Page 9 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Four

I kept to my word for about two days.

Probably because it was that long before I saw him again. The moment he stepped foot through our front door, I knew my attempts to avoid him were futile.

The moment our eyes caught each other, I was taken back to that first kiss – and everything that transpired after that.

“Aubrey.” Joel’s voice was low as he slipped one hand around my waist and placed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

“Joel.” My voice cracked. I leaned into his chest, feeling his warmth spread through my cold skin.

I caught Jenny’s stare at that moment. She mouthed, be careful, and I nodded feverously.

And I had every intention of being careful.

I really did.

But my body and Joel had something else in mind.

A small group of us decided to have a movie night. Jenny and Liz took one of the recliners where a few of our other friends cuddled up on the couch, leaving the other recliner as the only open option.

“Come here.” Joel took my hand and gently pulled me towards his lap.

“No—” I started but Joel shook his head and adamantly pulled me by my hips.

I wiggled to try to make sure I wasn’t crushing him.

“I’ve been dying to feel you since I left the other morning.” Joel whispered into my ear as he wrapped one arm around my waist to pull me closer to him.

I felt his dick twitch in his pants and nearly yelped.

“There are people everywhere.”

“Do you really think they give a fuck about us and what we’re doing?”

I started to rebut him but as his hand slid down to the top of my thigh, I found that I couldn’t speak.

Joel waited just until everyone seemed immersed in the movie before he carefully slid his hand under the band of my silk shorts. He very slowly moved his middle finger against my clit, causing me to grow wetter and wetter by the moment.

I reached behind him to pull the blanket over us.

Joel snickered lightly then gently bit my ear, causing me to nearly beg for him right here.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I nodded.

He applied more pressure but kept his movements slow. I gripped the armrests and fought back a moan as he continued.

I felt myself climbing and was dangerously close to crying out.

“Come for me, baby.”

“Joel.” I whispered, attempting to tell him that I shouldn’t.

“Just be quiet. Don’t want everyone to know that I know just how to make you come.”

I covered my mouth with my hands, biting the inside of my middle finger to hold back. Joel used his free hand to pull back my head by my hair before sinking his lips into mine.

Apparently, I also liked having my hair pulled.

I liked a lot of things Joel did. Things I never thought I’d ever do.

Things like coming for him in front of several of my friends – including the best friend that I’d promised I’d stay away from trouble.

But trouble felt so good when it was coming from Joel.

I let myself crash over, moaning lowly into Joel’s mouth.

He didn’t pull his hand away right away, so I let him feel my pulsating orgasm.

“Fuck. Good girl.”

My mouth fell open and I was already begging for more. I never in a million years thought I’d have any reaction even close to being turned on by those two words.

Was it just Joel? Was he the only one who could have this effect on me? Every thought and nerve in my body screamed yes.

My brain tried desperately to remind me that I shouldn’t let him take over my body and mind like this. But I’d listen to my brain later. At this moment, I didn’t care about anything other than his touch.

And he knew that. Fuck, did he know that.

I gripped the nap of his neck and gently moved my hips against him. His cock was pressing tightly against his jeans, and I reveled in the moment. It was my turn to tease him.

“You know this isn’t fair, right?”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t fuck you how I need to right here.”

“Oh, you need to?”

“Yes, Aubrey. And you know that.”

I pressed into him a little harder in response.

“But if you keep doing that, I might have to right here, right now.”

“You’d fuck me with all off them right here?”

“You’re driving me insane. And you’re about to give me no choice.”

“You’re going to have to wait.”

“Like hell I am.” Joel growled into my ear and gripped my hips harder than I’d ever felt before. This was him showing restraint.

I looked around, noticing that some people had dozed off, another was so immersed in the movie that even a tornado wouldn’t catch their attention. And then there was Jenny and Liz, in a rather compromising situation with a blanket over them as well.

“Okay, fine.” I gave in.

Joel and I hastily made our escape to my room. We didn’t even make it to my bed before his cock was diving deep inside of me. He had pressed me against the wall, sliding me up so that I could sink down until all of him was buried inside of me.

“Fuck yes.” Joel moaned and I dug my finger nails deeper into his back. I could tell that it turned him on by the way he began thrusting harder and faster, bringing us both to another orgasm.

It went much like that over the next couple of weeks.

It didn’t seem to matter where we were, who we were with, or what we were supposed to be doing.

From sneaking into bathrooms to making excuses as to why we needed to leave early, we always ended our nights – and some mornings – buried deep in each other.

And it felt so damn good. We’d lay in each other’s arms afterwards and I’d tell him story after story. The whole time, his hand would be dragging along my body, or he’d trail kisses wherever he could.

Until I decided I needed to ask him something.

“Why is it that you’re the one always coming here? Why don’t we go to your place?” I trailed my fingers down his bare chest, memorizing as I went.

Joel’s muscles tightened.

“This is easier,” he responded but I knew there was more to it than that. Over these last few weeks, I’d done nothing but open up to him more and more. Yet he still felt like that stranger from that first night.

I pushed up onto my elbow so I could look him in the eyes as I spoke. “Joel, be honest with me. For once, please.”

He shifted up on to his elbows. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? When have I lied to me.”

“You always evade anything serious. You’ve barely told me anything about yourself.”

“What’s there to tell?”

“Anything at all! I don’t know, maybe something serious? I’m not a stranger anymore. At least I hope I’m not. But you still feel like a stranger to me.”

“Aubrey, we’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, and we’ve fucked every time we’ve seen each other, which is almost every day.”

“Sex doesn’t mean we’re in a serious relationship.”

I don’t know why those words cut so deep. Afterall, he wasn’t wrong. I was going back to school soon and I was the one who was adamant about not wanting anything serious.

But it still hurt to hear it out loud. I pulled away from him and reached to the ground for my shirt.

“Baby, don’t get mad.” Joel reached for my hips, trying to pull me back to him.

I fought out of his reach and stood up, letting the long shirt fall just at my thighs. “I’m not mad.”

“Then why are you getting dressed?”

“Because there’s more to life than sex with someone temporary.”

“Fuck, Aub. Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“It’s not what you said.” Even though part of it was. “It’s what you won’t say.”

Joel let out a heavy sigh as he sat up and let his legs hang over the side of my bed. His hands wrapped around my hips, and he pulled me to him as he looked up in my eyes. “Look, it’s just not easy for me to talk about myself, okay? I have demons in my closet that I don’t share with anyone.”

“But you could share them with me.”

“You’re the last person I want to share them with.”

I balked and pushed at his shoulders, trying to get out of his grip. But he tightened.

“That came out wrong.”

“No, it’s just you telling the truth. That’s what I wanted, right?” I pulled harder from him, causing his arms to fall heavily to his sides.

“I mean that I don’t want to fuck this up.” He waved his fingers between us.

“You can’t fuck up something that doesn’t exist.” I crossed my arms and turned away from him.

I heard him stand up and felt him come up behind me, but he didn’t touch me.

“Just go, Joel.” I was fighting back tears and didn’t want him to see me. That was the last thing I needed. For him to see how he was breaking me. For him to see me becoming this clingy girlfriend who cared too much.

“Fine.” He grunted and grabbed his clothes.

Within seconds, he was gone.