I laugh and squeeze Miles’s hand, burrow myself farther into the nook I’ve created between his shoulder and torso. “It’s true what you said on that Ferris wheel, I’ve tried to get you to notice me for years. At first, I thought you were just cute, but then … I don’t know. I saw your character, how you lit up a room and were the life of the party anywhere you went. I wanted to get to know you so badly. You really hurt me at the fair, the words you said. And the many words you said after that, through the last four months.”
I pause, trying to tamp down the hurt rising in my blood. Miles looks pained, and his grip on my neck becomes more possessive, massaging as if he’s trying to rub out any hurt.
“But I see it, how hard you’ve worked. And I believe you when you say you’ve changed. I want to wipe the slate clean. I want to try again. But slowly.”
Relief and happiness flood his face, and he pulls me in so that I’m practically sitting in his lap. “I promise, this time, it will be different.”
He whispers the words onto my lips and then brushes against me in the most satisfying, mind-numbing kiss I’ve ever experienced. It’s been a month since we’ve had this connection, since I’ve felt him pour his wants and needs into me, and I into him.
His hands rake down my coat-covered back, all the layers between us getting in the way. I’m burning up underneath them all, sweat and lust trickling down my spine. Miles deepens the kiss, our tongues molding into each other. We can’t be far enough into each other fast enough. His gloved hands are everywhere; in my hair, on my cheeks, gripping my thighs, pushing on my back to get my breasts closer to his upper body.
Heat and arousal lick up my skin, and I can feel Miles grinding his hardness into the place where I rest on his lap. We’re too wound up, and when I hear a door close from somewhere inside, I jump back, rearing off Miles’s lap and backing up into the banister. He stays seated, both of us panting as we stare at each other like rabid animals. Like we might just attack each other.
Another door shutting shakes me from my carnal coma.
“We should go back downstairs.” A blush creeps into my cheeks, and I know I’m smiling like a love-struck idiot.
Miles wipes his hand down his face in frustration. I think he’s giving himself a minute to calm down, let some of the adrenaline flow out of his system. We haven’t touched each other for weeks, and I know just by looking at him that he’s just as pent-up as I am.
“Yeah, let’s go.” He stands up reluctantly but reaches one gloved hand out into the air, meaning for me to take it.
The gesture is small, but sappiness floods my system. Besides the couple of short moments where we’ve been alone, he hasn’t shown any upfront signs of affection. Now he’s willing to hold my hand, and he doesn’t even let it go as we descend the staircase. And he picks it back up, lacing our fingers and holding tight, after we remove our winter gear, parading our new relationship, or whatever we’re calling this, out in front of my whole family as we ring in Christmas.
22
Miles
They say time flies when you’re having fun. Well, when life is fucking fantastic, time barrels on like a goddamn supersonic jet.
Christmas passed and turned into New Year’s. Chloe, Minka, Owen, and I spent it at his house, empty except for the four of us, playing childhood board games and drinking champagne like idiots. At midnight, I kissed Chloe like the world was ending, like I was starving for breath and she was air. And later, when Minka and Owen went up to his bedroom to fuck like bunnies, I rang in the New Year with Chloe properly. I buried my head between her thighs, lapping at her sweet, musky juices until I heard those breathy moans signaling her release.
I crave that sound, so much so that I feel like all I’ve been doing all week is counting the seconds until I can get her underneath me.
Restaurant shifts go by in slow motion, only made better by the fact that I am making money, and can flirt with Chloe in between taking orders. And occasionally, corner her in the drink-station alcove, pushing her against the wall until she relents and presses her lips to mine, igniting the fury of lust that still lays dormant in my loins.
We still haven’t had sex again. I’m trying not to push her, to take things slow. I’ve taken her on a few dates, not that this time of year is conducive to going out anywhere. I can’t take her to my favorite spots; hiking in the forest, swimming at the lake, out to the old baseball diamond. But we lie together for hours, talking about nothing and everything. I find that sometimes it doesn’t even matter what she’s saying, but the tone of her voice, the way she lies on my chest, it makes me feel like I am in exactly the place I am meant to be.
I haven’t run into my father again, and thank fuck for that. I’ve made almost enough money from my tips and restaurant wages to make it through the semester. And after that, I am going to try my luck in the draft.
I know how stupid some people would say I am, with not finishing college and all. But I’m not wasting precious years not going after my dreams. I have already wasted almost three. This is the time, to make it or break it.
“How do I look?” Chloe saunters into my room in a long-sleeved purple dress that matches her eyes. There is a V cut into the front of it so I can see the tops of her tits pushing out, and it flares at the waist and stops midway down her thigh, revealing her long, honey-colored legs. Her raven hair cascades over her shoulders and back, and she’s done something to her face so that the tanned skin there glows and shimmers. She looks like a fucking angel.
“Like maybe I don’t want to even go out. Let’s just stay here.” She gives a surprised yelp when I pull her onto my lap where I’m sitting in the middle of my bed. She clambers up, straddling me, and fixes her hair where I’ve messed it up. I lie back, admiring the very nice view. Her tits, small bulges in the skin-tight dress, beg for me. I reach a hand up, caressing her nipple through the fabric, and watch her eyes go liquid.
“Quit it, handsy. It’s the first weekend back, I want to go to this party.” She grabs my hands, pinning both of them behind me on the bed.
“That’s not helping to convince me to go to Zeta …” I grind up into her exposed thighs, which feel hot and smooth underneath her dress.
“Mmm, babe. No. I want to go. I want to show off my boyfriend.” She makes a googly-eyed expression, and I laugh as I sit up.
“Fine. But I don’t want to stay all night.”
She jumps off the bed, leading me out and into the living room, where Minka, Owen, and Clint are sitting around pre-gaming. I take another double-take at Clint. He is so close to my size now that he looks like a different person. If not for the military cut black hair and the three inches I have on him, we could be twins. His weight loss is astounding, but I’m damn proud of him.
“What’re y’all playing?” Chloe bounces in front of me, and I catch the soft tips of her hair, brush them softly as I place my hand on her hip.
“Well, if it isn’t the most gorgeous couple ever!” Minka rolls her eyes, but winks at Chloe in a sign of affection.
“No one is more gorgeous than you, bub.” Owen reaches across the table, grabbing her by the neck and sticking his tongue down her throat. Clint blushes as the exchange continues and clears his throat loudly to get them to stop.
“All right, back to our round of Kings, everyone.” Clint picks a card up from the pile. “Five. Guys! Bros drink together.”
I lift my beer in salute to him and Owen, then take a healthy sip. I don’t plan on having more than two tonight. I get to take my girl home at the end of it, and I plan on being sober for all of things I have planned for her. I’m going to finally convince her to let me back inside that tight, hot pussy tonight.
“All right, I got an ace. Time for a waterfall, bitches, and I’m going to kick your asses!” Minka gets ready, her beer positioned at her lips. Looking around the table, she sits next to Owen, who’s next to Clint, and then Chloe and finally me, sitting between the two women. Great, I’m going to have to chug until everyone at
the table finishes their beer.
“Buckle up, lightweight.” Clint angles an eyebrow at me. Dick, he can finish four beers before I’m even halfway through my first. But I’m no lightweight.
“Let’s see if that gut still works now that it’s gone, huh, big boy?”
“Yeah, you know I’m a big boy …” Clint usually isn’t cocky, but his new-found figure apparently comes with a side of confidence.
Minka starts, tipping her beer up, and everyone follows suit.
The bubbly, dark beer flows into my mouth, down my throat, and burns my nostrils and eyes as I continue to drink, my friends in the circle falling one by one as the person in front of them stops drinking. Clint goes extra long, resting one hand behind his head as he chugs down his entire bottle. Jerk.
Chloe finally puts her fruity wine cooler on the table with a small gasp, and I slam my almost empty beer bottle on the table, the dregs splashing around in the glass.
I feel sick. “Ugh, God. I’m done with this game.”
“Pussy. You can’t even drink a beer these days. What, are you sober now?” Owen mocks me.
Come to think of it, I haven’t had a drink in probably two and a half months. Besides the champagne on New Year’s, I haven’t been anywhere close to drunk. And I really intend to keep it that way.
“Let’s just go to the party, you crazy kids. I have a beautiful girl to show off.”
The party is loud, thick smoke pouring into the living room where the girls have placed a rented fog machine. People are going balls-to-the-wall. First night back, first Greek party of the semester. It’s like everyone took Molly and it’s infecting the air with crazy vibes. I’m sober as can be, watching Clint and Parker race each other over and over again to shotgun beers. And I couldn’t be more interested in any of this.
It’s funny how this used to be my favorite kind of place. With these faceless, nameless people. Numbing my veins with beer and weed until I couldn’t see straight. Now all I want to do is find Chloe and sling her over my shoulder.
I make my way to the kitchen, the last place I saw her chatting with some of her sorority sisters. Walking in, I spot our Mount Olympus trophy sitting proudly on the kitchen counter. Guess that’s where they put it after I quit Kappa. Just a glance at it fills me with a burning desire for her as I remember our bodies working in tandem. I need her now.
A loud laugh draws my attention to the breakfast nook across the room, and there she is, squeezed into a booth-like table with five other girls, drinking a cocktail like a classy woman.
“Hey, babe.” I walk up to the table, smiling at Chloe, and see the other girls simultaneously melt with gooeyness and seize with jealousy.
“Hi, handsome. What’re you up to?” She looks completely in touch with herself, her surroundings. I used to think of Chloe as the typical princess brat. But what I didn’t realize is that she’s just comfortable in her skin, happy to make other people happy.
“You wanna head out? I have something to show you at home.” I don’t care if that’s not the least bit subtle. I want to show her the hard-on growing in my jeans.
Her eyes flash with lust. “Sure. Let’s head out.”
The other girls make whistling catcalls as she climbs out of the booth, and I take her hand to help her down. We almost jog through the house out to the sidewalk, hurried in our haste to get home and get out of our clothes. Jolts of heat pulse through my dick as I feel it getting harder in my pants, her grip on my hand tightening, urging me to pull us faster out of the crowd littering the front yard.
Once we’re out of the radius of party goers, I pull her close, shading us in a patch of branches that are overgrown out onto the sidewalk.
“I know you wanted to stay, but I just want you so bad.” I crush my lips down onto her open ones, halting her before she can respond. The kiss isn’t gentle, it isn’t nice. It’s scorching, laced with danger and desire, out of control.
“Get me home. Now.” Her voice is rough and raspy, her arousal evident.
We all but run the three blocks back to my house, flinging open the door and not bothering to shut and lock it before I’m pushing her against the wall in the living room, bunching her dress up around her waist and plunging my fingers into her dripping wet heat.
“Oh God, Miles …” She whimpers at the contact, and I have to contain myself from taking her up against the wall. I want her naked, in my bed.
I haul her up, her legs coming to wrap around my waist, her wet heat pressing against my rigid cock. Fuck, I need to get her clothes off before I lose it.
Dropping her on the bed, I pull my shirt off before coming for her. I move over her body like a lion stalks its prey, slowly but lethally. I push her dress up, dragging it until it snags on her back. Her tight stomach peaks out, the lace pink underwear she has on so soaked that I can almost make out her swollen clit.
She arches for me so that I can whip the entire thing off, throwing it behind me to join the rest of the clothes soon to be discarded.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” Sitting back on my haunches, I begin to unbuckle my belt, slowing us down and watching her watch me. I can see the tan expanses of skin illuminated by the moonlight, the soft flesh in her neck that I want to bite into as I sheath myself inside her. There are so many ways I want to have her, and I can’t seem to pick one.
“Take them off.” Her small voice surprises me in the quiet room. We’ve slowed to a snail’s pace, time has stopped.
I stand at the edge of the bed, unzipping my jeans and sliding them down. Then go my boxers. I step out of the pool at my feet. Chloe moans, I don’t even think she knows she does it, as if even her subconscious yearns for me.
She can’t take her indigo stare off of my cock, which has sprung free, standing straight as an arrow. I give myself a tug, watching as she squirms, the lace of her panties rubbing against her swollen, dripping sex.
“Please …”
“What do you want, Chloe? Tell me.”
“I want you. Inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”
Her dirty words make my swollen head twitch, and I can feel the cum rising in my shaft, I’m so close. I can’t wait anymore.
“Take off your bra and panties,” I growl at her, moving swiftly to my nightstand. I pull out a condom, or four, and lay them on the table. Ripping one open with my teeth, I roll it on and hiss at the plastic making contact with my already sensitive dick. Climbing onto the bed, I mold myself to Chloe’s body, hesitating before fisting myself and pushing inside of her.
“Hold the headboard. And don’t move your arms.”
She reaches her elegant arms back, grasping the columns of the wood board at her head.
I drive into her with a groan.
“Fuck,” I mumble as Chloe bites back a, “Yes.”
“Look at me. I don’t want your eyes to leave mine.” I’ve always been rough when it comes to sex, and I’ve always been demanding. But I find with Chloe, I want to own her orgasm in a way I’ve never wanted anything before. I need to watch her, see her as she loses control.
I pull out, almost to the tip, and slam back in. She cries out in pleasure, but her eyes stay locked on mine. I keep this pace, slow and hard all at the same time, and soon we’re both panting, moaning, crying out. Wanting to keep going but struggling to fight off release.
“Give it to me, let me feel you,” I growl as I drive into Chloe, harder and faster now, like we see the finish line of the marathon and we need to taste the sweet relief.
“Ahh.” Chloe screams, her arms tensing so hard on the headboard I’m afraid her small, elegant limbs are going to break. And then I see it, the way her orgasm rolls down her body, constricting each section of muscle one body part at a time. It’s beautiful, she’s beautiful, and still, her eyes stay locked on mine.
Desire, relief, happiness, satisfaction, and a hundred other emotions flash through her eyes. And then I feel her pussy tighten, clamp around me, and that’s all it takes.
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p; I’m spasming, choking from my loss of air, consumed with only one thing. The pure fucking bliss emptying out of my body, into her.
I collapse as a rush of air hits my lungs, completely spent and completely ready to do it all over again.
23
Chloe
Minka and I hold hands as we walk into Sushi & Sweets. It’s a fusion restaurant based on every college girl’s two favorite things; raw fish wrapped in seaweed and frozen yogurt. I couldn’t love a restaurant more, even if it was Lucca’s.
“Why the hell are we coming here again?” I hear Miles whining behind me.
“Because we are whipped and our women like to call this fish shit a meal,” Owen gripes before Minka throws him a warning look. “And I’m so happy to be here. Doing something my baby loves.”
“That’s much better.” She nods and we giggle before pulling open the door, two tall drinks of water following us in.
The waitress takes our reservation and seats us. As Miles slides in beside me, my heart starts thrumming at a mile a minute. How does this boy, who I have been crushing on for more than half my life, still get me sweaty and flushed like this?
“Hi, gorgeous,” he says as he slings his arm around me, resting it on the back of our booth. I place my hand on his massive thigh, relishing the sculpted muscles beneath my fingers. We haven’t left each other’s beds much since we’ve been back. I catch him giving me that naughty glint he does in public, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to suppress the wet heat flooding my thong.
“Look at us, just two bros out with our best girls, who also happen to be supermodel stunning.” Owen’s sentence snaps me out of ogle-Miles-mode. I turn to him and Minka just in time to see her eye roll. But, she’s smiling and he pops a kiss on her cheek, which makes her blush.
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