Chapter 13 #2
“In what words then?”
Isa laughs. “Lana, this isn’t middle school.”
“Ignore her,” Nat says. “You should have seen him, Lana. He was red.”
“It was actually very cute.”
“He is cute, isn’t he?” I say quietly.
“You should text him,” Isabelle suggests. “Tell him you’re excited too. Make him smile while he’s out.”
“Just sext him,” Natalia says.
I say “What” the same time Isa says, “No.”
Natalia gapes. “Why not? You’ll get him all hot and bothered.”
“We aren’t even having sex.”
She shrugs. “So? It’ll get him hot and bothered.”
Isabelle snorts. “Men are actually kind of easy.”
“My point exactly,” Natalia quips.
“Just tell him you’re looking forward to tonight, just something to…”
“Give our boy some hope, Lana,” Natalie says, pouting.
I sigh. Sexting Christian might be…a bit much, right now?
Right? I mean, the last time we kind of sexted, we were stupid twenty two year olds.
He told me he was thinking about me at work and one thing led to another, next thing I knew he stormed into our apartment, carried me into our bedroom, and he kept all the promises he’d made.
“Okay fine,” I groan and reach for my phone on the coffee table. “He texted me a half hour ago.”
They both crowd over me where I sit, staring down at my phone.
Christian
I’m thinking about you
“He’s one step ahead of you,” Isabelle says.
I shoo them away, swatting my hand. “If I’m going to sext my boyfriend, I’m doing it alone. Go, go.”
Isabelle laughs. “Fine. We’ll be upstairs and laying out your outfit in the meantime.”
“Have fun!”
My best friends jog up stairs into my bedroom and are bound to wreak havoc in my closet. I sit here and sigh again, reading over his message. I type.
Lana
You’re thinking about me at the gym?
Christian
I’m always thinking about you
I left the gym a bit ago, I’m picking up some groceries. Do we need anything?
This is much better than sexting.
Lana
Milk and orange juice
Christian
Got it.
Lana
When are you coming home?
Christian
As soon as I’m done here
I think you miss me
Lana
I think you’re delusional
Christian
I think it’s cute when you do that
I twist around my lips and bite at the skin around my thumbnail. I haven’t had to think this hard about texting in so long. I never had to think when texting Christian, or talking to him. It was easy, and now I’m overthinking.
Give him some hope, Lana
Lana
I think you’re cute
That was so corny.
Christian
I think you’re pretty cute yourself
Lana
I’m thinking about you too
Christian
What are you thinking about, baby?
Then there’s that flip in my belly. I tell him how badly I want him to hold me until it escalates to wanting him to kiss me and…much more explicit images. Maybe Natalia was right because I’m burning in my skin and the smile on my face makes my muscles ache.
I can’t wait for him to get home.
“Alright!” Natalia’s voice startles me and I drop my phone in my lap, rubbing my thighs together. I hear them come down the stairs until they’re in front of me. “Your outfit suggestions are hanging and ready for you to pick from.”
“We’ll go now,” Isa says, smiling. “Tell us how it goes okay?”
I nod. “Mhhm.” They need to leave. Now. “I’ll text after.”
“Okay, bye! Love you!”
“Love you!”
“Love you,” I call back and stand. I hear the engine of the McLaren come into the driveway and out the window, I see him say hi to my friends again before they leave. Christian is coming up the stairs of the porch and I hear his key in the lock.
I wait, breathless, wondering if it’s going to be the way it used to be. If he’s going to come to me, throw me over his shoulder, undress me while I undress him, and devour me. I think I want him to.
I want him to.
Christian drops his keys on the entry table, takes off his sneakers, and drops his gym bag and grocery bags to the floor. I swallow and freeze when he looks at me with carnal, animalistic eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I breathe.
Touch me.
Then he’s moving fast on his feet, coming to me where I stand. I gasp as he reaches me. “Christ—”
His lips are pressing on mine before I can finish saying his name, his hands holding my face and mine pulling him closer by his shirt.
My hands press against his chest, feeling it hard as I smooth them down his front until I reach his shorts.
My hands palm his hard length and he groans into my mouth just as his tongue touches mine.
“Lana,” he moans.
“Hi,” is the only thing I can manage.
Christian chuckles softly, smiling against my lips. “Hi, baby.”
Between the breathless kisses, I say, “H-How was your…your day?”
He bends and his mouth is trailing wet kisses down my neck. “Good.”
I moan and my head tilts backward, giving him the space to keep going. Silently begging him to keep going.
“How was yours?” Christian mumbles into my neck and my hands hold onto his sides, my fingers burrowing into his skin.
We stumble back until I’m pressed against the wall beside the living room windows, and I’m lifted off the ground, legs around his waist. My fingers push through his hair and I pull his lips back to mine.
“I asked about your day,” he mumbles on my lips.
“Good.” I gasp when he presses his body between my legs. “Christian…”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Please.”
I blame myself for this. The point was for him to be hot and bothered, and now it’s me—hot, bothered, flustered, and burning. I am burning for him in more ways than one and I want to dance with him in the flames.
“You did it on purpose,” Christian breathes.
“Mhhm,” I whimper and arch. “Christian.”
With his forehead on mine, our lips disconnect and we catch our breaths by stealing each other's air. “Lana, we have a date tonight.”
“I know,” I whisper. “Did you want to buy me dinner first?”
He chuckles. “No, Lana, I want us to just be…okay, before we do this.”
I swallow. “Right. Yeah—Yes.”
He’s right, you horny monster!
“Lana?”
“I’m mad at you,” I say. “I’m angry with you and my heart is still a bit broken, but Christian…”
“It’s okay,” Christian whispers.
“I want you,” I say.
But he shakes his head. “Lana, baby.”
“I want you,” I breathe, scratching the back of his head. “I want you to kiss me and make love to me and touch me. I want to feel you inside me and… I want you.”
Christian releases a guttural groan and dips his head into the crook of my neck. “Lana, I’m really trying.”
“I know.”
He’s right, we shouldn’t. And that’s fine.
It’s good, really, but it’s hard when I have to see him everyday.
When he’s downstairs cooking breakfast, I want to wrap my arms around him from behind and put my cheek to his bareback.
When I see him smile, I just want to kiss him until one of us passes out.
But, damn it, he’s probably right. He’s right.
I’ll just take matters into my own hands then.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Okay. Um, can you put me down then?”
Christian exhales heavily through his nose and slowly sets me onto my feet. I step around him and strut away, purposely and dramatically swaying my hips. When I look over my shoulder, he’s watching me with darkened eyes and a tense jaw.
I jerk my chin up the stairs and continue on my path.
Maybe we aren’t ready and the no sex rule is a good thing.
Yes, it is. But that doesn’t mean I can’t torture him just a tiny bit while I have my own fun.
By the time I reach the door of my bedroom, he’s walking toward the staircase.
I close the door, push the button on the handle to lock it with a smirk on my face, and find the small bag in my dresser.
I open the bag and pick out my handy dandy pink dual rabbit vibrator. I toss it onto my bed while I strip off my shirt and my shorts, and lie back on my mattress with a satisfied sigh.
Then the knob rattles. “Lana?”
I turn on the vibrator and spread my legs wide. I hiss and arch when I let it slip over my pussy, and it glides so easily—all Christian’s doing. I bring the toy back up to my clit and moan loudly, pressing it down harder and increasing its speed.
“Lana,” I hear him growl from the other side of the door.
“Christian,” I moan, just before I push the toy in. “Fuck,” I gasp.
I chuckle breathlessly when he pounds on the door and then he tries the handle again. I pulse the toy inside of me and my other hand cups my breast, toying with my nipple, and I close my eyes to imagine the man on the other side of the door. “Fuck, you feel so good, Christian.”
“Lana!”
“Oh god!” It feels even better when, behind my eyes, I see him over me with his face slacked from the pleasure of being inside me.
Then the lock clicks open, and I smile in my haze.
I press the button to increase the intensity and I’m a whimpering mess when the door swings open. I peel my eyelids open, my mouth parted, and I see him peel the shirt off his body.
I keep moving the toy, imagining it’s him inside of me, and moan loudly. “Fuck, Christian.”
“Give me the toy, Lana,” he husks, kneeling between my open legs with his eyes on my pussy.
I shake my head, biting my lip and pressing the button again. The new intensity pulls a louder gasp out of me and I’m so close. My legs start to quake and there is a tightness that continues to coil in my core, just about ready to burst.
Christian growls and my pleasure is stolen from me when he pulls the toy out of my hand, and out of me.
“Christian!”
I pick up my head, sitting up on my elbows, and watch him lick the toy clean, moaning. The sight makes my core clench and desire warm my entire body, making me wetter.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” he growls
A whimper gets lost in my throat. He turns it off and tosses the toy aside, and I spread my legs even wider. “Have a better taste then.”
Christian’s eyes narrow, just a pinch, and his nostrils flare. Then he lowers his head between my legs. My fingers push into his hair, brushing through until I’m fisting the strands. His lips brush across my mound and around, avoiding the spot I need his mouth the most.