Wanting Winter(10)

“I wouldn’t.”

“You would turn me down.” I sit closer to him.

“Yes.” His eyes following my movement.

“Even if I begged? You said all I had to do was ask.” I start stroking along my neck to the top of my breasts with my finger. “What if I touched myself in front of you, would you still say no?” I glide my hand down to my thigh, opening my legs a little. “Would you deny me, even though you want to please me?” I start rubbing myself over my pants.

Fuck, I find myself turned on.

“Winter.” His voice is hoarse.

“Trent, don’t you want to be inside me?” I pant out. My eyes close as I start grinding against my hand.

“Winter.” I hear him, but I don’t stop.

I call out his name. “Trent.” I can feel the heat radiating from me through my clothes.

Soon I am being pulled so I am straddling him, his hands on my hips, and he starts rocking me against him. Feeling his erection press against me is making me want to throw out all my morals and let this beautiful stranger, who I only met a few days ago, have his wicked way with me.

I deserve this.

He makes me feel good.

Even if it doesn’t last, right now I know this is more than just an easy fuck for him. I start grinding myself harder against him. His fingers dig into me and I go faster; I feel that ache rising as our breathing comes in fast. I'm so close, but then our movements stop. I open my eyes to look at him and he is looking down, his chest rising and falling fast.

Why did he stop?

“Are you okay?”

“We had to stop. It was getting too far.”

“I thought that was the point,” I tease him.

He looks up at me. I see heat, but I also see something else. “I want our first time together to be better than a fuck on your couch. I want you Winter, but not like this.”

I move myself so I'm sitting next to him. “You're turning me down?” I ask him.

“I'm only saying not like this. Let's get to know each other.”

“But you are attracted to me?”

He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Fuck, I'm attracted to you, I just don’t want to ruin this. Like you said earlier, I want to not let this fizzle out.”

I nod. “But we get to make out?” I smile at him.

I scream when he pins me down on the couch. “That we can definitely do.” He kisses me hard, his body hovering above mine. “There is no way in hell I could not kiss you.” He pecks my lips.

“Good, because that would be a deal breaker for me,” I giggle.

He smiles at me. “Good to know.” He kisses me again.





Four





Winter





I wake up smiling when I feel Trent spooning me from behind: he slept over last night as neither of us wanted to leave the other. I stretch a little and feel his erection press against my ass. Smirking I start rubbing myself against him until his hands stop me.

“That isn’t very nice,” he says in a groggy voice.

I smile. “I thought it would feel very nice.”

I yelp when he turns me over, pinning me down. He starts grinding against me, causing me to moan out. “That feel good?”

I moan again. “Yes, so good.”

He continues grinding for another minute until he stops.

I look at him, him smirking at me. “Why did you stop?” I pout.

“Because we can’t finish. That’s what you did to me.” He gets out of bed and I sit up crossing my arms.

All last night it had been one huge foreplay, and neither of us had had any sort of release. I know men can get blue balls, but can girls get it? It should be called blue clit or something. “You are so mean.” I stick my tongue out at him.

He crawls along my bed, kissing my lips softly, my anger slipping away.

How does he do that?

“I'm going to go and quickly get ready.” He stands back up.

I stand up, walking to where he is. “Do you need to get ready?” I don’t want him to go.

“I need to shower and change my clothes. I think people will notice if I show up at school with yesterday’s clothes on.” He pulls me into him.

“They probably won't notice.”

“I think they will,” he chuckles. “I won't be long. You go get ready and by the time you are done, I should be too.”

I nod sullenly. “Okay.”

He kisses my nose. “Walk me to the door.” We hold hands until we get to my door. “I won't be long.” He kisses me again and walks backward until he is gone.

I lean against my doorframe, missing his presence already, before heading to my shower. I make sure the water is scorching hot, and I scrub myself extra clean, even using my expensive lotions that I only use on special occasions, wanting to smell extra good just for him.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I head to my closest and ponder on what to wear. I decide on a short black skirt with a tight black blouse.

Blow-drying my hair, I put on my natural makeup, and once I am dressed, I put on my knee-length suede boots before looking in the mirror and smiling at how good I look. I look at my phone and I smile when I see a message from Trent saying he misses me and won't be much longer.