“Sure.” he replies. “Saturday still good?”
“Yup. Do you want to come to my place? My roommate will probably be there, but we can watch it in my room.” I bite my lower lip as I press “send”.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll stop by Redbox and surprise you.” he responds with a smiley face.
“I have Netflix.” I mention.
“I figured, but I’m still going to bring something over.”
“Ok, but no blood and guts!” I warn.
“I make no promises.”
When Saturday rolls around I spend the day making our apartment look like a cleaning lady lives there.
“Who’s coming over?” my roommate Sarah asks while helping me put away the dishes.
“Cory.” I say without making eye contact. “We were supposed to go out to see a movie, but mama is broke down.” I place the last coffee mug in the cabinet.
“So, Netflix and chill huh?” she grins putting away a couple of plates.
“Girl bye. It’s not like that.” I swat her with the dishtowel.
“But you want it to be!”
“Perhaps.” I reply, my face reddening.
Later, Cory texts me at seven to say he’s going to be a few minutes late. I shove a frozen pizza in the oven and down a glass of wine. I had spent an hour making myself look like I just threw on this cozy sweater and jeans, and my hair was always this bouncy and perfect on Saturdays.
The door to Sarah’s room is closed. Music is playing at a barely detectable volume. I wander from the bathroom to my bedroom making sure everything is in place. The smell of pizza is permeating the kitchen and living room when I hear a knock at the door.
My giddiness surfaces and I’m all giggles and hot skin when I open the door, Cory’s tall slender frame standing there with a six pack lights me up.
I throw my arms around him. “Come in! Thanks for coming over.”
“Well thanks for having me.” He walks through the door and sets the beer and his backpack down, taking off his shoes. “I rented the “Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse.”
“No you didn’t.” I glare at him.
“I did!” he says, digging through his backpack.
“Ok, you have to go home now.” I tease.
“Nope. We’re watching this.” he says, still rummaging.
“I don’t even think you brought a movie.” I laugh.
“I did! Its right here!” he whips out a plastic case from Redbox. “And it has nothing to do with zombies. It’s Crimson Peak.”
“Well that’s a relief. You can stay now.” I squeeze his shoulder, wanting to bite it.
After pleasantries, pizza serving, beer opening and wine pouring we’re in my room and I’m inserting the DVD into the disk drive on my laptop.
He gets settled onto my bed, our plates of pizza resting on his thigh, a beer between his knees. I push all the necessary buttons to play the movie. A preview starts as I join him.
“Fast forward? I ask as he hands me my plate.
“No, I like the previews.” he says, taking a bite.
“Me too, but just at the theater.”
“Well, you’re going to sit here and enjoy it.” he elbows me, his eyes glued to the screen.
I elbow him back and take a massive bite of pizza, a slice of pepperoni dropping from my mouth and landing on my sweater.
“Easy there.” he says.
“Hush. Watch your previews.” I pop the pepperoni in my mouth.
We finish dinner, taking sips of wine and beer intermittently. I felt myself relax as the alcohol infiltrates my limbs. Everything slows down and I feel like time is standing still. The feeling of wanting him is so strong I can hardly concentrate on what is playing on the screen.
Our thighs are barely touching. I’m holding my half empty wine glass on top of my leg, and he has his beer between his. I eye his profile, and tap his foot with mine.
He taps me back, our eyes still on the screen. I take a sip of wine. All of my senses are on alert. I’m aware of Sarah walking through the living room, the taste of berries and the dry finish of the wine on my tongue, the heat of Cory’s leg. Even the images on the screen seem sharper.
The wine is long gone and he’s finished his third beer when the movie ends. The crotch of my underwear is damp with arousal, and I’m no longer suppressing my giggles.
“Someone’s had too much to drink.” He squeezes my knee after I shut down the laptop.
I point to his empty beer bottle. “You’re one to talk.”
“Oh, I’m fine.”
I shake my head and turn to face him, sitting on my knees. I reach for his empty bottle, taking it from his hand and placing it next to my wine glass on the nightstand.
I brush his lips with a whisper of a kiss, our tongue tips touching just a little. I press both my hands into the tops of his thighs. I push my mouth to his harder, and he pushes back, his tongue exploring mine.
I climb on top of him, clasping his face as he wraps his arms around my waist. He rubs my back as I slide my palms across his upper back.
Cory slides his hand up the nape of my neck, and into my hair as I press my palms to his chest, noticing the hardened beads of his nipples and taut, compact pecs. I want to kiss and lick every inch of him. I feel I’ve been welcomed to a feast and I want a bite of everything.
I pull his shirt up and he takes it off. I touch his chest, savoring its softness. I want to look at him, kiss every inch of his gorgeous body and fuck him until I can’t move.
He removes my sweater and unhooks my bra. I toss them on the floor before he gathers my breasts in his hands. He sucks and licks my nipples until they stiffen. The air is cold against their dampness when he kisses my neck, pulling me closer.
I am intoxicated with wine, with him, with an avid desire to fill up on every second, every last bit of him like scraping the last few bits of food off of a plate and sucking the remnants off of the fork. I squeeze and grab him wanting to stuff this moment, the feeling of him into my pocket.
I take my jeans and underwear off. As I do so, he removes his. I kick the heap to floor and tangle my legs with his, feeling his erection against my thigh, his arms tightening around my waist.
“You feel so good.” he says into my hair while I slide my hands down the length of his back. I smile against his neck and kiss it.
“I’m obsessed with your shoulders.” I share, as I trace a line with the tip of my middle finger following the curve of his shoulder over to his collarbone.
I keep the line going across his chest to the bony structure of his sternum, my brimming admiration threatening to take me over like a tidal wave crashing onto a shore. I can barely handle his stunning beauty.
He pushes my hand to his cock and I take it, stroking his shaft as I kiss him. He slips his fingers between my legs and slips along my crevice, delicately spreading me open to play with my clit.
His palm rests against my pubic bone, lightly encircling the top of my clit and I want to come all over his fingers, but I’m too tipsy to do so. This takes the pressure off, enabling me to enjoy the feeling of him without expecting my body to perform in a certain way.
Cory pulls my hair too hard with his other hand and I tighten my grip on his cock in response. An animalistic part me surfaces and I keep my tight grip on him. I want him to be rough, to take me and fill me up.
He shoves two fingers into my mouth. I explore their brackishness, the toughness against the vulnerable softness of my lips. He pushes them in farther, touching the back of my tongue.
I squirm and he removes his fingers saying, “I want to taste you.” and pulls me on top of him, until I am situated over his face. He laps at me like he’s licking honey off of a spoon.
I press my hands to the wall and look at his face between my legs, his closed eyes, his nose pressed against my clit. I rest my forehead on my hands and close my eyes, slowly rocking my hips back and forth against his mouth.
He grabs my ass and pulls me so I’m sitting on his chest, hips pushed forward. He takes my hand and pushes it back so I get the idea he wants me to stroke his cock. I do so, supporting myself with my other palm. He places his hand on the middle of my chest making me lean back until I’m resting on his stomach, his cock still in my hand, his tongue stroking my wet, pink skin now splayed open for him.
When I let go of him, he stops licking and I prop myself up on my elbows before rolling over and climbing on to him, kissing his lips.
He pushes my shoulders signaling that he wants his dick sucked. I lick his nipples, press my hands into his sides, and dig into his ribs as I kiss my way down to his erection.
I envelop his shaft with my lips, taking as much of him as I can. I glide up and down, reveling in the feeling of my tongue against his lustrous cock.
I grip his protruding hip bones, wanting to fold myself into them. I lick him voraciously, noticing the deepening of his breathing and delighting at giving him pleasure. I focus my attention on the head for a bit, sucking on the tip, exploring his thick circumference.
I’m not there long before he pulls me up and climbs on top of me, gently pushing himself inside of me. He fucks me in a deliberate, methodical fashion until I can take all of him in and then he moves faster, his cock slippery with my arousal. I push back against him luxuriating in the sensation of being filled with him.
Cory lies on me, and I wrap my arms around his waist, grinding against him. I grab his ass and shove him into me harder.
He wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes. I dig my nails into his back and press my mouth to his chest. He sits up, looking at me fixed into place like an insect pinned to plywood. My eyes light up as he says he wants me to turn around.
We re-situate ourselves. I’m on all fours, legs spread wide as he spanks my ass before entering me. I push against him as he thrusts, shoving all of himself in and out of my tight opening.
His hand pushes through my hair and he pulls while he drills me taking my breath away. I collapse onto my stomach, my hips still raised for him, hands gripping the sheets as I open my legs a little more.
“I’m going to come.” he says.
He fills my body with his warm liquid. There’s nothing like the sensation of holding a part of someone inside my body. It touches a sensitive vulnerable place that can only be reached during orgasm.
I smile into the sheets as he extracts his cock from me. I feel my body tighten as he does so. I roll over onto my back and run my hand through his hair grinning at him with that freshly fucked glazed expression.
“I think next time we should skip the movie.” I say, pulling him to me feeling him smile against my mouth as I kiss him.