those things just to get you to forgive him for a black eye he gave you over a week ago? What guy plans a birthday party, pays to get her car cleaned, and dinner for her and her family just to say I’m sorry? Christ Alex, he even dragged Colton out at night to search for a stray cat in hopes of seeing you smile.”

  “You knew about that?”

  “Colton told me last night. Do you get it now?”

  “You’re over thinking it. Casper doesn’t like me.”

  She threw her hands up in the air, frustrated. “I give up.”

  “So you’ll take me home?”

  She laughed. “You got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out.” She turned on her heel and left.

  “Declan,” I whisper shouted. She ignored me. “You’re a horrible friend and a horrible cousin.” She flicked her wrist as if to say whatever.

  Great, how the hell was I going to get myself out of this? I ran my fingers through my hair. Okay Alex, think. I started to bite my nails nervously. There was no way Declan was right. Casper didn’t like me. We were both drunk, it was a mistake, and once he wakes up he’ll realize it too and we can go back to insulting each other. Okay, no problem. I can handle this, it was no big deal. I gave myself a mini pep talk and took a deep breath before I turned around to walk back into Casper’s room. I never made it past the living room. When I turned, I smacked right into Casper’s bare chest. He caught me when I stumbled backwards.