Tangle

A heavy silence hangs all around us. I can barely make sense of his jumble of intelligible thought, let alone the room around us covered in purple glow. He’s getting closer to me, making it hotter in here, making it harder to breath.

A hazy smoke screen swirls, quietly whispering in the air as he breathes acidic sweet talk in my ear. My heart keeps beating faster and I’m not sure if it’s the smoke or him having that effect on me. I try to protest but words are lost on my lips as he lays me down on the solid carpet, placing ghost kisses on my neck and collarbone. Butterflies flutter violently in my stomach as goose bumps cover my skin in reaction to his awkward gentleness. His body covers mine, making me feel smaller and smaller. I close my eyes and lose myself, knowing this will be the only time we can just pretend. Stars light up in my brain, scream so brightly it's insane, as his kisses turn to little teasing bites.

We always want what we can't have.

He pulls up my shirt, stopping at the bra and rests his head on my flat stomach, tracing slow invisible patterns all around. “I’ve never wanted anything more…” I hear him whisper before placing a kiss below my belly button. I gather what's left of my broken resolve and let out a soft protest of “We can’t…” and push weakly on his chest. He is unmoved -- my muscles have melted, practically, as his skin radiates and singes me to the marrow.

 “I know… But I can’t resist this anymore…” He replies hoarsely, effortlessly pinning my wrists above my with one hand. The other he uses to gently run up my bare thigh. “Oh god…” I cry softly as his warm hand stops in the junction between my thigh and panties. “Give into me.”

I bite my lip and try to think of other things, but all I can think about is getting him closer.

“I…”

My voice trails off into a soft moan as he, while still holding my arms, begins biting down on my hip bones, starting gently with each at first, then growing rougher as my breathing increases to a quickened beat. I didn’t need to look to know there’d be bruises later on.

“I just want to know what it’s like to be close to you.. I’ve always wondered…”

He inches my volleyball shorts down slightly, revealing my boyshorts, kissing the flesh half covered by waistband, lips brushing against my sensitive skin. I can’t take anymore overwhelming sensations, can’t be bothered to fight him off any longer.

“Kiss me.” My words startle him a little, but, nevertheless, he complies, swiftly bringing his mouth down onto mine. I break free from his grasp and cup my hands around his cheeks, caressing them as our tongues dance against each other. 

“Touch me…” He whispers haughtily against my lips, temporarily breaking the kiss. I push him back and sit on his lap, my legs on either side of him, the thin fabric of his basketball shorts failing to conceal his hardness. I rest my forehead on his and close my eyes as I slide my hand up his shirt and softly brush against his skin with the tips of my fingers. “Don’t tease.” He groans. I give him a quick kiss and pull away, unable to help my smiling. He leans in once more. One quick kiss and I pull away once more. This continues three more times before he eventually gets fed up and grabs me by the hair and forces his lips onto mine, swallowing my moans of pleasure. 

I’m tingling, bristling. I want more, so much more.

And he can tell. 

Like that, we’re in our underwear, tangling limbs and teasing to the point of explosion. He tugs at my boyshorts with fervent need, tossing them somewhere when he finally gets them off. I bury my face into the crook of his neck as he pushes himself all the way inside me without any sort of warning. I cry in pain slightly, biting my lip.

“Are you ok?”

He stops, ocean eyes full of concern.

I nod, taking a deep breath and tightening my grip on his shoulders.

“Be gentle. You’re big. I’m small.”  A small smile spreads on his lips and, ever so slowly, he pushes himself in and out of me, eyes never breaking contact with mine. I’m mesmerized, unable to look away. I whisper his name and run my nails gently down his back. 

He shudders and nibbles on my earlobe. 

“Get on top of me.”

It’s more of a forewarning then anything, I realize as he sits up and pulls me onto his lap, wasting no time getting me to straddle him. 

I lick my lips and slowly push up and down, using all my strength to fight his attempts to pull me all the way down. 

“Oh. my -- Stop fucking teasing.”

He groans. I kiss his chest.

“Say please.”

“God damnit. Please!?”

And so I push down swiftly and suddenly, taking all of him inside me, which causes him to curse under his breath. I bite my lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Of course,  He grabs my hips and moves me up and down. I rest in the crook of his neck, moaning as he bounces me up and down on his manhood.

“God… I.. I’m going to cum.”

I whisper, feeling the pressure inside me coming to some kind of burst. He smirks against my skin and stops, much to my dismay. Before I can complain,  he sits up. 

“Get up.”

Weak in the knees, I stand and look up at him, deep into those lust clouded eyes.

“Turn around. Bend over that dresser.”

I place both elbows on the dresser and bend over. He grabs my hips and thrusts himself inside me, fast and hard. One hand finds it’s way to my hair, tangles it’s fingers there in a gentle, tingly pull.  I can’t help moaning uncontrollably as my orgasm approaches faster and faster.

“Cum for me.”

There’s a burst of body shaking, leg weakening pleasure. I almost slump, but stop when I realize he’s still going.

“Goddamn. You’re so wet… I love it.”

He whispers, grasping my waist so we can move to the floor. He lays on top of me, while I lay on my stomach.

“Sorry about that… I just need to be so much closer…”

He thrusts harder. I bite my lip, attempt to suppress all the moaning.

“But no matter how close I get…” 

He kisses the nape of my neck, thrusts becoming gentle, then to a stop as he whispers into my ear;

“It’ll never be enough.”

I notice, for a brief second, that he sounds almost mournful. The thought leaves just as quickly, however, when he begins pounding in and out of me.

Faster and faster.

“Oh god. I’m going to cum… fuck…” 

He bites down on the juncture of my neck, which drives me over the edge again as well. Both of our bodies shudder as waves of mind numbing pleasure wash over us and he spills his seed on the floor. He falls on top of me, rolls over so we’re spooning.

I close my eyes and zero in on his ever rapid heartbeat. There’s silence for a few moments.

“This…” 

He tries to begin, but I interrupt him.

“I know… just hush.”

There was no need for me to hear the truth we'd both been trying to hide behind. This would never happen again and things would never be the same. I knew, months from now, we'd never ever again see eye to eye. 

But that's just fine. I'll be alright.