A Deal With The College Playboy

10. The Climax

ELLIE

I couldn't breathe as I sat there and looked at Beck with my mouth open. I could have sworn that in that moment, some tiny little creature had crawled into my brain and rewired everything so that I wouldn't be able to think properly.

Beck Ryder had just dared me to kiss him. And he wasn't even joking about it. He was leaning back on the couch, looking smug as hell like he knew he had me cornered. His eyes flicked down to my lips and then back up, and I swear my brain short-circuited.

How the f**k was I supposed to resist this?

"Nope," I blurted out suddenly, shaking my head like some lunatic. "Absolutely not."

"You can't back out of a dare, Buzzkill," he said, his voice sounding surprisingly calm while I was slowly losing my mind. "That's the rule."

"f**k the rules," I snapped, even though my hands were trembling in my lap. "This is... I can't... This is ridiculous."

He leaned in slowly, his grin widening just enough to make me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. "Rules are rules, babe. You're not going to chicken out, are you?"

And damn it, I didn't want to. Never mind the fact that it was incredibly stupid, and I would be no better than some random floozy who I used to laugh at because she'd fallen for Beck Ryder's charm. Here I was also, on the edge of that cliff and wanting to jump even though we both knew how incredibly stupid it would be. My chest felt tight, and my pulse was hammering wildly but I forced myself to move, keeping my eyes on him.

"Fine," I whispered, glaring at him. "But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'm going to cut out your tongue, Ryder."

"Fair enough, Buzzkill," he said. "Now pucker up and kiss me."

Before I could overthink it, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his.

Holy. f*****g. s**t.

His lips were so soft and warm, and something in me just cracked wide open. I thought it would be quick and awkward, and maybe even a little funny. But Beck kissed me back instantly, one hand sliding to the back of my neck and the whole world just went up in flames.

It didn't feel like anything I'd ever anticipated before. My brain completely melted as I pressed up against him, the electricity coursing through my lips going right to my brain and my nether regions. His thumb brushed against my skin softly, his other hand settling on my waist and suddenly I was clinging to him for dear life.

He deepened the kiss as we leaned into each other, tilting his head slowly and I swear I nearly moaned into his mouth. My body wasn't my own anymore, and I felt like my soul was floating outside my body and staring down at everything in front of me. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like fireworks, and I kept thinking so this is what it feels like to kiss someone you've been lowkey thirsting after for what feels like an eternity.

When his fingers traced the curve of my hip, I almost lost it. His touch was slow and teasing, like he knew exactly how insane he was driving me. A strange and unfamiliar heat suddenly pooled in my stomach and spread fast, and my thighs pressed together on instinct as I started getting wet.

Slowly, his hand came up and cupped my left breast, and I actually moaned that time because I just couldn't help myself. I don't even know how his fingers knew where my n****e was through the bra, but he pinched it without warning and I almost jumped away from him. But his grip on my waist was firm, and he just held me in place. My hands came up and grabbed onto his broad shoulders, and he just felt so strong and manly that I almost cried.

But then because the universe f*****g hates me, the doorbell suddenly rang, and we both froze.

Beck pulled back slowly, his forehead resting against mine and breathing just as heavily as me. "You've gotta be f*****g kidding me," he groaned.

I let out a shaky laugh, even though I wanted to scream as I said, "Guess the pizza guy has terrible timing."

He groaned slowly, dragging himself off the couch and causing me to look away as I realized he had a boner. I just sat there dazed and breathless with my lips swollen, trying to convince myself I hadn't just blacked out from how good that felt.

"Excuse me," he said as the doorbell rang again, and he left the room. As soon as he walked out, I threw my head back and covered my face in shame. What the hell was I doing? I wasn't one of those skanks who made out with Beck Ryder and let him feel her up. I had more self respect than that.

But I wanted him so badly. I just wanted to get this over with, so I could focus on dying in peace. I'd clung to my virginity for so long, and I just needed to let it go. It wasn't something so sacred that I needed to hold onto it for too long.

If we ended up hooking up tonight, it would save me the trouble of having to find a way to make him sleep with me. It would certainly save me weeks of planning, and I could move on to more important things.

Like planning my funeral.

But just as I was trying to push back my anxiety, my phone suddenly started buzzing. I glanced over and saw that it was Aunt Carol, and I had to scream into the pillow in frustration.

"Hey," I answered, trying to sound normal even though I sounded like someone who just got kissed into another dimension.

"Sweetie, it's getting late," she said. "I don't want you walking home in the dark. Can you head back now?"

My heart sank as soon as she said that. The last thing I wanted to do was leave right now. My whole body was still tingling with electricity and Beck was still in the kitchen. I couldn't leave now, when I was so close.

"I'm right next door, Aunt Carol" I said. "I'll be fine."

"I know," she said. "But I just don't like the idea of you being over there with a random boy who just moved in a few days ago. It's not right."

"Fine," I forced myself to say. "I'll come home."

I hung up and tried to fight back my disappointment just as Beck came back into the room, holding the pizza box with a smirk on his lips. But then he saw me grabbing my bag, and the smile disappeared immediately.

"You're leaving?" he said incredulously. "Was I really that bad?"

"It's my aunt," I said with a shrug, even though inside I was screaming 'please ask me to stay'. "She worries about me."

"But you live right next door," he said. "I was going to walk you home later."

"I'm sorry, but I'll see you tomorrow," I muttered, trying not to sound disappointed. Then I practically ran out before I could change my mind and throw myself at him.

When I got home, Aunt Carol was still in the kitchen scrolling through her phone with her glasses perched on her nose. She looked up as I walked in, and her frown disappeared immediately.

"Good timing," she said. "I was about to send out a search party."

"Relax, I wasn't that late," I grumbled, unable to look at her.

She studied me for a second, while I panicked and wondered if she could see "just made out with the quarterback" stamped across my forehead. But then she just smiled softly and said, "You look happy."

"Beck ordered pizza," I said.

She chuckled, and it was obvious she knew I was lying but she didn't care as she pointed upstairs. "Well, go get some rest. You have an early class tomorrow."

I kissed her cheek and bolted upstairs, my heart racing while I wondered if she could smell him on him. I certainly could, and it was driving me insane.

The second I closed my bedroom door and locked it, I collapsed on my bed and buried my face in my pillow. And just like that, it all hit me. The kiss, his hands, his voice when he dared me, and the way his eyes looked when he was leaning against my forehead. My whole body tingled at the memory as the familiar heat returned and started spreading fast, and before I knew it my hand was sliding over my breasts and down my stomach.

"f**k," I whispered, because I couldn't stop thinking about him. I kept remembering his mouth on mine, and the way he'd held me like he didn't want to let go. My fingers slipped under my waistband before I could stop myself, and I gasped when I realized how wet I already was.

It was like my entire body had been waiting for this, and for that kiss. Every time I replayed it in my mind, my hips pushed up against my own hand without warning, and I imagined that he was the one touching me down there.

"Oh Beck," I moaned into the pillow, biting down hard as I rubbed circles over my c**t, faster and faster. My thighs started trembling as my breath started coming in shallow gasps. I imagined him here right now with his lips trailing down my neck and his hand replacing mine, and the thought alone sent me spiraling.

The pressure started to build up too quickly, like my body had been on edge all night and it finally snapped. My toes curled in pleasure as my back arched, and I came so hard that I actually blacked out for a second, shaking against the sheets with his name still on my lips.

I collapsed back afterwards all sweaty and exhausted, staring up at the ceiling like I'd just committed a crime. All I could think was how that kiss was only the beginning. Beck wouldn't have kissed me if he didn't find me attractive on some level. He wanted me, perhaps even as much as I wanted him.

And hell, I couldn't wait to see him again.