Chapter Fourteen – N is for Number
I kissed her
I kissed Six.
And it was…
Well,…
Not quite silver screen worthy – that's for damn sure.
She moved at the last second and I mostly missed her mouth. My nose got a healthy dose of her cheek. I made a weird 'mmmpph' sound.
We leaned away from each other.
"You really do need to practice don't you."
"NO," I snapped, leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest.
She started laughing again; that hellacious cackle of hers. I couldn't take it anymore. The noise coming from her mouth made me want to grab a pillow and smother her.
"Will you just shut the hell up!" I exclaimed. "I am NOT a bad kisser." I ignored her and tried to focus on the news. Some professional athlete read books to a bunch of kids at a local school. I think he's a basketball player because he's two feet taller than the reporter trying to interview him.
Six calms down a little but I can still hear the occasional snort. She tries to snuggle against my side but I'm pissed so I jab her with my elbow.
She walks her fingers up my bare arm and onto my shoulder. I shrug and flinch in an attempt to get her to leave me alone. But she doesn't.
Secretly, I relish the attention.
Her finger digs into my neck, tickling me. I press my ear against my shoulder. She swings a leg across my body and sits down on thighs, blocking my view of the television.
"I was watching that," I inform her leaning to my left side as I try to look around her. She leans with me. When I lean the other way she follows me. I pretend I'm going to back to the left, she leans that way and I fake her out by staying to the right. Uncrossing my arms, I push her down until she's face planted in the sheets.
Six doesn't stay down for long and grabs one of my wrists pinning it against my chest. I still have a free hand so I reach over and grab a fistful of her hair. She lifts her ass up and bounces against my thighs.
My mind completely stops working as I watch her.
I begin to feel aroused so I let go of her. She sits up, panting slightly to catch her breath. As she does she flips her head, sending a sea of long blonde hair at my face. Then she places her hands on my chest.
My bare chest.
Sexual thoughts overwhelm me.
I try not think about it but as I stare at her chest, I can see that fold of her towel is about to come un-tucked. A possible boob-sighting could be in my very near future.
I am fully aroused.
"Is that all you got?" she asks me.
I envision myself telling her, "Hell no," and showing her my dick – but as much as I would like to do that – I know I never would.
Instead I say, "It's a commercial."
She turns to look over her shoulder and the fold comes undone. I hold my breath expecting to see nipples.
But this is Six…
She catches the towel before I see anything.
Damn.
As she's fixing her towel, I see that she notices the obvious lump in my groin area. I wait for her to say something about it. I'm a little surprised when she doesn't.
The news returns and it's time for the weather. I lean over again, trying to catch the meteorologist's report. I'm trying not to paying attention to what Six is doing, but I notice that she's slid up closer to me. In fact, the only thing separating her bare pussy from my dick is the towel I'm wearing.
I have porn flashbacks.
Her hands touch my chest and she fingers the amulet hanging from my neck. With her forefinger she writes the symbol from the amulet on my skin. For the first time I notice the chain hanging from her neck.
I want to touch her. Lift the chain and free the amulet from her cleavage. As I debate whether or not that's a good idea, her hands slide down my side.
It tickles a little but that sensation is nullified by the heat that rises in me from her touch. My skin tingles. My heart pounds. I think I may have even stopped breathing for a minute.
Her fingertips trace the markings on my side.
As much as I'm trying to distract myself from my pulsing erection by listening to the traffic report. Let's be realistic – it's not working.
At all.
I brush her hair back over her shoulder and slide my hand along her neckline. I loop a finger under the chain and watch as the circular disc attached rises from between her breasts.
"We match." I say. It's a really dumb thing to say but I'm not exactly thinking right now. Embarrassed, I let my hand drop beside me onto the bed. The necklace falls against her towel.
Six's one hand stays on my side while the other brushes down my cheek.
My attention moves from the necklace to Six.
She looks at me then leans closer. I freeze in place.
Her mouth comes within a breath of mine.
"Want to practice?" she asks.
Is she serious? Hell yes I want to kiss her again.
I swallow and nod.
Her thumb brushes against my lips. I pucker up and wait. She smiles at me.
I can't stop looking into her eyes, hoping this isn't a cruel joke. The way she's looking at me, I don't think it is but this is Six…
Who the hell knows what this girl is thinking?
Her tongue traces her lips. I involuntarily copy her wetting my own.
She leans in. The side of her nose brushes against mine.
Then I feel her lips touch my lips.
It's soft and warm.
My eyes close.
We kiss each other.
Again and again.
It's much better this time.
She teases my mouth open with her tongue in a way that I've never experienced before.
At this point we're
French Kissing.
Making out.
Tongue tied.
But those words don't quite express the feelings I have right now. My head is spinning and I feel almost dizzy. If I tried to stand up right now I think it might be a problem.
I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or the way she's kissing me but I feel as though I'm on fire.
Her hands begin to work through my hair. I can feel her firm grip at the back of my neck. She shifts on my lap, hips grind against mine. I don't know if she did that purposely or not, but I love how it feels. My hands rise off the sheets and under the towel.
I clutch at her bare thighs.
Then her bare hips.
Then I move my hands onto her bare ass.
I wait a second – to see if she pushes me away.
But she doesn't.
I boldly run my hands along her smooth skin, groping her and grinding her hips into mine. She gasps into my mouth as we kiss.
It makes me want more.
My mouth leaves hers to travel down her neck. As I kiss along her collarbone, I get strands of hair stuck to my lips.
I don't care.
She's panting into my ear. Her shallow breathing causes me to moan out loud. I nip her skin with my teeth, not hard enough to break the skin, but with enough pressure so I know she feels it.
The friction between our bodies is torture. I think I might actually explode with desire.
"I want you," she whispers in my ear.
I nearly orgasm. It takes everything I have to hold it back. Years worth of repressed memories; everything from the time Henri had diahreaha in the shower to the time in third grade when the kid sitting behind me projectile vomited all over my back.
I kiss along her jaw gasping, "I've dreamed about being with you."
"Yeah?" her head drops back as I continue to kiss her.
"Yeah," I reply. I don't mention the details of my dream. I don't think now is the moment to tell her that I watched so much porn one night that I dreamed I fucked her into multiple orgasms with my huge cock.
My head rolls back and she assaults me with a breathtaking kiss. When our lips parts, she smiles.
I feel my body sliding down the bed, but not of my own accord. She's using her telekinesis to position me beneath her.
I had no idea 'practicing' could be like this.
Not that I'm complaining.
I'm flat on my back and she's moved to the side. I slide my hand over her thigh. Then I smile at her as I remove her towel with my mind.
I finally get to see her nude form.
It's beautiful.
Six bites her lip, seductively as she stares at me.
The towel around my waist opens and I'm completely exposed.
We're both grinning from ear to ear as we take in the other.
She's kneeling over me. Her blonde hair hangs down, the ends brush against my skin.
"I've been waiting a long time for this," she confesses.
"You have?"
I'm not exactly sure what she means. Has she been waiting a long time to have sex? Or has she been waiting a long time to have sex with another Garde? Or has she been waiting all this time for me?
A giant part of me hopes it's that last choice. What are the chances that this incredibly sexy girl has been saving herself all this time for me?
"Yes," she replies as she kisses my chest. She moves my amulet off to the side as her tongue traces down my center. My fingers thread through her hair. My hips rise up to meet her mouth. The thought of what might happen next brings knots to my stomach.
Oral.
Am I about to get my first blow job?
If there is any sort of higher power I am praying to them at this very minute because I would really, really, really like to feel the inside of Six's mouth with my dick.
Her tongue laps against the patch of skin right beside the base of my cock. The she grips me in her hand as her tongue runs up the side. I leak a little when she does that. I can't help it.
I close my eyes for moment.
I can't believe this is happening to me.
I open my eyes again.
I want to watch her. I don't want to miss a single fucking second of this.
Her tongue circles me. It feels so fucking good.
I don't even realize I'm pulling her hair until she looks up at me and creases her brow.
"Please don't stop," I beg moving my hands from her head and gripping the sheets beneath me. My body starts to tremble as I moan with utmost pleasure. I can hear the bed begin to shake. It's knocking into the nightstands. The lamps on the table tops begin to vibrate.
When her mouth covers the tip of my cock, the chair falls over and the lamps shatter.
She immediately stops. "Easy, Tiger."
Fuck. Her accent is so seductive.
But I can't stop my telekinesis. The bed rattles harder. A picture falls from the wall. There's broken glass on the floor as the mirror shatters.
Six lays beside me, her hand caresses my chest. "Just breathe," she whispers into my ear.
The way her words vibrate through me gets me even more turned on.
I try to breathe but it's difficult. I grip the sheets and close my eyes. I try counting to ten. Six is whispering into my ear and I lose count. I start over but her fist tightens around my dick as she moves her hand up and down.
I don't make it past two when I smell something burning.
"Four. Relax." Six releases me and I open my eyes.
My Lumen has activated and the sheets are smoldering in my hands. I release the fabric and light blazes from my palms. I accidentally flash them against the wall and scorch a large section. I close my hands. Lumen explodes from the crevices.
What the fuck is happening to me!
Why can't I get myself under control?
"Bathroom." Six takes my arm and pulls me out of the bed and into the shower. The water is already on courtesy of her telekinesis.
It's fucking freezing cold.
The water dissipates into a steam cloud as it hits my skin. My Lumen dull slightly.
I squeeze my eyes closed and try to concentrate.
Six's hand rubs between my shoulder blades. "Focus, Four. Focus."
I'm trying. I am.
This sucks.
This fucking sucks.
"Please leave me alone." It kills me to tell her that, but I don't think I'll be able to calm down with a naked Six in the shower with me.
"Are you sure?" she asks.
"Yes." It's about the only thing I'm sure of right now.
It takes awhile but I manage to get myself back to normal. I stand there dripping wet, my chest heaves with exhaustion. I don't think I've ever felt so tired or so drained in my entire life.
I grab a couple towels. As I dry off I can hear her cleaning up the mess in the other room.
As I stare at my reflection I shake my head.
Only I would find a way to cock block myself.
Stupid fucking Legacies.