Chapter 18 #2
I cry out, my back arching higher. I latch my legs around his lower back, keeping him where he is, and he pants, his head jerking back.
“What are you doing?” He asks me, and I let his hips go, his body moving back, his dick sliding out.
I pull him down, his body is easy to move in this setting.
I pull him down to the bed, his back hitting it hard, and I make my move on top of him, straddling him.
“May I?” I ask, and his eyes are crystal clear, staring at me like I might have hung the moon right now.
They’re glossy… No hazy is a better word for it. He looks like he’s lost, and found all in one right now, and I like that he looks at me like nothing else exists in the world around us. Not his friends, not his apartment, not this campus, not football, nothing but me, straddling him.
“Please,” He agrees.
I could come right now if I didn’t want to make this last just like he does.
Dear god, I’d pay money to hear him beg for me.
I roll my hips, my core teasing him, sliding up his length.
I place myself, and lower down, my body adjusting to him again in this position and both of us moan in sync at the feeling, and I get chills all over my body instantly at the knowledge of this feeling just as good to him as it does to me.
I arch my back, my hands moving behind me, and holding onto his thighs as I face forward.
I give myself leverage, easily able to rock my hips forward and ride him.
I do just that, slowly at first, taking my time feeling every inch of him, hitting every aching spot of mine.
My body is singing at the feeling of him inside of me like this.
I’ve never really cared which side of this I end up on because normally I have to finish myself off before the night is over.
I have an incredibly strong feeling this won't be over until we’ve both made it across the finish line and then some.
His hands are exploring me, he moves them up my thighs, and then down my stomach.
His fingers brush my pubic bones, and then his thumb finds my clit, and I’m not sure what sound I make but I know something comes out of my mouth at the feeling of him.
I did tell myself I wanted this to last but I don’t know if that’s possible at this point.
“Bell please...” I whine out, my hips moving up and down now, my body wanting nothing more than to cross that line, but do it with him too.
I’m pleasuring myself, and the way he’s moving his fingers he’s aiding me, helping me.
I open my eyes finally to see him with parted lips and red cheeks.
He’s looking at me like I’ve never seen him before.
His chest is chiseled, his jaw tight, and hard as he clenches it.
He’s drawing slow circles and I’m moving slow too, the teasing pleasure feeling better than anything rough or fast right now.
I’ll save that for another time. I feel every inch of my stomach clench, a building pressure in my lower abdomen, and heat spreading through my thighs.
“I need to stop or I’m…” I moan as he presses harder, hitting just the perfect spot, and I stop my movements fully, knowing I need to.
“Go ahead... Use me...” His words sound sweet but are anything but. “I want you to come,” He tells me, and I feel my lips part as he moves himself, aiding me more as he tries to continue the building high I felt.
My hand touches his torso, his abs flexing under my fingertips, and I ride him again, continuing the same teasing movements until every inch of my body is covered in chills.
I have never come this way, but my body is shaking now, and I can’t keep my eyes open.
I cry out, continuing to ride him as every part of me clenches and tightens inside.
“Bell...” I moan his name and his fingers continue to circle me, and I’m not sure if he’s finished yet.
I’m not sure if I’m making him wait on me, but I don’t think I care at all because it feels like every part of me has melted and disappeared altogether.
I slow down, and I let my hands press to his chest, finding stability.
I’ve made a mess of him, and we both know that.
I don’t even need to see it to know that.
I look at him, and he reaches up to me, his fingers tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Are you good?” He asks and I nod.
“Are you?” I ask.
“I’m not done with you yet…” I furrow my brows. “I’ve learned that nice guys finish last Ryn... So let me do that? Yeah?” He asks, and I don’t even get a word in before he moves his hands up my thighs until they reach my ass.
He guides me now, his hands covering my ass in full. He’s not gentle with me despite the high I just felt, and despite just how sensitive my body feels, I don’t mind the intensity of his movements. I welcome them with a heavy moan, and he pauses. His breath caught in his throat.
“Fuck me, please,” I tell him, and he pulls me down again, our breathing now in sync as he continues to move faster, and harder, and aimlessly.
I know this is meant to finish him off. I know that but it feels so good. The eager intensity of him filling me fully as he slams me down is enough to make me…
“Fuck... please come again… I can feel you.”
The fact that he can read my body as he does makes my stomach tighten.
I touch myself now, my hand snaking down my body and between my thighs.
I lean up slightly, angling my hips, and I can tell by the subtle gasp, and the part of his lips that he feels exactly what I do.
He slows only for a second, and then continues, now hitting the perfect spot inside of me, not just for him, but for me too.
He fucks me, but I’m still on top, one hand between my thighs, the other pressed next to his head.
His eyes aren’t leaving mine, and I feel like if I looked away the world might stop.
My lips part as heat spreads through me again, and I can see his entire body peppered with chills, his strong arms, and his taut chest.
“Bell... I’m gonna come again...” I breathe out, my words almost caught behind my lips. “Fuck... just like that... Please.”
I squeeze my eyes shut only for a second before opening them again.
My body bursts, every part of me shaking, and it takes everything in me to not let myself collapse on him.
He groans out, his fingers gripping my thighs, nails digging into my skin, and I whimper, feeling his cock pulse as he fills me fully once again.
He stops moving his body still inside of me, every inch of my skin sensitive.
He slides out, and his hands wrap around my lower back as I stay straddling him.
“You’re good? You’re okay?” He asks, his hands finding my face first.
He moves my hair out of my face, and his eyes are no longer dark and hazy but attentive. I hold up a thumbs up, still trying to catch my breath. My hand shakes a bit, my body still reeling from the feeling of him. He covers my hand fully and holds it tight.
“Can we move? Can I clean you up?” He asks, and my heart bursts just like my body did a few minutes ago.
I don’t know if heart orgasms are a thing, but if they are he’s good at those too.
“I’m okay...” I try to reassure him, and he sits up, my body still on him.
His hands haven’t left my skin. He doesn’t struggle one bit as he pushes himself up on the bed with me in his arms, my legs latched all the way around his naked body.
There’s still music playing outside of the bedroom, the chatter is not as prominent but we can both still hear it.
He walks us into his bathroom and sets me on the counter, bare ass and all.
I watch as he turns the water on in the shower.
He turns the heat on full blast and then turns back to me.
“Um... There’s some stuff in the drawer on the left that you can use if you didn’t bring anything... Makeup wipe things, and shower stuff. A toothbrush too.”
My stomach sinks at his words. All the good feelings slowly leave my body.
“Is it… Someone else's?” I ask the first question that pops into my head.
I’m not one to dance around the truth... At least most of the time.
“No. They’ve never been used before,” He seems a bit nervous as he talks to me now like he doesn’t want to tell me this at all.
“Bellamy, you're acting weird... Why is there stuff for me in the drawer?”
He sighs, “I wasn’t sure if you’d ever stay so I had Jade get stuff you might use if you did. That’s all. It’s new... It’s all for you. It wasn’t anyone else’s I promise.”
His eyes are on me now. The tension in my body leaves at his confession, my heart melting again. That’s thoughtful, especially considering he wasn’t sure if I would stay here. Now I feel bad I never got him a sleepover kit for my apartment. I’m not as thoughtful as he is. That’s incredibly blatant.
“Oh... Well, that’s very sweet of you, thank you Bell...” I tell him, moving down from the counter.
“You promise you’re okay after...” His voice trails off and I nod.
“I do. I’m fine... Why are you so nervous now?” I ask him.
“I’m not. I just don’t want you to change your mind…
and... I was wondering if you... If you were staying tonight?
You don’t have to of course, I just figured I’d ask just in case.
.. That way I could get you something to wear, or get ready so I could drive you home.
If you want me to. I just figured I’d ask,” He rambles, the confidence he just had completely gone now.
I smile and reach my arms forward. I hook them around his waist, pulling his body to mine. I look up at him, and he looks down at me. The comfort returns, his hands finding my face. I close my eyes, a close lipped smile spreading across my face as he holds my face, his thumbs grazing my cheeks.
“Do you want me to stay? Are you okay with that?” The question feels odd to ask.
I never stay after a hookup. I never let them stay either. I’m not really sure what this is, but I know it’s not that.