Ali was quiet most of the drive back to my place, and when we got home, she silently climbed out of the car and went into my room and got changed. She was sitting cross legged on my bed when I walked in, wearing my jumper that she stole at the Gold Coast and tiny black pyjama pants with little pink owls on them. Knowing her, she wasn’t wearing anything under that jumper.
“Maybe you should leave me.” She whispered just loud enough for me to hear. Her facial expression was blank, like a brand new canvas, but her eyes were full of pain. Her eyes looked like someone had poured the ocean into them and a storm had hit. She wasn’t crying, but if I said the wrong things she would.
“Why?” I asked, still standing in front of my closed bedroom door, facing her. She threw her gaze down to the covers on my bed and she played with the hem of her – my jacket.
“You deserve better.” She said, her voice broke and one single tear travelled down her face and fell onto the bed. As soon as the tear fell off her face I moved towards my bed and gently tackled her onto her back, laying on top of her, pinning her hands above her head, my face just centimetres away from hers, our bodies pressed together, our noses almost touching. Her breathing picked up speed noticeably and instantly, and her eyes were wide. The storm in her eyes had calmed and was now replaced with a wild fire, full of desire and lust.
“Do you want to know why I haven’t left you?” I whispered, feeling her legs slowly wrap around my torso.
“Mmhm.” She hummed with a slight nod of her head. Her hum was strained, and I knew what she was thinking.
“Because you’re a beautiful, caring, loving, funny, nice, sweet and tender girl. And I’m no good for you, I don’t deserve you,” I felt her legs tighten around my torso and I could feel my voice drop about 6 billion octaves, “you’re too fucking good for me and I know I should let you go to allow you to be with someone who does deserve you, someone who is good for you, someone who will treat you right, someone who won’t hurt you. But I love you and I’m a fucking selfish prick, and I want you all to myself. You’re mine, and I am never fucking letting you go. Never.” I released her hands and supported all my body weight on my knees. I slowly pushed my hands up under her shirt and rested them on her stomach, looking at her for permission.
“You’re right; you are selfish and you are no good for me. You’re poison.” She purred. Fuck.
“Mine.” I practically growled letting my body press up against her completely and buried my face in her neck, kissing and biting her gently. A soft moan left her lips. Fuck. Her hands harshly travelled their way up my back and tangled themselves into my hair. Her breath was warm on my ear. “That’s it.” I mumbled against her neck. I lifted us up and connected my mouth to hers, her hands still tangled in my hair. We were sitting up somehow, in the middle of an intense make-out session.
“Jarred.” She said into my mouth, slowly removing her hands from my hair and placing them on my chest. Her voice was raspy and she was as breathless as I was.
“Okay.” I mumbled, pulling away and sitting up properly. I was so hard it was uncomfortable for me to sit. “Let’s just eat and watch a movie for now.” I suggested, hoping that she wouldn’t make me go and get the food from the fridge.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Where did you put the food?” she giggled, glancing down at my pants.
“I saw that.” I laughed, her face going bright red, relief washed over me. She mumbled an almost inaudible apology. “But to answer your question, I left it in the plastic bag and put it in the fridge. The food that is.” She stood up with a slight laugh and adjusted her clothing and ruffled her hair so it sat perfectly. I had messed her hair up a great deal, and accidentally twisted her shirt around on her, making her probably about as uncomfortable as I was. She left the room with a soft laugh, leaving the door open slightly.
“Oh god,” I mumbled to myself and I stood up and walked over to the television, “what is this girl doing to me?” I couldn’t help but smile to myself. She was so innocent, with the exception of her extremely dirty mind, but I think it was her innocence that drew me in. When I first started talking to her, I knew she was innocent, and I thought she would be easy to play, but boy was I wrong. She was innocent and inexperienced but she wasn’t stupid enough to fall for my tricks. She was the one playing me, and she played it smart. She was smart for a blonde. I was the one trying to make her fall for me so I could get what I wanted and then break her heart. That was the game that I played, and I played it way too well. But Ali played a different game, and she played it better than I could ever play my own game. My friends didn’t know about her until she came down to my place for the first time, and I introduced her to them.
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“What was her name again Jarred?” Dameon asked.
“Yeah Jarred, who was that blonde you introduced us to the other day?” Mike almost shouted at me.
“She was hot!” Tate exclaimed as he pretended to grab ass.
“Oi, shut up will you, you fucking shitdicks!” I called as I walked away. I had to talk to her.
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“Jarred?” Ali asked, waving her hand about thirty centimetres away from my face, pulling me away from the memory. Thank God. I blinked a few times and looked up at her. She had pulled her hair back into a pony tail, leaving only small pieces out to frame her face. I loved how she could pull her hair back whenever she wanted and no matter how crappy the style was, she always managed to pull it off perfectly.
“Yes?” I questioned back, a massive smirk on my face.
“Why are you sitting on the floor in front of the television?”
“I was thinking maybe we could play mine craft and finally finish that house we were building.” I explained. I had forgotten what I was doing; the memory had pulled me from reality.
“Sounds good.” She smiled. I noticed she was holding two plates with a selection of the Chinese food we had bought. I stood up and grabbed the plate with the most food on it, knowing it was mine. Ali didn’t really eat a lot. We moved back to the bed and she sat on the floor with her back up against the end of the bed. I put my plate down and went back to the T.V. and grabbed the remote and 2 PlayStation controllers. I sat down and passed Ali a controller and she gave me a fork in return. She let out a laugh at the exchange and I couldn’t help but smile. She was laughing and smiling but they still seemed somewhat strained and I could tell something was worrying her.
“Did you want to Skype a couple of your friends?” I asked her, hoping to get her mind off of whatever was worrying her.
“Okay, yeah,” she smiled, a genuine smile, “can we Skype Gabby?”
“Yeah, up to you.” I had connected her phone to the internet at my place the first time she came over, although she barely used it. Every time we were together she lost her phone because she wouldn’t use it. She stood up and went over to her bag.
“Where is my stupid piece of shit phone?!” she cried out after a few minutes of digging through her bags. I stood up and walked over to the side of my bed that she usually slept on.
“Ali.” I said, pulling her phone from the charger and taking it with me back to where we were sitting beforehand,
“What?” she almost snapped. She turned and looked at me. I held her phone up and laughed a little, relief clear on her features.
“It was on charge next to my bed.” I explained as she made her way over to me. She pulled her headphones out of her pocket and sat down at the same time I did. I grabbed one head phone from her and placed it in my ear while she unlocked her phone and logged into Skype. The next thing I knew it was ringing and we heard a questioning hello.
“Gabby!” Ali half yelled.
“Fuck Ali, loud enough?” Gabby laughed. I laughed at Ali’s expression. It was very smug and I could feel the smartass radiating off her.
“Ali, no.” I warned.
“Awh but Jarred…” she whined. I knew what she was thinking, and she knew I knew. She was going to yell as loud as she could and completely bust her friends’ ears, or worse – her speakers.
“Ali!? You’re with Jarred?!” Gabby practically screeched from the other end of the call.
“Yeah.” Ali and I said at the same time. We all laughed a little at that.
“How many times have you done the dirty?” Gabby laughed, Ali looked at me as if asking for approval.
“All night, every night baby.” I laughed. Ali slapped my arm and tried to be angry with me but she couldn’t stop laughing. Her face was bright red. I loved it when she blushed.
“Aliiiiiii!” Gabby laughed, again.
“Gabbyyy!” Ali mimicked, still being a smartass.
“What would I do without you.” I whispered to Ali, kissing her neck.
“Hey Gabby,” Ali almost choked out, “I’ll call you back later. Something has come up.”
I laughed at Ali’s choice of words, something had come up alright. Fuck, had it come up.
“Okay, bye Ali.” Gabby sadly said.
“Bye.” Ali practically breathed. I hit end call and took the headphone out of my ear. Ali took the headphone out of her ear as well. My breath was hot on her neck, and goose bumps were rising all down her arms and legs.
“Food,” I groaned in frustration into her neck upon hearing her stomach growl, “eat.”
“But…”
“No but’s. You need to eat something.” I concluded sternly. I didn’t want her to eat, I wanted her on me and around me but I wasn’t about to deny her what she needed for what I wanted. I was selfish but not that selfish.
“Food later, you now.” She argued, and with the tone she was using, I knew I wasn’t going to win. She would play all her cards until she got what she wanted, and if she didn’t win, she would ignore me until I gave in. She had a lot of power over me, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.
“But baby, you need to eat something.” I tried, okay well not very hard but I still tried, and that’s what mattered, right?
“No but’s.” she used my own words against me. Okay, now that’s fucking cruel. I had no arguments so I crossed my arms over my chest and attempted to concentrate on whatever was playing on T.V. I still hadn’t set mine craft up yet.
Ali moved so she was sitting across my waist, she leaned into me and put her mouth just inches away from my neck and breathed out heavily. Her breath was hot against my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. Hello boner express, I thought to myself. I almost gave into her, but her stomach growled again, a clear sign she needed food.
“No, you need to eat something.” I shakily breathed.
“No I don’t. I’m not hungry.” She argued, moving her mouth to connect it with mine.
“Not hungry for food you mean.” I mumbled into her mouth. I was getting harder and harder by the second.
“You don’t want me?” she asked, pulling her face away from mine and looking at me with the most sullen eyes ever. For fucks sakes.
“God fucking Damnit.” I whispered to myself. Lucky for me the jumper she was wearing was a button up jacket and her pyjama pants were short. I rolled us over so she was under me, but her legs were still around my waist. Supporting her upper body weight with my arms, I awkwardly picked us both up and all but threw us down onto my bed. She unwrapped her legs from my torso and moved up to the top of the bed, peeling off her pants as she did so. I took my shirt off and joined her. I instantly connected my mouth to hers and grabbed one of her boobs from under the jacket with one hand and her ass with the other. Her hands buried themselves in my hair and she ever so gently tugged at it. I moaned slightly into her mouth and was rewarded with her hands removing themselves from my hair and down to my pants. She was trying to undo them, but it was hard because our bodies were pressed together so tightly there was barely any room for her hands. But she still managed to get it. Her hands soon after moved to my back and she dug her nails into my skin and scratched, leaving raised thick lines up and across my back as I got lost inside of her.
It wasn’t just sex for me with her. It never was. I mean sure I had slept with a lot of girls in the past, and I mean a lot of fucking girls, but none of them like Ali. None of them even came close to her. I moulded with Ali. We were in our own alternate universe. Just me and Ali and nothing could ever touch us.
What was she doing to me?
This girl, fuck I loved her.