Tease (Tease 1)

“Yeah? Well I’ll forever think of you as the girl who slipped and fell face-first into a pile of horse shit when we were ten.”

Her eyes grew wide as she burst out laughing. “Oh my god, I’d totally forgotten about that! And I wouldn’t have slipped if you hadn’t have pushed me,” she accused, dissolving into giggles.

“I did no such thing,” I protested, stepping in front of her. “I was all

the way over on the other side. You tripped over your own damn feet, you clumsy girl.”

She looked up at me, her eyes dancing with amusement. “You didn’t seem to have a problem putting that image out of your head the day before I left, down behind the shed,” she said lightly, raising her eyebrows.

My lips curved into a grin as I wondered where she was going with this.

“See, what I think is when you think of me, you imagine me sucking on your cock.”

My mouth dropped open as she reached down, her fingers brushing past my now very erect cock.

“That’s what I thought,” she whispered, leaning toward me.

Pulling her toward me until her body pressed up against mine, I took her face in my hands, my fingers taking in her soft skin as my mouth explored hers. Kissing those lips was everything I’d dreamed they would be: soft, sexy, and so smooth. I could have stood there tasting her lips all night.

I ran my fingers down her neck, my grip tightening around her shirt. I yanked it roughly, the material ripping apart at the seams, buttons flying everywhere. Sliding my arms around her back, I leaned over and kissed her neck while unclasping her bra, my hands relishing on the feel of the curve of her back against my skin. Her breasts tumbled out as though they were crying for my touch. I groaned as I placed my mouth over her nipple, sucking furiously.

“Oh yeah,” she gasped.

“Come with me.” I grabbed her hand and led her into my bedroom. Shutting the door, I turned back to her and eased the sleeves of her top down her arms. Then I lowered the straps of her bra until they fell away, leaving her breasts completely exposed.

“You’re so beautiful,” I mumbled, tilting her neck so I could run my tongue down the length of it. I kissed her again as I tried to comprehend how crazy this girl was driving me. She kissed me back with just as much passion and urgency before finally pulling away from me.

“Not here, Coop. I want to…but not yet,” she whispered. She closed her eyes as if it had taken all her strength to pull away from me just then.

I nodded, my fingers cradling her jaw. “It’s probably for the best,” I mumbled, leaning in to kiss her again. “I mean, you and I, it’s probably a bad idea…” Our lips connected in another long kiss, her tongue wrestling mine in such a way that I could only wonder how amazing it would feel circling its way around my cock.

She sighed, resting her head against mine as her eyes met mine. She reached for her shirt and slipped it back on, not bothering to button it back up. She reached her hand up to smooth out her hair.

“I better go, Coop.” She hesitated before kissing me softly.

I watched as she stood up and left the room without looking back.

Fuck. That could have gone a little better.

I walked to the bedroom, annoyed with myself for not showing more control. Talk about making things awkward—I’d pretty much just mauled her in the living room only to be shot down. My pride was hurt, but not only that, seeing Mia this weekend had brought to surface all the unresolved feelings I’d shoved deep inside of me when she’d left twelve years ago.

Stripping off my clothes, I climbed into bed, confused by my feelings. I hadn’t seen the girl for so long that she should not have been having this—or any—effect on me. But she did. The thing was, I was feeling all this for a teenage girl I’d once had a crush on, not the sexy, beautiful brunette I’d been kissing tonight. Twenty-six-year-old Mia I knew nothing about. People change. I’d changed. I was far from the shy boy I was back then—though you wouldn’t know it, seeing me around her.

I closed my eyes and imagined she was standing in front of me. That face…that body…my hand moved down my stomach until it gripped my girth. Slowly, I began to work my fist as obscene thoughts of what I wanted to do to her began filtering through my mind.

I imagined her lying on the bed beside me, naked, her flawless skin up against mine. God, I could almost smell the musky scent of her perfume. I remembered how sweet her lips had tasted. Kissing her had been every bit as amazing as I’d imagined it would be.

Slowly, I’d trace my fingers up her thigh, enjoying watching her squirm at my touch. Her head would tilt toward mine as I leaned over to kiss her. Our lips would meet with an urgency and a passion unlike anything I’d ever felt. My finger would slowly move over the outside of her pussy, the softest touch providing her with so much pleasure. She’d gasp, her mouth forming a perfect O as I brought her to the very edge of orgasming.

My hand moved rapidly over the length of my dick as I imagined my finger sliding inside of her, feeling her. Her body would tense, gripping my finger, her hips thrusting forward.

I gasped as I released, the sticky warm substance trickling over my fingers and rolling down my wrist. I breathed heavily as I reached for some tissues to clean myself up. I rolled over, my breathing still rapid, her still on my mind. It had been so long since I had gotten myself off that I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

I got up early the next morning and left Nic a note saying I had to get back for work. It wasn’t a complete lie—I did have to work, but that wasn’t the reason I was leaving at seven in the morning. It had a lot to do with a certain brown-haired beauty that I’d almost fucked the night before.

Why I felt the need to avoid her, I wasn’t entirely certain. Sure, things had gotten awkward fast last night after that kiss, but by leaving, wasn’t I just postponing the inevitable? I mean, she was moving in with me any day. Maybe I should’ve just sucked it up and dealt with the problem then and there, instead of letting it stew for a few days.

Too late now.