Say Something...

by T. A. Roth

  I grab a pair of boxer shorts and a tank. I don’t bother with underwear because I plan on doing that as much as possible before he leaves. I’m not naïve enough to think he’ll call again. He got what he came for.

  Vonne warned me about his revolving door of girls. So why not get my fill? For once, I feel bold and daring. I slip on the “Fuck It” attitude I adpoted when I kissed him at the club. I’m preparing for the long cold winter because God knows when I’ll find this chemistry with someone else again.

  I open my bedroom door and walk out into the hall. I can just imagine what I look like. My lips feel bruised, and I have a feeling my bun looks like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I pull the hair tie out of my hair and shake it out as the bathroom door opens. Ben steps into the hall pulling his shirt over his chest. His jeans hang low on his hips showing off that incredible V.

  My eyes fixate on the happy trail leading down the front of his pants. I hear him suck in a breath as I grip the wall behind me to steady my trembling legs.

  BEN

  Well, hell. If she didn’t almost kill me in the living room, I’m about to be a dead man in this hallway. Her eyelids are heavy as she slowly takes me in. I do the same, letting my eyes roam the length of her body. Her chestnut hair is in long waves around her shoulders. She has on a pair of very short boxer shorts and a white ribbed tank.

  Her hardened nipples strain against the fabric. She’s not wearing a bra. Fuck! My cock twitches back to life. She looks at me through those thick lashes and grins. I stalk over, grab a fist full of her wavy hair, and devour her mouth. She kisses me back with the same amount of fervor. It’s like I can’t be sated.

  “What are you doing to me?” I ask panting.

  She giggles and places her hand over her mouth. I’ll never get tired of hearing that sound. “I was just minding my own business, and you attacked me,” she says with feigned innocence.

  I press myself against her and slide my hand down the back of her shorts. Fuck me, no underwear. I cup her ass, and we both groan.

  “Hmmm . . . You sure about that?” I say into her neck.

  She doesn’t answer; I just hear her soft moans as I continue to kiss her neck. I can smell her arousal. She’s just as worked up as I am again. My hand works its way toward her throbbing mound to test my theory. I slide my fingers between her folds, and she’s soaked. I need to taste her. She’s shamelessly riding my fingers, and I love it. The shy girl from yesterday has transformed into a wanton seductress.

  ARI

  I’m on the verge of explosion when he pulls his hand away. I open my eyes and meet his hungry gaze. He brings his fingers to my mouth and rubs my arousal against my lower lip. My eyes widen as he brings my lip into his mouth and gently sucks.

  “Mmmmm . . . I need more.” The sensation sends bolts of electricity to my pulsing core. ”I need to taste you . . . will you let me taste you?” he groans against my mouth. I fist his t-shirt and pull him into my bedroom.

  I walk backward toward my bed. He works the waistband of my shorts over my hips. Not once does he take his mouth off of me. I step out of the shorts now pooled at my feet as he tugs at the hem of my tank.

  “Lie down for me,” he groans in my ear.

  I sit at the edge of my bed. He slides the palm of his hand between my breasts gently pushing me to lie back. My legs begin to tremble with need. He has me so worked up that I think the smallest touch will set me off. I lift myself up onto my elbows wanting to see every dirty thing he plans to do to me.

  He kneels in front of me and places my leg over his shoulder. He trails kisses from my knee down to the apex of my thighs. The sensation is slowly driving me insane. He rubs his nose between my folds giving me the slightest bit of friction. His warm tongue takes a languid lap over my throbbing nub, making my hips shoot off the bed.

  He places a hand on my stomach keeping me pinned to the mattress. Electricity is shooting through my veins, and he’s left me a puddle of want and need.

  “Patience,” he whispers over me. I feel every syllable of that word vibrate through me. He brings my other leg over his shoulder and begins the same slow trek.

  I grab a fistful of his hair. “Please . . . please.” I beg.I

  “What do you want?” he whispers continuing with slow laps of his tongue.

  Gah. I’m so frustrated; I want to scream like a madwoman. You know what I fucking want. He continues his teasing ministrations and demands an answer.

  “Tell me Ari . . . Say it.” His voice is gruff.

  “Please Ben . . . just please,” I plead. I might give him a bald spot because I’m gripping his hair so tight.

  “I know what you want, and I’ll give it to you. But I need to hear you say it.” He takes another teasing lap over my throbbing core.

  “Oh God . . . right there . . . please, Ben right there,” I beg.

  “Right there what, babe?” The endearment sends tingles across my already heated skin.

  I can’t take anymore and just ask for what I need. “Please lick my pussy right there.”

  “Hmmm . . . That’s my girl,” he says the words while sucking on my aching nub. The vibration sends me over the edge. I go off like a Fourth of July firework display. I shamelessly rub myself against his eager tongue, and he laps up every last drop.

  BEN

  One word . . . Amazing. She’s lying back, still trembling from the tiny aftershocks as I get my fill. I kiss my way up her body causing small goosebumps on her perfect skin. She squirms underneath me. I make my way to her mouth and give her a soft kiss. She grins then pulls me in deepening it.

  I know she can taste herself on my tongue, and she hums with excitement. The kiss grows hungrier. She tugs at my shirt trying to take it off of me.

  “I need to feel your skin against me,” she pants. I pull at the hem and get it off in one quick tug. I crash my mouth back onto hers. She runs her fingers in a lazy rhythm up and down my back, and the sensation makes me even fucking harder. She slides her fingers to the waistband of my boxers and rubs teasingly.

  “My turn to taste you,” she whispers breathlessly into my ear.

  My grip on her hair tightens, and she moans in appreciation. Our kiss grows more urgent and heated. I quickly work the button on my pants not wanting to keep my hands off her. She uses her feet to help work my pants down the rest of the way. She sits up and slowly pushes me onto my back.

  ARI

  OKAY, SO I’M NOT AN expert. In fact, I’ve never done this before. But he doesn’t need to know that. I’ve read plenty of articles and have seen it done in a movie once. Okay, so it was a porn movie. Anyway, I plan to finish this little vixen act I have going on. I don’t know what’s possessed me, but I channel my inner porn star and get to work.

  I give him one last hungry kiss and slowly work my way down his neck. I take my time down his chest and chiseled abs. I tongue kiss a pattern above the waistband of his boxers. He moans and quickly pushes them over his hips. His hardness juts out. I take the liberty of licking the small wet bead dripping from the tip. He hisses. “Fuck . . .”

  I slide his thick velvet shaft into my mouth and take it as far as I can without gagging. My tongue dances around the head. He grabs a fistful of my hair coaxing me. The action makes me bolder. I grip his shaft and work him in a figure eight as I slowly slide my mouth up and down.

  “Mmmm . . . I’m close . . . I’m close,” he pants out. I cup his balls with my other hand and massage slowly. The grip in my hair tightens, and he gently pulls back as a warning. I slide him in deeper and moan. He explodes into my mouth, and I swallow every last milky drop.

  As soon as my mouth is off him, he springs up from my bed and crashes his lips onto mine in the most mind-blowing kiss.

  “You’re . . . fuck-ing . . . a-ma-zing,” he whispers breathlessly against my lips. I can’t help but grin. I guess all the Cosmo articles I’ve read came in handy.

  We lie back on my bed and try to catch our breaths. He pulls me into him. My back against his f
ront, he pushes the hair from my neck and places small kisses at my nape.

  “You hungry?” he asks in a gravelly voice. His warm breath against my neck causes me to shiver.

  “Yeah, but I can’t move,” I whine.

  “Hmm . . . me, neither.” He says, continuing the pattern of kisses against my neck.

  “Hmmm . . . Stop or we’ll never get up.” I sigh.

  “You’re right.” He springs up off the bed and swats my ass. I yelp and watch as he puts his boxers back on.

  I’ll never get tired of looking at him. He narrows his eyes and gives me a wicked grin. “Ari . . .” he says stretching out the syllables.

  “Yeah,” I say looking up while batting my eyelashes. He lunges for me, pressing me into his bare chest.

  “Mmmmm . . .” I hum out.

  “As much as I would love to go another round with you, babe, we need to eat. I’m not even close to being done with you yet. We’re going to need our energy.”

  He slowly licks at the seam of my mouth. I open for him, and he gives me a slow passionate kiss. When he pulls back, I’m left breathless and dizzy. I open my eyes, and he’s smiling.

  “Let’s eat.”

  BEN

  The girl is insatiable. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I’m surprised we kept our clothes on long enough to eat, but I’m not complaining. She stirs something in me, and I can’t seem to get enough.

  After christening every surface in her apartment, we finally made it back to her bedroom. We’re both spent and lying on her bed. I’m on my back. She’s resting her head in the crook of my neck with one leg straddled over my hip. Her body feels relaxed, and I can tell by her steady breath that she’s fallen asleep. Every soft inhale and exhale causes chills against my skin. I turn my head to look at her. She looks peaceful with her beautiful chestnut hair strewn over my shoulder and pillow.

  This is usually when I make my exit. Truthfully, I don’t let it get this far. When I’m done, I’m done. The clothes go back on, and I’m using the first excuse that comes to mind to get the hell out of Dodge. No snuggling and definitely no spooning. I feel my heart rate pick up and a small tinge of panic sets in. What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing? I slowly try to pull my arm out from under her head. Panic starts to settle in my chest. She stirs a little. Her eyes lazily open, and she locks them onto mine.

  Those beautiful hazel eyes look right into me and a feeling of calm settles over me.

  The blinds in her room are open, letting in the orange glow of the setting sun. She looks like an angel. She tilts her head up and kisses the tip of my nose and each corner of my mouth. I pull her in for a languid kiss. She hums in appreciation, and I decide at that moment that I’m staying for as long as she’ll let me.

  ARI

  I’m looking into his whiskey colored eyes wondering how I got here. He’s managed to break down my walls in just a few days. My heart rate picks up and panic sets in. I’ll miss him. The thought of him doing this with anyone else makes me jealous and angry.

  “Hey,” he whispers. He kisses the furrowed line between my brows. “What’s going on in there?” He taps my temple, and I smile up at him.

  “Nothing,” I lie.

  This is supposed to be casual. I can do this. I can’t do this. Shit. The charge and pull between us gives me hope that this won’t be the last time. I don’t know how to navigate these feelings. The fear is suffocating me. This is why you never do this. I take a deep breath. “I’m good.”

  He smiles pulls me in tighter and kisses my forehead.

  “Yeah?”

  I bow my head unable to look at him and nod. “Yeah.”

  I pull out of his embrace and lie on my back. I stare blankly at the ceiling trying to think of something to fill the awkward silence. He moves to his stomach and wraps an arm around my waist. The action calms me a little.

  “Can I stay?” he whispers. His chin is resting on my chest, and he’s looking up at me waiting for an answer. I look at him trying to mask the look of surprise.

  “The guys are probably having a party, and I’m not in the mood. I’m tired and relaxed and don’t feel like movi-” I shut him up by crashing my mouth onto his.

  MARIA

  I make my way over to the fraternity house. I have an aching feeling in my stomach. He’s not answering any of my texts. Things were off the other night, he was somewhere else. He didn’t notice me watching him. He was staring at Vonne’s friend with hunger in his eyes. Hunger he used to have for me. She can’t have him. He’s mine. I’ve put in the time. I’ve been patient. We’re meant to be. He just needs me to remind him.

  I need to see him. I hate how desperate I’m feeling. I knew the rules, but I thought things were changing. I seemed to move up his list. I’d become his constant. I thought he finally realized we were meant to be.

  I pull up to the front of the house and don’t see his car. I park anyway and go inside. The usual group is planted in front of the big screen TV playing Madden. They don’t even look up when I walk in.

  “Hey, Maria,” I hear from behind me. It’s Paul, Ben’s frat brother.

  “Hey, is Ben around?”

  “Nah, he left this morning. I haven’t seen him since.”

  Jake comes up behind me and slides his hands around my waist.

  “Hey,” he whispers in my ear. I can smell the beer on his breath.

  We’ve hooked up a few times, but never at the house and never in front of the other brothers. I don’t want them to know. I shrug out of his embrace.

  “Hey,” I answer back. Paul looks at both of us questioningly.

  “All right, I’ll just try his cell. Thanks,” I yell over my shoulder and rush out of the house.

  BEN

  I could feel her overthinking. I can’t leave. I don’t want to. She looked upset, and I just wanted to hold her and tell her it was okay. If I leave now, she won’t trust me. She would think she was like the others. She’ll never be like the them, and I’ll spend every day proving that to her if she’ll let me. She’s my new addiction.

  It’s hours before we pass out from pure exhaustion.

  I wake up to Ari mumbling and whimpering in her sleep. She’s nestled snugly against my chest, arm wrapped around my waist. I rub my hand slowly up and down her back trying to wake her. She jolts up, eyes wide and frantic.

  “Shhh . . . Shhh . . . it’s okay. It’s just me,” I say calmly.

  She turns toward my voice, clutching her chest. “S. .Sorry, you just scared me.”

  “Bad dream?”

  “Ye- . . . uh. .no, I don’t remember.” She laughs nervously. “I’m fine. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Well, when you see the case of bedhead you’re sporting, gorgeous, you’ll be the one scared.” I laugh while combing my fingers through her tangled hair. She scowls at me swatting my hand away.

  “You’re such a jer-” I pull her in for a kiss.

  “It’s adorable,” I whisper across her lips. She grins and kisses me back. She pulls away, looks down, and realizes we’re both naked. Her face turns red, and she pulls the sheet up to cover herself.

  “Hate to break this to you, babe, but I’ve seen and tasted every bit of this body.” I pull the sheet down and take one of her nipples into my mouth.

  “Hmmm . . . Okay . . . okay, we can’t start this. I . . . I need to get up,” she says breathlessly while tugging at my hair. I’m not sure who she’s trying to convince me or herself, because she currently has her head thrown back with no urgency to move.

  “You sure?” I say between flicks and licks of my tongue. “You can’t make a little time?” I ask innocently.

  “Fuck . . .” she hisses. I grin and continue my shameless ministrations until we both go over the edge.

  We lie there in a tangled mess for a few minutes, both coming down from our high. She moves to get up, and I pull her back down.

  “Where are you going?” I ask, acting like a caveman. She does enjoy the hair pulling.r />
  “I need to check my phone. I’m supposed to be at my parents’ by noon.”

  “Stay and have breakfast with me.” She smiles and shakes her head.

  “That’s how we ended up here. It all started with brunch.”

  “Please . . .” I say while pressing small kisses across her neck.

  “You don’t play fair,” she groans.

  “Never.” I grin at her wickedly.

  “Fine, but we need to leave this room to get to the food,” she says while playfully pushing me off the bed. My ass is about to hit the floor when I grab her and bring her down with me.

  “Owww,” I whine out dramatically. She breaks into an infectious fit of laughter.

  We finally make our way into the kitchen.

  “So, what do you feel like? I have cereal, oatmeal, eggs, and yogurt. Pick your poison,” she says over her shoulder while looking through her pantry.

  “What kind of cereal?” I ask.

  “What’s your favorite?” she asks.

  “Lucky Charms.” I smile hopefully. She cracks up and pulls out the big red box with the smiling leprechaun.

  “What? They’re magically delicious.” I shrug and give her a sheepish grin. She shakes her head and pours us two bowls of the sugary goodness.

  We’re finishing up our breakfast when a faint buzzing interrupts our conversation.

  “Do you hear that?” She springs up off the couch. “Shit, it’s my phone.” She grabs her purse and digs through it frantically. She finds it and looks at me with eyes as wide as saucers.

  “It’s my dad. I have to get this.” She puts her finger over her juicy lips to shush me. “Hey, Dad . . . yeah, I’m fine. No, no, I’m okay. I just forgot I had my phone on vibrate so I didn’t hear it.”

  She’s pacing the floor nervously. She stops leans over and rests her elbows on the kitchen counter, completely immersed in conversation. Her perfect ass is taunting me from under the hem of her t-shirt. The farther she leans, the higher the hem rides up exposing more skin. My resolve breaks and I slowly make my way over. I press up behind her, letting her feel what the sight of her does to me. She tenses up for a minute trying to steady her voice.