Page 23 of Crave You

Christian and I hit it off when I realized that he could see through my calm exterior to the ambition and rage that was bubbling underneath. “Whatever stokes the engine, remember you are the driver, babe,” he had said. It had been good advice then and in the years that followed and — even though he didn’t know and didn’t want to know the dark depths of my soul — he was someone I felt completely at ease and he was with me.

Now, in about 10 days, I will be able to see the band and — most importantly — my friend. I can’t wait.

That doesn’t help me with what am I meant to do tonight though. What can I do on a random Tuesday night to pass the time away? Erin is out on a date, and she made it clear she won’t be home tonight. Laurel has rehearsals for a play her drama class is putting on. Which leaves me home alone.

I tried reading but I’m not in the mood for it and I tried watching a movie, but I can’t find one I can get into. Speaking to Christian was nice and that passed like half an hour, but he’s my friend not my babysitter and I can’t expect him to drop everything to keep me entertained.

Since Erin left, I have been on and off debating calling Zander. I don’t think I have the courage to do it. But texting him? Well, that’s another thing. That’s something I think I would dare do. I pick my phone back up and sit for a moment, wondering what to write. I decide that with Zander, less is more, and he will want me to get straight to the point.

I think for a moment and then I type out a text message.

“Hey. So, Erin is gone for the night, and I am all alone … Fancy coming over?”

I hit send and wait for a response. It’s the first time I’ve texted Zander and I am a little bit nervous. He talks a big game about me being his and shit, but he doesn’t really act as if he is my boyfriend. I don’t think I will ever know where I stand with him.

My phone pings and my stomach rolls deliciously. I pick it up and read the reply Zander has sent me.

“I would love to, but it’s initiation night at Valens.”

My anticipation turns to disappointment. But — now I’ve gotten brave enough to text Zander — I’m not ready to leave it at that. I bite my lower lip while I think and then, with a grin of delight, I take my phone through to my bedroom. I strip off down to my cute little black thong and then I flatten out my bed covers. I lie on my back and rest my hand on my belly, my fingertips inside my waistband. I snap a photo.

I look at it and can’t help but smile. The lighting is perfect, and I look much better in that picture than I thought I would. I’m pretty sure I look better in that picture than I do in real life, but I’m not worried about that. In real life, Zander isn’t going to be looking at me, taking in all the little details, but on a picture he might. I hope he does.

I think for a moment and smile as the perfect caption comes to me. I quickly type it out.

“That’s a shame. I thought maybe you could initiate me.” I attach the photo and hit send.

Still smiling, I get back up and go to my wardrobe. I leave my underwear on, and I put a short, red nightie over it. I go back out to the lounge with my phone. After some time passes with no response I begin to lose hope of Zander’s replying. I start to wonder if sending that picture was a mistake. What if Zander finds it repulsive or too “normal”? What if he shows the others? Oh my God, what if he posts it on social media?

All those thoughts run through my mind, but I tell myself to calm down. It’s not as if my face is in the photo. It could be anyone. If he does share it around then he’s just a bastard, and I want nothing more to do with him, but I can still deny it’s me and no one will know otherwise.

I’m still convinced it was a bad idea when the doorbell goes. I haven’t ordered any food and I can’t see Laurel being out of rehearsal this early.

I have a sneaky hope, so I go to the door, still wearing my tiny nightie. I pull the door open, and my body instantly flames alight when I see Zander standing there, his clothes casual and a backpack is slung over one shoulder. But, what I really notice is his eyes, they are ablaze with a desire so hot I swear I can feel it.

We don’t speak. I step back and Zander steps inside and kicks the door closed behind him. He takes my hand and pulls me to him. Our lips meet in a fiery kiss, and he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my arms and legs around Zander, and he carries me along the hallway. I pull my mouth from his long enough to gasp out that it’s the door on the right and then I’m lost in Zander’s kiss once more.

Once we are in my room, he sets me down on the ground and we stand looking at each other. My chest is heaving, and my pussy is screaming for release. I want to lead Zander to my bed, straddle him, and ride him until we both cum, but I feel like taking the lead that way with him would be a mistake and so I wait for him to make a move.

“Take them off,” he says.

I don’t hesitate. I pull my nightie over my head and then I reach behind myself, unhook my bra, and let the straps slip down my arms and the bra land on the ground at my feet. I push my panties down and step out of them with one foot. I keep the other foot inside them and flick it, flicking my panties away from us.

Zander looks me up and down and judging by the approving smile on his face and his nodding head, he likes what he sees. I’m aware that I am fully naked, and Zander is fully clothed and I’m aware that this should make me feel uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. I like Zander’s eyes on me. I like the way he approves of what he sees.

My pussy is soaking wet before he even touches me. If this is what he can do with his eyes, I can’t wait to see what he can do with his cock.

Finally, he beckons to me, and I step forward and Zander’s lips close on mine. As we kiss, I pull his t shirt up and over his head, our lips coming apart for just long enough for the t shirt to pass our faces. I open his jeans and within seconds, his jeans, boxer shorts, shoes and socks are gone, and he stands before me as naked as I am. I want to be able to look him up and down the way he did to me, but I can’t because we are still kissing and when I try to pull back from the kiss, Zander doesn’t allow it. His hand goes to the back of my head and holds me in place. “There.”

As we kiss, Zander walks me towards the bed. I feel it hit the back of my knees and Zander gives me a light shove. My knees bend and I’m on the bed. Zander climbs on and kneels between my open legs.

“Someone is ready for this,” he says with a smile as he looks at my drenched pussy.

I feel myself blush, but I don’t look away and neither does he. The chemistry between us is so hot I almost expect to see little flames dancing between us. Zander leans down and sucks one of my breasts into his mouth. He moves the nipple between his tongue and top of his mouth where the hard ridges are.

It’s both painful and exhilarating at the same time. It’s a contradictory sensation. I want him to stop, need him to stop, but I know that as soon as he does, I will want him to start again. With my nipple rolling back and forth between his front teeth, Zander plunges his fingers into my pussy.

I press my head back into my pillow and make a pained gasping sound. The sound doesn’t stop Zander; in fact, it seems to spur him on. There is no gentle build up this time. He goes straight in with two fingers and his thumb finds my clit. I go from craving feeling full to being so full I am almost overwhelmed in just a second.

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