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Courtney rapped on the apartment door three times before wringing her fingers together. When there was no answer right away she started to leave and pretend she had never come there in the first place. Unluckily for her, the door swung open before she could escape.
Courtney didn't know what she was going to say, but was rendered even more speechless at the sight of Duncan. The iris of his left eye was a stark contrast against all the bruising and inflammation. It looked like it had to have hurt. The skin around his eyebrow piercing was bloody and raw from the impact. Even so, he was still devilishly handsome. He gave off the look of danger, and Courtney had to admit, danger was hot.
"What are you doing here?" Duncan was short and blunt with her, but Courtney didn't blame him. She felt horrible to have caused this.
"I wanted...to check on you." It was the truth, try as she might not to, she worried about him for the rest of the day until it drove her to his door. Somehow, Duncan had ended up being the bad guy in all this. She didn't have the heart to tell Drew that she was just as guilty if not more.
"I don't need your pity," He scoffed, "this is nothing compared to the fights I've been in before."
"It doesn't look like nothing." Courtney insisted. His injury didn't look like it had been cleaned either. Duncan may not have wanted her pity, but she couldn't let him risk infection out of spite.
"Go home Courtney." Duncan's lack of using his pet name for her felt like a punch to the gut. She tried one more time to make this better the only way she knew how.
"Let me at least clean you up? Please?" It was the least she could do for all the trouble she'd caused. Duncan damned her pleading eyes and resigned at her request. If he knew what was good for him he would turn her away, but he couldn't say no to her. He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to say no to her. Instead he stepped to the side to let her in.
Being back in Duncan's apartment brought back memories but Courtney tried to focus on the task at hand. After rummaging through his bathroom cabinet for supplies, Courtney forced Duncan to sit down in a living room chair. She made quick work with some hydrogen peroxide and q-tips, making sure to be gentle but efficient.
"I can't picture you doing this kind of thing often." Duncan said while he tried not to wince against the sting. "Patching up delinquents, that is."
"I did pass my C.I.T training with flying colors." She stated proudly. Duncan looked at her skeptically and she answered his unspoken question. "Counselor in training."
Duncan rolled his eyes despite the pain in his left brow.
"What?" Courtney questioned incredulously. "Being a C.I.T prepares you for real life situations! Like this one!"
The corners of his mouth turned up, it was cute how over prepared she was all the time. The two of them were so different. Day and night, but there was this strange yearning that drew him in. With Courtney this close, Duncan was able to see every expression flit across her face as she finished up her first aid work. He could see all of her facial features, her long eyelashes, plump lips, the freckles on her nose. He counted them and then counted them again. He should be angry at her, he shouldn't be admiring her, but she was becoming a harder habit to kick than smoking.
"You have seven freckles on your nose." He blurted out what was meant to stay in his head. Courtney reacted by covering her nose with her hand.
"What are you doing?" Their position with her standing between his legs made it easy for him to reach out and gingerly move her hand out of the way.
"I've always been self conscious about them." She reluctantly confessed.
"Don't be." The possibilities of what he meant by that lingered in the air. "Do you have more?... Freckles?" Duncan looked up at her expectantly. Courtney nodded with a blush.
"Can I count those too?" He asked in a husky voice. "Show me?"
Courtney felt like her whole body was shaking, this was dangerous territory. Nonetheless, she reached up and pulled down the collar of her top to one side to reveal the freckles on her shoulder. Duncan looked at the exposed skin, tempted to touch her there. The small space between grew smaller.
"Anywhere else...?" Courtney swallowed and nodded again, slower this time. She felt drunk and dizzy and somewhere distantly in the back of her mind she knew that she was treading the point of no return. Her hands didn't feel like her own when she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, and then the next, until Duncan could see the faint spots that dotted her chest and cleavage.
Duncan made a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
"What?" Courtney asked. Duncan's forehead fell to rest on her shoulder, concentrating on calming his growing arousal.
"You're just..." Her chest rose and fell, unknowingly pushing her cleavage even closer to Duncan's face, "so sexy..."
With his head on her shoulder, his breath caressed the top of her breasts, reminding Courtney how she desired him earlier that day. She threaded her fingers through his hair and then tilted his face toward hers. She thought about the question he'd asked her earlier too, and finally had an answer.
"You asked me what what I wanted," her voice was low and thick and her eyes wouldn't leave his lips. "I want you to kiss me."
Duncan placed his hands on the sides of her neck while his thumbs brushed against her jaw line. Duncan tested the waters, but didn't know with certainty if she was ready to dive in. With great restraint he molded his lips to hers, her upper lip between his in a chaste kiss. They lingered like that until he pulled away.
Courtney's eyes had drifted closed but opened at the loss of contact. There was a moment where they didn't need words because they both had the same thought. The pull was too strong.
Then their lips were against another again as Duncan pulled Courtney onto his lap. Her fingers were still in his hair while their torsos were pressed together. He pulled away to kiss down her neck to the her cleavage. The attention caused her to grind her hips against his lap, chasing some sort of relief. Duncan groaned at the friction and palmed her breasts in his hands. Courtney loved the way pulled her closer to have her grind on him again. He ripped his mouth away from her chest to speak against her lips.
"You have to say it. I'll take you right here on this floor, but you have to tell me what you want." Courtney's head was too cloudy to think, to speak, but she knew what she wanted.
"I want you..." He was hanging on her every word. "I want you to fuck me."
That's all it took for both of them to start clawing at her clothes. As they kissed reverently, Courtney worked on getting the rest of the buttons on her blouse undone. Meanwhile, Duncan undid her pants. Her shirt hit the ground as her zipper was pulled down.
With her capris unzipped, Duncan snuck his hand down the front of her panties. Courtney threw her head back at his fingers playing against her most intimate place, unashamed of how much she craved his touch.
"You're so wet Princess." He praised and tested just how ready she was by sliding a finger in all the way. The action pulling out a moan from both of them. Duncan because he imagined her around his cock, and Courtney because it felt so good. So good that she need more.
Duncan watched the way she reacted to every touch, curl, and movement of his hand. How her face flushed and contorted. Knowing that it was because of him made it all the more satisfying.
Courtney's skin felt so hot that the material that was still binding her chest felt like a burden. While she thrust against his hand, she unhooked her bra and threw it away.
Suddenly Duncan's fingered stopped completely and Courtney looked down curiously to catch him staring. Duncan was entranced by her curves, and no sooner used both hands to hold her breasts to his mouth.
Courtney felt like she was throbbing from the inside out. Every lick, suck, and nip on her sensitive skin was torture. She grabbed at Duncan's hair and he pulled away from a nipple with an audible pop.
"I want you inside of me. Now." They practically fell on the floor trying to rush out the chair and strip the rest of their clothes off at the same time. Courtney barely kicked off her panties when Duncan pulled her naked body against his. They kissed hungrily as they dropped to the floor.
Duncan started to lay her on her back when she halted their kiss. Whenever she had let herself fantasize about this moment, he always took her from behind She turned around so that she was on her hands and knees and made a point of pushing her ass in the air in request.
"Like this." She beckoned over her shoulder at him with a come hither glance as he stared in wonder at her. Without hesitation he climbed over her before whispering in her ear.
"What am I going to do with you?" He punctuated with a kiss below her ear.
"Lets find out." She pushed her ass against his groin and he grunted.
"Be patient Princess." He scolded and kissed her shoulder, then down her back, causing her to spine to arch. He squeezed two handfuls of her backside as he kissed her tailbone.
Courtney wasn't sure what his intentions were until she felt teeth on one of her plump cheeks. She inhaled sharply at the slight pain, but also the way it sent a pleasant shiver through her body. He sucked on her skin and when he let go there was a love bite left from his actions. Everything he did just made her want him more. He was so primal about sex, he didn't treat her like a doll that would break. He lavished her like she was his to have.
He wasn't done with torturing her yet. Courtney gripped at the rug underneath her at his tongue ring playing against her clit.
"Duncan!" She yelped feeling her knees giving out.
"Say it again." He pleaded and hit that sensitive spot once more.
"Duncan please..." Courtney was not someone to resorted to begging, it was unbecoming of her, but fuck she was aching. She felt the absence of his tongue and opened her mouth to protest again but the push of his cock shut her up.
Duncan gripped her hips as he positioned himself. He was so hard from holding back and he had to grit his teeth to avoid plunging into her. She was so inviting, but he had to check one more time.
"Tell me to stop and I will." He promised while pushing just the tip of his penis inside of her.
"I don't want you to stop." She answered and pushed herself backwards to take him in the rest of the way. A string of curses sprung from Duncan's mouth and he began thrusting into her hard and deep.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed against the walls. Their position made it easy for him to hit her g-spot and every time he did she would cry out. He was sure the neighbors could hear but he didn't care. Let them hear. He wanted them to.
"Pull my hair." Duncan was shocked but enthralled by her request. He gripped her brown tresses and pulled hard enough for her to feel it but not enough to be too painful. He always knew hiding underneath that pristine exterior was a dirty girl.
"Oh my..." Courtney moaned and could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. Duncan let go of her hair so that he could brace himself with one arm on the floor as he leaned over her again. His other arm snaked around her body to caress her clit to help her reach that high. He kept his attention on her even as she was coming, extending it for as long as possible, then letting his own pleasure reach its peak.
The loud moaning that had previously filled the room was now reduced to heavy pants. Duncan kissed Courtney's shoulder again and Courtney sighed contentedly. When he pulled out of her she laid onto her back and giggled. He laid down beside her and reflected her wide smile, not caring that he probably looked like an idiot.
Courtney waited for that feeling of regret to show its face. She waited as Duncan wrapped her up in his arms. She waited as they made out on the floor. Except, the guilt didn't come. It didn't come the second time when she rode him; or when they were in the shower and she was on her knees with his dick in her mouth. It wasn't until they lay intimately in bed together, talking about everything and anything, about things she'd never shared with anyone. That's when the guilt hit her; because that felt like the ultimate betrayal.
