Incomplete

by Eliza Park

  I climbed off the bed and started to unbutton my shirt, chuckling at the building rage in Celeste’s expression. She scooted up to put her head on the pillow, glaring at me while my shirt and pants fell in piles to the ground. “So, you’ll destroy my handmade shit, but your precious generic clothing can remain intact?”

  I couldn’t keep the grin from my face, crawling back between her legs, pressing her thighs into the mattress. “Any time you wear lingerie for me, I’m going to destroy it on the off chance you’ll want to wear it for someone else.”

  Grassy greens lingered on the throbbing organ between us, “You’re insane,” she breathed.

  “It’s my best feature,” I said, tapping the side of my head.

  Her hand wound around my cock, “Second best,” she said, smiling. She circled me in her warm hand, stroking gently, “Fuck me from behind?” she asked.

  “Mmm, request denied,” I murmured, closing my eyes, and sinking my forehead into the pillow next to her. I let out a long breath, my hips flexing into her palm.

  “Why?”

  I sighed, moving my hips forward to press between the lips of her pussy. Celeste let me go, her hand coming to rest on my chest. “So many reasons,” I answered, my voice low, running my hands down her arms and over her breasts, kissing her neck and jaw. “For one,” I began, “I always want to see your face when my cock meets that pussy.” I pinched a nipple and she whimpered into my ear. “Two, I always want to see your face when you cum.” I ran the head of my cock between her lips, soaking the tip before I pressed it at her entrance. She squirmed. “Three, I have to watch those tits bounce.” I pushed into her gently, but only about an inch, wanting to take my time, feel the walls of her vagina grip my every centimeter. I pushed in a little further and lifted my head to look at her, the air escaping my lungs. I had more of a list, but the look she gave me was blindsiding. Trust, desire, and the purest expression of unfiltered love shone from those grassy greens, completely obliterating my train of thought.

  I shoved the rest of the way into her, the red organ in my chest shattering into my stomach with the realization. I’d waited years to see that look on Celeste’s face, and here it was, at the best and worst possible moment. I brought my arms around her back, holding her body to mine and kissing her parted red lips, closing my eyes to banish the sinking feeling of betrayal I had. I felt her hands in my hair, her back arching up to press herself even closer to me and the emotion I felt was overwhelming. I kissed her harder, unable to get enough, my breathing ragged and harsh. She lifted her hips to meet mine over and over, our bodies moving in perfect, fluid harmony. My tongue warred with hers and I swallowed every loud moan she released, our pace increasing as we dug nails into skin, unable to get closer.

  She tore her mouth from mine, whispering my name as she came, thighs tightening around my hips, chin tilted to the sky, breasts pressed into my chest. Her fingers tugged at the hair around my neck, and she cried out, wetness pooling around my cock. I drove into her harder, bringing my lips back to hers and stifling her recovery. Her teeth sank into my lower lip and I came hard, fisting the sheet beneath my hands to keep from roaring like a goddamn lion. Emptying inside of her was the greatest feeling and when I finally relaxed, I let my head fall into her shoulder, laughing.

  Celeste’s hands roamed from my hair to my shoulders and down my arms. Eventually I rolled off of her, but kept her close, turning her head to face me. Her hair was a mess, lips returned to their former pink from the lipstick I’d smeared into oblivion. She looked incredible. Her eyes were darkened by the makeup she wore. “You have the sexiest arms,” she said suddenly, her hand on my bicep.

  I raised my eyebrows, grinning broadly, and lifted my arm into a flexed curl. “What, these?”

  She rolled her eyes, red nails touching the bulging muscle gently. “Seriously, I don’t know what you started doing, but don’t stop.”

  I brought my gaze down to hers, kissing her while that hand roamed up my arm and rested on my jawbone, her fingers so delicate and soft against the prickling stubble of my chin. “I was serious about the marriage thing, you know.” I said quietly, brushing my lips against hers.

  Celeste scoffed and rolled away from me, moving completely off the bed.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I asked, sitting up sharply.

  She walked around the room, completely naked, looking down at her tattered clothes. “I have to pee,” She said, bending at the waist to pick up her torn underwear, offering me the most delightful view of her ass. “And all of my clothes are in shreds.” She turned to me, a hand on her narrowed waist. I stared unabashedly at her boobs, my gaze dipping to take in the waxed spot between her legs.

  “Mav!” She hissed, and threw the underwear at my face.

  I caught it, holding the scrap to my nose, and inhaling deeply, falling back into the pillows. “Mmm, I think I’m going to keep these.”

  Mumbling something unintelligible, she started to step back into that red dress, nearly pulling it over her bouncing tits before I stopped her. “Wait,” I said, climbing out of the bed and walking over to my dresser. I opened a drawer, pulled out a t-shirt and tossed it to her. The dress fell back to the floor in a heap.

  Looking at me from beneath impossibly long lashes she said, “This is worse than the dress.”

  I crossed the room, a pair of workout shorts in my hands. She smiled, sticking a hand out to take them from me and I held them out of her reach. “No, these are for me.”

  She frowned, “I think Brody and some of your friends are back, I don’t want them to see me naked.”

  I walked over to my door and leaned forward, placing my ear against the wood. Sure enough, the telltale signs of a party filtered through the heavy wood. I sighed. “Sounds like more than just a few friends.” I pulled on the shorts, watching as her pretty blonde head tilted curiously to the side. I reached out, tugging on one of her nipples and causing her to yelp in surprise. She smacked my hand away. “I’m not done with you, Ace. Put the shirt on and I’ll walk with you out there to block everyone’s view. I need some water anyway.”

  She tugged the shirt down over her head and it hung on her mid-thigh.

  I clenched my jaw. Fuck. It was sexy when she wore my clothes.

  “They’re gonna know we had sex,” she grumbled.

  “Hate to break it to ya, sunshine, but you are not quiet.”

  She was giving me a strange look, her eyebrows furrowed, “What did you just call me?”

  “Sunshine?” I asked.

  Her gaze fell away, and I moved on, “What does it matter if people know about us anyway?”

  “It doesn’t, I guess.” Celeste lifted her hands to the very messy, loose situation holding her hair together and pulled out a couple of long silver pins, dropping them on my desk. The look on her face was one of annoyance I didn’t understand.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, tightening the drawstring on my shorts.

  She shrugged, combing her fingers through her long, thick hair as it cascaded in waves over her shoulder. “Nothing, just another demon of the past I guess.”

  Elliott fucking Ramirez. I wished I could find the prick again, re-break every bone in his useless fucking body. “Ramirez, he brag about you or something, what?” I asked, sounding angrier than I intended.

  Her slender shoulders lifted again, and her eyes remained on the desk, “It doesn’t matter now.” She smiled at me, but I could see the brewing cloud of sadness behind her sage green eyes.

  I was getting used to the emotions she showed, but the suddenness of her reaction was taking some getting used to. Celeste had quite a bit of control over her emotions, but I could see the physical toll it took to keep from truly expressing how she felt right when she felt it. She didn’t always win the battle, I knew.

  I stepped towards her and cupped her cheek in my hand, reading the anguish in her eyes. I steadied my voice, “You can talk to me about this.”

  She leaned into my touch
with a small smile, her hand coming to hold mine, “I know I can.”

  “You have nothing to fear here.”

  “I know.”

  “I will brag about you, Celeste. But not because you’re great in bed or because you have incredible tits, even though both of those things are true.” Her smile broadened, “I would never manipulate you into staying in a situation you didn’t want to. I’ll brag about you because you’re smart and you’ve overcome so much, and fuck if I’m not proud to have you as my girlfriend.”

  “Right, I am your girlfriend.”

  “Well, I’d prefer fiancé, but you still haven’t said yes.”

  Raising one eyebrow, she rolled her eyes again and took my head between her hands, “Thank you, Mav, I love the way you talk me down before walking me to the bathroom.” She kissed me on the forehead.

  I groaned, bending at the waist, gripping her by the hips and sinking my head between her breasts, “You don’t make it easy to love you, you know.”

  I felt her tense and my eyes shot open.

  I’d said it.

  Fuck.

  I’d said it to her half naked with my face in her tits.

  Fuck.

  Slowly, I straightened, lifting my head to look at her. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me softly on the mouth, “I do appreciate that you try.” Wandering away from me, she went to stand by the door.

  I cleared my throat, trying not to say anything else stupid, and held the door open for her, taking a deep breath to calm the erratic thumping in my chest. We executed the plan perfectly, walking in step to the small, shared bathroom, she slipped in and closed the door as I turned to face the living room, shocked at the number of people hanging out in my house and regretting not giving Celeste a little more to cover herself with. It didn’t take long before I was spotted, standing there in my half-naked glory, and a drunken cheer erupted somewhere in the kitchen, flowing through the room with growing loudness. I tried not to cringe and plastered a fake grin on my face, patting my teammates on the back as I made my way to the kitchen. My bag for our two-week trip was packed and I resolved to have Celeste throw on some of my sweats, and call a driver to take us to her place in the city. We could get the key to our place in the Hamptons tomorrow. There was no reason to stay here while Brody threw another accidental rager. And Celeste and I were going to need more uninterrupted time together for the things I had planned.

  Mia appeared like a ghost out of nowhere to join me at the fridge, still wearing her skinny ass dress, a half empty bottle of beer in her hands. I glared at her, conjuring every ounce of rage in my body to throw mental daggers at her fucking face. “Should you be drinking in your condition, Mia?” I growled, disgust dripping from my tone.

  “You know,” she slurred, “I couldn’t hear you guys at all. Are you even having fun in there? When we fucked we almost broke the headboard.” She swayed, her hip bumping into the counter awkwardly.

  I didn’t bother looking at her as I pulled two bottles of water from the fridge.

  “I just don’t get it, Maverick,” my name coming from her drunken mouth sounded like a curse, “We were together for like three years and you’re just ignoring everything we had.”

  “So, it’s safe to assume you’re not pregnant,” I answered, my voice an octave above a whisper. A trace of fear flickered across her hazy brown eyes. “Why the fuck would you make that shit up, Mia?”

  “I lost it,” she said airily, waving her bottle around.

  “Sure. Let me say this one more time, just so the record is clear: we are not, nor have ever been together. And if you had been pregnant, I wouldn’t have married you, wouldn’t have stayed with you. I would have taken you to court for a very short time to keep my child out of your drunk, coke addicted hands. You would be a terrible mother.”

  Her eyes were rimmed with red, but she appeared unaffected, “Whatever, Maverick.” Her voice grew in volume, “You know I’m the best you’ve ever had. We almost broke the headboard.” She glanced around the room, expecting an audience. No one cared. No one paid attention. No one gave a fuck about Mia anymore.

  I spotted a pair of long legs and a whip of blonde hair in my peripheral, realizing Celeste was dipping back into my bedroom.

  “Fuck you, Mia. Get the fuck out of my house. I’m filing a restraining order on Monday.” Rage and a little bit of worry were mixing unhappily in my stomach as I made my way back to the bedroom, glaring at anyone who stood in my way on the very short walk. I opened the door, expecting to see Celeste putting on her dress and coat to high tail it out of there, but she was standing at my bookshelf, running her hands along the spines of my textbooks.

  I closed the door behind me quietly, locking it for good measure, and she spun, grinning when she saw me. She sauntered over, swaying her hips in a funny rhythm, and stood on her toes to drape her arms over my shoulders. “So,” She said, that mischievous look on her features I loved so much, “You almost broke a headboard?” Her gaze swept me up and down. I reached my hands out to touch her and she danced away, glancing back at me over her shoulder, “Come on, Mav, you holding out on me?”

  “Mia’s nuts. She was just saying shit to make me mad,” I edged towards the middle of the room. “Is that all you heard?”

  “She practically shouted it, how could I have missed it?” One red nail hooked under the hem of my shirt at her thigh, “You didn’t answer my question,” She said quietly.

  I watched with clenched fascination as the shirt lifted to her hip, still covering that spot between her toned legs. “What question was that?” I asked, clearing my throat.

  “Are you holding out on me?” She repeated, smiling, and looking like a modern-day Aphrodite teasing her mortal worshiper.

  I didn’t know how to answer.

  Yes. Sometimes. In some ways.

  But not always.

  I was always in control, but even more so with Celeste, for you know, reasons. It didn’t mean I wasn’t giving her my all when it came to the sex we had, but it was also different with her. It took me much less time to get off, embarrassingly enough, because with other girls I had to concentrate on actually trying to get off. So yeah, I got a little rougher, maybe a little wilder, but I needed to. With everyone else it had just been about friction and dominance and everything involved with meaningless sex. With Celeste, it was…emotional.

  I opened my mouth, meaning to say something, anything, but she spoke again. “It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, you know.”

  “What?”

  “That you’re rough in bed.”

  Confused, I watched as she climbed onto my mattress, perched on her knees, the t-shirt still hooked under her finger, “Who the fuck else—?”

  The fabric moved further up her hips and I froze mid-sentence as her smooth pussy came into view. She shrugged, “Just a couple of girls I overheard a while ago.”

  I couldn’t take my eyes off the line of gray shirt as it moved up her perfect torso. Her left tit came into view and I moved forward, unable to keep my hands from where they belonged on her body, but she held up a finger to stop me.

  “Still haven’t answered the question. Focus, Mav.”

  “Yeah, I’m holding out on you,” My voice was husky, “But I have my reasons.”

  “Maverick,” she purred, “If I wanted to be fucked by a pussy I would have become a lesbian.”

  Holy fuck.

  I was speechless. She lifted the shirt above her other tit and let it rest there, using both of her hands to take one in each and squeeze the nipples one at a time. Her blonde hair tilted to the side, one of her hands traveling down her torso and over her abdomen.

  My fingers twitched at my side as she touched herself between her legs, letting out a soft breath of air. She’d done this to me when we were teenagers and I marveled again at how much her body had changed, how much she’d grown, and how much fucking confidence she had. She was sexy as hell and I was so far gone with this girl, there would be no chance of
recovery if she broke me again.

  She got down on her hands, turning to the side, offering me the most incredible view of her body. The drop of her breasts, the toned lines of her abdomen that flowed perfectly into the curve of her ass. I was dumbstruck for the millionth time just watching her, my cock hard and pointing in the very obvious direction it wanted to go. “So?” She said simply.

  I shook my head, regretting the words before I even spoke them, “I can’t fuck you like that.”

  Celeste sat back on her haunches, the t-shirt falling down over her body. “Why?”

  My chest was thumping with the heavy shit I was about to let loose. I swallowed, “Because I—care about you.”

  She stared at me, confusion followed by mild annoyance.

  “What I did to other women, it isn’t because I liked them. It’s…” I hesitated, “Well, because I hated them.”

  “Then why sleep with them at all?”

  To distract from the pain of losing you. I shrugged, “Not much else to do.”

  “So, am I just another way for you to pass the time?” Her green gaze blazed with fury.

  I held my hands up and came to stand right by the bed, “Fuck, no, Celeste. You’re not listening to me at all.” I ran a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath. This isn’t how I wanted to do this. I couldn’t tell her I loved her in the middle of a growing party while she was wearing my t-shirt and we were talking about how I fucked other women. “I can’t fuck you like that because I very much don’t hate you.” I let out a deep breath, “As a matter of fact, I don’t hate you at all.”