The Crush

Jace: I’m sorry I missed your text. I was in the middle of a long conversation with Dad. I finally told him everything…about what happened a decade ago.

Farrah: Oh my God. Wow. Why tonight?

Jace: The old man wouldn’t go to damn sleep. Then he started prying about you and me. Before I knew it, I was bawling and talking about the past.

Farrah: I’m sorry you cried...but it’s good to let it out. I’m glad you did.

Jace: So, back to your original question.

Farrah: Never mind. It was impulsive. I know it’s late.

Jace: Um, the answer is “fuck yes.” It’s never too late to see you. I can be there in twenty minutes. Is Nathan sleeping?

Farrah: Yes.

Jace: That’s a good place for him.

Farrah: LOL. Not that I care what he thinks anymore, but text me when you get here and I’ll let you in. I’d prefer he stay sleeping.

Jace: Be there soon.

My father was finally snoring, so I left him a note explaining where I’d gone in case he got up and didn’t find me. I could only imagine the wiseass comments he’d make tomorrow. He’d be happy for me, though; that I knew.

The ride back to Farrah’s seemed to take forever.

When I finally parked in front of their house, I texted.

Jace: Here.

Feeling like I was walking on air, I made my way to the door and waited.

A couple of minutes later, she opened and placed her index finger over her mouth.

My heart pounded as Farrah led the way.

Once inside her room, I noticed she was fidgeting. Taking her hand, I prompted her to sit down next to me on the bed.

“What’s up, beautiful? I would’ve thought this was a booty call, but you look way too nervous for that.”

“I am nervous...”

“Don’t be nervous. Talk to me.”

“When you left, it was torture because all I wanted was to be near you tonight. It scares me a little.”

“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want, Farrah. Because it’s most definitely the same thing I want.”

“I didn’t call you over here to talk. But I feel weird saying it…asking for it.”

My dick rose to attention.

“Let me try to decipher what you want to convey, then—so you don’t have to say a thing. May I?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Okay, so…here’s what’s happening.” I took a deep breath. “You want me. But you don’t want to give me the wrong idea...because understandably, I haven’t earned your trust back yet. You’re still not sure letting me in is the right thing. But when you’re around me, your body remembers. It remembers that it belongs to me. You want me inside of you, even if your mind is telling you otherwise. You can feel how much I want you, too. And that only makes it worse. Am I right?”

Farrah licked her lips and nodded. “Yes.”

“And you called me here tonight because you want me to fuck you like I used to, without drawing any conclusions about what it all means. You want pure, unbridled, raw fucking with no words. You just want to get lost in me without worrying for once.”

She closed her eyes and breathed, “Yes.”

“I can do that, Farrah. I can so do that for as long as you need me to. I just want to make you feel good. Screw putting a label on it. We never have to label it if you don’t want to.”

Her chest heaved. “We have to be quiet. Not that I’m hiding from Nathan, but I’d prefer he not wake up and find you here.”

“I mean, as of late, we’re known more for our screaming.” I winked. “But I can do quiet if you can?”

She stood no chance of answering that question because before she could say anything, my mouth was on hers. The warmth of her breath and her familiar taste were my own personal heaven.

I spoke over her lips. “Forget about all the reasons this is a bad idea. Just be with me. Relax your body and let me do the work.”

She fell back onto the bed, and I hovered over her, spreading her knees apart.

“Oh my God,” she muttered as I lowered my mouth and buried my face in her pussy.

She winced in pleasure, pulling on my hair. “Yes,” she breathed. “You’re mouth feels so good. I’d forgotten how amazing it is.”

“You don’t know anything yet,” I said as I flicked my tongue along her clit.

Moving back, I circled my thumb through her arousal before slipping my fingers inside of her. She let out a sound that bordered on too loud. I groaned before taking her delicious mound into my mouth again, savoring every bit of her flavor.

“I missed this so much,” I whispered over her tender flesh.

She threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled to guide my movements.

I stuck my tongue deeper inside of her, pushing in and out while she moved under me.