“Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature.” — Catherine Earnshaw.
Last week was spent with me and Roulette opening up to eachother, sharing random texts during classes, throwing glances at the other during swimming practice. I believed he wasn’t the relationship kind of guy just like me, because we were both struggling with what to tell the other, our vocabulary running short, impatience getting the better of us. The discomfort reflected off certain conversations when we would just say ‘fuck it, I miss you’ or ‘I am thinking about you’ or ‘Where are you now?’. But clearly, I had avoided having sex with him at all costs no matter how alluring the topic might be, because I still needed time to do this thing with him. Though none of us mentioned if we were actually together or not. Moreover, today was Cole's party.
I was still staying at Julie's, so I would need to sneak out when she left, because she didn’t like the idea of me overconsuming booze in parties. But, was there ever enough booze? No. Jeremy had contacted me thrice during this period, often about how I was doing and all that. I returned the favor and texted back whenever he did; sometimes even initiating the conversation. Though, neither of us mentioned my ongoing thing with Alexander, and nor about the time when we fell out. Peeking in the drawing room, I made sure that my mother hen of a sister had left. Opening the closet, I slipped on a tight black shirt which hugged my body in the right ways, along with a slim fit jeans which clung to my legs. Applying a generous amount of hair gel, I slicked the straight brown hair backwards, letting a few strands fall on the forehead. I shoved a pair of black sneakers on my feet, perking up at what stared back at me from the mirror. Damn, I did look good.
Roulette was picking me up, so I exited the building, locking the door from outside, later on putting the keys back in my jeans pocket. I stood on the porch, sticking my head out towards the road that passed by the house, looking for my ride. Soon enough, a black Mercedes pulled up in front of my sister's house. The soft red light of the dusk fell on the shiny metallic surface, reflecting it on my face. The car window rolled down a moment later, “Get in, Harris.”
Fixating my eyes on him, I pulled the door open, adjusting myself on the high backed seat beside the driver’s, after which I closed the door behind me. He was wearing a navy blue dress shirt that filled in his shoulders, flaunting his muscles. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, giving the viewers a worthy sight of the strong arms which I knew by the back of my hand. His strong cologne filled in the space between us, as his grey eyes flickered to look at me, “Like what you see?” The husky tone of his voice washed over me, making me twitch on my seat. A dark red tie was clasped between the two ends of his shirt collar, which he pulled down to let in some air.
“What happened, Harris? Cat got your tongue?” He leaned in, bringing his face close to mine, when I grabbed a handful of his shirt, harshly pulling him in my direction. My mouth had barely opened under his, when he swiftly retaliated, placing himself back on the seat. My eyes widened, my hands clutching the leather cover on the seats at being rejected.
“What the fuck?” I growled, utterly annoyed and displeased at such a conduct. He had been trying to seduce me for over a week now, without me giving in. And now that I wanted him to fuck me in the car, he was blowing me off?
“What? You said you needed space,” He taunted, reminding me of my own words as his foot pressed on the accelerator, causing the vehicle to move with a decent amount of speed, “Or, are you finally losing it?” His smirk darkened, his gaze fixed on the road before us. My nostrils flared at such unwonted modesty.
“Fuck you,” I sneered, forcing myself to look out of the window, “We're almost there, Tobias. Just need to have patience till you can.” He retorted in a mocking manner, his left hand slithering over to my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. I almost yelped at the sudden touch, not wanting to be the next victim of blue balls. The warm finger pads created circles over the jeans, directly sending signals to my brain which sighed under the tremendous torment.
I glowered at him with an intense vivacity, while he let out a haughty chuckle, pissing me off even more, “Mhmmm…get what you did to me since last week?” He mused, his free hand travelling up to my crotch, desperately rubbing itself on my hardening shaft. I bit my bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan that might escape. Pitifully I glanced at him, my body aching to feel him inside me, “Please.”
His smirk widened, “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.” The words sounded so pathetic, that it almost made me flip at my own self. But, whatever vestigial logic my brain had for not fucking him, my body knew better, “Not so soon, Tobias. You pushed me way too far since the last few days. Two can play at this game.”