Being Kalli(26)

Nate, oblivious to our exchange, says, “I believe you weren’t meant to say that aloud.”

I marvel at his abs and slightly defined arms. They don’t look like a zillion potatoes shoved under his skin like some self-absorbed gym junkie’s would, ready to explode. He looks so natural but it’s impossible a guy can look this jaw-dropping with so little effort.

“No.” I reach out to poke his abs. All real. I fall back onto the end of his bed. “I meant to say that aloud.”

He rubs his face in his palms and mumbles something that sounds similar to “Loves to embarrass me”.

He’s quicker getting changed for the rest of his outfit.

“My turn,” I say.

“Huh?”

I answer this way: I peel off my stilettos, shimmy off my jeans and look up. “To torture you.”

“Fuck off,” Nate says, spinning around and throwing some item of clothing over his roomie’s head. “Study the fucking book that way.” Nate points to the wall the desk is facing, though the guy can’t see anyway, blinded.

Nate stands there frozen, staring at me, at the length of my legs, up to my thighs, up to the apex of my inner thighs. I turn and bend to get my high-waisted mini from my change bag. I know his roomie is probably too embarrassed to look, and anxious about the chance of getting caught. Nate would absolutely pound him if he peeked. So, I continue to torture Nate, and Nate alone.

I’m aware my ass is up in the air for him to see as I bend down, knees locked together. Even with my head down here, I know my legs look impossibly long and I feel powerful knowing he’s ogling between them. Standing, I shimmy my hips to get the skirt up and zip it up. I grip onto one of Nate’s shoulders for support as I wiggle back into my stilettos.

The whole time his body hasn’t moved a bit. I only realise after I’m in my heels.

“Wha …” I start to say but drift off.

That look. In Nate’s eyes.

It’s like you’ve seen a chocolate cake after a week on the lemon detox diet. I mean, I’m hungry for him too, but it hasn’t been ages since that day on the piano, and we’ve spoken since then, too. That look is Nate full of more lust than I’ve ever seen before.

And then it gets all blurry. He hikes me up and I wrap my legs around his thighs. My mini does not fare well in this and bunches up around my waist. His hands paw at my bare ass while his mouth unleashes an assault of sexual torture, kissing, licking and breathing all down my neck. As I arch back, his hands are occupied kneading my ass.

He slides me down from his waist to his hips where I can understand how much he wants me.

Feeling greedy, I hook my wrist around the back of his neck and make kneading motions with my hips, rising above his hardness, gyrating against his hard belly. I feel his want rise up and nestle back between my ass cheeks. I still need more.

Every time I’ve had sex put together wouldn’t make me as wet as I am now. No guy has ever melted every thought in my mind until all I know is Nate-Nate-Nate.

And I still need more—his touch at the small of my back, his fingers skimming my face, tracing every part of my curves from my neck to my thighs.

His lips cover my mouth, but he doesn’t kiss me, just hovers there until his hands squeeze my ass with so much passion, pain has never felt so erotic. “Kaaaall,” he groans, and then he finds my mouth again and hungrily takes more of lips to lips.

Over his shoulder, his roomie has dropped the T-shirt from over his head, but he’s too stiff around the shoulders and neck to actually be doing any work. It makes my thighs clench, knowing he knows what we’re doing. I should feel sorry for him, but hearing us have dry sex, humping each other, must be getting him off, too.

I move my hands to Nate’s waist and feel his back muscles working, and all I can imagine from here is the view from behind with me curled around. Just to make sure this isn’t some fantasy dream, I dig my nails into his shoulder blades and trail them down with just enough pressure to feel his skin bend under me.

“Holy shit.” It’s Nate’s turn now. He thrusts into me and for that instant, I swear we’ll be bonded as one. No two people have been this close before with clothes on.

This is the Nate I want to unleash. He’s always too careful, too shy, and until recently, I had no idea he wanted this from me. I didn’t even know I wanted this from him. I better have my head screwed on, because I’m sure no other guy will live up to the intense erotic friction between Nate and I right now.

Grabbing me tighter, he shuffles to the bed where in seconds, he’s hovering over me, horizontal on his bed. He stares wistfully into my eyes.