One Shots

Rock music blared from the room next door, further pissing me off. Thanks to my brother Tom and his annoying friend Nate, I regret living at home instead of getting a dorm like every other college girl. I was a fool for thinking it would distract me less.

My parents are out on their weekly date night, so it’s not like I can even have them make Tom turn it down.

I shot from my mattress filled with open books and headed towards the white slab that was doing little to minimize their tunes. Upon turning the corner and stomping down the hall, I swung open Tom’s matching door.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Do you mind keeping it the fuck down?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Screw you, Sophie.”

Typical response.

Nate was absent. Not that I’m complaining. I swear I’ve never loathed a person more. He is the complete opposite of me and cares more about his luscious umber hair than his education. Classic bad-boy. In fact, he’s failed two grades of high school, making him a nineteen-year-old senior. He’s spent the night the past few nights, so I haven’t caught a break.

After pulling Tom’s door closed, I made a pit stop to the bathroom. I really don’t have to go, but since I’m up, I might as well try before I get back into studying.

Upon trailing the hallway, I swung open the door without thinking twice. My eyes widened as I spotted Nate, a white towel wrapping his abdomen below his abs while drying his wet hair with another. A few tattoos crafted of pure black ink stained his right shoulder and biceps.

“I knew you’d come to your senses eventually, but I didn’t think it'd be today,” Nate said with a devilish grin. “One kiss wasn’t enough for you, huh?”

Yeah… He kissed me last week and I hate myself for allowing it. As much as my brother and I bicker, I don’t want him to lose his best friend. Or think that Nate was only hanging out with him to get to me.

The fact he said his statement so carelessly while the door was wide open summoned the usual effect of annoyance he has on me. I closed the slab, locking us inside to once again, address him.

A small vanity light shined above the steamed-up silver mirror, and the marble tile at my feet seemed to be covered in a similar fog. He had to have been in here for a good forty minutes.

“Look, I told you, it’s not gonna happen again. It was a mistake,” I snarled.

“You keep tellin’ yourself that, sweetheart.”

“And stop calling me that!” I hissed.

He grinned, like he enjoyed my hostility. “I’ll call you whatever I wanna call you… sweetheart.”

My blood was boiling. This douche brings out an anger in me that’s nearly uncontrollable because underneath the hate, I find him attractive. Yet another thing to hate myself for.

“I only let you kiss me because I felt sorry for you,” I lied.

“Really?” His brows arched as he stole a few steps in my direction.

“Yes. Really.”

As he neared, I inched back until my spine was flat against the pale grain of the bathroom door. Nate invaded my space, stretching his muscular arm over my head to lean against the timber. As he trapped me between the wood and his frame, his lips hovered a mere inch from mine.

An intense ache developed between the thighs that I secretly dreamed of wrapping around his hips. His thumb caressed my bottom lip as he eyed it with utmost desperation.

“Is that what you tell yourself when you lay in bed at night?” he asked in a whisper. “While you’re wet and playing with your pussy? When you’re imagining me touching you instead?”

“Nate…” I whispered in agony.

He needs to stop. Though I’m a good girl who tries to stay focused on her work, his dirty talk is only revving my engine.

“Kiss me, Sophie,” Nate whispered. “I know you want to…”

I do.

“Fuck you,” I uttered.

“Only if you want to,” he sneered.

Hell, I’ve only shamefully pictured having sex with him more than I can count on both hands. I won’t lie and say his invite isn't tempting. However, it would only be another thing he could hold over me. Pushing him away is the only option.

“Why? So I could leave disappointed and unsatisfied?” I growled.

That comment didn’t seem to sit well with him, as his expression darkened. Nate’s thumb slipped from my lip and down to the knotted fabric between his hips. He tugged it loose and let it fall to his bare feet.

A gentle tap on the baby-pink shirt lining my abdomen called for my gaze. However, I ignored it, despite my desire to look.

“Does this look like it would disappoint you?” he asked.

Ignoring my better judgment, I glanced down and observed his lengthy cock, thick and proudly on display and leaning against my t-shirt.

Oh fuck…

“Well, does it?” he asked.

“N-no.”

“Do you want it?” he muttered. “And be honest, sweetheart…”

The pool of desire wetting my panties was quickly overpowering my brain. I can’t think straight. Not when Nate is standing in front of me like this. I’ve fantasized about him plenty of times, but never imagined hooking up with him in here like this.

Don’t answer. Whatever you do, don’t answer his question.

“Y-yes.”

Fuck.

Fuck me and my stupid mouth.

I leaned to kiss him, but he pulled back.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. If you want it, you’ve gotta work for it.”

This fucker. Now that he has me where he wants me, he’s toying with me.

“Take off your shirt,” he demanded.

I rolled my eyes, peeling the fabric from my body and throwing it down to the marble to meet his towel.

“Now the bra,” Nate added.

I unhooked the back strap and let the two thin ones fall from my arms. He gazed at my bare breasts and slid the soft pad of this thumb across my left nipple. Goosebumps covered every square inch of my exposed skin as a shutter shot through me.

“Now the rest,” he ordered, still stroking the roused bud centering my nipple.

As he made me undress myself the rest of the way, his greedy eyes took me in for all I was worth. I swayed to claim his lips with mine, but he raised a finger, halting me in my tracks.

Goddamn him. And goddamn me for wanting him.

“Who said you were done?” he asked.

“Nate—”

“Do you want my dick inside you or not?”

I glowered at him, and his snake-like blue eyes glared back at me just as harshly.

“I hate you,” I uttered.

“I don’t think you do,” he whispered. “I think you hate yourself for liking me.”

“I love myself. But for some reason, I’m slumming it here with the likes of you,” I snarled. “Why do you come here, anyway? For the free food? The clothing my brother lends you because you can’t afford any of your own? Daddy didn’t bring home as big of a paycheck this week?”

I knew I shouldn’t have brought up his poor living situation, but his inclination pushed me to defend myself.

He gritted his teeth. “I can’t wait to fuck that attitude from your tight little pussy.”

His promise might as well have been thrusting inside me already. I stood breathless, now fully invested.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

I sank to the marble, the stone flooring already wreaking havoc on my kneecaps. He cupped my face in his large palms as the tip of his erection hovered in front of me.

“Open that rude little mouth.”

As my lips parted, he slid his shaft through. His manhood filled the entire width of my mouth, and the salt of his pre-cum coated my tongue. A set of his fingertips wandered to grasp the roots of my caramel colored hair, and his other thumb caressed my puffy, stretched upper lip, encasing him.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful, Sophie.”

Fuck, I hate him. How the fuck does he turn me on and offend me at the same time?

He rocked his hips, gliding the underside of his hard-on back and forth over my tongue at a quicker rate. Though I wanted to swallow, thanks to my watering mouth, his vastness made it impossible.

After a couple of minutes, he slowed his rhythm and barked an order. “That’s enough.”

He reclaimed his cock and I’m surprised. I thought for sure he was going to explode and force me to take every drop.

“Crawl over to the edge of the tub.”

The porcelain clawfoot spread a bite of cold throughout my palm as a seized its edge, still on my knees. However, now, a thin memory foam mat at least shielded them from the stone.

I drifted into a brief train of thought while staring over the side of the bath. This is it. Guarantee it. Pretty soon he’ll be behind me, and I’ll finally get to feel him the way I’d imagined.

His forehead suddenly appeared between my spread thighs, and I unintentionally ended up straddling his head.

“What are you—”

Before I could ask, his wet tongue flicking my swollen clit sent an abrupt moan from my lungs. I rolled my eyes and allowed my legs to spread as far as my hips let them, giving him access to every single fold.

Nate’s mouth alternated between fluttering, gently sucking, and circling the bud of my clit until my eyes were tearing up. His palms fondling my ass cheeks and thighs as his five o’clock shadow gleamed with my arousal was the finishing touch.

As I approached the edge of what I knew would be the best orgasm of my twenty-one years, he retrieved his tongue. A squeal of desperation and agony escaped my windpipe.

“I was gonna cum,” I groaned. “Why would you—”

“The only place you get to cum is on my dick,” he interrupted. “Stay there.”

Nate slid from my view. I glanced over my shoulder, still grasping the edge of the tub. He was now on his feet, rifling through the brown leather wallet that sat on the sink. He pulled a small square aluminum package from a slot and tossed his wallet back on the vanity. As he twisted around, I turned, refocusing my gaze on the ceramic.

His knees suddenly bumped the insides of my calves and the package he held flew to the floor beside us, torn and empty. I couldn’t see Nate now. But I didn’t have to. I know what’s coming.

Nate’s hand claimed my left hip and an intense pressure eased itself into my sex. His other palm gasped at my hip, and both guided me further down on his cock.

One set of my nails curled into the tub’s rim, while the other scratched at the rug. I attempted to keep my moaning to a minimum while adjusting to his size. When he finished burying his last inch, he let out a groan.

“Jesus, Sophie,” he breathed. “It’s how I always imagined you’d feel.”

The sway in his hips began and I tried to ignore his last comment. I didn’t want to know that he thought about me any other time than now because that means we’ve been thinking about each other. And I can’t go there with him. I won’t. I just need him to fuck me the way he promised, so I can cum and chalk it up to a one-night stand. That way, I can forget about him like I’ve been trying to since that kiss last week.

My clapping ass slamming against his abdomen as he ruthlessly pounded me from behind was everything I dreamed. Humidity from his shower fused itself to our flesh, and I was drenching the inside of my thighs. I wanted to scream so badly, but I couldn’t. The room a couple of doors down isn’t that far, and I don’t want to be heard.

A sudden crack and a sting on my right ass cheek forced a cry from my core.

“Goddamn it, Nate,” I growled. “That’s too loud. He’ll hear us.”

“No, he won’t,” Nate huffed. “You hear how loud his music is?”

Another slap echoed on the previous spot, no doubt leaving my ass red and raw.

“Stop,” I demanded, even though deep down I loved it.

I adored the small amount of pain he was putting me in. It paired perfectly with the pleasure of his shaft slamming into me.

“What’s the matter?” Nate asked, his tone giving away his smirk. “Don’t like it when someone ruffles your perfect little feathers?”

Right now? No. I don’t like it. I fucking love it.

“I hate you,” I moaned.

“That’s alright, sweetheart. As long as you love my dick, it’s all good.”

After another minute of jack hammering, he barked an order. “Come here.”

Keeping himself anchored inside me, he pulled my hips back further, forcing me to lose my grip on the enamel’s edge. Nate guided my ass onto his lap, and though I was still on my knees, I could no longer use my hands for support. I reached down, my nails digging into the outer sides of his thighs spread underneath mine. When his hand slithered between my arm and my waist, my stomach sank at the sudden touch of his fingers on my needy clit.

Between the sensations of his manhood grinding into me and his thoughtful massage, I was nearing the point of no return.

Nate seized a fist full of my hair with his free hand and forced my ear to his lips. “Now listen, sweetheart… When you cum, I wanna hear you say my name. That’s the price.”

“But I hate your name,” I groaned.

Really, I didn’t. I just hated him and would much rather keep my orgasm to myself. Sharing isn’t my strong suit.

“I don’t care,” he muttered against my lobe. “You either say it or you don’t cum. Deal?”

“No,” I hissed.

“I’m not playing, Sophie,” Nate growled. “I will pull my dick out right now and finish myself in front of you for all I care.”

You fucker.

He wouldn’t really do it, would he? Either way, I don’t want to chance it. I need this. Even if I have to have his name on my breath for a moment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Deal.”

“That’s my girl.”

I’m not your girl.

He kept his clutch on my hair and sucked on my ear, while trusting his cock and stroking my clit. I moaned and jerked my hips with each circle of his digits.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

I’ll cum for myself. Not you.

“There you go, Sophie,” Nate whispered. “Cum on my dick.”

An abrupt current of pleasure rushed from my core and my walls throbbed around his perfect shaft.

“Oh, Nate!" I cried. "Fuck!”

A few more curses accompanied another round of his name, slipping from my tongue. But little did he know, I didn’t even have to fake saying it. It poured out as naturally as the orgasm I’m soaking him with.

“Jesus Christ, Sophie!” he moaned, cupping my clit in his palm and cumming into the condom.

After we both finished, he reclaimed himself and took care of the rubber, by covering it with some toilet paper in the trash can. I quickly got dressed as to not stay in there any longer than I had to.

While Nate tugged his blue tee over this pecs and smirked at me, I couldn’t help but throw one last bit of snide his way. “What?”

His forehead pinched. “Still have that attitude, I see… Don’t worry. We’ll work on that.”

I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”

His thumb pressed into my chin and he leaned in. His lips pursed, connecting with mine. The tip of his tongue grazing my upper lip regrettably sent my stomach falling and my traitorous vocal chords moaning into his mouth. As his kiss peeled away, it strangely felt painful.

“I’m spending all summer here until college in the fall.”

His news left me stunned. Speechless.

He shot me a sly smile, claimed his cell and wallet from the vanity, and opened the slab to exit the bathroom.

Nate halted inside the frame, twisting to leave me with his last words. “I’ll see ya around, sweetheart.”

With an icy-blue wink, he coiled and closed the timber behind him.

I stood staring at the whitewashed grain, replaying the past hour in my brain.

All summer?

Shit.

I’m so fucked.