Sex Snob (28 page)

“
Mmm,” I groaned into his mouth, “my thoughts exactly.”

***

After we managed to pull ourselves apart, Shane yelled, “Class dismissed” and slid into my car beside me. “My place?” he asked with a deep rasp to his already sultry voice. “It’s closer.” His breath tickled my neck as he spoke against it between nibbles of my flesh. Then he traced a hand up the inside of my thigh as he worked his way underneath my shorts.

“I already broke Rule Number 3.
Let’s just screw in the parking lot,” I said, only half-kidding.

“
Mmm, that
would
be easy since you have no underwear on,” he panted as he discovered my bareness when his fingers gently teased my entrance. “My place,” he repeated. “Drive quickly, but be careful. The weather’s bad.” The combination of his urgency and protectiveness only made him hotter. Good thing my shorts were already wet from the rain. It made the slippery arousal between my thighs less noticeable. “Do you have any idea what I’ve thought of doing to you for the past few weeks?”

Um, yeah.
Probably the same things
I’ve
pictured you doing to me for the past few weeks.
But I
still wanted to hear it. “No. Tell me.” God, this was so fucking hot: Shane talking dirty to me in the passenger's seat while I drove at a high rate of speed. Okay, maybe that last part wasn't all that out of the ordinary, but usually I don’t have a hot guy’s fingers threatening to invade me with every brush against my skin.

“I’ve imagined my tongue licking down the length of your body,” he said as his soft lips sent shivers against my neck.
Moving my hair out of the way, I stretched my head to the side to give him better access. “I’ve pictured myself pulling on your hard nipples.” My insides clenched at his words as his fingers slid up my shirt and under my bra. “Like this,” he said, tugging on the hard peaks. I flexed my hips upward at his touch, my clit silently begging for his attention again. “I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about making you come with my mouth . . . with my fingers,” he said as he moved his hand under my shorts again and slid one finger deep inside me, stroking my front wall with his fingertip.

“Oh God, Shane,” I moaned.
He had never said anything like this before. Never been so sexually forward with me. But our relationship was certainly different now.
I could definitely get used to this
.

“And I couldn’t stop myself from getting this hard when I thought of you.”
Shane took my hand and placed it on his dick, which was bulging against his boxer briefs and mesh shorts. I thought briefly about pulling off to the shoulder and dry fucking him on the side of the road, but I somehow managed to resist. Instead, I slid my hand lightly up and down his length, not wanting to get him too close to climax. “I did that to myself so many times,” he groaned against my neck, “pretending it was you. Mmm . . . God, what I would’ve given to be inside you then, to feel you around me when I came.”

I pulled into his driveway just in time because his words had almost been my undoing.
“I want that, too. God, Shane, you have no idea.”

Quickly, we exited the car.
Shane fiddled with his keys while I stared conspicuously at the outline of his hard cock against his shorts. When the door opened, he motioned me through, and I received a hard smack on the ass. “I want you on my bed. Naked. Now.” For once, I had nothing smart to say back to his demand. Because, well frankly, I wanted that too.

The next few moments filled me with anticipation as we ascended the stairs, but for the first time the anticipation didn’t feel solely sexual.
I anticipated the feelings that I would finally allow myself to experience with this man. I welcomed them. When we entered his room, Shane spun me roughly to face him and slid my T-shirt over my head, kissing down my stomach to slip my shorts off with one hand.

He remained kneeling in front of me, and I pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor beside us
before reaching up and unclasping my bra. I gazed down at the top of his head and ran my fingers eagerly through his messy, damp hair. I could feel the slickness working its way down my thighs as Shane massaged my clit with his thumb and
his fingers toyed at my entrance. His slow, teasing strokes made me ache for his mouth to finish what his hand had started. As if responding to my thoughts, Shane kissed up from the inside of my knee slowly until his lips gave me the stimulation I craved. “Jesus, Shane,” I said with a heavy breath. “Mmm, you have no idea how good this feels.”

His response was a low groan against my throbbing clit as he guided his smooth wet tongue inside me.
With soft, gentle licks, he brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and I pressed his head against me, watching him move back and forth eagerly as he hummed into me. His movements grew quicker at my heated response until two fingers plunged deep inside and pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t help but call out his name in labored breaths as my legs nearly buckled beneath me.

His
welcome assault slowed gradually as my orgasm tapered off around his fingers and soft tongue. With gentle kisses, he made his way up my stomach and breasts until his mouth found mine again, and he crashed against me onto the bed. He shimmied frantically out of his shorts and boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free. For a few moments, he ground against my entrance, working me quickly toward another orgasm. And after weeks of imagining it, my tongue finally traced along the thick tribal design on his skin. I wanted to beg him to push himself roughly inside me, to feel him fill me both physically and emotionally as we rocked our bodies in time with one another. Unable to wait any longer, I guided his tip to where I needed it most, but he paused almost immediately, probably knowing that if he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “Let me get a condom,” he whispered.

 
I couldn’t get enough of him, and I didn’t want to wait one more second to feel the connection I’d been waiting so long to feel. “You don’t need one,” I assured him as I arched my back and thrust my hips toward his. And he didn’t need one. I’d been on the pill for years. And more importantly, I trusted him. At my words, Shane thrust himself deep inside me.

And there it was: the feeling that had been lacking inside me for so long.
The feeling of being completely connected to someone. Being one with them.

“Shane,” I whispered against his swollen lips as he kissed me softly, one firm hand resting on my
hips and the other gently cradling my chin. “I want this to last.”

His deep blue eyes met mine, and the true meaning of my words sunk in with his reply.
“It will,” he spoke softly as his hand swept delicately across my face. “I promise . . . it’ll last.”

Epilogue
TWO MONTHS LATER

As I climbed the stairs to my apartment, I couldn’t
shake the anxious feeling I had. I had spent extra time at work, trying to immerse myself in correcting papers and lesson planning to get my mind off seeing him. But when that didn’t work, I went to the gym to blow off some steam. He said he had “things” he needed to talk about. What kind of things could he possibly need to say tonight that he couldn’t have said over the past four months? I was nervous to find out.

Unlocking
the door, I walked tiredly into my apartment. Amanda and Shane’s bickering voices carried from the kitchen, so I started in that direction. I leaned against the door jam, listening to their latest squabble without them realizing I was there.

“Why are you making that?” Shane asked Amanda with
disgust lacing his words.

“What do you mean?”

“I already made us popcorn. Why are you making more?”

Amanda let out a short laugh, “You think I'm eating that crap?”

Shane looked down at his bowl of popcorn, and then back at Amanda, wide-eyed, “Wait, you’re calling my popcorn crap? Mine’s organic. Yours is dipped in carcinogens and rolled in empty calories.”

“Oh, Shane, get real.
All popcorn is organic. It’s from
corn
. And
corn
is a
vegetable
.” Amanda spoke slowly, overly enunciating the words she thought furthered her argument.

“There is nothing organic about movie theater butter,” Shane protested vehemently.

Amanda sighed, “Do you really think you’re going to win this?”

Shane looked flustered. It was really kind of dramatic.
I mean, it was
popcorn
. Get over it, live to fight another day.

“Are you going to be this difficult to deal with forever?”
he finally asked her after a long pause, during which he probably considered the best course of action that wouldn’t involve bloodshed.

Amanda lifted her index finger to her mouth, as though she were pondering this question very carefully.
“Yes,” she finally blurted out.

“Awesome,” Shane muttered dryly as he turned toward the doorway and caught sight of me.
“Oh, hey, Lily. I thought you were going out tonight.”

I narrowed my eyes at Shane a little, trying to read what was w
rong with him. He seemed . . . tense. “Nice to see you, too, asshole,” I joked.

“I didn’t mean it like
that
. I’m just surprised to see you is all.”

Now he was acting too casual.
Something was definitely up. “I ended up going to the gym so I decided to stop home and change my clothes first. I’ll be out of here soon.”

“Ignore him, Lily.
He’s in a snit because I won’t eat his hippie popcorn,” Amanda explained.

“How exactly does popcorn become a hippie?” Shane countered.

I left them to their great popcorn debate, and walked into the bathroom to shower.

Twenty-
five minutes later, I exited my room wearing a pair of dark-rinse skinny jeans and a black boat neck sweater that hugged my thin frame. It was the fourth outfit I had tried on in my quest to capture the right “look.” I wanted to be casual, but appealing. I tried to convince myself that I wanted to look appealing just because that’s what all women want. It had nothing to do with the man I was on my way to see. A man who would definitely appreciate the way this tight sweater cupped my ample breasts.
Nope, not thinking about that at all.

I entered the living room to find Amanda and Shane on the couch.

“Shane, if you don’t give me my popcorn, I’m going to cut you,” Amanda threatened.

“Just try mine,” Shane nearly begged, sounding a little like a whiny
four-year-old.

Jesus Christ, are they still on this shit?
Shane had stolen Amanda’s bowl of popcorn and handed her his instead.

“If I wanted yours, I wouldn’t have made my own.
Now give it back,” Amanda snarled.

“Oh, you want this popcorn?” Shane taunted as he held her bowl away from her.
“Too bad.” And with that, he tossed her popcorn all over the floor beside the couch.

I watched the kernels spew everywhere, not believing he had actually just done that.
Though, there was one thing I did believe: he was going to clean that mess up or I was going to help Amanda bury his body.

Amanda gaped at him, a smile slightly turning up the corners of her mouth before she pushed it back down.
“You realize that two can play at this game, right?” she asked as she lifted his bowl of popcorn from her lap.

“Wait, wait,” Shane yelled.
“Just try mine. If you finish that entire bowl and still honestly don’t like it, then I’ll never lecture you about what you eat again.

Amanda eyed him suspiciously.
“Never?”

“Never,” Shane agreed.

“Deal,” Amanda said as she shoveled some of Shane’s organic popcorn into her mouth. She cast her eyes toward me. “Mmm, Lily, you want some cardboard?”

“I’ll pass.”

Shane shot me a quick glance over his shoulder. My presence seemed to unsettle him, though I couldn’t figure out why. I quickly found out.

“What the hell?” Amanda mumbled as her hand hit an object in the bowl.
As I watched her pull a black box out of the popcorn, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Amanda looked at Shane, who had moved onto one knee in front of her. Her eyes widened as she sat there, completely speechless.

Shane took the box from her and opened it.
I craned my neck to see what was inside.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered.

Amanda inhaled sharply as tears welled in her eyes.
She brought her hands up and splayed them over her chest, as if manually trying to slow her heart rate down.

“I know that we haven’t been together that long,” Shane continued.
“But who cares? I don’t like waiting for things that I want. And I’ve wanted you since the day I first set eyes on you. I waited a long time for you to come into my life. I waited even longer for you to let me into yours. Now that I’m here, I don’t want to wait anymore. Our relationship has been crazy from the beginning, so what do you say we keep tradition going? Marry me, Amanda.” Shane slipped the ring on her finger and looked into her eyes expectantly.

As I looked at Amanda, I sudd
enly wished I had my camera out since this was probably the only time that she had ever been speechless in her entire life. My eyes darted between them, trying to read which way this was going to go. Was she going to accept? Or was she going to run? The way I saw it, it was a fifty-fifty toss up.

Amanda cleared her throat and looked down at her hand to take in the ring that resided there.
And as a smile crept across her lips, I finally let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“You’re completely certifiable, you know that?” she said softly.

Shane simply shrugged.

“You kno
w marriage means forever, right? There’s no getting rid of me after this.”

“I’m counting on it,” Shane replied
, smiling.

Amanda threw herself into Shane’s arms, “Then, yes!
Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Shane stood with Amanda still in his arms.
They deepened the embrace as Shane lifted her off the ground and hugged her fiercely. It was in this moment that I realized I was crying. And that I shouldn’t be here. No wonder Shane had seemed unhappy to see me. I was crashing his proposal. So, as much as I desperately wanted to congratulate them and get a good look at the rock he’d bought her, I didn’t. I almost made it to the door when Amanda spotted me.

“Oh, my God, Lily, I totally forgot you were here.”

I smiled. “I really shouldn’t be. Congratulations you guys. I’m just . . . I’m so happy for you both. I’ll let you guys have your privacy.”

Amanda pulled slightly away from Shane as she
asked, “Are you coming home tonight?”

Even during one of the most important events of her life, Amanda couldn’t
resist prying into my sex life. I felt bad that I couldn’t come clean about why I was seeing him again.  But Amanda just wouldn’t understand. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I come home? I’m just going to meet up with some friends.” I replied innocently, hoping to dissuade her curiosity. It didn’t work.

“I just wasn’t sure what kind of
friends
these were.”

“Since you pluralized ‘friends,’ and asked me if I was spending the night elsewhere, are you insinuating that I’m engaging in recreational sex with multiple partners?” I pretended to be affronted as I put my hand on my chest for
effect, hoping humor would stop her from grilling me so I could get the hell out of there.

“Well, ya never know with you,” Amanda replied with a smirk.

Damn. I walked right into that one.
“Well, it’s been lovely chatting with you crazy kids, but I’ve taken up enough of your night. Besides, I have places to be and evidently tons of people to bang.” I pulled the front door open and looked down at them, “You guys are going to be really great together.” I started to close the door behind me, but popped my head back in quickly. “Oh, and don’t fuck on my couch.” And with that, I slammed the door and made my way downstairs, smiling broadly.

***

Once in my car, thoughts of Amanda and Shane drifted away. Instead, my thoughts were consumed with what I was doing. I was walking a delicate line, and I had to be careful not to sway too far one way or the other.
Why was I putting myself through this?
The situation I currently found myself in caused nothing but stress. And it was a huge distraction. I didn’t need this aggravation when I had just gotten myself back on track.

As I parked my car and walked up his driveway, I thought about how far our relationship had come in the past
four months. He had gone from flat out refusing to see me, to yelling at me, to calling me late at night when his depression hit him hardest, to finally starting to let me back into his life. And I did want to be in his life, even if it had disaster written all over it.

I rang the doorbell and took a deep breath.
I wondered if I would always experience this hesitation when I went to see him. Despite how much progress our friendship had made, I still felt butterflies at the prospect of being in his company.
As he pulled the door open, my eyes surveyed him briefly as I quickly tried to steel my resolve. I was here for noble reasons. I was here as a friend. I would
not
fall back into the same old pattern with him. He deserved better than that. But goddamn, was he sexy.

“Hey,” he said quietly, a shy smile playing on his lips.
His coyness only made him more attractive. This man in front of me was different from the one I knew so intimately eight months ago. I wasn’t sure which I liked more.

He stepped back so that I could enter. As I moved closer to him, I felt the familiar jolt of electricity that crackled between us whenever we were near.
The feeling both terrified and titillated me. I looked up at him as I passed, our gazes locking instantly, and I spoke the only word
my mind could formulate.

“Hi.”