“Fuck. I never thought they’d leave. You should have just let me kick them out.” He mumbles against my skin.
“I was wishing that I did, right after you came in here.”
“I didn’t hear your answer to your mom’s question.” He says, taking me by surprise.
“What question?” I ask, hoping that he heard something different.
“About proposing.”
“Oh, yeah, well you know as well as I do that there're no plans for that soon.”
“Mmmmm.” He hums against my collarbone as his rough hand palms my breast.
“I propose.” He kisses my skin. “I propose that I fuck you, long and hard. Hard and soft. Soft and slow. To where your legs tremble, your heart palpitates and you forget your name while you are moaning mine. That’s what I want to propose right now.” His hand moves down my hip and cups my center. His fingertips tease my folds and he pushes one finger in, causing my back to arch off the bed, and a breath to escape from my lips.
He adds another finger and moves in and out as my hips move with his rhythm. I inhale and let out a strangled moan as the palm of his hand rubs against my clit.
“Fuck!” he hisses. “Baby, you’re driving me crazy with how wet you are. My cock is aching for you right now.”
I roam my free hand down the planes of his chest. And rotating my wrist to grab him. He wasn’t kidding, he is hard and his dick is pointing at me, zeroing in on what it wants, me.
I push his shoulder so he’s lying on his back, I push up to my knees, and sit astride him. I grab his dick again and stroke him a few times before lifting and pulling the panel of my panties aside. I line him up and slowly sink down on him, inch by delicious inch.
He’s stopped breathing, his eyes are wide, concentrated on where we’re joined and his fingertips are gripping the top of my thighs. When I’m fully seated, I begin to move and his wide eyes come to mine.
He halts me and with a strangled breath says. “Don’t move.”
He nods his head and evens out his breathing as I start to move on top of him. I lift as his hips thrust up. He grunts, squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. My hands are on his chest, my fingertips grazing over his skin. I lean down and continue to lift up and down on him, and brush my lips against his. He moans loudly when our lips touch and his fist comes up to my hair as he ruthlessly kisses me. We’re lost in the movement of our bodies, in the fierceness of our kisses when climax hits us both. A blinding light, a multitude of colors erupting as I feel euphoric and pure happiness. Dean’s hips push and hold as he moans into my mouth. My body feels heavy, yet sated.
I don’t want to move, but I know that since we didn’t use a condom that it would be wise to clean up. I lean down, my head nestled on Dean’s shoulder. His hands slowly lift me off of him and slides out of the bed. He puts on a pair of sweats as I drape the comforter over me.
Dean exits the room and returns a moment later with a washcloth.
I hold my hand out to accept when he shakes his head. “Let me.” He insists on sitting on the bed and lifting the covers as he takes his time.
This is intimate. I wasn’t expecting this. This is making me have more feelings for him than I was expecting.
Could I fall in love with Dean? Am I already in love with him?
He looks at me, smiles, and then retreats with the towel.
When he crawls back into bed, he pulls me again to him, kisses my shoulder and sighs.
“That was the first time for me, you know.” He whispers.
“Um?” What?
“I’ve never had sex without protection. I’m clean and all. But holy shit, that was amazing.”
“I’m clean too.” I confirm for him.
“I should be embarrassed, that was the quickest sex I’ve ever had.”
“Well, we’ll just need to practice more so we can last longer.” I tease.
“Challenge accepted.”
Chapter Eight
Dean
The air is crisp, yet I’m burning up. Stadium lights are bright and we’ve been playing for almost four quarters. The offense is up and I’m standing on the sidelines watching my teammates.
The center snaps the ball to the quarterback; the guards prepare to throttle off our opponents while both sides of the tackles are fending off players. There’s a lot of crunching when players smash into another, groans as the QB runs through the original line of scrimmage and past the safeties on the other team. I watch our QB run past all the hash marks into the end zone and celebrate by spiking the ball and it going into the stands towards the outstretched hands.
The game is over and all the players are rushing the field to celebrate with the rest of our teammates. The crowd is screaming in excitement and all I can think about is getting home to Kaley. Her parents are leaving on Sunday, so we only have a few more moments with them.
I think that she and I are solid and will continue this thing going on between us. We haven’t fully discussed our sleeping arrangements once they leave, or anything else that could happen, and I plan to remedy that tonight once they all leave.
I’m showered and heading to my car in the student lot when I see my sister walking towards me.
“Hey D!” she hollers as soon as she closer.
“Hey D!” I say back.
“So, supposedly, you are dating someone.”
“Oh yeah?” Shit, I don’t think it even came to mind telling Denise about Kaley and I. It’s not like we’ve hidden our relationship when we’ve seen another on campus.
“Yeah. You know, she’s got long blonde hair, grayish-blue eyes, lives at the same address as you. You know, Kaley. My best friend, your roommate?”
“Yeah, I didn’t mention that we kind of started something?” I play it off.
“No, you didn’t mention this. Neither has she. Some rando saw you guys canoodling on campus the other day and started gushing about how cute of a couple you two are.”
“Canoodling?” I laugh. “Who the hell are you talking to that they say canoodling? That’s the shit that grandma says.”
“So, were either of you guys planning on telling me?” She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts.
“Nothing to tell. We’re dating.” I shrug.
“And living together.”
“And living together.” I confirm.
“Well?” she spreads her arms in front of her.
“Need a ride?” I ask. “I’ll tell you all about it in the car's warmth. My balls are crawling up into my body and I need the heater.”
“Gross. I don’t need to hear about your anatomy.” She says walking over to the passenger side of my car and waiting for me to unlock the doors.
We get inside, and as I start up the car, she turns to me.
“I’m not getting any younger you know.”
“Take a chill pill, would ya?”
I drive over to the other parking lot where my sister parks her car and after driving around for a few minutes, locate it and park next to it. I keep the engine running so the heater stays on and turn in my seat.
I tell Denise the entire story, how Kaley approached the idea to how we actually became a couple. I included my sleeping naked and accidentally spooning her but left out all the sexy details. I tell her about Maddie overhearing our conversation, that enormous cloud hanging over our heads, and then I confide in her about how I don’t know what will happen when her family leaves.