Page 24 of Yours

Ellis drives a black Lexus SUV that smells new. It’s the nicest car I’ve ever been in but I try not to show it. Ellis quickly snaps on all the heat buttons, and the air quickly warms, as does my butt due to the seat heater. I’m amazed that it can work so fast. I direct Ellis to my house.

“You have a good time tonight?” Ellis asks over the rock music playing in the background. The sound system is so crisp it feels like I’m at a concert. Are there speakers in the ceiling?

“Yeah,” I say, though my mind is replaying Tiffany bent over the queen-sized bed.

“I haven’t played Twister in a million years,” he adds.

“Me neither,” I say automatically even though this is a lie—I don’t know that I’ve ever played it.

“You like football?” he asks. “The Packers are playing tomorrow. We’re having a party at the house if you want to come.”

This hint at something familiar tugs at me. Watching Sunday afternoon football is as much a part of my DNA as the color of my eyes. “Sure,” I say.

“Cool,” he says with a grin. “Kickoff’s at one.”

He pulls up to the curb in front of my house and turns off the engine.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say.

“No problem,” he replies, moving his hand from the flat console to my bare thigh. I stare at it for a moment as shivers run over my skin.

I look up at him just as he leans down to kiss me. His lips taste faintly of alcohol, and I wonder if he had actually been safe to drive me.Where is my head?I think because this is not like me. Ellis kisses me again, the sound of our lips filling up the cab. He slides me closer so that I’m sitting on the console in the center, which is almost wide enough to be a third seat. His hand is stroking higher and higher up my thigh, dangerously close to where I can feel my body responding. Brian’s words ring in my ear:discovering your sexuality is one of the best gifts you can give yourself. But thinking about Brian hurts too much, so I kiss Ellis back and reach for his bare knee. Pretty soon Ellis has his hand inside my sweater, stroking higher and higher up my belly. Even though my head is now pounding, I’m captivated by the sensations zipping through me. I think of Tiffany again and wonder how it would feel to have Ellis do the same thing to me.

Just then Ellis glides a hand over my left nipple. I gasp into his mouth. He feels the other one, and I caress up his thigh, grazing the edge of what feels like soft, cotton briefs. Though I don’t go any farther, I can sense his erection pushing into the thick, fuzzy fabric of his costume.

“Let’s go inside,” he says.

This is new territory for me, having a guy in my house. Since Tiffany broke up with her long-distance boyfriend from back home, she’s had guys over a few times. Thankfully I use earplugs to sleep.

I unlock the door and step inside the dark kitchen. Ellis follows and closes the door behind me. I get a nervous moment of indecision. Should I try to keep him out of my room? But then Ellis is unzipping my coat and shrugging out of his. He pulls me close, and we stand in the middle of the living room, our bodies pressing together with Ellis stroking my ass over the skirt.

He grabs me by the hand and leads me down the hall. “Which room is yours?” he asks, peeking into the first one, which belongs to Tiffany.

I point to the next door, and Ellis pulls me to the doorway. Thank goodness I’m a bit of a neat freak because my room looks ten times better than Tiffany’s. I almost sigh with how glad I am to be here, in my own space. My head feels a little heavy, probably from what I put in my system tonight. I should drink some water.

Ellis shuffles me to my bed, kissing me. His tongue slides between my lips, making me breathless because he’s going faster, not letting me come up for air. We reach the edge of my bed, and Ellis tugs my sweater up. I extend my arms to help him pull it all the way off, then shiver a little even though I’m not cold.

A little warning bell is starting to sound in the back of my brain, but it’s easy to ignore because Ellis unbuckles his belt and steps out of his costume. He comes back to hold me, and I can feel his hardness pressing against my skirt. His chest is warm and strong. I want to slow down and feel him hold me while we kiss, but his hands are fumbling with my skirt’s zipper. I realize we haven’t talked about what we’re doing, or what we’re not doing. I don’t think sleeping with Ellis is a good idea. But I also know how good it’s felt having his attention—after months of being practically invisible. It’s all so confusing and hard to figure out, especially when Ellis is sliding my panties down.

He swirls his finger around and it feels good but it’s too fast. I can feel his breathing quicken in my mouth. I’m about to tell him that maybe we should pause, that my head hurts and maybe tonight’s not such a perfect night for this, when he urges me back on the bed and climbs between my legs. I realize he’s now naked.

My brain is now in full alarm mode. “Wait,” I say. “Do you have…” What I really want to say iswait, I’m not ready for this, but asking about birth control sounds less prudish.

“Don’t worry, I’m clean,” he says, spreading my knees with his hips. I feel the tip of him dangerously close.

“But…” I protest.

“I won’t come inside you,” he says, and just like that he slides inside me.

It’s fast and hot and burns a little. Even though my juices had started flowing, I must have needed a little more time.

Ellis gets all the way in. I turn my face to the side, grimacing.

He glides back but goes too far and comes completely out of me. When he arches back in, he sort of misses so that when his cock finally finds my opening, his thrust is forceful and thick. I have to bite my lip because this time it hurts.

He starts moving faster, his hips pressed against mine. I start to wish for it to end, closing my eyes tight.

Ellis starts to pant in time with his thrusts until I feel his body tense. He pulls out of me and grabs his dick, jerking it until his white cum erupts all over my stomach. He kneels in front of me, a blank look on his face. He climbs off the bed, and I watch his firm backside disappear to the bathroom across the hall. After a moment where I lay there, my mind still not quite comprehending what just happened, he returns with a handful of tissues. This feels like the nicest thing he’s done for me all night, and I take them gratefully, wiping his cold goo off my skin.

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