TWENTY-ONE
Brooke
I usually allowed myself to sleep until I woke naturally on Saturday mornings, but the morning after getting tipsy with Jocelyn, I woke up to her playing music in the kitchen.
I threw the covers back and got out of bed. Jocelyn sat at the kitchen table, staring at her own cup of coffee.
“Thanks for making coffee,” I said.
She lifted her head. “No problem. Thought it was the least I could do after getting you wasted last night. Dude my head is killing me.”
“Yeah well your music isn’t helping,” I said turning it down.
I walked back into my room and sent Austin a text message, apologizing for missing his call while I was drinking and asking if he minded me coming over. Almost immediate, he sent the address.
* * *
He answered the door wearing boxers and nothing else.
“You always walk around the house half-naked?” I teased.
“Come on in. I usually sleep in on Saturdays, but my phone woke me up.”
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
“Tell me about it.”
“Someone called and woke you up?”
“No, not exactly.” I glanced over at two guys on the couch yelling at each other. “Can we go to your room and talk?”
“Sure,” he said.
I followed him up a staircase.
“Is that Trey’s room?” I asked, nodding my head at a second door across the hall from the one he was opening.
“Yeah. Mine’s bigger. And better.”
I walked into his room, glancing around and trying to take it all in at once. A Radiohead poster on the wall above his headboard caught my eye, as did the fact his bed was made. Other than that, the room looked sparse.
“What?” he asked, closing the door.
“It’s bigger than my room but not as romantic.”
“We’ll just have to add some romance.”
He closed the gap between us, sliding his arms around me. The night with Jocelyn slipped from my mind as his hand squeezed my ass.
Our lips touched, briefly at first then as if the world were about to be demolished by an asteroid. He moved us toward the bed.
Time slowed and sped up simultaneously. I swooned as he stripped my clothes off while I did the same to him. Naked, we faced each other.
I stared into his eyes as his finger traced a path from my cheek to my neck to my left breast. His finger slipped lower, moving slower as it made trails over my stomach. I breathed in, holding the breath as his magic digit moved over my mound.
I leaned against his body and kissed him on the mouth. My hands roamed, touching, feeling and loving with every caress.
We moved to the bed without thinking about it consciously. Each time his skin touched mine, I thought I would lose my mind.
On my back, my legs spread, I waited for him to take me. He crawls between them, kissing my face and neck.
Instead of screwing me right away, his kisses move lower on my body. I closed my eyes and smiled as I felt his palm gently rubbing between my legs.
Blood flowed. Time slowed. He replaced his hand with his mouth, teasing me while occasionally peering up with this look of total devotion.
Nice and wet, I wanted him inside me. He sensed my needs and desires without me having to say a single word. His condom covered cock slipped inside me.
I opened my eyes and saw him looking into mine, his solid facial features locked in a combination of concentration and bliss.
As he slid in and out, he kissed me again. I would never tire of his lips, so soft and wet, always knowing where to go and what to do.
He reached under my knees and lifted my legs higher in the air, giving him better access, a new angle of entry. I moaned as he pounded faster.
“Austin…”
I loved the way his name sounded on my lips, and the way his face reacted when he heard it. Another kiss as our bodies move together, a single unit.
The world faded away. In that moment, only the growing desire between my legs mattered. He filled me completely, making everything else seem trivial.
Sounds from downstairs filtered through the floor, but I didn’t care. He slowed down, switching angles again. I ran my hands up his strong, oaken arms to his face.
Cradling his beautiful face, I made a wish for us to never part, to have this much pleasure every day for the rest of our lives. We would live together forever.
My chest rose and fell as my breaths came faster. I moved my hands down to his chest, loving the feel of his muscles as they moved, such a beautiful biological machine.
“I’m close,” he hissed urgently.
I rubbed my clit as he sped up his thrusts.
“Come for me, baby,” I cooed, coaxing him on.
He needed little help or more time. A minute later, he slowed his strokes, making each one deliberately and with a sense of urgency.
“Yes!” he shouted as his cock throbbed deep inside me.
The look on his face pushed me over the edge. My body shook as explosions of pleasure raced throughout my body, lighting up pleasure centers I never knew I had.
His thrusts slowed even further than stopped. Still inside me, he bent his head and kissed me again. I tasted the salty sweat on his lips as I wrapped my arms around his torso.
“I’m never letting you go,” I said.
He chuckled, still breathing heavy.
I let my arms drop to my side. As he pulled out, I felt as if I were losing a part of myself.
“Did you have plans for today?” he asked.
“This times ten? Maybe a pizza?”
He laughed.
“This is why I think I’m falling for you too.”
“Because I’m so good in bed?”
“That and your sense of humor.”
“You think I’m funny?”
He nodded. I took a deep breath, real life rushing back.
“I can’t wait until I graduate,” I said.
“You and me both.”
“But I wonder if all this hard work will pay off. Do you ever feel that way?”
“You have no idea, but we’ll be fine,” he said in a confident tone.
“You promise?”
“I do.”
He kissed me. The rest of the afternoon, we hung out together in the house he shared with the three other guys. At lunch, he took me to campus for a couple slices. On the way back, I talked him into a stroll through the park.
That night, I stayed in his room. We fell asleep nestled against each other like we had been together for years. My dreams comforted me, confirming my thoughts about Austin being the right man for me.