You Should Smile (12 page)

You know those people who ruin movies for you because they’ve already seen it, so they tell you what’s going to happen next?  They’re the worst!  Don’t you hate spoilers?  So I’ll try not to do that to you.  This is what happened next….

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As the sunlight drifted through his bedroom window the next morning, I awoke to find his hard dick pressed against my ass.  We were still spooning, me on the inside.  I tried to ignore the feel of his hardness against me.  Besides, I couldn’t handle another rejection like last night.  I was determined that I wasn’t going to be accused of doing anything to tempt his resolve.  He was still half-asleep, though, so when he started moving his hips against my ass, it was hard not to thrust back just a
little
bit.  I’m only human, for goodness sake.  I heard him groan and then his hand came around to the underside of my underwear.  He pushed the material aside and reached for my clit, rubbing it softly in that same way that always had me aching with desire.  It wasn’t long before I was bucking against his hand, moaning.  Soon, I was coming.

As I emerged from my orgasmic state, I felt him thrust against my ass again and mumble, “Wanna be inside you so bad…..Fuck…..” 

My heartbeat went wild, drumming erratically inside my hungover brain.  I held my breath.  He was awake, right?  I mean, he just got me off – I hope he can’t do
that
in his sleep.  Of course he was awake.  Was this a test?  Had to be.  I won’t give in.  He’ll be happy I was responsible.  I exhaled.  Decision made.  Ignore him.

Then he did it again – thrust his hard dick against the creases of my ass and said, clearer this time, “Screw the rules.  Tell me to do it and I will, Smiles.”

My breath hitched.  Without thinking, I blurted, “Is this a test?”

“What?” His hoarse voice seemed to echo throughout the room.

I cleared my throat.  “A test?  Are you trying to see if I’ll give in?  Tempt your resolve?  See if I’m worthy?”

I felt the shaking of the bed as he started laughing.  “You really need to stop watching romance movies.  No, this isn’t a test of your will or worthiness.  It’s just me, horny as shit, trying to get into your pants.”

“Oh.”  I slowly turned around to face him.  “Okay then.”  I grinned.

“Okay what?”  He grinned back.

“Okay then,” I repeated.

He continued grinning wide.  “I wanna hear you say it…..”

I played it coy.  “Say what?”

He leaned in, kissing my lips slowly.  I parted my mouth and he bit my lower lip softly, teasingly.  Then, he pulled back.  “Tell me what you want from me, Shay.  I need to hear it….”

“Need to hear it?  Or want to hear it?”  I was honestly curious.

He bit his own bottom lip, contemplating his answer.  “Both.”  Grinning again.

I rolled my eyes.  “Fine.  Alright.…….I. Want. To. Have. Sex. With. You. Thad. Reeding….” I enunciated each word dramatically.

His smirk was back in all of its charismatic glory.  His eyebrow went up.  “Sex?”

I was getting exasperated.  “Yes!  Sex!”  I bellowed.

He shook his head.  “Sorry, but….no…..not sex.”

Now, I was getting really pissed.  I mean, really pissed off.  Pissed as in launching-up-off-the-bed-to-leave-right-now-you-fucking-asshole…That type of pissed.

He laughed low, pulling me back down.  “Nuh-uh.  Where’re you going?”  His grin was teasing.

“I’m leaving, that’s where I’m going,” I spat out.

He pulled me back down, his body hovering over mine, his elbows on each side of my head.  He leaned in to kiss me softly again.  “It’s not just ‘sex’ I want to have with you, Smiles.  There are an awful lot of things I’d like to do with you, but having ‘just sex’
isn’t
one of them.”  He paused again, kissing down the side of my neck. 

He whispered, “Instead, I’ll tell you what I’d like to do with you….First, I’d like to make love to you.  Slowly.  Softly.  Tenderly.  Then, I’d like to fuck you.  Hard.  All day long.  Repeatedly.”

You know that moment in the movies when you’re so in tune with how the characters are feeling and what they’re doing?  You’re smiling.  They’re smiling.  You’re tingly.  They’re tingly.  You’re wanting them to get it on.  They’re wanting to get it on.  It’s what the movies are all about – trying to make you feel like you’re actually there in that moment, even if it’s just for a couple of hours.  That’s what the best movies or books do.  They take you away for a while.

Well, Pickup Grinner was about to take me away for a while.

He began his seduction by kissing me tenderly, his tongue exploring my mouth softly and slowly.  Still hovering over me, his hands reached under the t-shirt I was wearing and rubbed my stomach, calloused fingers caressing my skin.  He grabbed the hem of the t-shirt in his hands and pulled it up over my head, before tossing it on the floor.  Pressing down on top of me, his bare chest met my tight nipples, causing that sort of electric friction that only skin-on-skin sensations can provide.  I reached down to grab his ass through his boxers.  Not close enough.  I wanted them off.  I slid my hands below his back waistline and cupped his muscled ass, as he grinded into me.  He groaned.  I could feel the hard steel of his dick, lined up perfectly with my wetness through our underwear.  I tried to pull his boxers down as far as I could, and seeing I was having trouble, he finished the job and kicked them aside.  He was now gloriously naked on top of me, kissing me recklessly.  He kissed a trail down my neck, stopping to worship that sweetest spot that drove me insane.  I moaned. 

He reached down between us, gentle fingers sliding across the top of my underwear, teasing my lower stomach.  I instinctively flinched at the sensitive touch.  As he continued to kiss my neck, he used one hand to slide my underwear down my legs.  I kicked them off my ankles.  Suddenly, he stopped kissing me and rolled over to his side a bit, pausing to look down at my naked body beside him.

“You’re so gorgeous….”  He trailed his fingertips along my stomach, tracing my belly button with artistic movements.  His fingers moved up to trace the outline of one aching nipple, circling it slowly with a carpenter’s precision.  I heard a sigh and a moan and realized it was me.  He finally lowered his head to stroke his wet tongue across the taut peak, sucking lightly.  With his other hand, he massaged my other breast, alternating between licking and nipping each nipple. 

I remember vaguely registering the fact that he and I were finally naked.  In his bed.  Going to have sex.  I mean “make love”….and also “fuck”….

He left my tender nipples and began licking and kissing down my stomach, leaving a seductive trail of wetness behind.  He stopped at my belly button and licked a small circle around it before dipping his tongue inside it.  I moaned, louder this time.  He kept trailing lower, kissing, licking, nipping, softly biting.  He focused on my inner thigh, licking and sucking and kissing his way toward the place I needed him the most.  I was on fire, desperate.

“Please don’t tease me, Thad.  Please.”

He paused to ask, “Are you asking me or begging me, Shay?”

“I’ll beg you if I have to.  Please,” I screeched out.

“Gladly.”

His tongue finally hit my clit and he began softly circling it.  My hips lurched toward his face and my hands grasped the softness of his dark hair.  I bucked toward his mouth and screamed with pleasure.  He was relentless – tongue inside my depths, then back out, licking and circling my clit.  Softly, passionately, expertly.  He moaned into my wetness, growling, “You taste so good….”

I was getting close.  I just needed one more thing, anything, and it would push me over the edge.  And when he grabbed my hand and placed it on my own clit before fucking me with his tongue, in and out, in and out, in and out – and I rubbed my own clit in tandem, I came violently.  Spasms of pleasure and moans of passion spilling from my soul as I screamed his name.

He kissed his way back up my body and then met my lips.  I could taste myself on his kiss.  

He looked into my eyes.  “This is the part where I make love to you, Smiles….”

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded and grinned.  I saw him reach for the nightstand and get a condom and put it on.  Then, I felt the head of his dick as it reached my opening.

He pushed in ever so slowly, my body slowly adjusting to fit his size.  He looked into my eyes and thrust a little bit harder each time, jaw clenched, hips rolling slowly until finally he was all the way inside me. 

“…So tight…”  He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, the pleasure too intense in that moment.  I let him pause for a few seconds, but then I needed him to move.  I bumped my hips up toward him, making it clear that I was ready for some friction.  He opened his eyes and grinned down at me, leaning down to kiss me as he finally began to drive his hips.  It felt so amazing.  I was lost in the sands of time – the feeling of his length rhythmically going in and out. Over and over…..Eventually, he moved his face into my neck and breathed words of passion.  “I dreamed of being inside you for so long.  It feels so fucking good.”  Those words, combined with the feel of his hot breath on my neck and his talented motions below, were more than I could take.

“I’m gonna come,” I murmured.

“Come for me, Smiles.”  He sped up his movements until I felt it – an orgasm so intense that I could actually feel my walls squeezing him in rhythm. 

“Oh fuck.  I can feel you….I can’t…..”  Thad screamed deep and low as he pumped into me with a final thrust of completion.  He let the weight of his body fall into me as he breathed into my neck, still pulsing inside me.  After what seemed like a frozen moment, he finally pulled out and kissed my lips sweetly.

“That was worth every second of waiting….I…..”  His voice trailed off, leaving words unsaid.  I let it pass.  I decided not to think about words or what the difference between “making love” and “fucking” really was or what he’d meant by those terms.  I couldn’t do it.  I just couldn’t. 

I did, however, want him to know how I was feeling, though.  And for the first time since we’d started this thing, whatever it was, I decided to vocalize my own feelings.  “That was amazing, Pickup Grinner.  I……like you lots.”  I grinned.

I think he knew that it was hard for me to actually say that.  He kissed me again.  He probably also knew that it was more than that even, but that was all I could give at that point.  I looked off into the air and began my new daydreams – more sex with this god of a man.  I smiled at the thought.

“Good daydreams, I hope,” Thad teased.

“Just thinking about how many ways, places, and times we can do that again.”

He gave me his penultimate Pickup Grinner grin, creases and all, and said, “Mmmm….yes.  We shall start on that, right after breakfast.”  He pulled me off the bed and I grabbed his t-shirt to put it back on.  As I bent over to step into my underwear, he slapped my ass lightly. 

“You have an amazing ass, too, Smiles.  Maybe someday I’ll get in that….”

I spun around and met his eyes. “Excuse me?”

He grinned.  “You know.  Anal?”  Still grinning. 

My eyes went wide.  “Are you kidding?”

He bit his bottom lip again.  Nodded.  “Yeah, I’m just kidding…..I mean, unless you’re cool with it…..”  Still grinning.  Teasing.

I was just standing there, mouth open wide.  He shook his head, laughing.

Grabbing his jeans and hurriedly stepping into them, he said, “C’mon, let’s eat.  Hope you like omelets….”

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Yeah, he could cook, too.  His omelet was for the gods.  Of course, I was starving.  I’m not one of those girls who eats salads all the time or refuses to eat in front of people.  I eat what I want to eat.  Sure, I’m a normal person who has to exercise to keep fit, but fuck if I’m gonna eat salads for the rest of my life.  Those girls are insane.   

“Ready for dessert?”  Thad inquired.

“Sure.  Did you make something else?”  I asked seriously.

He just grinned and said, “It’s not food, Shay.”

My eyes got wide as I realized what he meant.  “Oh….”  Daydreams.  I watched him as he stood up to take the dishes over to the sink.  His jeans accentuated his baseball-playing ass.  After setting the dishes in the sink, he turned around to face me as I sat at the island.  I could see that soft trail of dark hair hiding behind his jeans again.  I still wanted to follow it all the way down – with my tongue.  I licked my lips. 

His voice was husky and low. “You wanna know what I’ve jacked off to the most this past year, Smiles?”

I nodded slowly. 

“I kept seeing you bent over that pool table.…in that dress….and me slamming into you from behind.”

“Oh, believe me, I remember,” I whispered.

One ankle was crossed over the other as he leaned back against the counter.  He whispered, “C’mere…..”  He crooked his finger toward me, grinning, beckoning me to him.  I’d have gone anywhere he asked at that point.  Not kidding.  Antarctica.  Siberia.  Hell.  Iowa.  Wouldn’t have mattered. 

I walked to him and he put his arms around my waist, kissing me softly.  Then, he turned me around slowly and walked me toward the kitchen table, until my stomach met the side.  I found myself in the same position I’d once been in on the pool table – his hand on the back of my neck, bending me over.  As his t-shirt rode up on me, I could feel the coolness of the air hitting my ass, barely covered by my thongs.  His hand moved slowly down from my neck, tracing across my skin, across the arches of my back, and finally to my ass, where he slid his fingertips over the round part of one cheek.  He gripped the string of my thongs in his hand – and tugged on it, hard, ripping it.  He tossed the torn underwear on the kitchen floor next to my feet.  “Stay just like this.  Don’t move.  I’ll be right back,” he whispered.