Chapter Nineteen

Celia “Celia, what do you mean you’ve moved in with a boy?” My mom was horrified on the other end.

“It’s not like that, Mom. Calm down.” Well, not exactly like that I thought to myself as I glanced over at Keith. He was cooking a vegetarian dinner for us, and she’d called as I waited. “I had an incident with my roommate.”

“What happened, honey? Are you alright?” I could feel her concern over the miles that separated us.

“I’m fine. She just…” I sighed and looked up at Keith. He smiled a smile that told me to be brave. “She cut all my hair off while I was asleep.”

“But that’s assault. Or battery. One of those. Isn’t it?” Mom sounded near to hysterical, so I knew I had to calm her down.

“It’s being taken care of, Mom. Calm down.”

“But baby, things like that aren’t supposed to happen. And who is this boy?”

I heard my Nan in the background, cackling. She would love this.

“A boy I started seeing, Mom. I’ll send you a picture later, yes.” I said with exasperation. “Look, he’s making us dinner. I’ll send you an email later with the address here, and a GPS location, okay? And yes, pictures too.” I laughed at her last prompt for pictures and told her goodbye.

“She alright?” Keith asked as he sautéed onions to make a gravy with.

“I think so. She’s so nervous about me being so far away.”

“As she should be. The world can be dangerous, for all of us.” He swished the onions in the pan with a flick of his wrist and went back to letting them cook. I walked over to him and put my arm around his waist.

“Have I said thank you today?” I asked him and looked up with a happy face.

“A million times. You’re welcome.” He kissed my nose and smiled. “Are you sure you don’t mind my hair?”

“I think it’s sweet that you wanted to cut yours in solidarity with me, but it wasn’t necessary.” I bounced up to kiss his cheek and stepped away. “I needed that nap I had while you were out, though.”

“I thought you might. That must have been terrifying to wake up to and find out that she did that while you were sleeping.”

“It was. But you’ve saved me from any more of her games.” I went to the small table in the kitchen and set two plates down, along with the silverware and two wine glasses. He’d taken a bottle of red wine out of the cellar and opened it to breathe. Whatever that meant.

We had two glasses each over the rather delicious meal he made and were both giggling by the time we’d cleared the dishes and went into the living room. I glanced at the couch and felt my cheeks flame. The spot where he’d taken my virginity. I’d love that couch for the rest of my life.

When we first got to the house earlier, he’d shown me to my room, on the second floor. I had my own bathroom up there, and there were a few other rooms that he said were empty. He’d explained about the house then, how his parents had died and left it to him. It broke my heart to think of him here alone, but I knew he hadn’t been alone at all in the last week.

We’d been together every moment I wasn’t at work or in class. We’d even studied together when we weren’t naked together.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to shower. I need to get today off of me,” I whispered as he led me into the room.”

“That’s fine. I need to do a little classwork anyway. Take your time.” He kissed me softly and I left him to go upstairs. I didn’t even know which room was his, but he’d said it was downstairs. I showered quickly, combed my hair, and went back downstairs. I checked the clock and saw that I’d taken less than twenty minutes. With a happy bounce to my step, I went back down the stairs.

I found Keith in the living room, a textbook in hand.

“You’re naked,” he noted with a smile.

“I am,” I replied simply. I wanted to seduce him, in my own way. Even if that was a simple way. “That could be dangerous.” His eyes were on mine, and I felt my heart race in my chest.

“How so, Keith? I can put clothes on if you’d like.” It was a dare. A play my game with me dare I made with my offer to dress.

“Well, I’m trying to study, but all I can think about is being between your thighs, Celia.” The admission came out with a slight smile as if he’d just dared me. Had he, I wondered?

The man was intelligent, I doubted he needed to study at all. Had he just dared me to distract him from his studies?

“Is this too much for you, Keith? Do you want me to go back to my dorm?” I couldn’t keep the anxiety out of my voice. I didn’t want to leave but he was used to being alone. I’d meant it jokingly, but as the moment hung, I wondered.

He looked me up and down, from head to toe, his eyes growing darker with desire as he looked at me. “No, Celia, I don’t want to leave. Don’t you get it, yet?” He pulled me down to the couch, on top of him as his lips captured mine for one single hot kiss before he broke away. “I haven’t had enough of you, not nearly enough.”

His lips crashed down onto mine as I leaned into him, my legs tight around his hips.

“Come with me,” I said as I retreated suddenly and pulling at his hand.

I wanted to let my senses go. To do nothing other than feel, but I wanted to do it in my bed, not on the couch again. I loved the couch but I really liked fucking in beds too. A bed he’d given me. I wouldn’t forget that.

Keith picked me up as I came up to the stairs and I screeched a little with surprise. He held me to his chest as he walked up the stairs without even breaking a sweat or breathing hard. He pushed open the door to my room and carried me to the bed.

“This is your choice, Celia. We don’t have to do this, and I don’t want you to feel that you’re under any obligation here. Although, I suppose it’s hard not to, isn’t it?” He laughed at himself a little and then leaned down over me. “Are you sure?”

Anticipation knotted my stomach, and I knew what he meant. He wanted to be sure I was fucking him out of want and not out of obligation. I finally swallowed and held my hand up to him, placing my hand on his covered chest.

“I don’t want anything else, right now, Keith. Please, just fuck me.”

He moaned as he fell onto me gently, our mouths locked together as hunger flared into a desire that burned between us.

I couldn’t believe it, but I actually growled as I pushed him over onto his back, my dominant side coming out with this new role in my life. I was someone’s live-in girlfriend.

“Let me undress you,” I said as I pushed at his hands and tugged his sweater away before I crawled down his body.

I let my nipples drag along his skin as I moved along and moaned at the contact.

My right hand danced a slow tease, from his mouth, over a nipple, and down the plane of his flat hard stomach, following the trail my mouth took.

I could hear the sounds he made as he grew restless with his own anticipation. I thought I knew him well enough now to know that he was eager to throw me on my back and do exactly what I’d just done to him.

I smiled when I pushed down his jeans and found he wore no underwear. I let my lips smooth down the length of his wide cock. He was watching me with eager eyes and he didn’t even blink when my fingers wrapped around his length.

I felt his cock throb in my hand, the deep thrum of his blood as it sang in his veins as his excitement grew.

“Are you going to suck it or stare at it all night, Celia?” he finally asked, his voice alive with a new dare.

“Hmm.” I looked down at his cock and wondered how I should respond. “I think I’ll suck you dry for that, young man.” And then I commenced doing just that.