Promise Me

That was all he needed to hear. He carried me to his room. No lights. No remorse. No ceremony. Ronan tossed me on his bed. I bounced a little while I watched as he removed his jeans. He was hard like a Greek statue. Everything about him, not just his cock. He grinned at me. Then Ronan crawled across my body. His weight pressed me into the mattress. He was hard and thick and he was about to enter me.

I should have thought of condoms. I didn’t. I was looking into his pale, green eyes. Lost in their depths. Seeing only the raw lust in Ronan’s gaze. Wanting him as desperately as he wanted me. We had both lost all reason. Condoms, protection. Not even discussed.

I separated my thighs letting his body slide between my legs. His hand slipped beneath me so he could hold me closer as he thrust hard into me. I arched my body wanting to take all of him inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and clutched at his back, pressing my fingers into his firm skin.

He was slow and deliberate in his movements. Our lips crashed into each other whenever they could. His forehead rested next to my head and his lips were near my ear. The dirty things he said to me that normally would embarrass me didn’t. I was so lost in the haze of lust that he had started; those words he whispered to me only fueled my passion.

Ronan withdrew from me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He slapped my bare ass leaving a slow burn. “You do have a fine ass Skylar O’Halloran.” I glared at him over my shoulder. I rose up on all fours and pressed back into his body. I was aching for him; urging him to finish what he had started. His eyebrow rose over his barely open eyes. He pushed my legs even further apart. I had to lay my head against the coolness of his sheets to steady myself.

He touched me, gently. Rubbing his hand across my gaping pussy. I almost slid down to the mattress with Ronan’s caress. Then he slid inside me. The angle let him touch me in places that left me struggling to breath in air. My body feeling things I had never felt before. He pushed me flat onto the mattress with the weight of his body. Ronan thrust. I groaned. This position made me tighter around his cock. “Jesus, Skylar. You are so fucking tight,” he gasped.

I was. With each thrust of his body into mine it was almost painful. Ronan’s arms laid over top of mine. His fingers interlaced with my fingers. We were both breathing hard. I was gasping with the weight of his body pressing into me. He thrust hard. I moaned. His body tensed. He groaned deep in his throat as he found release in me.

Ronan wrapped his arms around me rolling onto his side taking me with him so that we were both laying on our sides. He had come inside me, hard and fast. We were trying to just let our breathing return to normal. Let our hearts stop racing. “That was fucking amazing,” he drawled. Then he kissed my neck.

He hadn’t let me go. I clutched at his arms wrapped around me. I held onto him with a sense of urgency. Afraid of what we had done. Afraid of what he might be feeling. I treasured the friendship that we had shared since we were little kids. Would it be awkward in the morning? Was I supposed to stay? I gave Ronan a little push and his arms let me go. I gave him another push and he rolled flat onto his back. He was already asleep.

I propped myself up on my elbow and stared down at him. He was beautiful, naked and asleep. His long lashes caressed the golden skin of his cheek. His hair slightly tousled.

Now what?

I thought I should go. Wait and see if he called me next week to have lunch. That would determine whether it was going to be awkward between us. I would never forget this night. As I stared at Ronan Moore, I knew that the love I felt was real love. Stupid of me, I knew but the lunches with him over the last three years had done me in. The sex was the sinker. I was done for. He was going to be hard to get over. Maybe at the end of the year when we went our separate ways. No more lunches together. No running into each other downtown on a Friday night at The Banks or at the Square listening to music.

I slipped out of bed and went to the living room. I gathered my clothes that were scattered across the entrance. I dressed quickly; sore from our lovemaking. A good kind of sore, you know. I glanced over my shoulder at the bedroom. When I was fully clothed, I went back to check on Ronan. He was on his stomach. His bare ass staring me straight in the face.

I walked into the room and I touched the curve of his behind. He didn’t stir. I covered him with a blanket from the foot of the bed. Then I leaned down, brushed his hair from his face and kissed his cheek.

**

Tuesday at eleven, I walked out of my Adolescent Development class. Spring Break was over and done with. The only excitement I had during the week off was in Ronan’s bed.

My phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw Ronan’s number. Yesterday, I kept looking at my phone all day worried that he wouldn’t call me and scared that he would call.

“Hey Skybug.” His deep, husky voice filled my ear reminding me of the naughty things he had whispered to me in his bed.

“Ronan,” I responded when I answered the call.

“I’m saving you a seat at our spot,” he said. His tone teasing and friendly. Nothing awkward yet. Maybe he was saving it for in person.

“I’ll be there in ten. I have to walk across campus.”

I breathed in and out. Calming myself as I strolled across the rather large campus that made up the University of Cincinnati. I could see him sitting at our usual table when I arrived. A private corner near the window. He had already purchased lunch for us. He stood and waved at me. Damn, he looked as scrumptious in a cotton, green t-shirt and jeans as he did naked in his bed on Saturday night. When I approached he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

“How was Spring break?” He asked.

I glanced up at him puzzled by that question. “Just fine.” I sat in the chair right next to him just like I always did and sat my bag on the floor.

“Hey, Stokes said we ran into you at Hot Shot on Saturday night.” His statement was casual and off-handed.

“You did. You don’t remember?” I frowned at him.

He had just bitten into his sandwich. He shook his head and gave me a sheepish look. “Sorry babe. I was wasted. Blowing off steam before we hit the books hard again.”

“What’s Stokes’ excuse?” I asked.

His green eyes twinkled at me. “He just likes to party.”

“What did he say?” I asked casually. I ate some of my sandwich. Took a sip of my tea.