Inspirit
Song: Push It by Garbage
Once he reached his room, he set you down next to his bed in the darkness, being able to only make out the silhouettes and outlines of each other and the furniture. His hands went to your hips, he turned you and pressed himself against your backside. You could feel that he was already rock hard. You licked your lips, your body getting to work quickly to prepare for him.
While one hand stayed on your hip, his other swept your hair to one side and when his lips met your neck, his hand grasped your other shoulder with his thumb at the base of your neck. He used his hand on your hip to keep it in place against him. He pushed your shoulder forward and bent you over the bed with just enough force to be amazingly arousing.
You let out a tiny whimper, your elbows coming to rest on the mattress. Your little sound made him growl deeply as he folded himself over you.
His presence was commanding, but surprisingly gentle and protective; a perfect balance. Your body had responded to it at break neck speed. Adding his current actions to the kisses you had already shared, you were soaking wet, your passage swollen with the need to feel full. You loved to be treated delicately in bed. But, there was also something terribly rousing about the primal way he was paying you attention; bending you over, being just rough enough... Like he was just going to take what he wanted, but at a slow and passionate pace.
As he was pressed against you, his elbow on the bed, he snaked his arm around your waist snugly. His lips grazed your ear as he spoke, sending a shiver straight to your core, his voice low and gruff, "You ready to finally get what you deserve, sweetheart?" He ground his stiff shaft against your ass.
Holy fuck. A new wave of excitement fluttered though your lower belly. You let out a whimper and arched your back, your voice quiet, "Yes... Please, Chris."
He paused... He lifted off you and he took a step back.
You turned and looked over your shoulder to barely see his shape in the near complete dark. You were surprised to find that he was just standing there. You turned completely and sat on the edge of the bed. Since you couldn't make out his face, but could see that his fists were clenched, you started to get a little nervous, "Chris? What's wrong?"
Nothing but slightly labored breathing.
You couldn't tell what he was feeling, thinking, going to do... Anything. "Honey, you're scaring me.", you said cautiously.
His voice was soft, "I'm sorry." He sighed heavily, "I just can't bring myself to do it."
Your brows furrowed, but your voice was level, "What? Why?" You stood and turned on the bedside lamp and went to him, seeing now how upset he was. You could see that his eyes were glistening with conflict even though he wouldn't look at you. "Chris?", you touched his hand and then curled your fingers around his. "What's wrong, love?", you cooed, stroking his hand with your thumb.
He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a long beat. Your love. You called him your love and he couldn't even give you what you both wanted. On top of the guilt, he was now also contending with feeling inadequate.
Your brows pulled up in the center in sympathy. You needed to know what was upsetting him so much. You gripped his jaw gently to turn his head to you, "Chris, tell me what's going on."
His eyes finally met yours when you spoke this time. He looked so pained. "I feel guilty."
Your expression turned to confusion, "Why?"
He sighed and shook his head and the irony of his situation. He honestly thought he could get through this on his own, without dragging you into it. But he understood now, that wasn't going to be the case. It was time he told you, "I keep feeling like if I had sex with you, I'd be betraying Seb."
Your eyebrows shot up. "Wow... Talk about ironic."
He just nodded, looking less than amused.
"I think there's something I should share with you."
He knit his eyebrows, actually feeling a little nervous about what you could possibly need to share with him at a moment like this.
"I had a dream about you and Seb before you came home."
His forehead wrinkled in heightened curiousity and surprise.
"In my dream, Seb handed me over to you, he held me from behind while you kissed me and then he left, smiling. And once I woke up, I started thinking about the past with all three of us."
He nodded slightly, his gaze intent on listening to you.
"And if you really think about it, Chris... I think you could see that Seb would be okay with us... Just like I saw it."
His expression showed confusion... Then concentration as his gaze fell on the bed just behind you to your right.
He didn't seem to be thinking of anything significant, so you encouraged his thoughts further, "Like, when you came back home after finding out Seb and I were together?..."
He tilted his head a little, "Yeah...?"
You saw that he wasn't connecting the dots yet. "He left us alone to reconnect? When you punched him and apologized to me... Didn't you think it was strange that your were close enough to kiss me then and he didn't do anything? Chris, he never stopped anything between us... Anything."
It started to make sense to him, but slowly, "I just thought he trusted that I wouldn't go too far with you."
"Yeah, me too. But now, I think he was actually beginning to nudge us; encourage us to be together, along with me being with him." He started to look more shocked as everything lined up in his head and you continued, "Just think about it. Think about our whole friendship; the three of us... Before and after Seb and I got together...", then you just watched him and waited, hoping the switch would flip in his mind.
He was staring blankly at the floor next to you in thought for a moment. His eyes met yours again as his chest heaved with a deep breath and he whispered, "Oh my God."
Your brows pulled up and you nodded as if to say 'I know, right?'
"Oh my God." He leaned forward and took you in his arms tightly. "Oh, wow. This is fucking insane." He pulled back and shook his head, "I don't even know what to say."
You nodded, "I know. It's a lot to take in."
"I don't even understand now how I never saw it. I knew him inside and out and I never saw it."
"Take all the time you need to process it, okay?"
"I don't need to process shit. It's clear as day to me now." He leaned over and kissed you playfully several times, grabbing your face, "Thank you, baby. Thank you so much! I've been struggling since the day after I came home." God, he was so fuckin' relieved!
You giggled, "You're welcome."
Your face still in his hands, he kissed you gently now, "My little angel. Thank you for opening my eyes so that I can finally, really give you all of me." He put your hand against his chest, covering it with his own, over his heart. "I love you, sweetheart." He leaned down and kissed your lips softly.
"I love you.", you smiled back.
"Now,", he turned you around again and bent you over the bed with the same force as before while you squeaked and giggled. He licked his lips and hummed while he massaged your sides firmly with his strong hands, pressing himself against your ass once more. You moaned softly and bit your lip at feeling his length hardening quickly. He took the same position as earlier, covering you with his body and holding you against him with an arm. He spoke low in your ear, "Let's try this again." You sighed and shivered. He snapped his hips against your ass roughly, bumping you forward and forcing a surprised, pleasured sound from you, your mouth hanging open.
"You're gonna be mine completely now, baby girl. And nothing is gonna stop me this time."