“Oh. No, I just live a few blocks from here. I … walked…” She returned her eyes to the downpour.
“Why don’t you let me drive you home?”
“That’s not necessary. I’m sure it’ll let up.”
“And if it doesn’t, a ride?” He eyed her intently, waiting for her response.
“Sure. Yeah. Thanks.” Ember waved a timid hand at the beautiful man and turned to return to the kitchen. It had to stop raining. Ember wasn’t at all sure she could handle riding in this man’s car alone with him again. He made her salivate, and as she walked from him, those images that had been plaguing her all semester were once again in the forefront of her mind. She suddenly couldn’t shake the image of fucking him. Odd that such graphic images could come to mind when she’d never even experienced such a thing. Yet her mind was vivid with images of him.
She could see his body, every inch of it down to the size and breadth of his incredible cock. She could see him thrusting and pushing into her. She could feel the rush of an orgasm taking her over, and she could see his own face as he released himself within her body. These images did not belong to her, of that she was certain, but as she rounded the counter and looked back out to him, she trilled and coursed with need; very recognizable need.
When he caught her watching him, he gave her a warm smile that felt seductive and flooded her with want again. Her eyes flitted from his in embarrassment, but when she glanced back he was inhaling deeply again with his lips slightly parted. Two teeth glinted in the light of the room and caught her attention, but as he met her eyes, his lips closed and his jaw tightened. It must have just been the light reflecting off his perfect white teeth.
Ember retreated to the kitchen for the remainder of her shift, and when she returned to the counter on her way out, she discovered he was gone. She felt relief in one moment and then dread in the next as the wall of water outside was all that could be seen. Ember hadn’t brought an umbrella that morning, and as she grabbed a newspaper from the counter, she rushed out the door to the waiting shower. Before she even managed to step out from under the overhang, he was there with an umbrella in his hand, waiting for her to join him. He wrapped an arm around her as he pulled her close to him and out into the downpour. They only had ten feet or so to go to approach his waiting SUV at the curb, and as he opened the passenger door for her, he kept the umbrella over her the entire time. She sank into the warm leather interior and inhaled the smell of his personal space while he rounded the car to the driver’s side. She recalled the night he’d driven her to his home, and the smell of his car reminded her of her intense longing and attraction from that night.
When he climbed in next to her, he tossed the umbrella to the floor behind her seat and looked at her. She was remarkably dry, though he hadn’t been so lucky, or had she been lucky? He looked amazing with water droplets in his hair and showing on the lapels of his jacket, so much so she could hardly look away from him as her body betrayed her once again. She was suddenly far more female than she recalled ever being in her life, and as he looked at her, he sighed. She understood nothing of this man’s responses to her, but she excited with every moment in his presence.
He pulled from the curb and out into traffic, and she spent this time remembering the feel of his leg against her own the night before. He hadn’t pulled away, and while she knew it wasn’t deliberate, she couldn’t quite riddle why he’d not pulled away. There were times he seemed to be studying her. His wink when she was fighting her terror the night before left her body trilling with warmth but confused. His eyes often looked at her seductively, and she watched him interact with other female students without any hint of that same gaze or the same closeness of his body. He never touched them, however innocently as he touched her, and he had certainly never winked at another of them. She felt he longed for her as much as she longed for him, and yet, it was impossible.
As she guided them the few blocks to her apartment, he was quiet. When they arrived, there were no parking spots, and his effort lost its goal. They ended up parked more than a block away, and as he grabbed the umbrella and rounded the car before she could assure him he didn’t need to walk with her, her heart started pounding again. He once more pulled her body close, and they hurried to the door of her apartment building. Her building was an old brownstone, and the narrow vestibule ended up being a bottleneck as he held the door open. At just that moment, another couple, paying no attention to anyone but each other, pulled the interior door open, and as Truman pushed her body up against the wall within the tight space of the vestibule to keep the other couple from careening into her, she was left gasping for breath. She could feel the full length of his rigid erection against her stomach. Her breath lurched and shuddered in her shock, and he studied her. The other couple squeezed past them, but he remained firmly against her body.
She was flushed with inappropriate excitement, and as he held her gaze and pushed against her body, he spoke. “Ask me up. Please.” His voice was warm and purring, but needy and as desperate as she felt.
She nodded before she finally found her voice and croaked out the words, “Will you … come up?”
He followed her in silence, and her heart continued to thud away. As she reached for her doorknob with her key in her hand, his hands moved to her shoulders, gripping her. When he lowered his mouth to her neck as she tilted her head and her hair fell to the side, his lips caressed. He moaned as he touched her skin with his mouth and sucked a gentle kiss on her neck. When his tongue trailed up to her ear, flicking the lobe, his voice purred out to her. “Ember.” Her hands were shaking, and getting the key into the lock was suddenly the most difficult thing she’d ever done.
He trailed his hands down her arms and out to help her fingers, and as he took the key, he slid it into the lock with a soft click and pushed her in with his body as he opened the door.
When she turned to face him, he attacked her mouth with his lips and thrust his tongue between her lips as he pushed them back toward her bedroom. She stopped him at the bathroom and grabbed the unopened box of condoms that had spent the last two years under her bathroom sink. He smirked as her cheeks burned with heat, and he lifted her easily to straddle his hips before continuing to her bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed as she looked up into his beautiful eyes. He pushed his groin harshly into hers, grinding his pelvis against the warmth and wetness pooling there. He left no question he wanted her as his hard length pushed against her sex.
When Ember reached for the button of his trousers, he didn’t stop her. He watched and waited, and as she started undoing the button, he pulled himself up to kneel between her legs. She sat as she worked the zipper down, and as his length strained against the fabric of his underwear through the parted zipper, she lifted his shirt to expose his stomach and leaned her mouth to the space beneath his belly button. His skin was cool and soothed her lips as she brushed them against his skin. As she kissed, she pulled the pants down along his hips and moved her hands around to grip the tight, round cheeks of his bottom. His body was hard with well-defined muscle, and as she caressed, he sighed and moaned above her.
Ember moved her mouth to his hip as she eased his underwear down. She was nervous, but she was so ready for this man after weeks of want and need that she pushed it aside easily. As she exposed his slightly jutting hip bone, she kissed around it and ran the pad of her thumb over the subtly protruding bone. She pulled the underwear further down, and as she did, she looked up to his eyes. They were watching her, and she caught the quick glimmer of two teeth as he closed his mouth. She flinched in confusion at what she thought she saw, but he reached down to her cheek, caressing lightly, and her confusion was stowed along with her nervousness. She pulled the waist of his underwear out and down, exposing his thick, hard length, and as she took in his incredible length and breadth, she gasped. He looked exactly as she imagined in her mind and left her certain she knew his body, but of course she didn’t.