Keeping It In The Middle

by Lyn Denver

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  Two hours later, Van tossed and turned on her bed. She hated when she was so tired she ended up taking short naps before dinner, because then she couldn't seem to fall asleep later. She'd taken a hot shower that should have relaxed her and eaten an excellent meal that should have satisfied her, but there she lay, completely restless.

  The image of Tyler's arms and wrists while he was washing the dishes kept popping in her head, except, instead of dishes, those arms and wrists and hands were busy touching her. She huffed out a giant breath and glanced over at her iPad. Every once in a while, she thought, a girl had to do what a girl had to do. She pulled the ancient device to her and opened the search browser, typing in “Tall dark short hair handsome man romantic sex with woman."

  Van wasn't prone to watching porn, she found most of the industry completely disgusting, but she hadn't had a partner in almost two years and even that was Christian, who had more often than not been too drunk to ... pay attention to Van.

  A billion or so images popped up on the small screen, most completely cringe worthy. She scrolled quickly, trying to avoid the grosser pictures that college coeds would regret when they were older, and honed in on a link she'd followed before. This "production company" actually seemed more concerned with the female actresses needs than the male's and the camera focused on both sexes equally, rather than just giving the viewer gratuitous breast shots.

  After taking off her panties, she turned the volume down low and positioned herself on her stomach with a pillow between her legs. The video started with the woman making coffee. She took the steaming cup to a handsome man looking out a window at a city skyline. He was tall, with buzzed short brown hair. He kind of looked like Henry Cavill or ... Tyler ... which was just Van's type.

  As the actress fell to her knees and began sucking on the man's cock, Van started rubbing slowly up and down on the pillow. She could already feel tension building in her lower stomach. The actor pulled the woman up by her shoulders and turned her to the window, rucking up her long pajama shirt to expose her bare butt. He thrust hard into her, making her moan deep and low. Van bit her bottom lip to keep from doing the same. Then the actress turned around, spreading her legs wide to let the man enter her again. Van could feel heat building at the base of her spine. She was close...

  Then the bedroom door of her room creaked open.

  She clicked the button on the iPad to darken the screen, fumbling with it while jerking on her side as she pulled the covers up over herself. Tyler stood frozen at the entryway, his mouth hanging open, and a pillow crooked in his left arm. A small smile started at one corner of his lips and grew until he looked like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click.

  "What are you doing?" he asked, unable to contain a small laugh.

  Van felt red and itchy all over. She had been on the edge of an orgasm and, having been denied that relief, now her stomach slightly ached ... along with everything else.

  "Nothing," she said, her voice coming out strained and breathless. "I was reading."

  Tyler sauntered closer to her bed. "What were you reading?" he asked playfully.

  She shrugged again, looking down at her hands because she was completely unable to make eye contact with him. Before she could react, he grabbed her iPad and flicked the screen back on. The soft moans of the actress echoed through the dark room as colors danced over Tyler's features. His smile slipped as he continued to watch. His eyes darkened.

  He hit the button on the top again, shutting down the device, and soon the devilish smile returned. She could see it only by the thin sliver of moonlight reaching through the window. "Well," he said as he put the device on the bedside table and flopped down beside her. "I don't know what to say."

  Van let out a frustrated puff of air. "You could leave and try knocking next time!" Why did she sound so angry?

  "Easy, tiger," Tyler said, his voice low. "You'll wake everybody else in the house."

  "What are you even doing in here?" She adjusted the covers higher on her body, suddenly and alarmingly aware that she had nothing but an old t-shirt on, so thin from the years of washing that you could easily see her nipples through the material.

  "Pete snores freaking loud. He sounds like the diesel tractor."

  "So go to the living room!" Van said through gritted teeth. She smiled after the words, though, her embarrassment transitioning from mortification to ridiculousness. "Jesus, Ty. I was--"

  "Masturbating," he finished for her. "I saw that."

  She groaned loudly as she fell back into her pillows, hiding her eyes with a forearm. "Don't say it like that."

  "How should I say it?" he asked, holding back a laugh. "Making love to yourself or..." He pulled at the top edge of the comforter. She jerked it back up. "Or do you have something else under there?"

  Her hips were oddly positioned, because of the pillow she'd been...

  She reached down and jerked it out, tossing it on the floor.

  "A pillow?" he asked.

  "Do we really have to talk about this?" Her face felt beet red, but she was close to giggling uncontrollably. The situation was the most absurd thing she'd ever endured.

  "One more question," he said. His voice was lower, all of the sudden less joking. She nodded. "Were you finished?"

  "What?" she gasped on a half laugh.

  "Were you finished when I came in?"

  She raised both eyebrows and shook her head. "Um, no. You kind of barged in and rudely interrupted--"

  Her voice cut off as his hand landed on her arm, his fingers trailing from her wrist to her elbow. He leaned in closer. She could smell his shampoo mixed with the slight tinge of cigarettes and something green, like trees. He must have gone outside for a smoke before he came to her room.

  "Ty?"

  He shushed her, shifting even closer on the bed. His leg pressed against hers.

  "Let me be the nearest warm body again," he said, leaning in to kiss her collarbone where her shirt had dropped dangerously low, almost exposing her breast.

  Her head lolled back as she closed her eyes. She willfully jerked them back open. "I don't want to ruin--"

  "Hush, Van," he said. His arm was across her body now, pulling down the comforter and top sheet. "You always think too much. I want to make you not think."

  "I just don't---"

  He put a finger on her lips and looked her dead in the eye. He grinned. "Just think about how you look at me when I'm doing the dishes?" When she nodded once, almost imperceptibly, the smirk grew wider and his hand ran down the curve of her breast, to her hip, to between her legs. Two long, thick fingers dove into her, hitting all the right spots instantly. She arched upwards, suddenly at the edge of orgasm again, when he pulled out.

  She panted heavily as he removed all the bedcovers, shifting her knees open as he knelt at the end of the bed. His fingers swept up her thighs, spreading them further as he bent down and licked her wet pussy. She put her wrist in her mouth, biting down hard to keep from groaning. It was the best thing she'd ever felt. His tongue lapped at her, while his fingers dove in deeper. He alternated the rhythm until she clenched tight around him, her body signaling to him what it preferred. Then he held a steady in and out, in and out pace. His movements seemed tuned to her rapid heartbeat.

  Her whole body exploded on his fingers and his tongue, every inch of her quivering. She dug her fingers into his scalp in that last instant, wishing his dick had been inside of her too.

  As her body settled back into the pillows, she felt him kiss her inner thighs. He pulled the sheet and comforter up and over her, crawling to lie beside her. He pulled a thin blanket she kept at the foot of the bed over himself. "Do you mind if I sleep in here?"

  She couldn't do anything more than nod. She let out a huff of breath and finally turned to him. "Do you need me to--"

  He smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't you dare ask me that ... I was just finishing what I so rudely i
nterrupted. Goodnight, Van."

  It was the second night in one week that she'd laid in a bed next to Tyler. His too big too warm body, somehow, felt completely right beside her. Within seconds, she fell asleep.

  Want more of this story? Chapter 5 is coming soon.