Someone to Love (24 page)

Cruise lies back over me with the curve of a
naughty smile—and the sheets—the bed—the room ignites in an
invisible blaze. He pours over me with a string of molten kisses,
dragging his lips to my breast, and my body electrifies with a
charge of erotic bliss like I have never known. A staccato series
of breaths choke out of me as his tongue lashes over my body.
Cruise covers his mouth over my nipple and drinks me down,
eliciting a groan from my throat as I tremble beneath him. My
insides melt. A soft ache pinches my stomach as I writhe with
fervor. Cruise enjoys each one in a wash of affection as if they
were enough for the evening all on their own.

He slides down to the distal end of the bed
and sinks a kiss just under my belly before gliding further south
as if he had a far more intimate location in mind to grace me with
his lips.

“Whoa.” I hike up my elbows as a surge of
panic rails through me. I try to reel him back by the wrist, but he
rides his hands lower and presses my knees apart. Cruise buries the
hot of his mouth over the most intimate part of my body before I
can protest, and I let out a cry as his tongue rides over me.

A breath gets trapped in my lungs from the
erotic shock. Cruise devours me at a quickened pace, and I dig my
fingers in his hair as the room spins out of control. Cruise loses
himself in me for a blissful eternity—hours, weeks, until a surge
of pleasure rockets through me that redefines ecstasy on a whole
new level. My back arches as my muscles spasm, leaving me to quake
uncontrollably. Cruise sweeps soft kisses over my belly, and I
cinch my legs together hard, still reeling from the oscillatory
pitch of Cruise’s love.

He gives a husky laugh as he swims back up
and lands a kiss just shy of my ear.

“You came for me.” He says it out of breath,
brazenly covering my mouth with his, and I taste him, sweet and wet
from his love for me.

I melt under the supervision of Cruise’s
affection, stunned into a honeyed surrender. Cruise was the sky,
and I was his star. I want to shine for him, to radiate all of my
glory. We were writing the lyrics to the most beautiful song with
our bodies, and I want us to replay the chorus well into the
future.

Diamonds and wedding bouquets spray out in my
eyes. Something unimaginable has suddenly become my heart’s
desire.

I want nothing more than to drink down Cruise
and all of his love—to tune our bodies to the same rhythm and never
let this night end, never let this feeling dissolve like a vapor.
What Cruise and I have is going to last. I can feel it in my bones.
Cruise has found a crack in the armor. It’s only fair he stays.

I want him to.

I want Cruise Elton in my life forever.

Cruise

Kenny lies beneath me warm and wet as summer
rain. I bury my face in her hair and take in her scent, linen and
lilacs. My chest riots against hers as she grazes my ear with her
teeth.

I slip my hands over her nipples and roll
them between my fingers before sinking below her waist.

“You’re so wet.” I grin like an idiot with my
lids half closed, drugged from the pent-up tension my body is
unforgivably trying to release. I reach over to the dresser, and
she pulls me back by the neck.

“Where you think you’re going?” It bubbles
from her with a laugh. Kenny shines a killer smile up at me, her
pale eyes flashing with lust.

“I need to get something. You know, keep us
safe—protected.”

She slips her hand around my dick and pulls
me in like a leash.

“Hold that thought,” I choke out the
words.

“You don’t need anything,” she rasps it out,
low and sultry. “I’m on the pill.”

“You are?” I’m shocked. A girl like Kenny
doesn’t strike me as the type to voluntarily put her cherries on
ice, especially when she’s not utilizing the parts necessary to
protect. I remember some girl telling me once she had been on it
since the seventh grade to keep her periods in check. Maybe that’s
why. Either way, I don’t plan on over-analyzing the situation.

I dive back down with a kiss, thrusting my
tongue around her mouth as if we were waging battle. She wraps her
legs around my waist and tries to guide me into her body, but I
tease both her and my cock over the warm slick I’ve induced in
her.

She lets out a whimper and pushes her hands
into the small of my back, so I cave. Kenny wants this. She’s
pleading for it, and I plan on obliging her in every way possible,
tonight and every night thereafter.

I interlace our fingers and raise her hands
over the pillow. Kenny blinks up at me with a breath caught in her
throat. The moon bleaches her out into pale perfection, hair as
dark as midnight. She bites down on her lip, looking nervous as
hell and far too beautiful to be gracing my bed. Kenny is the
person I’ve waited for my entire life and didn’t even know it.

I push in carefully, and her eyes blink back
in ecstasy. A groan pulls from my gut as I bury myself deep inside
her. I thrust in those last few inches, greedy for her to envelop
me—warm and tight. Kenny lets out a gasp, and her eyes spring open.
I run my tongue across her lips before collapsing my mouth over
hers. I ease in and out of her body, methodic and slow, drinking
down the moans of pleasure that strangle from her throat.

“Am I hurting you?” I blow the words in her
ear, trying to control my breathing. It’s taking all of my strength
not to drive in fast and furious like a racehorse on fire, like I
want to, the way my body demands.

She chokes out another moan. “No.” She breaks
the word in two equal parts, so I slow it down even further,
pulling in and out lethargically as if I were back to teasing the
both of us.

“Aw fuck, Kenny.” I groan, losing all
control. I bear down in an all-out assault and slam into her,
unleashing my fury. “I’m going to come.” I heave out the words, and
my body trembles over her as I bury myself inside her, as deep as
her body allows.

Kenny digs her nails into my back and holds
me there with the strength of a lioness. She doesn’t have to worry.
I don’t plan on moving. There isn’t any other place on the planet
I’d rather be. Kenny is a drug, and I’ve just had the best hit of
my life. I’m not losing this addiction. I’m in, all the way,
pledging my voluntarily servitude to the gateway of my desire.
Kenny was the freedom I was longing for. Love and all this wild
pent up desire, proved to be the combination that set me free. But
only Kenny had the power to unleash me. She scrubbed the impurity
from my life and washed clean the world, so I could see it stark
and clear for the very first time. Kenny perfumed my existence with
her regal charm, her sovereign splendor. Kenny is in everyway
sublime.

I glance down at our bodies locked together,
her smooth legs relaxing over mine. It’s as if the floodgates to
paradise have opened, and I want to run and explore everything with
her by my side. She washed the tragic coating off this last year
and painted it new with her body. She brought music to where there
was only noise—color to a black and white world.

“What are you thinking about?” Her voice hums
low and secretive as she tries to catch her breath. Kenny runs her
fingers through my hair like strumming a guitar.

“You,” I confess. “About how incredible you
are.” I peel a kiss from her lips.

“Did I do okay?” she asks, unsure, and I
drink down her wide-eyed innocence.

“You did better than okay. I’d say that’s an
A plus, plus performance.” I rumble a dry laugh over her as my body
rouses from its temporary slumber. I’m growing again, this time
inside of her. Kenny sucks in a breath and closes her eyes. “God,
you’re so beautiful. I love you so damn much it hurts.”

“I love you, too.” A smile glides up her
cheek. “Don’t let it hurt. Let it linger like a kiss that never
ends.”

“Like a kiss.” I press my lips to hers. I
never want anything I share with Kenny to end.

My hips grind over hers.

This time I try to make it last for the both
of us.

Kendall

Afterglow

In the morning, after our first incredible
night together, Cruise sleeps silently next to me as I get up
gingerly to use the bathroom. I watch his back rise and fall as the
newborn sun adheres her pale light to the curve of his skin,
jealous to have him.

I scoot off the bed and take a few careful
steps.

Oh. My.
God
.

Shit, shit, shit!

FIRE!

There’s a freaking
fire
in my
vagina—as if somehow my soft, silky flesh was replaced with live
coals, and I find it very fucking hard to convince my body to take
the very next step.

I try not to whimper out loud as I scuttle to
the bathroom.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” I mouth
the words as I close the bathroom door.

What the hell was
that
? Did he perform
exploratory surgery while I was freaking sleeping?

I snatch my compact off the counter and slide
the mirror in places where mirrors and, therefore, glass should
never venture.

It looks normal enough. I mean, it doesn’t
look mutilated—I’m not bleeding or anything.

Crap. I must have done something wrong. There
must have been some step I missed, like prepping my insides with
barbed wire in the event he decides to draw his unholy weapon.
Obviously, other girls are privy to the tricks of the trade because
if anyone else felt like this the morning after, all coital options
would be swiftly taken off the table. The entire human race would
have died out long ago if women’s asses reaped the benefits of a
forest fire each time they had sex.

For a second, I contemplate calling Lauren or
Ally and confirming my theory because clearly I did not get the
fucking memo on how exceptionally horrific intercourse could be.
Surely, there’s got to be some quick fix—emphasis on the
quick
. Obviously, Cruise is expecting more of the same and
more than likely in just a few minutes.

I made the decision last night I wouldn’t be
going to math later. It’s my only class today, and it’s so not
worth ruining all this good mojo between Cruise and me. The
I
love yous
alone warrant me to abort the entire spring
semester.

I need to find a cure for said ring of fire
before he decides he wants to dip back into cupid’s cupboard and
discovers an inhospitable environment.

Cupid’s cupboard. More like Pandora’s box of
horrors.

Think,
think
! Maybe it’s his
inordinate size? Didn’t Ally say he was built like a Redwood?

I
so
should have let him use the
rubber. I’m so stupid! I’m like some vaginal martyr. Maybe all
condoms come equipped with some special lubricant that’s supposed
to quell the morning after pain?

I start the shower, and my thighs shiver with
terror.

“Fuck,” it comes out frail. I spot a bottle
of ibuprofen and don’t hesitate in downing two with water straight
from the sink.
Bathroom
water. Everyone knows it’s equitable
with human sewage.

I gag down the pills.

I can totally envision the live amoebas
swimming their way into my intestines. I can just picture them
waving back at me like some happy Sea Monkey family as they go on
to terrorize my digestive system at random.

Perfect. I’m going to die of parasites
because I don’t know the first thing about how to maintain sanity
in my nether regions. Who knew sex would be the first class I’d
flunk. They should totally hold a seminar for dumbasses like
me.

I hobble my way into the shower and let the
blistering hot water needle over me, in an effort to take my mind
off the fact a live grenade went off in my pelvis while I was
innocently sleeping. I try to focus in on the curative properties
of the molten lava that’s spraying over my skin, subtle as a welder
with a blowtorch. And, in the event I thought scalding my skin
would somehow diminish the white-hot pain throbbing inside me, I
was sadly mistaken. Instead, it magnifies the fact my vaginal walls
have morphed into sandpaper. I start in on a shiver. Oddly, it
feels as though I’ve just dipped myself in an ice bath because my
poor body is so damn confused and wounded.

The curtain pulls back, and Cruise hops in
quick as jackrabbit with the Cheshire cat’s grin plastered to his
face.

My hand rises to my chest. “You scared me.” I
jump a little and my boobs bounce into him, apparently ready and
willing to take on whatever he’s ready to dish. Traitors. They know
damn well my bottom half has yet to recover from his double-edged
sword.

“Come here.” Cruise swims with lust. He picks
me up by the thighs and secures my legs around his back—leaving me
spread wide and vulnerable to the carnage he’s capable of
inflicting. Honest to God, his penis should be classified as a
weapon of vaginal destruction.