LIZ
Am I going to do this?
I want to do this.
Hell, I guess I’ve already done it, I can’t believe I have a sex buddy. ME! Liz doesn’t do sex buddies or hookups. Liz does love and passion, with heartstrings and future dreams. Well, Old Liz does heartstrings with future dreams. New and improved Liz leads life, instead of tripping over it. If New Liz wants cake, I’ll get cake. If New Liz wants to get wasted, I’ll get wasted. If New Liz wants to hook up with the sexy stripper I have crazy chemistry with, I’ll do that too. I think I’m beginning to really love the New Liz.
Chris seemed pretty nervous to propose the ‘No falling’ code. I wanted to tell him that should be the least of his worries. I’m already in love with Sean. I hope, when this is all over, I’ll be left with a sprinkle of Old Liz and a heap of the new one. Sean loved me as I was, and I believe he still does. Even though he’s intense and kind of a know-it-all, I think he may appreciate a more opinionated and secure me.
Back at the house, everyone is buzzing around as more people show up to celebrate with Paul. It really is a big deal, it’s like one of them has crossed over from the stripper world to the real world or, the way Nard put it in his toast, “From the world of easy money to the world of hard money.” I guess stripping probably is easy money, and punching a clock every day would be harder. Either way, that joker is already drunk and it’s only 8:30 p.m.
Chris wasn’t lying, these guys party hard. I wish Ros was here, she would enjoy this.
Grabbing my purse, I fish my phone out for the first time since I’ve been with Chris and plug it into the charger. Chris and I are back on our ‘almost code breaking’ couch, watching the party form around us. We were watching a movie, but watching these guys get drunk and paw all over these girls is much more entertaining.
The ladies seem so smitten by them; I mean, don’t get me wrong, they all are sexy, but in very different ways. JJ, who looks to be either Colombian or Mexican, is such a cocky asshole it’s kind of alluring, he has this sexy vibe about him. Paul has this ‘I’ve just rolled out of bed’ blond hair with the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s so serious, but bold, it makes your panties just melt away. Nard is huge, like, looks like his mom fed him protein powder in his sippy cup, huge. He has the biggest brown eyes, and dark chocolate skin, paired with the bald head makes me want to call him Milk Dud. He is hard to miss, his look demands attention and, even though he always has a woman attached to him, he’s actually really sweet, also like a Milk Dud. All the guys are pretty sweet, maybe I should give them all candy nicknames, haha.
“Chris, get over here and drink with us! Liz, bring your sexy ass too!” Paul yells from the bar in the kitchen.
“Eh, I think I’m taking it easy tonight. I’ll have maybe one, two at the most, still a little hung over,” I say. Chris nods and walks over to the bar.
I’m not sure if I could’ve chosen a better guy to do this with. I don’t know how long it will last, but I feel it’s worth it. Chris has this uncanny way of pulling me directly into his world. This is something that even Sean couldn’t do. I don’t know if it’s the newness of it all, the chemistry Chris and I have, or if it’s just Chris’ personality in general, but it feels like insanity. Like anything could happen. I could do things, be things, I normally wouldn’t.
Chris returns with a shot of Vodka for me and a beer for himself, and we settle back on the couch under the blanket. He shoots me a look as he slides in next to me. Up until the room began to fill, and it was just us and the movie, I was lying back between his legs; he quickly realized this gave him easy access and took advantage. The asshole’s hands were everywhere and, when his lips weren't on my neck, he was saying the most filthy, amazing, things in my ear.
"I’m so fucking hard."
Or...
"You’re going to feel amazing."
That drives me crazy. I get why he’s wanting to slow things down between us, it’s sweet and it just shows more of his character, but screw that, my mind is made up. I want him. I can’t deny this little game we’ve been playing is pretty hot, though.
I take my shot then reach over and turn my phone on. Ros texted me earlier to check in and let me know how great the spa was. I text her a response and move over to my voicemail, where I listen to my mother complain for five minutes; her weekly woes of being an old lady. I love my mother, but she makes sewing my dad a shirt sound as stressful as defusing a bomb. Paul grabs Chris again, dragging him back to the bar for a few shots before they leave. I sneak off to the bathroom. As soon as I make it into Chris’ room, my phone starts to ring. Sean Calling is the screen I’m facing.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Liz, what’s up?”
“Uh, not much. Everything okay?” I say, a slight panic beginning to build in my chest.
“Yeah, you crossed my mind, so I figured I’d give you a call.”
“Okay?” I say, and I find myself leaning against Chris’ dresser.
“Yeah, sounds like you’re out with the girls. Having fun?”
“No.”
“You’re not having fun?”
“No, I mean, I’m not out with the girls. I’m out with a guy.”
“Oh, my fault… I’ll let you go, ” he says and immediately ends the call.
I pause.
Everything goes on pause.
I stop moving, and I hear my heart beating in my ears.
Sean, I can’t believe he actually called. Oh, God! What if he was about to ask to meet up when he thought I was out with the girls? What if I just fucked everything with us up by telling him I’m out with a guy?
I begin to experience a sinking feeling, and I dart into Chris’ bathroom and lock the door behind me.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I pace the floor.
Maybe I should call him back to see what he wanted?
I drop down to the edge of Chris’ garden tub and take long deep breaths to calm myself.
C’mon, girl, New Liz… get it together. Be cool.
I pull out my phone and text Sean.
ME: Hey, so did you want something.
SEAN: Are you going to be busy tomorrow?
ME: No, why?
SEAN: I thought we could catch up a bit.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
ME: Okay. What did you have in mind?
SEAN: Figured I could stop by.
ME: Sounds cool. I should be home around 8.
SEAN: Cool, see you tomorrow.
I lock eyes with my reflection.
Breathe, Liz… fucking BREATHE! This can mean anything, he might just want to catch up as friends. He might still feel bad for hurting me and is trying to make up for it.
I have trouble slowing my racing heart and burying my excitement. Chris’ faucet screeches as I turn it on and splash cold water on my face.
“Red, you in there?” I hear Chris call from outside the door as I’m drying my face off.
“Yep, here I come,” I say, smoothly, then take one last calming deep breath and open the door.
He chuckles.
“Sexy, you missed it, it was hilarious, the girl Nard is with…”
I smile at him and laugh at the appropriate times, staring him right in the face, but I have no fucking idea what he’s saying. All I hear is my breathing and the beat of my heart.
No, No, NO! Keep it together.
After Chris finishes his story about… whatever… and we are walking back toward the kitchen, I lean over and kiss his cheek.
“I’m going to get a drink,” I say with a smile. He nods.
“Aye, ‘bout time you come to the party, Liz!” JJ says, smiling with glazed over eyes.
I take a seat at the bar and pour myself a double shot of vodka and immediately drink it back. Liking the burn, I pour myself another as the people around me chatter, dance, and laugh, enjoying each other. Looking behind me, I lock eyes with Chris and nod him over.
“Changed your mind about drinking?” He smiles.
It’s hard not to smile when he’s smiling—it’s contagious—and his smile always shows in his eyes.
I shrug, attempting to downplay my hasty decision. I don’t want to clue him into my mood change, but I knew the moment I left the bathroom that I would need a drink.
Chris and I have two more drinks at the bar and then “Stanky Legg” by GS Boyz blasts through the speakers.
“Oooo c’mon, Chris, you have to remember this old dance!” I exclaim.
“No,” he says, laughing at my excitement.
“Let’s show him how to do it,” Nard says, from the other side of the bar.
We stand next to each other laughing and showing Chris the proper way to do the “Stanky Leg”; laughing, Chris gets up and does it with us. Chris and I end up dancing to a few more songs as the party thins. I turn and wrap my arms around his shoulders as we sway to a slow song. He smiles, leans in, and kisses me, pulling me back into his world, and the pain and panic of Sean numbs immediately.
Chris and liquor…Liquor and Chris. Chris fixes pain, Sean is pain.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I laugh, scrunching my nose at him after a few minutes.
I look around and realize that everyone has left and now it’s just us and the music.
“What?” he says with a grin.
“It smells like you took a bath in beer. Uh, I hate the smell of beer.”
“That damn girl, I told you Nard’s girl went all crazy, I guess I didn’t get it all off when it splattered.”
I wrinkle my nose at him and shake my head.
“Okay… Okay… I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be back,” he says, smiling.
Watching him walk away, I get an idea. I let about three minutes go by then I wait in his bedroom and listen for his shower door to close.
Steam.
The good thing about all those jets in his shower, besides the fact that they feel amazing, is that they are also pretty loud. Nerves war with my insides as I devise a plan.
I think I know how to break him, and I better do it now before I lose my nerve. With all the messing around we’ve been doing today, he’s always been the one to pull away first, but I can’t say it’s something I did. He has always been the one in control, it’s time for a power shift.
Hints of steam dance throughout the room as I make my way to the bathtub.
I hate that Sean has the power to make me feel like shit at any moment. I want my feelings to be on my terms, and I know allowing myself something I really want, but would normally talk myself out of, is moving my headspace in the right direction. Right now, I want Chris. I want to totally lose myself in him. Everything he says, every time he touches me, I become completely undone, and I’m tired of waiting.
Quickly I peel off my clothes and hop into his oversized garden tub. The tub sits in a nook, and once I'm in the tub, I'll be completely out of view until he steps out of the shower. The warm water swooshes around my body as I lay back trying to look as sexy as possible. I’m still not sure if I’m doing this right. The water gets a little above my belly button before I hear the shower cut off. Chris steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist then turns around abruptly when he hears the bath running.
It takes him a second to speak, he just stares. I watch the transformation in his eyes move from the guy I’ve known all day, to a guy I don’t recognize. My heart sprints because I know I’m about to see another side of him. With the look he’s giving me, I know I just won—he’s breaking.
“Fuck,” he groans. “What are you doing in there, sexy?”
“Waiting for you.”
He raises a brow. “If I get in that tub with you, you won’t be getting out the same.”
“You promise?”
His smile fades as he approaches; his eyes are dark and hungry. They trail slowly over my naked body, as if he’s trying to memorize everything he sees, and then he bites his lip and drops his towel. My breath hitches when I see all of him, and when I say all, I mean all.
Chris isn’t even in the tub all the way before our lips meet. Our kiss is greedy as all of our control breaks, his hands needy as he pulls me on his lap and leans back into the tub. Splashing sounds echo around us as we move in the water. I don’t know how much time passes before he leans forward and turns the water off, but I feel it just below my breasts. He’s hard and presses deliciously between us, and he holds me tight against him while trailing wet kisses down my neck.
I moan as I slide my body against his. Groaning, he rests his head against the tub and looks at me through a hooded gaze.
I watch the water drip down his chest, moving in and out of the grooves of his muscles, and I get the urge to lick him dry. Chris squeezes my ass with one hand and teases my nipple with the other, as I kiss across his chest. A slow burn begins between my legs, and my body aches for him.
Slowly, I make my way to his lips again and I feel his fingers inch down my body. Almost as if he’s read my mind and moving to touch me where I’ve needed him all day. He reaches between us and rubs one finger against me, not exactly putting pressure where I want it. My pulse races as I rise up out of the water and press down on his hand, desperately needing relief. He smiles against my lips.
“Looking for something?” he says in a deep voice.
Before I can respond, I feel an amazing pressure as he slides two fingers inside of me and presses his thumb onto the spot that sends me soaring. I swear to shit, I almost come apart right there. I moan out loud, throwing my head back, and squeezing his biceps. He continues to work his hand inside of me while torturing me with his thumb. I look down, and the look on his face is captivating as he watches what he’s doing to me.
“First, I’m going to make you come like this, then I’ll let you see what it’s like when I don’t hold back,” he says.
I can’t concentrate; I can’t breathe when he’s touching me like this. His eyes are glued to me and, as much as I want to hold his gaze, I can’t. Him watching me so intently makes me feel incredibly sexy, and it doesn’t take long before his rhythm takes me over.
White hot pleasure builds below my core, and delicious shudders play on my spine. Pleasure continues to build until it bursts through every muscle of my body. I moan and cry out his name, bucking wildly against his hand, losing my balance and falling forward onto his chest.
As soon as I make contact with his chest, his lips are on my neck and my chest heaves. He trails kisses down while leaning me backward, landing on my nipples and he teases them with his tongue.
This is just too much. I’m barely down from one orgasm, and he’s going to give me another.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he groans. Making a loud popping sound as he pulls away from one of my breasts and slides me against his erection. I fight to control my breathing as he continues to flood me with sensations.
Reaching between us, I slide my hand around his hard-on, and he grows even harder and curses. We kiss sloppily as I continue to stroke him, and it isn’t long before both of us are panting.
Suddenly, I feel him shift his entire weight forward in one swift motion, grabbing me by the waist and standing up. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips as he kisses me hard and carries me out of the tub. I hear him open and close a drawer, then I feel my back against something cold, I don’t know if it’s a door or a wall; all I know is Chris. We’re both wet and slippery, our bodies glistening with the water. He looks fucking amazing right now. Chris pulls away from me just long enough to slide a condom on.
I smile playfully at him when I see it. “Are you finally done torturing me? Are we at the sex part?”
“No, we’re at the fucking part. I don’t do sex.” He leans in and sucks my bottom lip. “Are you ready, sexy?”
I lean forward and stick my tongue in his mouth as he slides inside of me.
We both groan and he holds me still, allowing my body time to adjust.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yes.”
With that declaration, he grabs my hips and begins to pound into me, slow at first, then hard and fast. Raw, loud, wet sounds, echo through the bathroom as he continues to stretch me out with his thickness. I'm saying nothing and everything at the same time, my voice unrecognizable as I moan and scream his name.
"Fuck, Red…” he moans deep and throaty.
Up until this moment, I’ve never known the difference between sex and fucking. I have had sex before, but this, I have never experienced.
He curses.
I moan.
He pounds.
I scream his name again and again… And again. I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop; I want him to know I’m so lost on this ride that it’s the only word I remember.
I feel my body open for him more as I nearly climb up the wall-door.
“Where you going, sexy?” he says in a gravelly tone, smiles, then slams me back down on him.
“MMMMMM,” I respond.
“Is this,” he slams, “too much?”
My eyes are closed, but I know he’s looking at me.
“Oh god….NO…” I moan.
Chris leans in and kisses me, and I immediately open my mouth accepting his tongue, returning the kiss passionately. My inner muscles squeeze him and, after a few seconds, he removes his mouth, places his forehead against mine, and pushes deep into me again.
“Good. Red, you feel so fucking good,” he groans again and quickens his pace.
My orgasm hits me without warning, and I cry out, digging my nails into his back, holding on for dear life.
He grunts then changes his stroke and starts bouncing me up and down on him. My head is still spinning, and my body is still throbbing with my orgasm when I feel him push himself deep inside me and start to walk. My body shakes as I hang on to him. The waves of my orgasm begin to slow, and I feel my body being lowered onto something soft. Chris never pulls out of me; instead, the moment my body hits the bed, he grabs both of my legs and pulls them straight up and pulls out a little, then pushes into me deeper. At this angle, he presses into me so perfectly that it isn’t long before I’m shattering for him again.
He slams into me hard a few more times, then his whole body stiffens and he lets out a long, satisfied groan.
Finally, he collapses on top of me, both of us covered in sweat.
“Fuck, Red,” he says, breathily, smiling but shaking his head.
That was incredible. Fucking perfect and I know just what he means.
“I know,” I say, chest heaving, returning his smile.
He rolls over, and we lay in silence for a few minutes catching our breaths.
“Well, at least we know what we missed out on the other night,” I say after a beat, rolling on my side, noticing my legs are a bit shaky.
“Yeah, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
I laugh. He leans in and kisses me, we pull apart and then kiss again. I find my hand rubbing his chest as he as watches. Heat rises in my stomach, and he leans in and teases my lips with his. I feel like I’m in fucking heat, but before we get lost again, I break the kiss.
“Gotta pee,” I say, peeling myself away from him, attempting to stand on very unsteady legs.
I feel so spent but invigorated at the same time. I expected him to be great, but that was… God, I don’t know.
I grab my overnight bag from the bathroom floor and get another bright idea; the first one worked out well, so why not. I slide my perky c-cup into a black lacy bra and grab an all-black pair of boy shorts to match. Chris is still lying in the bed, completely naked and looking at the ceiling when I emerge from the bathroom in my underwear.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“You like?” I flirt, doing a spin, showing off the goods.
“Mmmm… yeah,” he growls, licking his lips, then looks down at his already growing erection, then back up at me.
“Bring ya ass over here, sexy,” he demands.
I smile at him, and he pounces.