Confused #1 (Confused Romance Series - book#1)

by Oliver Cooper

  “I don’t have one.”

  “Ah.” I blinked in surprise. Working at a bar must pay much better than I thought if Nick could afford this place on his own and start saving up for college. “Great. So we only need to worry about the neighbors.”

  “Yeah,” Nick laughed. “You were pretty loud, you know. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mrs. Roberts puts in a complaint today.”

  “Jesus!” I dropped my fork onto my plate and covered my face with my hands. I know for a fact that I’ve never been loud during sex – not even when I’m coming. What on earth had those brightly colored drinks done to me? “You have to be kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

  “Nope, scout’s honor. You screamed like a fucking banshee. It was amazing.” The look Nick gave me was so heated that the air between us should have fizzled and caught fire.

  I swallowed. I wanted to put my mouth on him so badly. “You must have been amazing too, to make me scream like that.”

  “Cheers.” Nick raised his glass of orange juice in a mock toast, and smiled innocently, making me doubt that the desire I’d seen in his gaze.

  That doubt made me painfully awkward for the rest of our meal. I am not terrific at reading people, and often have to second guess myself when it comes to figuring out what they think of me. It was distressing on most days, and now, with Nick sitting across from me, I was only a few seconds away from a mental breakdown. One minute I was burning with desire for him, positive that he felt the same way about me, and the next, I was equally sure that he was just being nice and that breakfast was simply his way of saying thank you for a good time.

  Finally, I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I wanted Nick, and I was going to have him again or die trying. When he got up to put our dishes in the washer, I asked for a glass of water. He got one for me, with all the graciousness I’d come to expect from him, and our fingers touched when he handed it to me. That was the last straw for me. I stood facing him, shivering with lust and praying that I could pull this off.

  I hadn’t really thought things through yet. My first idea was to drink that water, slowly and seductively as though I was trying to give the liquid a blow job, and things might have gone very differently if I’d done that. Instead I took the glass of water, and poured it over my head.

  Cold water gushed down my face, between my breasts, down my neck, and stray droplets sprayed Nick when I undid my hair and shook it out.

  “What on earth are you doing?” he demanded, taking me by the shoulders, and moving me out of the puddle I’d made.

  Still flushed, still breathing hard, I laughed, and reached between his legs. I was rewarded when Nick’s breath stuttered as my fingers brushed his erect penis through his sweatpants.

  “I was trying to turn you on.” Suddenly, I felt foolish, but I wanted him too badly to turn back. “God, I’m sorry if I’ve got it wrong, but I am so into you – I can’t stand it.” At that point, I couldn’t help myself any longer. I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him.

  It was pure magic after that. Nick gave in to the kiss, quickly exerting dominance. He licked his way into my mouth, tracing my lips with his tongue. He must have been able to taste the breakfast we’d eaten, but that didn’t put him off at all – in fact, he was so enthusiastic that he had me weak at the knees and groaning into his mouth in no time at all. His hands were on my waist, and he’d pulled me so close that his hard-on was grinding against my throbbing crotch.

  “It worked,” he told me, his hands moving from my waist to the curve of my buttocks as he licked a wet stripe down my jaw line. Warning bells went off in my head (I was going to be in such deep shit if my parents ever found out about this), but I wasn’t about to refuse what Nick seemed so willing to give me.

  I happily nuzzled his sculpted chest, moving my leg so that it was in the perfect position for him to rub against. “Thank God. I thought it was going to be harder than this.”

  “Isn’t it hard enough already?” He pushed his dick against my leg to prove it to me.

  “I know that, silly,” I said, and I threw caution to the winds. I grabbed his cock through his clothes, and squeezed, making him moan. “I meant that I thought that I’d have a harder time convincing you to fuck me.”

  That made him stop. Breathing harshly, he held me at arm’s length, and looked at me intently. The pupils of his honey-chocolate eyes were unmistakably dilated, and he licked his lips in an unconscious invitation to a kiss.

  “Is that really what you want?” he asked. “There’s nothing to hide behind now if you regret it – we’re both sober, we can’t even say we got swept up in the moment.”

  “I could never regret this, Nick,” I answered, plucking at the hem of the shirt he’d lent me. The water I’d poured over my head was making it stick to my body in all the right places. I’m not saying that I’d have won a wet T-shirt contest, but the expression on Nick’s face said that it was working for me just fine.

  “I know you want to,” I continued. “Come on, I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me all morning.”

  “We don’t have to do this.”

  “And you must have noticed how I’ve been looking at you.” Nick was about to argue, but I silenced him by peeling off my shirt.

  His jaw dropped as he stared at my naked torso. He’d seen me naked last night and he had the advantage of memory, but I guess seeing me properly, in the clear light of day, had a pretty strong effect on him. It was all the incentive I needed to put on a show for him. I cupped my breasts, rubbed the pads of my thumbs against my nipples, groaning hungrily as I touched myself.

  Nick came undone, his reserve and his doubts vanishing into thin air. He went to me, put his hands over mine, kissed me again, and began to kiss his way down my throat to my breasts. He kissed them, sucked at them, bit until I squealed and fisted a hand in his brown hair. I had never hoped for this, and I was going to take as much as I could.

  He continued worshipping my body with his lips and his tongue, going further downwards. I sighed with pure delight when his tongue laved a line down my tummy, giggled when he darted it into my navel, and I gasped in genuine surprise when he slicked a long finger with his spit and stroked me between my legs. I didn’t have any underwear on so he had unencumbered access to my pussy. I could have told him that he shouldn’t have bothered to moisten his finger. I was already wet down there, and more than ready to be fucked.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking of you in the shower,” I said, my voice rough. I sighed again, deep and needy. “You won’t believe the things I want you to do to me.”

  I stepped out of my panties, let them drop on the linoleum floor, and hoisted myself up onto the kitchen counter, pushing aside his cooking paraphernalia. I must have made a truly lascivious picture, with my legs spread open for him on the tiled countertop, a physical invitation for Nick to take me hard.

  He bent down between my legs, kissed my already swollen clit, once and gently, before he licked his way down to my entrance. He seemed to love how I tasted. Nick lapped up my juices eagerly, pushing his tongue into my wet pussy, and I couldn’t bring myself to be ashamed of how easily I opened up for him, giving him access to that most private of places.

  I squirmed on the countertop as he continued licking me, giving head like his life depended on it. He moved his mouth to my clit, and he sucked on it, tongued the sensitive little bud until I screamed in pleasure. I screamed even louder when he plunged two fingers into me, crooking them inside me just so to find my sweet spot.

  You can imagine how disappointed I was when Nick pulled his mouth away from me, wiped my juices off his chin with his free hand – though he kept moving his fingers inside me, in and out, in and out – and said, “You liked this a lot last night.” He gave me a wicked smile. “You said you could die happy with my fingers inside your pussy.”

  “Oh God,” I gasped. That sounded just like the awful pillow talk I was afraid I’d spouted. I was having a hard time concentrating as he fucked me with his fing
ers, and he just kept on going. “Well – can’t say that wasn’t accurate.”

  He smiled at me, leaned over to kiss me, long and deep. He bit on my lower lip, hard but not hard enough to hurt, and pulled his fingers, wet with my juices, out of my pussy.

  I made a frustrated noise, but he pushed me back down onto the counter.

  “I’m going to fuck you good and hard,” he told me, “So hard and so good that you won’t remember your own name when we’re done.”

  I nodded. “That’s what I wanted.”

  Chapter 3

  I watched as he took off his clothes, admiring how his torso stretched and flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head, shoved his pants and his tight purple Y-fronts down and off his ankles. The color of his briefs was disconcerting – really, purple? – but I didn’t have much time to dwell on that.

  Nick bent over me, covering me with his body, and his cock throbbed hard and heavy against my stomach. He took my hands in his, twining our fingers together as he kissed me again, and again. My hips bucked forward involuntarily. I was so hot with arousal that I had to pull away before it all became too much, and I ended up coming all over the kitchen counter without even being touched.

  Just then, Nick drew back. I gave the most embarrassing wail at the sudden loss of contact, but it turned out he had a good reason for his actions.

  “Condom,” he panted, looking dazed. “Need one. They’re in the bedroom.”

  At any other time, I would have found his concern for safe sex commendable, but right now it was just maddening. I wanted to scream at him, hedonistically, to just give it to me already, but I knew he was doing the right thing.

  “The bedroom then,” I told him. “Now.”

  We couldn’t get there fast enough. I meant to slip off the kitchen counter and run to his bed, but in my hyper-aroused state, I couldn’t do much more than sag helplessly into his embrace. Fortunately, Nick had a better handle on the situation, better self-control than I did. He lifted me off of his countertop as though I weighed less than a kitten, swinging my legs over his arm to carry me, bridal style, to his room. I kicked my legs and shrieked in real delight. Jesus, he was so strong! He was barely out of breath by the time he deposited me gently on the bed, and I thought I could safely put his panting down to arousal.

  “Come over here,” I said, opening my arms to him.

  “Hang on,” murmured Nick. He was rummaging in the drawer of his bedside table. It felt like he was taking much too long, but at least I was getting an eyeful of his naked body curved like a question mark as he hunted for his condoms. When he found them – finally! – his hands were shaking so much that he couldn’t even rip open the foil.

  “Here, Nick, let me,” I offered, unable to wait any longer. When he just kept fumbling with it, I went up on my knees to snatch the packet from his hand.

  By some miracle, I managed to keep my hands completely steady. In just a few seconds, I had the condom out, and was beckoning Nick closer so that I could put it on him. I paused only to give the head of his gorgeous cock a brief suck, savoring the taste of him before rolling the latex down over his impressive length.

  Once that was taken care of – safe sex, just like he wanted – Nick pushed me down onto the pillows and positioned himself over me, kissing me again, deep and sweet. My hands went down to grope the round, firm globes of his buttocks, and slid down to his cock to demonstrate exactly what I wanted. He was so hard, so big, and blood-hot even through the latex. Moaning crazily, I guided him to my pussy.

  The head of his cock slid inside me easily, and the hardness and heat of it inside me made me groan in ecstasy.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he gasped into my ear, and he groaned throatily as I thrust my hips upward to take more of him in. “So tight – so fucking tight. You are so good, fuck yeah, so damn good…”

  He kept up the dirty mantra, repeating gorgeously filthy words over and over, as his dick worked its way into my pussy. I could tell he was having a hard time controlling himself, pulling his cock out and pushing back inside me just a little deeper each time.

  “You can go harder than that,” I whispered, and I bit his earlobe to show I didn’t mind being rough.

  “I’m pretty big.” He gave me a grin that told me exactly how well-endowed he was. “I might hurt you.”

  I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, loving the way the weight of his sweaty chest rested on me. “Please!”

  But he continued at that slow pace, and it was maddening. Each deep thrust brought me to the edge, but never close let me get close enough, and I was ready to cry with frustration.

  “Wait, Amy,” he said, kissing the corners of my eyes. “Wait just a little.” Then, with a grunt, he drove all of his hard, hot length into my pussy.

  I howled. It felt so good. It felt even better than I imagined it would. Nick began to move, thrusting harder and harder, each push ending with a smack of his flesh on mine. He whispered into my ear as he fucked me, his voice low and dirty. “God, you’re unbelievable, Amy…look at how you’re taking all of me in…fuck, this is even better than last night…you’re a goddess, Amy, you are so fucking good…”

  I couldn’t speak anymore. I was lost between the sound of his voice, his hands tracing the curves of my body, and his huge dick pounding hard into my pussy. I was still able to let my hands do the talking for me, however, touching every inch of him that I could reach: his ass, his pecs, his shoulders, his strong arms, even the place where we were joined.

  My perception of time stretched out, twanged, and broke as he fucked me. I don’t know how long it took before I came, but when I did, I shouted so loudly that his neighbors must have heard me. But I didn’t care. I could feel that Nick was close too, and he went on pounding his cock into me until he came, groaning as he climaxed so deep inside me that I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

  Chapter 4

  Everything was coated in a honey-colored haze after that. Once we managed to get ourselves out of bed, Nick continued to be kind and caring. He brought me a glass of water, and let me stay in bed sipping it while he found my clothes for me. (I thought it was a little funny that he insisted, but it could have been just that he didn’t want me rooting through his bright and shiny wardrobe – honestly, I’d never known that a guy could have so many pairs of loud underwear.) And as if that and breakfast weren’t sweet enough, Nick even spared me the walk of shame. He went to the bus stop with me, and waited, talking about movies and books, until I was safely on my way.

  No man had ever treated me so well. Is it any wonder that I couldn’t stop thinking about him?

  I touched myself every night, bringing myself to orgasm with the memory of our lovemaking, and I found myself daydreaming of Nick in class. I knew I was done for when I started doodling his name on my photocopies of illuminated manuscripts like a besotted high school freshman.

  The only solution was to see Nick again, and tell him how I felt. I became reckless, and took to haunting the pub where we’d first met in direct defiance of my parents’ wishes. The first two times proved fruitless, but exactly one week from our explosive encounter, he was there.

  He saw me as I was trying to make my way to him through the crowd, and ducked out of the back door. I wasn’t going to be put off that easily.

  I followed him to the alley behind the building, grabbed his arm, and kissed him as well as I knew how. I’d been dying to make him realize that I wanted more than playing an especially dirty species of footsie under the table (because Nick gorgeous and he wasright there, because – yes, I had to admit it – I’d been fantasizing about that cock of his). I wanted to tease him, to play a little as payback for his attempt to give me the cold shoulder, and, with the heat pooling dangerously between my thighs, I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied with just teasing.

  My kiss was an attack. There was nothing soft or hesitant about the way I pressed my lips against Nick’s, claiming territory like an invading army, or the way I d
rove him backwards until his back hit the grubby wall next to the door. He snaked away from me long enough to mutter something about being in public, how anybody could see them, but I threaded my fingers through his gorgeous chestnut curls to pull him down and caught his mouth again.

  There was a brief moment of resistance on his part, a stiffening of his shoulders and a pursing of his closed lips that had me thinking he was going to push me away, but he did no such thing. His grip on my upper arm tightened, and he let me swipe my tongue over his bottom lip, let me coax his mouth open to deepen the kiss.

  I still had my hands in his hair, and my fingers tightened as I pressed forward, making him moan into my mouth. His tongue slid against mine, inviting me in, and I pushed forward, hungrily tasting, exploring, withdrawing just a little to run the tip of my tongue under his lip before plunging in again, rocking my hips forward as I went.

  He was unmistakably, gloriously hard. I could feel the heat of his erection against my stomach, and little sparks of pleasure went off under my skin, because (oh God, yes!) he was very well hung indeed. It would have been so easy to take him out of his pants then and there, to discover all over again exactly how good he’d feel in my hands, in my mouth, inside me. I pressed myself closer, and heard a soft crunch from his jacket that might have been his reading glasses.

  Nick made a small noise that might have been one of concern, and shifted as well as he could between me and the wall so that his jacket fell open, and he could press a thigh between my legs. I hummed appreciatively, moving my hands from his hair to his neck to his chest, splaying them wide over firm pectorals and the cotton of his T-shirt as I ground against his leg. He was kissing me properly, a participant now and not a witness, sucking on my tongue, chasing after it into my mouth (I couldn’t help a smile – no doubt he was tasting chocolate), making me go weak at the knees with the expert way he used his lips and tongue.