Chapter Eight #2
"But I've decided to come home after that."
"What about medical school?"
"I can think about that later," he said. "The doctor I've been shadowing at the hospital just got a grant to complete a major project, and he needs a research assistant.
He starts in January, and he's offered me the job."
"You'd be working here?" I said, trying to hold back an excited scream.
"Yes." He smiled. "I'd be working with him for at least a year. My dad thinks it's a great opportunity, and when I'm done, I can look for a job using my Master’s, or I can go to medical school."
"Are you sure?" I was jumping up and down inside my head, but I wanted to make sure this was want he wanted. He'd been going back and forth about school, and if he had concerns, I wanted to be here for him to talk about them.
"Yes, I'm sure." He nodded. "It's time for me to come home, Jocelyn, especially now that I have someone to come home to."
I couldn't stop the grin.
"But I know you're young, and you've just graduated. There are so many things you still have to experience, and I do have to leave for four months, so I don't want you to feel obligated to wait for me."
"Do you want me to wait?" I knew what I wanted, but I didn't want to assume anything for him.
"I don't want to be selfish," he said as he looked down. "But I want this, us, to work."
"I do too," I whispered.
He looked into my eyes, and I saw the relief in his gaze . How can he not think I'd
want him? "I know things progressed really fast between us, but it’s working. I only wish I didn't have to leave."
"I want you to go," I said. "I'll miss you like crazy, but this is something you have to do. I want it for you."
"If the situation were reversed, I don't know if I could be so selfless," he said. "I'd want to keep you with me."
"I don't believe that." I smiled. "You always do what's right for me."
"I want to be what's right for you," he whispered against my temple.
"You are." I pulled him into a hug. "I'll wait for you, Alex." He had my heart, even if I wasn't sure he was ready to hear it.
He moved his lips along my jaw and to my lips, and before I realized what was happening, I was on my back, and he was hovering over me. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me eagerly. He wanted more, evident by the way his erection pressed against my thigh.
"Baby." I tried to push against his chest, but it was a weak attempt; my body was humming for him. "Someone will see us."
He stopped kissing my neck and gave me a thoughtful look, as if he were contemplating the situation. He climbed off me and extended his hand. "Let's do this in my bedroom."
"There's a house full of people."
"Exactly." He playfully tapped the tip of my nose. "No one will know where we are."
"Oh," I said, as the realization sank in.
Alex laughed and took my hand. He wrapped his arms around my waist as we walked to the patio doors.
It took us a while to get to the house; every time Alex kissed my neck, I had to turn around and seek out his lips.
We finally made it to the back staircase and to his room, and, just as Alex had predicted, no one saw us enter the house.
"I have to get inside you," he mumbled against my lips.
He pushed me into the bedroom and shut and locked the door behind us.
Before he could turn around, I had my arms wrapped around his waist and was kissing the back of his neck.
I was so gentle my lips were barely touching his skin, but his whole body was responding to me.
He spun around and pushed me up against the desk on the opposite side of the room.
I was momentarily shocked by his abruptness, but quickly recovered when he nipped at my neck and slid his hands underneath my dress.
"I love when you touch me," I whispered. "I want to be yours."
"I’ll make you mine." He slipped my panties down my legs and pulled them off my feet, dropping to his knees in the process. "You look too fuckin’ hot to take that dress off."
I whimpered as he worked his way back up my legs with his lips, bunching the hem of the dress under his hands and exposing my now-bare center.
"It’s way too tempting not to taste." He gripped my hips and pulled me to his mouth.
"Ahh," I moaned softly as he slowly licked my slit, swirling his tongue just inside my opening and then flattening it against my clit. I bucked against his face and moved against his tongue.
Fuck, he's gonna make me cum!
My soft pleas caused him to work me faster. He continued to lick and suck on my clit as he grabbed my ass and pulled me into his face.
I ran my fingers through his hair, and then, as my legs gave out, I pulled hard and screamed out my release. Thank God it's so noisy downstairs!
He stood up and faced me. I tried to catch my breath and compose myself as I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Oh, no." He picked me up and plopped me on the edge of the desk. "I’m not done with you."
He reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He pushed my legs up on the desk, spreading them apart and resting my heels on the edge.
He gradually moved his lips over mine, just barely brushing against them, and then trailed them down my jaw and to the crook of my neck.
As he kissed the skin just below my ear, he moved his hands up to my breasts and teased my nipples through the thin material of my dress with his thumbs.
I couldn’t help but squirm under his touch.
I unbuckled his belt and quickly pushed his pants down, unable to wait any longer. He made quick work of securing the condom, before stepping out of his pants and kicking them aside.
I looked up at him and smiled. He let his gaze fall over my body before he pulled the material of my dress up over my waist and rubbed his cock against my warm center.
"Maybe I should just rip the dress right off so I could lick, fuck, and suck as much of you as I can get."
"Just hurry up!" I didn't care if the dress stayed or went; I wanted my man inside me.
"I don't want to be slow tonight."
My eyes widened in shock when he took me by surprise and quickly thrust into me, pulling my body close to his. "Alex," I screamed as my hands slipped from his shoulders. I was stunned by his fast approach.
"Can’t," he grunted. "Be. Gentle. Now." He pounded into me, but never stopped looking into my eyes. I watched his expression as he relentlessly fucked me. He was intense and forceful, and I couldn't get enough. I always wanted him to be closer.
He grabbed my thighs hard as he continued moving inside me. There was no doubt his firm grip would leave bruises on my delicate, pale skin later, but it’d be worth it.
"Joce," he managed to breathe out. "I want to be deeper . . . closer . . . ."
"Alex!" I clutched his shoulders for stability. He grabbed my hip with one hand and placed the other on my inner thigh as he pressed his lips to mine. He savagely attacked my lower lip, biting it, then sucking it into his mouth. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I liked this animalistic side of him.
"Jocelyn." He spoke against my mouth. "So good, baby."
"Hmm . . . ." I moaned as I tightened my hold on him.
He continued his swift, hard thrusts, but the position we were in was taking a toll on my body. I grew tired, but I managed to hook my legs around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder.
"Alex," I whispered breathlessly as my body shook against his. This climax was much softer than my first, but no less intense. I pressed my mouth to the warm skin of his shoulder and gently kissed him.
"Shit!" he mumbled into my neck as he emptied into the condom. He came so hard and fast I thought the rubber would overflow with his long, hot spurts. After he came, he couldn’t stop moving his hips into me. When he finally pulled out, I flinched.
He quickly threw away the condom in a nearby trashcan, then turned back to me.
I was fragile and sex was still new to me, and my body was still getting used to our times together. Alex’s jaw was tight, and he looked upset. He took my face between his hands and whispered, "Jocelyn." He kissed the tip of my nose. "I’m sorry."
"You should be."
"Fuck!" he mumbled under his breath.
He picked me up off the desk, carried me over to the bed, and tenderly placed me in it, before crawling in next to me.
"I didn’t mean to—"
I cut him off, placing my fingers on his lips. "You’ve been holding out on me."
After a beat of silence, he grinned. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Waiting for you." I giggled.
"I didn’t hurt you?" Worry etched across his beautiful face.
"A little and I’ll probably bruise." I rubbed my hand over my hips and thighs.
"But it’s worth it."
He gently kissed my waiting lips, then pulled me onto my chest. "You make me wild."
"Good!"
Graduation night turned out to be better than prom night, and I wouldn't have thought that was possible.