Flying Free (MAC Security 2.50)

“Okay.” He chuckles, pulling back out onto the main road.

Corey reaches for my hand as we walk to the takeout shop, his callouses rubbing against my palm. We wait for our food and then go to Corey’s apartment.

Once we’ve eaten all that we can, we settle back on his couch, watching the movie. My eyes are wide as I watch it, completely engrossed.

“Kay said that Eli wants to watch this,” Corey says after a violent scene.

“Really?” I ask, not taking my eyes off the screen.

“Yeah. No way will she let him watch this though.” He grimaces as the main character cuts his own hand off. “Jesus, are you enjoying this?” He picks up the remote but I dive at him, not wanting him to turn it off.

He holds it above his head and I try to reach for it, climbing all over him while trying to see what’s happening at the same time. “Corey!”

“Okay, Okay!” He pauses it and I look up at him, now just seeing where I am.

“I... err...” I swallow, moving my leg to get off him. My chest is practically in his face and my legs are either side of his.

“Don’t,” he whispers, holding my legs in place.

I swallow, my chest rising and falling harder as his erection presses against me. His hands span wide on my back, his fingertips touching the skin on my stomach. I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.

My fingers run along his biceps, tracing the curves of his muscles and I watch as goose bumps pucker on his skin.

“Corey,” I whisper, moving closer.

“Yeah, baby?” he whispers back, his eyes moving from mine and down to my lips.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, squirming on his lap. “Ah, fuck.” He closes his eyes. “If only you knew what you did to me...”

Chewing on my lip, I wait for him to open his eyes and when he does I almost gasp at the desire burning in them. There is no doubt in my mind that he wants me and damn, I really want him too.

So instead of over thinking and analyzing things like I normally do, I lean forward and kiss him, my hands weaving through his short hair.

He lets me control the pace and for that I’m grateful but at the same time I want him to take control.

Corey shuffles forward, resting on the edge of the couch and stands. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I don’t move my lips from his as he carries me down the hall and into his bedroom.

“I don’t-”

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” he says in answer to my unfinished sentence.

I nod, trusting him completely. Once he’s placed me on the edge of his bed, he grabs his t-shirt at the back of his neck and pulls it off in one fluid movement, my breath catches in my throat as I see his chest; so ripped I could bounce a quarter off it.

His eyes are hooded as he stands next to the bed and slowly lowers down on top of me. I feel the pads of his fingers run down my neck and across my chest, fluttering across my stomach and then gripping onto my hips.

My hands wander, feeling the curves of each of his muscles, his back tenses as I run my nails across it lightly and he growls, diving for my lips.

I grip onto him, afraid that I’ll float away with all of the sensations that he’s causing.

He doesn’t take it any further, we just make out. It’s nice, in fact it’s better than nice; it’s just what I need. He understands that I don’t want to take it any further yet.

After a mammoth make out session, we roll onto our sides and stare at each other, something that we seem to do a lot.

“I should probably go,” I whisper.

“Stay,” he says, pulling me closer.

If I stay will that change things? Will it be saying something that I’m unaware of? I’ve never done the whole dating thing and I have no clue what is and isn’t meant to happen.