You'll have to excuse me because I'm no good at writing things like this... I can be overly descriptive at times and I don't know how to not analyze things, so it seeps into everything I write.
It all starts with a knock on the door, but the things that come before it are what matter. We've been playing this little cat and mouse game for years now and it's finally come to an end. It started about six months ago when he made the initial moves that lead us to where we are. A close friend- one I've been dreaming about for the last three years, but never had the courage to approach. By the time I thought I could, he was with somebody else...
Six months ago, after months of hanging out on the pretense of being really good friends, he breached the barrier we had between us... What started out as a playful game between two drunk people turned into something more. Ever since then I've been wondering why we didn't do more. He seduced me, in his every action, his every word- and I've been addicted since. A family party at the bar, and we're playing and laughing and taking pictures- I decide to lick his face as a funny picture and I turn to sit down- he yanks me back over and bites my neck... Immediately everything in me goes liquid and my mind goes blank. It turns from one bite to two, to three- to me feeding him icing from the cake off my finger and the little intimate look I get as he sucks it off... I can't take this anymore- I try to leave and he follows me home (I'm only next door) and begs me to come back. All I can think about now is kissing him and what it would feel like if I did... It goes on like this for a few weeks- and finally the moment I've been waiting for comes. He feels the same way about me. As much as it seems like it's so right for us both to feel this way- he is off limits by the friend code. My roommate is his ex, and we are good friends. When I move out, I forget to care, but he backs off and I'm left feeling like I did something wrong.
Here we are six months later, and nothing has happened. Our whole relationship has come to a stand still and I don't know how to fix it. I'm a writer- it's what I do. Where he's concerned, I can't seem to get the right words out- on paper or otherwise. We walk on eggshells around each other- hoping that the other will make the first move. So I do... I ask him to be with me. I hope that he'll at least talk to me about it- if not reply to my question with a negative answer and say that we need to forget anything ever happened. I didn't expect what I got. There's a knock on my door late one night, and when I open the door I can tell he's been drinking. My heart starts to race- only when he's drinking does he have the courage to say or do anything to me. Before I can even say hello or ask him what's going on he grabs my face and crushes my lips onto his. When my mouth opens in surprise, he slides his tongue in and starts to play with my tongue ring. I can't help the moan that comes from deep down in my throat- he takes it as a sign to keep going and he pushes me inside the door and shuts it behind him.
"Well?" I ask, and he starts walking towards me through the small space between us. He grabs my hips and pushes me up against the counter... I'm looking at him, wondering what's going to happen next, when he lifts me up onto the counter. One of his hands slides up my back and into my hair. I lean into his touch, and his hand turns into a fist and he pulls my head back as my eyes close. He bites my neck- right on the pulse that is beating so hard, I feel like my heart is going to come out of my chest and run away. At the same time, the hand that has planted itself on my ass squeezes so hard I'm sure I'll have a nice bruise.
As much as it hurts, it feels so good I can't even form the words to tell him to keep going, let alone to stop. I can't say anything- just moan my response to what he's doing... When he lifts his head to kiss my lips, I grab the back of his neck and sink into his wonderful mouth. I bite his lip and suck hard, knowing he likes the almost violent action as much as I do... So much so that he presses himself against me. I'm squirming now, wanting him to end my misery in some way- and he backs away. It's time for me to return the favor, so I bite his neck, sucking hard on that spot where the pulse beats as fast as the one in my own neck.
I grab his face, look him in the eye, and tell him, "It's my turn to show you torture."
I slide off the counter and I begin unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each sliver of bare skin I expose. Right down to his belly button- I have to pause here and lick the spot right below his navel- and where he would pull away, I grab a belt loop on his jeans and hold him there. I kiss the spot right above the button on his jeans and as I get on my knees, I look him in the eye- just a little bit of a smile- and he knows what I'm thinking. I can see the desk and the office chair behind him- I push him into it and grab his crotch. He tries to stop me, but I push his hands away.
"Let me do this, for you."
