Page 7 of Has-Been
He squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded, as his breath rushed out of him.
“Thank you. You’re right. No is the right answer, darlin’. I’m not good enough to touch you. I will never be good enough.” He started to retreat, and I had no idea what was happening, but I couldn’t let him go.
“No, Has-Been! I’m saying I won’t tell you to stop. I want you, and I need you. I need to be with you.”
His eyes popped open again and he look conflicted, so conflicted it hurt.
“Don’t you want to touch me, Has-Been?”
“You know that’s not what’s going on here. You’re special, and too fucking good for me. You deserve a decent man, and a first time that you’ll fucking treasure, and that’s not me, and this place, and this moment. You deserve more than this.”
“What about what I want, doesn’t that count? I’ve waited so long for experiences that others take for granted, and now, look at us… we’re right here, and itisspecial, and itisperfect.It’s us.”
Since he’d backed off and I could move, I sat up, and lifted off my thin vest, baring my breasts to a man for the first time in my life. It was terrifying, and exhilarating, and that look in his eyes… when he saw them, when he let out a soft tortured groan… it was everything he was trying to deny. Want. Need. Desire.
“You’re a vixen, Elise, you know that? Showing me all your perfection like this. How’s a man supposed to be strong enough to resist you?”
Has-Been cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me again. It was another of those slow, soft kisses, the ones that sent tingles straight down to my toes. He slid a hand around the back of my neck, cupping the back of my head, and then he pulled back to stare into my eyes.
“If you want me to stop, just say. I promise that you’re safe with me.”
I nodded, and then my breath caught in my throat as I felt his other hand moving. His fingers trailed down my neck, and along my collarbone, and then they moved lower.
His eyes stayed on mine the entire time, like he wanted to see how I reacted to his touch, or maybe he was watching for fear or panic. All I felt though was desire, and need, and excitement. Has-Been was touching me at last.
Five
Ishouldn’thavebeentouchingher at all, but she’d blasted through the last of my self control, when she lifted off that tiny top, and showed me the beauty that had been hidden beneath.
Her breathing was getting faster as my fingers moved lower, and as I caressed the very top of her breasts, and gently walked my fingers down the valley between them, I could feel her hips squirming beneath mine. Her reactions were all good, all right, all perfect. One hint of fear, or anything negative, and I’d have moved in an instant.
“I need more,” she whispered, her eyes widening as I slipped my hand down to cup the weight of her left breast, letting her get used to my touch before I tried for more.
Someone tried the door, and then knocked on it, and we both gasped and sprang apart, Elise lifting her top in front of her.
“Sweets, you in there? I need to talk to you.” It was my fucking VP. Her brother. The one person who absolutely couldn’t find me in her fucking room.
“Shit. I don’t know what to do.” She turned those wide panicked eyes in my direction, and I moved quickly, grabbing her some clothing. I shoved it at her.
“Bathroom now. Get dressed, then flush and wash up like you were just peeing, okay? I’ve got this.” She swallowed hard, and I could see the frustration and regret on her face.
“Babe, I’m so sorry we got interrupted, butI’m not done with you yet.” As her face lit up with a huge smile, I mentally kicked myself for saying that. I had no right to be here, and I had no idea how to explain my presence to her brother, who was thumping a fist on the door now.
I took a deep breath, checked I wasn’t about to poke his eye out with my boner, and then I unlocked the door and pulled it open.
“The fuck are you doing here?”
I forced an easy grin. “Yeah, nice to see you too.” Shit, last we spoke I was pissed at him, so already I was messing this up.
“I’m waiting.” He folded his arms, but I watched his eyes searching the room for his sister.
“She’s taking a leak, man. She saw us arguing from the window, and wanted to know what it was about, that’s all. We were talking.” I pointed to the table by the window, like we’d been sitting there the whole damn time, instead of on her bed, doing things I should have been able to resist.
“Why was the fucking door locked, Has?” He wasn’t buying it, and why the hell would he, right? He thought of me as a fucking killer, and here I was locked up in his sister’s room.
She reappeared then, fully dressed, and having flushed and run the tap like I directed.
“I locked it. You told me there was a killer around here.” Stitch looked from his sister to me, and crossed the room, looking to me like he was fucking checking the place out, to try and verify our story, and that’s when I realised how fucking bad things looked.
