Elijah
Inviting Cat back to the house probably wasn’t the best idea I’d had. I’d told myself I would be a gentleman and take things slow, but after our interaction in the changing room at Ginnie Springs I was a fucking walking hard on. I had never been so turned on in my life.
So here we were, in my bed no less, as she lay curled up on her side, in the center, her hip cocked out, her ass arched back.
I was in hell.
Dark haired, pouty lips, and ass that won’t quit hell.
I was burning; I swore I had a fever.
“I can’t believe I’ve never watched this.” She regains my attention and for the first time in the last five minutes I wasn’t staring at her ass. “It’s addictive.”
“You must’ve been living under a rock if you haven’t seen Lost.”
“My television time is limited,” she said without looking away from the TV. “My mom is always watching sitcoms or reruns of stupid reality shows, and Carl, he prefers DVDs.”
She looked back over her shoulder when I didn’t respond. “He’s a perv, and I avoid the living room whenever he has control over what’s playing.”
I didn’t miss the uncomfortable look that flashed over her face before she tried to hide it.
“Are you telling me he watches porn?” She nodded, refocusing on Lost. “He sounds like a tool.”
“Yep.” She rolled over onto her stomach, propping up her head using her hands. “The most useless tool ever.”
“I take it the two of you don’t really get along.”
All I’m offered is a shake of her head.
I could hear noise outside in the hall and tried to just ignore it. Whatever the guys had gotten themselves into I knew I didn’t want any part in it. My door handle rattled and both Catherine and I looked toward it. Only nothing happened.
A few seconds later it rattled again, followed by the sound of someone snickering outside the door.
“You do know that whatever they’re doing out there, it can’t be good.”
I mulled over her words thinking she was right, but it was better they were doing it out there instead of in here. The longer I sat there, the harder it was to not know what the fuck they were up too. Cat was right, it couldn’t be good.
I climbed over her body, making sure she got a feel of me against her in the process. I’m a guy, and it’s what we do. I moved across the room, twisted the lock, and turned the handle only to have nothing happen. The harder I pulled, the louder whoever it was on the other side laughed.
“What the fuck, assholes?” I pounded on the door. “I’m not in here alone.”
“We know.” It was Clayton speaking. “You can thank us later.”
“Thank you for what?”
“Barricading you in with the kitty Cat.” I wanted to yell and argue, but I had to admit the idea of being locked in my room didn’t sound all that bad. They forgot I had a shared bathroom with Isaac’s room though.
Turning around, I noticed Cat was now sitting up on the bed, but she didn’t look worried. Instead she was smiling. “I told you they were up to no good.”
“They forgot one thing.” Quickly I moved through the bathroom and once I had the handle to Isaac’s room in my hand I jerked it and found the same resistance. “Motherfuckers.”
I heard a soft giggle behind me and I whipped around to come face to face with Cat. “You afraid of being trapped in here with me?”
“Nope,” I said without hesitation. “If you’re good with this then I won’t fight to get us out.”
“I don’t have to work until tomorrow night,” she said, backing up into my room once more. “So I’m good.”
Did I mention I loved when she was playful?
“I have a fridge, a bathroom, and a gorgeous girl, what else could I need?”
“I can’t think of a thing.”
She spun around and began to walk back toward my bed, wiggling her ass. As she climbed up onto my mattress, my eyes were once again glued to the roundness as she hiked it up. She did a cat crawl before slowly lying down on her stomach once more, looking back at me over her shoulder with that “come hither” look girls get when they’re trying to be all seductive. Only on her the shit actually fucking worked.
I wasted no further time reclaiming my space next to her. I curled my arm around her and pulled her body into mine. I buried my nose in her hair and breathed in a familiar scent of honey and something floral.
She turned just enough that I could see she was smiling, and something about that made my chest feel tight. I’d never enjoyed a girl’s happiness as much as I enjoyed hers. I wasn’t an asshole, I knew how to treat a lady. Aunt Meg would beat me to within an inch of my life if she thought I was showing a female anything but respect, but with Cat it was different. There was this constant urge to do whatever it took to make her smile, hear her laugh, and hell, even gain her sass.
“I thought we were watching this?”
“I’d rather watch you,” I replied quickly. “Besides, this is on Netflix and we can watch it anytime. Right now I feel like kissing you.”
“I don’t know.” She wrinkled up her nose. “I’ve kissed you so many times already, yet I’ve never seen this.”
“Are you telling me that I’m competing with Lost?” I didn’t give her a chance to argue before I began tickling her. She squealed with laughter and began to twist from side to side as if she thought she could wiggle away.
“Stop,” she practically screamed the word out as she continued to laugh. “Okay, you win.”
“I what?”
“You win, I would rather kiss you. Oh my god, stop,” she added, still twisting around like a fish trying to get free.
She was on her back, panting as if attempting to catch her breath and her legs were parted enough that my hips fit securely between them.
“You’re evil.” Her voice was breathy. “I hate being tickled.”
“I could see that.” I was slightly distracted by the way her breasts rose to press against my chest every time she took a breath. “It got you exactly where I wanted you though.”
“And where might that be?”
“In the perfect position to kiss you.” Before she could argue I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I’d meant for it to be a simple kiss but when she lifted her legs to wrap around my waist and used them to pull me in tighter, I deepened the kiss.
Her hands slid over my shoulders before going around to the back of my head and slowly pulling the rubber band from my hair. It fell free and she began to comb her fingers through it slowly.
“I love this,” she said while tugging just enough so I could feel the pull.
I loved it too, but I couldn’t pull away from her long enough to tell her that. I wanted more, I needed to have her mouth on mine, her tongue tangled with my own.
“You’re right,” she mumbled against my lips. “This is so much better than Lost.” I smiled with my lips pressed to hers and slid my hand along her side, my fingertips catching the edge of her shirt and skimming over her skin. Her back arched, her tits pressing even more firmly to my chest.
“Mmmm,” she moaned.
I rested my forehead to hers and we took a moment just breathing together. I closed my eyes tight and attempted to rein in my hormones. I didn’t want her to believe this was something I had planned, because it wasn’t. Now if I was asked to be truthful about my feelings of being trapped in a room with a gorgeous girl, I would have to say unquestionably I was not disappointed. In fact, this could most definitely be logged as a prank gone bad. This was a god damn gift.
“So I know I said I didn’t want to bring it up…” She paused for a moment and I lifted my head, wanting the chance to look her in the eyes.
“Bring what up?”
“Last night,” she whispered, “the dancing, the touching, even after.” Her cheeks reddened. “I wasn’t completely drunk, I do remember some things. I just thought I was dreaming them, but come to find out they were all real.”
“What exactly do you remember?”
“You kissing my neck.” As she says this I leaned in closer and did just that. “Your hands on my waist, sliding over my body.” Fuck, I could feel myself growing hard as she continued. The raspy way her voice carried made me fully aware that she was as turned on as I was. “I remember asking you to take me home with you.”
“I wanted to,” I confirmed. “It was one of the hardest things telling you that I thought we should save that for another night.” I had cursed myself for thirty minutes while I stroked myself in the shower wishing it was her instead.
“It’s another night.”
“That it is.”
“And we’re locked in here together.” She lifted her head just enough to press a kiss to my jaw before whispering in my ear. “I can think of so many things we could do with our time alone.”
That was one of those praying to the gods above moments. I think I thanked everyone I knew and even those I didn’t that I had been blessed with this moment. Fuck, I was performing an award-winning speech in my head.
“Or are you going to shoot me down again?”
She didn’t just taunt me and challenge me. She couldn’t have.
“If you would rather—”
I didn’t let her finish before I linked my fingers through hers and slid our hands above her head. I looked down at her, our lips hovering only inches apart and grinned.
“There’s something you need to know.”
“I already know.” I kept my eyes locked with hers and waited for her to continue. “I heard about the piercing.”
I chuckled because that wasn’t even close to what I was referring to, but I guess I should have suspected my dick and his jewels would have already been a subject shared among the guys and those they were around.
“I wasn’t talking about that, baby, but I guess that will eliminate the awkwardness when you see it later.”
Her cheeks reddened and I pushed my hardness against her, bringing her back to the moment. “What I wanted to tell you is that I never back down from a challenge.” Her mouth parted slightly. “I let the opportunity pass last night only because I didn’t want you waking up thinking I was the type of guy that would take advantage of a drunken girl. I wanted our first time together to be something we both remembered every detail of. But this time there is no way I’m letting it slip away.”
“Good,” she smiled, “because had you said no, I was fully prepared to take advantage of you.”
I chuckled and she reached up to fist my shirt, pulling me closer. “So don’t keep me waiting, I’m dying to know what it feels like.”
I knew she was talking about my jewel, but she’d have to wait just a little longer for that. I had every intention of stretching this out for as long as possible.