“I believe—I know that ghosts have wandered the Earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It’s unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!” — Heathcliff Earnshaw.
Not believing what I had just heard, I titled my head to the side, indicating him to repeat whatever he said again. Refusing to look me in the eye, he shuffled his feet muttering something I couldn’t comprehend. “You're very attractive, and I was umm, wondering if maybe we can…”, trailing off hesitatingly, he tilted his head back as if to feel the cold moonlight paint his softly curved facial features.
“Have sex?” Arching an eyebrow, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, hijacking his attention within no time at all. A blush crept to his cheeks, slightly tainting them a shade of faint pink. Silence stretched like a taut rubber band, as I watched him turn to me with a vivid expression on his face.
“Yeah, I mean, we can be friends, still. I don’t know if I could explain it, really. Do you get what I mean? You're obviously not straight because I have heard otherwise.” Warm hazel eyes peered to look up at me, with an effort to understand what I was thinking.
Ah, sex. I already was sex addicted, so there was no hiding that anymore. Plus, it helped me let out steam. Morever, Jeremy was one beautiful piece of ass. The offer was good, and maybe if Alexander came to know that I and his close friend were fucking, he'd finally get off my back and let my mind be at peace. That was win-win.
“Friends with benefits is the phrase you're searching for, Jeremy. And yes, why not? I can't see any possible harm in that.” His shoulders slumped back in relief, and he was finally breathing like normal again. I didn’t even realize that he was holding his breath until now.
“Would you like to come to my place? If you want to, of course. I'm not moving too fast for your liking, am I?” His voice was tinged with a bit of fear and impatience that turned me on. I loved keeping people on the edge. Someone taking me for granted is the last thing that was acceptable to me.
“Fast or slow, I like the direction we're headed towards.” A salacious wink from my side sealed the deal, when I offered him a lop sided grin, making him let out a chuckle.
This would be a fun night, if not anything else. It's not like I preferred dating boys over girls. It was simply because I broke up with Jenna about one week back, if you'd even call it a relationship because there were no feelings or emotions on my side of it. Even though, the break up was hard and messy because she wasn’t ready to accept the fact that I was never in love with her.
All those conversations between us had drained me emotionally and physically. I tried to avoid answering all her confrontations about me being cold by offering some hot make up sex. But this couldn’t go on forever, could it? After all, even I was fed up of making her understand that relationships weren’t my thing. Under these circumstances, friends with benefits seemed like the perfect way to cool off.
Before I could realize it, Jeremy was driving us to his apartment which he said was ten blocks from the bar. The car pulled over infront of the building's parking lot, when I hoped down from the vehicle, slamming the door close behind me. The other guy smiled at me as if he could feel the enthusiasm resonating from my body.
And there I was, in his room, taking off my shirt as he slammed the door shut behind me. I strutted towards him, closing in the distance between us, before locking my lips with his. The kiss was affectionate and sweet. My lips pulled on his, with him throwing his hands over my waist, pulling me closer. Within a jiffy, I had pulled my shirt off, along with his, my eager eyes scanning for the bed.
Guiding him to his own bed, I pressed myself on his body, with him trailing his hands all over mg back. Desire rushed in my veins, as I took control of the situation, flipping him over on his back, unzipping my pants at the same time. I was in no mood for foreplay, and wanted to go rough. Very rough.