Say Something...

by T. A. Roth

  ARI

  He tried to grab my knee, and I panicked. How could I have let him do the things he did to me last night and one word and simple touch unravel me? I keep my head turned toward the window trying to clear my thoughts. I have his hand in my lap, and he’s slowly rubbing the inside of my wrist. It’s soothing, and I focus on it to calm my crazy. I’m too zoned out to realize he’s just asked me a question.

  “What?” I ask.

  He chuckles. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, zoned out for a minute.”

  “It’s okay, it wasn’t important.”

  A few minutes later, we pull up to the small restaurant and park. Like a gentleman, he comes around to open my door. I look up and those dimples make an appearance. I’m going to need divine intervention to get me through this brunch without wanting to throw him on the nearest table. He offers me his hand to help me out of the car.

  The restaurant is casual with modern decor. Wooden beams line the ceiling. There is a large bar top with an exposed brick wall inside. A small patio area wraps around the outside of the building. The weather is nice, so we decide to eat on the patio. The hostess shows us to our table and hands us our menus to look over.

  “So, what are you going to get?” I ask breaking the silence.

  “I want some fucking French toast,” he says sounding drunk.

  My eyes widen, and I start laughing. “You did not just quote The 40-Year Old Virgin.”

  He smirks. “It’s my favorite movie.”

  I shake my head in disbelief. “I think Vonne and I can quote the whole thing. I’ve lost count on how many times we’ve seen it. It makes us laugh so hard we cry.” I relax a little. Who knew under all that hotness was a goofball?

  The waitress comes to take our orders. He orders the brioche French toast. I smile and decide to order the same.

  “Would you like to try our bottomless mimosas?” the waitress asks. He looks up with a grin waiting for my answer.

  “No, thank you. I’ll just take a glass of orange juice, please.”

  “I’ll take the same,” he says, handing the waitress our menus. She walks away, and he chuckles.

  “No mimosas for you?” he asks playfully. He’s being a smartass, and I love it.

  “No, I thought the deal was no wine. I assumed champagne fell in that category. I’m sure bottomless is not a good idea, either.”

  “Hmmm . . . that depends on the context,” he says mischievously. I feel the heat creeping up my neck. ”Aww, c’mon, if a few glasses of sangria had you snoring in my lap, I’m curious to see what an endless amount of mimosas will do.” I ball up my napkin and chuck it at him.

  “I don’t snore, and I told you I was sorry.” He catches it before it hits him in the face and gives me that panty-melting grin.

  “Don’t be. I’m just messing with you.”

  BEN

  She’s fun. My little outburst seemed to make her relax. I like that she appreciates that side of me. I don’t show it to many people, but I thought it would help. Falling asleep on me embarrassed her and I don’t want her dwelling on it. If acting like an idiot helps her feel more comfortable around me, then call me Jim Carrey.

  Our food arrives, and it looks amazing. My stomach rumbles and she looks up and smiles. “Hungry?”

  Instead of answering, I take in a forkful of my French toast. “Mmmmm . . .” I moan. Her eyes are fixed on my mouth.

  “That good, really?” I nod closing my eyes savoring the buttery goodness.

  “Mmmmm . . .” I open my eyes when I hear that familiar moan. The sight of her licking the syrup off her bottom lip almost makes me jump across the table.

  “Oh, my God, you weren’t kidding. This is frickin’ amazing.” We finish our food with the occasional moan.

  “So, what did you think?” I ask.

  “It was so good. Thanks for the invite.”

  “You’re welcome. Did you have to get back right away or can you hang out a little longer?”

  She shakes her head. “No, my only plans before texting you were to be lazy and do some laundry.”

  “Good, then I’m kidnapping you for the day.”

  She smiles. “Damn, you didn’t even offer me candy. Lead me to your van then.”

  I chuckle. “So, are you up for a movie?” I ask, opening her door.

  “Sure.”

  I pull out of the parking lot and head over to the theater. “Have you ever been to IPic?” I ask. She shakes her head.

  “Good; prepare to be wowed.”

  It’s a short walk from the parking structure to the front of the theater where I get our tickets. We decide on the new Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore movie. As we make our way down the escalator, I see her eyes widen in amazement.

  “This place looks like a bar. Where’s the concession stand?”

  I grin. “They don’t have one. You hit a button on your chair and place your order there.” The hostess waiting at the bottom of the escalator walks us over to our seats.

  Ari looks over at me in surprise. “They have La-Z-Boys with blankets and a pillow?” I start laughing. ”You’ve officially ruined me. How in the hell am I ever supposed to go back to a regular movie theater again?” She reclines her seat and makes herself comfortable.

  “Okay, but this doesn’t mean you get to take a nap.”

  She whacks me with her pillow. “Ha, ha, very funny.”

  She scowls at me, and I’m done. I pull in those pouty lips for a scorching kiss. It’s only been a few hours since the last time our lips touched, but even that seems too long. The previews are almost done, and I’m trying to rein in the horny teenager inside me who wants to keep making out. I pull away from her mouth. Her breathing is labored. I place small kisses up her neck causing her to whimper.

  “I don’t want to stop, either, but the movie is about to start,” I whisper. She nods.

  “Okay,” she says smoothing her hands over her dress. I settle back into my seat. I adjust myself, thanking God for the dark theater and large blanket.

  ARI

  One minute I’m pouting, the next minute he’s devouring me. He just kissed me stupid. I’m so worked up, and I want him so bad that I don’t know how I’m going to get through this damn movie.

  I cross and uncross my legs trying to alleviate the ache he’s built. I decide to recline my seat and concentrate on the screen. I glance over, and I catch Ben adjusting himself. At least I wasn’t the only one affected. He grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips for a quick kiss then places it in his lap.

  We make it through the rest of the movie with just a few stolen glances. It was really funny, and if it weren’t for the hot guy sitting next to me distracting my thoughts, I would have probably laughed a lot more.

  The credits start rolling, and he leans over to place toe-curling kisses up my neck.

  “Did you like the movie?” He asks sending a shiver down my back. I hold back the desperate urge to attack him in public. He has me so worked up again, I can’t speak. I nod in response. I feel his mouth curl up in a smile against my neck.

  “You ready to go?”

  “Mmhmm,” is all I can manage. Damn him and his magic lips.

  BEN

  I feel her pulse quicken under my lips. It’s all the encouragement I need. She wants me just as bad as I want her. This whole day has been like hours of foreplay, and we’re both primed and ready. Our restraint is holding on by a thread. She grabs her purse, and we head back to the car.

  “So, did you like the movie?” Her breathy voice breaks into my thoughts.

  “Yeah, it was funny. You?”

  “Yeah . . . I love them together, they’re hilarious. Thanks for bringing me . . . that theater was just, wow. I’m serious; I don’t think I’ll be able to go to a regular movie theater again.”

  We’re at the car. I grin and pull her in, meeting my waist. She tilts her head up, and I give her a soft kiss. “Thank you for coming out with me today.” She looks shyly thr
ough those long lashes and smiles. I need to be alone with her.

  “So, are you hungry? Do you want to get anything?”

  She shakes her head. “No, I’m still full from earlier.” She shifts nervously. “We can hang out at my place for a while if you don’t have anything to do.” She chews at her bottom lip waiting for my response. I use my thumb to pull her lip free and kiss her.

  “I love that idea.”

  ARI

  I’M NOT A VIRGIN. THAT gift was given to Rudy Torres. It was so cliché, and it happened on prom night. We had only been dating a couple of months. I knew I didn’t love him, I guess that’s why I did it. I felt like an extinct dinosaur, the last of my kind because everyone had done it. I wasn’t going to college like the rest of my friends, so who knew when the opportunity would present itself again.

  It probably wasn’t the best reason, but he was nice, respectful, and hot—so why not. It was straight and to the point. It lasted all of maybe ten minutes and “boom” it was done.

  It was nothing like what I expected. I mean I knew it would hurt. I just thought I would feel different; I just didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. I was nothing like those starry-eyed, lovesick fools you see in the movies.

  Rudy and I stayed together through the summer. We tried a few more times, but it never really got any better for me. He got off just fine. I never told him that I just faked my way through it. I broke up with him a few weeks before he left for Spain. He was the star of our high school soccer team and got picked up by Atletico Madrid. I didn’t want to hold him back, so that was pretty much it. No tears. No drama. We had a nice dinner and an amicable split.

  Have I been with anyone else since? No. What the hell am I thinking? I’m not. For once, I’m telling that inner voice to shut the hell up and just go with it. I’ve been through worse. Whatever happens, I’ll put it in the proverbial box and bury it with the rest of my crazy.

  I’ve had opportunities; I’m not completely tragic. It’s just no one, and I mean no one, has turned me on like Ben does. I have an itch and hot damn if I don’t want his fine ass to scratch it. This whole day has been torture, and if I don’t get him alone soon, I might spontaneously combust.

  The way he looks at you is enough to drive a sane girl crazy. He’s my new drug of choice. The way he’s kissed me, held me, whispered in my ear. Gaaaahh. I need him to step on it.

  I don’t realize my knee is bouncing until I feel a squeeze. I tense up, and he pulls his hand away.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to . . . I just. . . . I lost you for a minute.”

  I laugh nervously. “Oh . . . uh . . . sorry, it happens. I space out sometimes.” We’re at a red light. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. He places his forehead on mine and closes his eyes.

  “Don’t be sorry; it’s cute.” He kisses me once more and the car behind us starts to honk, breaking the moment.

  We pull up to my apartment and the nerves set in. I give myself a mental bitch slap before I chicken out. You can do this . . . You want this. . . . He wants this. . . . Just do it . . . Stop thinking . . . You got this. My door opens, and he takes my hand, helping me out of the car. He smiles and leads us toward my apartment.

  We don’t talk, but I don’t think I could if I tried. My heart is racing. He must know I’m nervous because he grabs the keys out of my hand and opens the door to the apartment.

  BEN

  I take her keys and open the front door. She’s nervous as hell, and to be honest, so am I. I don’t think I’ve ever craved someone so badly. We get inside and she turns around to lock the door. She faces away longer than I’d like. Her grip on the door handle tightens. She’s overthinking this.

  I walk over to her slowly. Her breath comes out in soft little pants as I press up against her placing my lips on her bare skin. I kiss the back of her neck working my way down her shoulder. Her beautiful olive skin has been driving me crazy all day. She rolls her head back and whimpers. I become frantic with the need to taste her.

  I spin her around and pin her against the door with my body. She slides her hands in my hair and kisses me roughly. She moans, and it’s too much. I won’t be able to stop. I place both hands on the door above her head and pull back. I’m panting.

  “I need you to tell me to stop . . . If you’re not ready. . . . I . . . You need to tell me.” I can’t keep my mouth off of her long enough to let her answer. She shakes her head and pulls away, breaking our kiss.

  “I can’t . . . I mean . . . don’t stop . . .” She tightens her grip on my hair and pulls me toward her. “Please . . . don’t stop,” she whispers across my lips before crashing her mouth onto mine.

  Our hands are everywhere blindly mapping out the other’s body. I break our kiss and work my lips down her jaw, her neck, to the swell of her breasts. I continue to place small kisses across her chest, while two fingers teasingly play with the elastic top of her strapless dress. I wait patiently for the okay.

  “Please . . .”

  I continue to tease her while gently tugging on the top of her dress. Her bare breasts meet my hungry mouth. “Fuck . . .” I growl sucking on her pretty pink nipple while my fingers work the other. She arches her back to give me more access. Her grip on my hair tightens, and she’s trembling.

  “Please . . . please . . . I want . . .” she moans.

  “What do you want, baby?” I whisper between the flicks of my tongue. She’s like fucking candy. I need more. I work her dress over her hips and let it pool at her feet. “You’re fucking killing me . . .” She has on a scrap of lace. She’s all curves and long legs. I cup her bare ass and grind into her.

  “You feel that? See what you do to me.”

  ARI

  Nerves shmerves. I’m so drunk on him that I couldn’t tell you my frickin’ name right now. He has me pinned against the door, and his hips are grinding into me. Every thrust has me moaning in pleasure. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against his jeans. I tug at the hem of his shirt desperate to feel his skin against me. He presses his bare chest against my sensitive nipples, and I begin to tremble with lust.

  I suck on his earlobe while he works the button of his jeans. I help slide them off his narrow hips. I grab a handful of his tight ass and grind my ready and wanton core against him.

  “I want you so bad . . . please . . . please,” I moan.

  He growls and grinds into me harder. I need to touch him. I boldly slide my hand into the front of his boxer briefs and wrap my hand around his steel rod. He groans and rests his forehead on my shoulder. I pump my hand a few times, working the small bead of wetness over his velvet shaft.

  He unravels. Before I take my next breath, two fingers are working their way in and out of me.

  “So fucking tight . . . hmmm . . . God, baby.”

  I shamelessly ride his fingers as my hand still works his shaft. We’re both just minutes away from exploding. “I need . . . I need you . . . inside,” I say breathlessly.

  “You . . . sure?” he asks.

  “Oh God . . . mmhmm,” I whimper out.

  He’s like a damn ninja. I don’t even feel him move away from me long enough to retrieve the small foil packet he’s now ripping open with his teeth. He slides his boxers over his hips and I pull my hand away so he can roll on the condom. I slide my thong the rest of the way off. His eyes roam over my body taking me all in. It’s scary and exciting at the same time. I’ve never felt like this.

  I doubt we’ll make it to the bedroom so I press my hands to his chest and guide him over to the couch. He takes a few steps back. We can’t keep our hands and mouths off of each other. He sits and once again I straddle him. This time there are no barriers between us, and I definitely won’t be falling asleep.

  Our eyes lock and the look of want in his eyes reflects back at me. He positions himself at my entrance, and I sink down slowly, biting my lower lip when I feel the sweet burn. We both groan. He stills to let me adjust, but I’m so close that I can�
�t help but move. This position allows me to take control. I lean back and he grabs my waist, meeting me grind for grind. It’s so damn good.

  BEN

  She’s tight and fucking perfect. Every whimper, every moan has me losing control. I’m trying really hard to make this last because no one has unraveled me this quickly. She’ll be the death of me. I’m ruined.

  She’s close; I can feel it. I need her to let go for me. I lean forward and lick one of her sweet pink nipples. She picks up her rhythm and moans.

  “Don’t stop . . . oh, God . . . please don’t stop.” I take her nipple into my mouth and suck, gently biting down and she explodes, taking me with her. Her tight little pussy pulsates and milks every last drop from me. She crashes her mouth over mine silencing our cries.

  I pull back and kiss her neck. “Incredible . . . that was fucking incredible.” I mumble in between kisses. She nods in agreement and rides out the rest of her aftershocks. I can still feel her pulsating around me. She slumps forward and hums in satisfaction against the crook of my neck.

  “Uh-uh . . . no sleeping,” I admonish.

  She giggles. “Jerk.” I can’t help but laugh. She sits up, rakes her fingers through my disheveled hair, and looks at me with a satisfied grin.

  “Perfect,” I whisper as I gaze into her eyes. The pink stain I’m starting to get used to colors her cheeks.

  “I don’t want to move, but my legs are starting to fall asleep.” She gives me a quick kiss, and then whimpers as she slowly slides off of me. She makes her way to the pile of clothes on the floor. She hands me my stuff then uses her dress to cover herself.

  “I . . . uh . . . I’m gonna go to my room to change. The bathroom is down the hall.” I don’t move right away. I use the opportunity to watch her perfect ass as she walks away.

  I throw my head onto the back of the couch and let out a groan. We just finished and the sight of her walking has me hard again. I’m so fucked.

  ARI

  I quickly make my way down the hall. I can feel his eyes on me, and it’s making me hot all over again. I get inside my room and lean against the door trying to gain my bearings. That was not me out there. I’ve never done or felt anything like that. He worked me up into a frenzy, and I unabashedly attacked him. No shame. I had absolutely no fucking shame.