Eat Me

ChapterEleven

The moment his lips brushed against my own, I melted. We had done this dance before and agreed it was a one-time thing, but this - this was different. When his tongue caressed my lips sweetly asking for permission, I willingly gave him the key, and slowly our mouths started dancing in pure synchrony. I didn't want it to end, but a part of me knew what we were doing was wrong. The last thing I wanted was to have our friendship ruined. When I had arrived home, he didn't look drunk, and I knew in the time I had been back he'd not drunk enough to be even remotely intoxicated. So where was this coming from?

One of his hands slid from my face, down the length of my back, before settling firmly on my arse cheek. Holding me tight, he gently rocked me against him, soaking my underwear at every grind on his hard length.

Our kissing grew more feverish, and the urgency that engulfed my senses had bubbled over, forcing me to take the driving seat.

'More,' I inwardly screamed.

Understanding my need, he swiftly lifted me, both hands kneading my cheeks as we moved towards the bedroom.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I panted between kisses. Someone had to say it, not that I wanted to stop. But at least it was out there, so later we could remember it as a moment when we had an out.

The fleecy duvet caressed my body as I crash-landed on my bed.

Warren towered over me, his chest rising and falling, his black locks disheveled. Christ, this man radiated masculinity.

"Open your legs."

I skimmed up the bed until my head touched the pillow. Last time Warren and I had s*x, it was nothing like this. We were a lot younger but not exactly inexperienced. A new girl would be in his bed weekly, sometimes multiple partners in one night. And I, well, I'd had my fair share of intimate encounters before him. But this, the man in front of me; I was seeing this side of him for the first time.

Purely out of interest as to how he'd react, I obliged, spreading myself open for him.

Both hands clasped together in front of his face, almost resembling a man deep in prayer.

Not that I didn't have something he could worship.

"Well f*ck," he moaned, watching my finger move my underwear to the side and gently stroke myself.

For the second time in a few short days, I felt sexy.

Normally, I would use oversize hoodies as somewhat of a shield. Something I could wear to not stand out. But lying here, I felt fully exposed, and seeing the effect I was having on Warren, it was exhilarating.

I wanted more.

The bed dipped as his large frame crawled my way. And when his fingers curled into the sides of my underwear, my skin was on fire. I panted underneath his gaze, watching him rid me of his shirt and my knickers. There was an urgency in his actions, a hunger in his eyes. My balled up underwear found its way into the pocket of his joggers, something that brought heat to my cheeks thinking about what he wanted with them.

Hidden beneath his jogging bottoms was a solid gift just for me. One that I intended on getting my hands on as soon as possible.

Suddenly, my body jerked, making my fists grip the sheets beneath me. Warren's head had disappeared between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my sensitive bud like he was devouring an ice lolly during a heatwave. If I had thought our kiss was heated and passionate, then this, well, it was something else entirely. His tongue was an artist creating a masterpiece and my p*ssy -his canvas.

"Please," I was so close, "I... I need." I was breathing too fast to keep up with my own words.

His pace increased, sucking and nipping as I was stretched, one finger at a time.

I couldn't hold it any longer. A beautiful display of fireworks exploded behind my eyelids and my cries of pleasure tore out of me.

His mouth stayed latched on, cleaning up every last drop as I finished riding out my org*sm.

When he was satisfied with his work, he moved to the side of the bed to rid himself of his joggers. He was bigger than I remembered, granted it had been a long time since I'd seen him.

Gazing at him stark naked in front of me had me aching for what was to come.

"Cassy, look what you do to me." His gruff voice, almost a growl, commanded attention. Pumping his manhood slowly, it took time for him to work from base to tip.

I sat up on my knees and edged closer to the end of the bed.

Knowing we should have stopped this long before we even started was second in my mind. Scratch that, the thought had been lost in the wind and I couldn't think of anything I wanted more than to have him inside me.

Later we could deal with the awkwardness of what happened.

Later we could remind ourselves that it was a mistake and move forward like it never happened.

Extending my tongue, I tasted the bead of pre-c*m, savouring the saltiness. His moan pushed me forward, egging me on. With my lips wrapped around his length, I took him as far as I could, wrapping my hands around the base to make up for what I couldn't fit in my mouth.

I pumped, licked, sucked, all hoping to elicit a reaction similar to the one he had given me moments ago, and I knew I was close. Our eyes met, his large onyx pupils piercing my own as I took him as deep as I could, leaving tears streaking my cheeks.

I trusted him, but it was as though something had taken over, he didn't seem like my Warren. Behind his eyes laid something I couldn't quite decipher, something primal.

Before finding his release, his hands fisted my hair, stopping my movement in an instant.

Had I done something wrong? Did this go too far for him?

It was amazing how quickly my thoughts could go from those of joy to anxiety and woe.

He pulled out of me, a move that, to me, felt forced on his behalf. The grip on my hair loosened, enough to let the strands fall on their own accord.

"Warren?" Shakilly, I called out to him, sitting up on my knees.

Silence.

If I thought whatever was going through my head was a lot, I had no clue what had happened in his for him to switch like this. Whatever had happened between us, he was my friend and I couldn't deny the level of concern that washed over me.

"Talk to me," I pleaded. Cautiously, I reached forward and pressed my palm to his chest. It was so slick with sweat that his chest hair had flattened and stuck to his skin.

More silence.

Sh*t.

My other hand cupped his cheek, as I forced him to look at me. I lightly traced his cheekbone with my thumb.

"Come back to me, Warren," I whispered, coaxing him back to reality.

Just then, a loud ringing sounded from the living room. An odd time for someone to be calling, but whoever it was had managed to break Warren from the trance he was in. As if awaking from a dream, his face turned somber as he stepped out of my reach and off into the other room.

I sat back on my heels. The atmosphere was different now, and we couldn't go back to doing what we were about to do. That being said, the look on his face screamed mistake. He was probably pleased about the interruption.

The hushed voice went silent too quickly for me to hear what the tone of his conversation was and who was calling him in the middle of the night. So by the time I had pulled on my dressing gown and entered the living room, Warren was already dressed and was pulling on his trainers.

"You're leaving?"

He didn't even have the decency to look me in the eye after what had happened. We weren't a couple. We weren't cheating on significant others. Essentially, we hadn't done anything wrong. So why did he look ashamed of what we had done?

"I have to get back for work." He pulled on his jacket, sparing me a quick glance.

"At this time? Really?" I followed him to the door. "Why don't you get some sleep and leave when the sun comes up? You've been drinking and-"

"I have to go, Cas," he sighed. His hand reached for the doorknob. "I'll call you later."

The door closed quietly behind him, and I was left alone with my thoughts.