Give It To Me

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Chapter 2 : Sad Truths

I kept on thinking. I wondered. Did I want this? Can't breathe. Special he says. "Have you swallowed your tongue?" he snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What are you doing?" I made a face. He probably did not see it. The lights are still off. There were just a few rays of building lights peeping through my apartment's gaps.

I heard him drop his bag down. I'm still wearing mine. He took his shoes off and stepped on the same level I am standing on. He took my bag pack off my shoulders. The next thing I know, he. Yes, him. Is undressing me. I can feel his grin plastered on that handsome face of his. Lust. Hate it. Blame it to the hormones.

He zipped my hoodie off of me, revealing my thin clothed shirt. My breaths becoming heavy. Heavier. I gasped as he unbuttoned my jeans. "Shhh." he whispered placing a finger on my lips. The moment I was left with my undies, he lifted me up. My legs locked on his waist.

He dropped me slowly on my bed and took his top off. Abs. He led my hand down him. I struggled taking his jeans off while he easily unclasped my bra. It was raining kisses. From my neck down to the valley of my breasts. Why is it so hard to breathe? He kicked his jeans down. He's left with his boxers on. He let his weight on me.

I immediately felt something hard pressed against my core. He started to push against me. I let out a moan as he gripped my waist tightly. "Do you want to be on top tonight?" he asked drawing invisible circles on my hips. I shook my head. Heard him grunt as he entered me. I arched my back as he did that. Priceless. He dropped himself on me burying his face on the side of my neck. He started raging, clearly, he's been holding the urge for awhile. I swayed with him. I tried.

"Easy." I managed to mutter between heavy short breaths. His left hand took place behind my left shoulder while his other supported my waist. His thrusts more gentle than when he started. I buried my right hand on his soft brown hair. Soft. It smelled of honey. My other hand rested on my forehead. I'm not saying I'm bored or anything like that. Believe me I was overwhelmed by pleasure. But I can't help thinking of other things too.

It was a good thing Jess is busy playing with my body because he talks a lot. If he was not busy he'd asked me a lot of questions about almost everything. About school, work, my love life. I got my thoughts lost as I was staring at the ceiling. It felt good. He feels good. He kept on going, I kept on dreaming. "Beau." Still, him saying my name would give me shivers.

Felt like hours now. I was completely back to what was going on. Damn. Deep. He's gone deeper by this time. Tight. Can't keep myself quiet now. I slowly broke out in him, and him right after. He gently pulled out of me.

I was tired. We were still catching our breaths. I reached for my drawer and searched for my morning-after pills. I saw. I drank. Grabbing the edge of the blanket, I covered our bare bodies. I twisted myself so I can see him. I was there, admiring is beauty. He shifted over to my side and wrapped his arms around me. Warmth. "You are really something, Beau." he commented kissing my forehead.

"I know." I replied. "Next time do use protection, Jess." Really? Not that he doesn't really use those naughty bags, he's just playful.

He pulled me closer. "I was considering of putting some before the action happened. . ." He slid his arm at the back of my neck. ". . . but you were seriously tempting. I was holding it in since I kissed you in the office." I sighed. "Then at the restaurant, you were such a turn-on devouring your dinner."

I laughed this time. "You really have weird fetishes, don't you?"

He rubbed his nose to mine. He then asked me a really familiar question. "What were you thinking?" There's no point in lying. He knows me. He knew I was not with him through the whole session.

"Stuff." I answered. This might sound happy, but it's a sad truth. I have been doing cuddle sessions with my crush for around six months now. What makes it sad? He's not mine. We're just cuddle buddies.

"Like what?" he inquired.

Here's another sad truth you're gonna read. "Like," I was kinda hesitant but it was bothering me from the beginning of this torrid relationship we had. Cuddle. Buddies. Pfft! I know I'm just being played with, but I gave him the power to.

"when are you going to stop using me?"

It struck him. It was a low blow. Three points for me. Ha! "I'm not quite sure." he replied. My heart stopped. But that hit me. We're even.

And another sad truth being revealed next. "And Melissa?" I queried. Yes, indeed. Mel. The girl who was pro PDA with my ultimate crush awhile ago. She is Jessie's girlfriend. Soon to be fiance. By the looks of what you're reading, you may tag me as a slut, a whore, a home wrecker, a relationship breaker and the like. Hey! Melissa and I are cool. We're friends. I studied his expressions. He was thinking. Goodness! Can he even at least think rightfully with all those air in his head? He's a two-timer. A cheater. "When are you going to propose to her?" I asked. "So we can get over all of this." I gestured to us.

Because I care, kay? I know it's wrong and this has to stop. He laughed. What was funny? Am I that humorous? "You were suppose to help me plan how to do it." he vocalized. I seriously did not remember promising anything like that.

"No." I protested. "My soul purpose is to give you your manly desires while you can't do it with her." Yea, hard truth! Stoned. Melissa was not giving him any bedtime stories. They sort of promised not to do it until they live together, but that, they actually mean when they are close to getting married. They are though, it's just Jessie is not that good at planning when.

"When are you letting me kiss your lips?" he inquired changing the subject. He is avoiding the topic. Uh huh! Classic, Jess. Classic.

"Never." I hissed. Did I just sound like teasing him? Hit me with lightning now, not. I am not the jerk! Jessie is, so hit him. I got a long list of sad truths, but I think I'll save up some for later.

Here's a recap. I am terribly crushing on Jessie Britton. Jess, who is soon to be engaged to Melissa Albert until he finds the courage to propose to her. Mel, who won't give her legal boyfriend a dose of sex for the past seven years they have been together. I'm currently struggling to graduate college, works as an on-the-job trainee at a company called Kira, and is being okay with being played at.

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END CH 02