And Happy Boxing Day, too!
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I am on a roll.
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hugs, Tas
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*****NEW Chapter 17*****
A shower is an amazing thing. It does more than cleanse your body; it can lift your spirits and make you feel like yes, you really can face the day and whatever it might throw at you. Even when you’re using somebody else’s bathroom.
Of course, there’s also the level of personal satisfaction that what I was washing off were the aftereffects of multiple naked, sweaty tangles. But that just means I’ll have to repeat the activities and get sweaty again, and on goes the cycle.
I like that thought.
As I make my way down the hall from the men’s room, I’m glad that Maria lives in a co-ed dorm. I feel conspicuous enough wandering around here without being the only guy around. But I was not about to stick around in the apartment after such a clear order—and reason—to scram, so I grabbed some stuff, Liz found Maria’s keys, and here we landed in Maria’s dorm. It seems only fair, since Michael stayed here last night so Liz and I could have privacy. I’m pretty sure Maria made him sleep in her absent roommate’s bed, though.
Gotta smile as I think that she won’t make him do that next time.
And try not to lose the smile at the thought that Iz and Alex went back to Isabel’s dorm room.
You like Alex, Evans. He’s an excellent match for your sister. I sigh internally. Yeah, I do, and he is, but she’s still my sister and she’s not as strong as Maria. So while I won’t interfere, I’m still going to watch and worry. Privately.
I shake off the moodiness as I knock on the door and Liz calls out, “Come in!” Locking it behind me, I just stand and watch her for a moment while she applies some kind of lip product in front of the mirror. She didn’t bother to blowdry her hair so the shining length is darker than ever with moisture, with some drying pieces waving around her face.
“You are so beautiful.”
She starts in surprise, turning to face me. “What?”
I smile, dropping my things onto the desk on the far side of the door. “I mean it, Liz. You take my breath away.”
“I’m sure me being back in my own clothes helps,” she giggles, indicating her jeans and baby tee.
“Hmm, yes and no. There was definitely something erotic about seeing you in
my clothes,” I admit.
“Oh? I guess it’s a good thing that you’re not getting your T-shirt back, then.” She flutters her lashes coyly as she looks up at me, her hands slipping onto my shoulders.
“No, huh? I guess it’s a good thing that I shouldn’t be wearing it anyway.”
“Definitely,” she agrees. Her head tilts to the side quizzically. “Max, why are you staring at me like that?”
It’s her lipgloss. I’m used to the stuff being shiny, sure, but it looks like she’s got tiny crystals painted onto her lips. “Is that glitter?”
She nods. “Yeah, it has microcrystalline glitter in it. Why, do you not like it? I can take it off.”
My quick headshake has her lowering her hand with a smile. “No, it’s okay, I just never noticed that before.” I laugh at a resurfacing memory. “Glitter was forbidden in our house after this one time when Isabel thought that because it was so pretty, she should upend the container over herself when she’d just had a bath. It took my mother hours to get it out of her hair, and we were still finding stray sparkles months later. The stuff sticks around like you wouldn’t believe.”
“It does, does it?” Liz’s smile acquires a quality that is at once thoughtful and thoroughly naughty. My stomach flipflops in response and I hear myself exhale harshly. She hears it too, and it obviously makes her mind up about whatever she’s considering.
By the time I realize what that is, she has my jeans unzipped and my erection freed, and then her dark head bobs as she takes me in her mouth.
“Oh, sweet mercy,” I murmur faintly. I can see her cheeks hollowing as her lips slide down my length, and the suction feels sublime.
I can also see the trail she’s leaving. Pink glitter covering my most sensitive skin, a blatant advertisement that I’ve had someone’s mouth on me. With every pass she makes from the tip on down, that glitter is spread further onto my cock, into my skin. Burned into my sensory memory.
My head thuds back against the door in answer to the actions of the angel at my feet, hands clenching at my sides. Liz has shocked me deliciously and the intensity of it threatens to overwhelm me fast.
Someone chooses that moment to pound on the door. “DeLuca! Close the fucking window before you freeze us all out again! I can hear the door rattling in the wind.”
Liz sits back, trying not to laugh as she calls, “Okay!”
The unknown person leaves, apparently satisfied with that answer. But the momentum has been lost and now I feel a bit ridiculous with my pants gaping and a sparkly cock.
I make a move to do up my fly and she places her hands over mine, stopping me. “Max, sit down.” She points with her chin at the foot of the bed, which reaches practically to the doorway in the smallish room.
I sit. Liz turns on her knees to face me, still smiling. Her gaze travels up my body and she murmurs, “Can you take off your shirt?”
Apparently she’s not finished with me yet. Despite my vague discomfort, I nod and begin to pull the longsleeved polo over my head. It’s about halfway off, blocking my vision, when I feel my pants tugged in the other direction and before I know it, I’m sitting there stark naked in front of her.
I have the urge to sit like a little kid who really needs to pee, with my knees pressed together and my hands in my lap. Except Liz’s hands are cupping my calves, idly stroking, and those big eyes of hers are trained on mine with a wicked glow.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then lie down.”
Definitely not finished. I feel very, very exposed as I lean back until I’m flat against the mattress, and beyond grateful that I just took a shower. At least I know I don’t smell funky. But really, a beautiful girl who I’m madly in love with wants to play with me, and I’m going to say no? Not a fucking chance!
She slips her hands up and around my knees, gently pushing them farther apart. Part of me wants to resist the outward movement, and part of me can’t wait to find out what she’ll do next. I wonder if she can tell how tense I am from anticipation and nerves both.
The first touch of her mouth is tentative, like she’s less sure of herself than she seems. Nonetheless my reaction is immediate, my knee tingling hot and cold from the kiss and my cock returning to fully erect. I glance down at Liz but all I can see is a wealth of dark hair; my own perpendicular flesh is in the way. So when her lips skim a little higher, moving slowly inward on my thigh, I swallow and close my eyes, abandoning myself to sensation.
Liz glides her hands up ahead of her mouth, pressing lightly with just her fingertips. Instinctively I spread my legs wider, noting absently the change from feeling like I should cover myself. Now I want to open to her, and there’s a sense of longing—yearning, even—with each touch.
She bypasses my groin, her palms flattening up against my ass and kneading while her lips take soft nibbles of my inner thighs. Damp tendrils of her hair whisper along my skin as she switches back and forth and it makes me shiver.
“Your hands are nice and warm,” I blurt out inanely.
“Mmm,” she hums in agreement. “Ran them under hot water before I came back to the room.”
“Uh-huh.” I clear my throat, feeling her smile on my leg. Does that mean she planned this? Or some kind of bedplay, anyway? Admittedly I’d been hoping after the interruption earlier, but…
Any chance of thinking too hard about what it might mean flees as Liz wiggles her head in tight and licks my testicles. I don’t know if I’m more surprised that she did that, or that it feels really good.
I clench my hands in the blanket in response to her light licks and then, gently, she pulls one into her mouth and sucks.
“Damn, that’s amazing,” I mutter, only half-aware that I’m speaking. The care she’s taking reassures me and I relax into her caresses.
It’s not that I don’t trust her, because I do. It’s that she’s dealing with
the most sensitive area of a guy’s body, and one wrong move could put me in a world of pain. Isabel used to laugh about kneeing us when we were younger, until we neared puberty and Michael finally retaliated with purple nurples. A man can die if he’s hit too hard in the nuts.
But I’m learning fast that this sensitivity thing works the other way, too, as Liz continues to lavish attention on my balls. Her fingers stroke where her mouth can’t reach, one nail scratching at the smooth skin underneath, and my hips buck up a little.
“Angel,” I whisper mindlessly. Her other hand plays with the line of hair down my abdomen, and her lips are almost at the base of my erection. She licks a trail around and puffs warm air across the wetness.
“So close.” She scratches a little harder and moves her head over to where my thigh meets my pelvis, biting at the taut skin.
I’m well beyond noticing that I’m pleading with her. “Just a little higher, Liz. Over—over more, almost…so close…”
Her tongue returns to the immediate vicinity and I can hardly stand it. I’m strung out on a wire here and I need her to touch me.
“Angel, please!”
I hear a low moan and it’s coming from
her. Astonished, I open my eyes and look down.
“You have the sexiest voice, Max.”
Before I can even begin to digest that comment, I watch her open her mouth and take me, her gaze locked on mine. I break the eye contact as my body arches helplessly into the sudden heat. And as she pulls back, her hair flying, she tightens her lips around the head of my cock and sucks really hard.
“Oh Christ, Liz, I can’t—” Pleasure crashes through me in a rush so intense it almost hurts and I jerk in ecstasy, unable to stop the release.
I feel lightheaded and weak-kneed, hearing the blood pounding in my ears and the deep rasp of my breathing as I try to get myself under control. Never having been teased before, I wasn’t expecting to go off like a firecracker thirty seconds after she finally touched my cock. I figured I’d be able to endure at least one pass, especially after all the action I’ve gotten in the last twenty-four hours, but the feelings Liz engenders in me are simply too strong.
Forcibly calming my body, I start to sit up. “I’m sure Maria has tissues somewhere—Liz?”
Her expression is one of intent curiosity, and I watch in horror as her Adam’s apple dips down and back up. I gasp out, “What are you doing?”
Her eyes pop open and she smiles at me. “Having a tasty experience.”
I think I feel the blush right down to my toes. “But, you shouldn’t have…”
“Swallowed?” she inquires with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah. We don’t know—”
Liz moves in close, pressing a finger against my lips to silence me. “Max, why did you make love to me last night?”
I stare at her, at a total loss for words. She seems to realize that and rolls her eyes slightly. “That’s not exactly the right question. What I mean is, why did you make love to me last night, instead of last weekend? I know you wanted to, and your own personal motivations would presumably have been the same, so why did you wait?”
Puzzled, because I thought that she’d understood my explanations this morning, I answer, “Because I didn’t know then if it would hurt you.”
She nods encouragingly. “And what changed your mind?”
“I found out that things weren’t as I’d thought, and it would be okay.”
“And?”
I feel like I’m being led by the hand and I should know where we’re going, but I don’t. “And what?”
She laughs, the sound indulgent, and reaches up to cradle my face. Holding my gaze with hers, she clearly enunciates, “You are not a danger to me, Max.”
“Oh,” I reply softly. “But—”
“No but’s,” Liz shakes her head emphatically. “You do not endanger me. Not your saliva, not your sweat, not your blood, not your semen in either my throat or my vagina. Nothing about you will compromise my physiology.” Her voice softens. “Not even if you heal me.”
I have absolutely nothing to say to that, because as the words flow from her I realize that they are all true. And that I didn’t know where she was going with her first hints because even with all that’s happened, I haven’t let myself believe that such a place is possible.
“Liz.” It’s all I say, but I try to pour everything I’m feeling into that single syllable, all the relief and joy and yes, love. She must hear it since her eyes well with tears but her smile doesn’t falter, and she leans forward just as I do, our lips meeting in sweet tenderness.
It doesn’t matter that I’m naked and she’s dressed, or that her knees probably ache from the industrial carpet, or that we’re holed up in someone else’s dormitory to escape the spectacle of our best friends having sex.
It only matters that she’s here, and we’re together, and that this is one of the most perfect moments in my life.