Chapter 24
Absolutely No Sex
“What the hell are you doing?” I manage to ask, greatly distracted by his defined chest and abs.
“Taking my shirt off. I’m taking advantage of this moment and we’re going to do a lot of kissing. I want to take off all my clothes, and yours too, so you should be grateful it’s only my shirt coming off.” He snaps his finger. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”
Regretfully, I pull my attention from his chest. “What… shit, never mind,” I say, losing track of what's going on. I try to focus on what I wanted to say before he took his shirt off, but the closer he gets, the foggier my thinking becomes.
When he finally closes the distance, he takes my face in his hands. “Stop thinking, Keegan.”
Well, that’s exactly what my problem is—I can’t think. I don’t get a chance to say that because his lips are on mine again, and the last of my thoughts are gone.
“Fuck I love your mouth,” he mutters as he lifts me and sits me on his desk.
My legs fall open and he wedges between them, pressing into me with his obvious arousal.
When he releases me, to begin kissing along my jaw, I try to lay down more rules. “Just so we’re clear, this is a one-night thing.”
“No, it’s not,” he says, now trailing kisses along my collarbone. When he gets to my bra strap, he pushes it down my shoulder.
“Yes, it is.” I do a full body shiver, betraying my words. I’m totally going to make this call, no matter how good that feels. “And no sex.”
He nods. “You’re right, we’re not having sex because you would get all whiny and clingy,” he says with a half-smile.
“Uh-huh, ’cause I’m the clingy type.”
He has no idea how untrue that statement is. My life, for the past several years, has revolved around my determination to never rely on another man again. I know I could find my dad, and guilt him into giving me money for college, but I refuse to take anything from him. I’ve had a couple casual hook-ups, but no serious relationship since high school. My career goals have also been influenced by my need to be independent. I’m going to be a single woman, traveling the world, saving lives… well, at least in my mind that’s how grand it will be.
Adrian sighs dramatically and looks at me like I’m a petulant child. “Can we stop talking and start kissing?”
“You need to understand how this works for me.”
His eyebrows go up, looking surprised. “You mean your parts work differently?”
Oh for Christ’s sake, can he ever be serious?
“Shut up,” I say, smacking his chest. “I mean, I don’t want some sweet, gushy, relationship. We can play this bizarre game of yours, pretending to like each other in public, and we can make out sometimes, but no sex, and no long term. This is fun for now, that’s all.”
I say this out loud as a reminder to myself too. They few guys I’ve had casual relationships with, in the past, are the kind of guys who have no interest in long term. I knew that going in because my plan has always been to get out first, before they can leave me. It’s easy to protect your heart when you know exactly how a relationship will end.
Adrian’s not my usual type, which makes him extremely dangerous. If I believe he wants more, I could start considering more, which never ends well for me. Now, I need to convince myself he’s only in this for fun so I can make my plans to leave him first, with my heart intact. Having sex with him would be counterproductive in convincing myself, I’m sure of that.
“Agreed, no sex… for now,” he says, trying to manipulate my words.
“No. No sex at all.” I emphasize the last two words. “We’re neighbors, and my friends like your friends, so it’d be awkward when this is over.” Then I remember I’m practically his hired help. “Plus, you’re paying me to be your girlfriend. If we have sex… well… that’s too close to prostitution for my comfort.”
He stares into my eyes, mouth in a firm line, looking like he wants to say something. After an uncomfortable few seconds, he says, “I’m fine with friends with benefits.”
“Wait, I didn’t say anything about friends, and whether or not I benefit, is still unknown.”
Adrian sighs. “If you’d stop talking you’d find out.”
I stopped talking, and I did find out…
***
Adrian
I take her mouth with mine, devouring and teasing every inch. My erection is incredibly painful, and I’m pretty sure my balls are gonna fall off if I don’t come soon.
Keegan can lay down her rules, and proclaim no sex, but there’s a helluva lot two people can do sexually, and not have sex.
I break the kiss and pull her shirt over her head, but my mouth is back on hers before she has a chance to protest. I take a small step back, at the same time pressing my hands against her back, urging her off the desk. When she’s standing, I reach down and begin to unbutton her jeans.
Keegan breaks the kiss. “I’m serious,” she says through ragged breaths, “no sex.”
I smile, loving how turned on she is right now. “Agreed, no sex,” I repeat.
I push her pants down past her ass and lift her, placing her back on the desk, desperate to taste her. Looking at her sitting on my desk, legs spread, I think how much I’m going to enjoy doing my homework on this desk after this. After I remove her jeans, I push back between her legs, spreading them wide again. With my mouth an inch from hers, I grasp her just below her bra and begin slowly rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.
Keegan moans, causing my balls to tighten more. As I begin rubbing himself against her, Keegan closes her eyes and reaches around, pulling me tighter against her. I drop my forehead onto hers, holding back the urge to drop my pants and slam into her.
When I feel her begin to rub harder against me, and her breathing pick up, I pull back. Keegan’s eyes fly open, and she looks pissed until I drop to my knees.
As I look up at her, pure desire blazing in her eyes, I now understand why a guy would give this and not expect to receive. Making her come, right here like this, is going to be hotter than any sex I’ve ever had.
I lean in, my mouth so close I can feel the heat radiating from her arousal. Maintaining eye contact, I ask, “You gonna watch.”
She draws in a few shallow breaths, then answers in a breathy whisper. “Hell yeah.”
I close my eyes, and mutter, “Christ,” worried I’m gonna come still wearing my pants.
Using one thumb, I pull her panties to the side and begin teasing her with my tongue, barely touching her wetness. Keegan groans, pressing herself forward, trying to get more contact. I smile, remembering her telling me all about teasing a girl. It’s ironic that I’m going to make her crazy by following her own directions.
After several minutes of torturing her, barely touching her, I slowly insert one finger. Her moan of pleasure and her hands in my hair lets me know I’m following directions well. It only takes that one finger, and a couple flicks of my tongue, to send her over the edge.
When I feel her tighten around my fingers, I decide I’ve found the greatest place on earth. Nothing, absolutely nothing, has ever felt this good. As much as I’d love to do that again, and much more, I know this is the perfect way to keep her wanting more.
I stand, wrap my arms around her quivering body, and kiss her with all the passion I feel.
When Keegan reaches down to unbutton my jeans, I step back and give her a mischievous smile. “That was fucking awesome,” I say and then turn to leave her, sitting on my desk in her bra and underwear, incredibly turned on. I’m pretty sure that if I pushed the topic right now, she’d break her no sex rule, on day one.
As I walk painfully to the shower, I can’t help but wonder who the hell I’ve become because walking away from that dreamland is nothing I would’ve ever done before. Now I can only hope it leaves her needing me as much as I’ve come to need her.