This story is just starting out and I hope you like it. Special thanks to my mom, who is always in my corner!
Some of the characters in this story belong to EL James and The Fifty Shades Trilogy. No copyright is intended.
He pulled me around the corner of the club, near the parking lot, where someone would have to be looking for us to see. Once he stopped, I looked up at him. "Christian, what…" and his lips silenced my words. He had his hands on my face, used his body to push me back against the wall. Once there was nowhere else to go, his hands slowly ran down my body, feeling each curve and bump on their way to my hips. He kept me like that, pinned against the wall with his mouth on mine for what seemed like minutes.
When he finally released me, his mouth went to my neck and my hands found themselves gripping the back of his head and neck, not letting him move away. I could feel his fingers squeezing my hips, slowly moving my bagging sweater up so he could touch my skin. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped my throat. The sound seemed to have brought him back to reality. As he straightened, he looked back it to my eyes, searching my face for something. I let my hands fall to his waist, as his rose to my shoulders. I didn't back down from his gaze, and began slipping my finger between his waistband and skin. This seemed to spur him on enough that he whispered in my ear, "Not a word." I could only nod my head in acceptance as his mouth again took possession of mine again.
His hands began their decent down my body again, only this time did not stop at my hips. They worked their way around to rear end, picking me up. He pulled me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist, with my back still against the wall. From this position, I could feel him growing, straining against his jeans, pushing up and into me. Again, I could feel myself making small moans happily into his mouth. If he noticed, his only reaction was to kiss me harder.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he whispered, "Invite me back to your room."
"Please come to my room," I could barely manage the words. I was light-headed from the kiss, and he was still pinning me against the wall, with his hands beneath me.
He rested his head against mine, catching his breath before he put me down. I couldn't stop wondering what was happening. I was used to men being forward, but very few were so sure of themselves to pull what he just did. As he eased me to the ground, he gave me one more quick kiss, sucking the air from my lungs again. Then, he broke the physical contact.
As we walked up the hill back to my barracks, he did not touch me. After what had just happened, I was okay if we didn't talk, but no physical contact? It felt a bit strange to have him all over me one minute, then nothing the next. I tried not to think about the force of his body as he pressed me against the wall, the heat from his mouth as he took possession of mine, or the sparks that erupted inside me at his touch, as we walked.
When we rounded the corner, the building came into view. As we passed the smoke pit, he paused.
"Mind if I get another smoke off you? I could use one after that."
"Sure," I said. What did he mean by after that? After the walk, or him mauling me against the wall? I decided I could use one too, and sat to pull my pack and lighter from my purse. We sat there, in silence, letting the nothing stretch between us. He seemed to be distracted, looking out over the desert as he smoked. When he finished, he still didn't turn to look at me. When I was done, I got up and put my cigarette in the bucket, waiting for him to make a move towards the stairs.
He looked at me for a moment, making eye contact for the first time since he let away from the wall, again searching my face.
"What room are you in?" he asked.
"This way," I said as I began walking. It was too late to turn back now, I wanted him too much. I took off walking, knowing he was going to follow. I made up the first flight of stairs before I felt my confidence wavering.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked turning back to him.
"If you're not, say so now, otherwise, not a word," He responded. What was with him? No one wants to get to know a one night stand, but this is ridiculous.
I turned and kept walking. When I got to my door, I quickly unlocked it. I walked to the nightstand to flip on the light. I purposely didn't turn on the overhead fluorescents, too worried about him seeing all of my imperfections.
"That bed's mine. My roommate is gone for the weekend with her boyfriend." I needed to qualify why the other bed was made, and make sure that he knew we wouldn't be interrupted. I'd be damned if someone told me I wasn't allowed to speak. He only nodded his head in understanding.
He walked over to the bathroom door, looking to me as if asking me if I needed to go in.
"Nah, I'm good," I said.
"Good." With that, he shut the door, locking it from my side so no one from the adjoining room could come in to mine.
Once he locked the door, there was an immediate shift in the room. The air thickened, and his gaze never left mine. As he walked back across the room, it felt like an eternity even though it was only four feet. His hands found my face before his lips did. But once they made contact, he began undressing me. It was only a matter of seconds before we were both without clothes and I was being pushed back on the bed. The moment that my shoulders touched the bed, he paused to turn off the light, leaving us in the darkness that concealed our desires.
What do you think so far? Hope you enjoyed it! More to come. -Cookie