Crushed (5 page)

I huffed softly, "Its not a crime
to want to look nice."

"I am not disagreeing. Maybe next
time I'll take you somewhere fancy where a cocktail dress will be
required." I found myself shivering, little sparks moving through
my body as his eyes tried undressing me. I cleared my throat and
lifted my chin.

"Who said there was going to be a
next time? Maybe I'll find you terrible company." I was looking
straight ahead but heard him chuckle beside me.

"But you're too nice to cut me down
like that, yeah?" He put his hand on my hip from behind and steered
me towards a little opening by the water. There was a large blanket
already spread on the ground and a little electric lantern in the
middle for extra light when the sun set. It was very romantic. Damn
him. Whatever comeback I'd had for him was lost at the sight before
me.

"Wow..." I watched his backside as
he set the picnic basket down beside the lantern. Did he know I
meant wow to his ass in those jeans? It should be illegal for a man
to be so delicious looking in clothes. I looked away before he
caught me eye-banging him.

"I manage." He grinned at me as he
sat down and started prepping for eating. His attention was on
pulling out the parts of the meal. As much as I didn't want to, my
attention was on his body. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome like
Will. If he was in a lineup the girls wouldn't pick him first or
second. His parts fit together, he wasn't too thin or too bulky but
he was ripped. I sat down on the blanket before I started drooling
over his biceps which bulged in his shirt when he leaned over to
place a bread bowl on a plate opposite him.

My eyes turned to the lake and I
started to babble, as I tended to do when I was uncomfortable, "I
walk around the lake every day. There are lots of turtles in
there...and you'd never know it unless you took the time to look
for them." His green eyes looked at me and he was grinning. His
hands were busy pouring soup into the bread bowls.

"You do like to keep busy, don't
you? Are you a turtle fan specifically or have you just noticed
them here?"

I forced myself to look back to the
lake again and shrugged my shoulders. "I guess a turtle fan
specifically. I think they're cute." I couldn't help but look at
him again, wondering what he thought of my girly
confession.

"I can see that." He nodded. He
popped the cork on the bottle he'd brought for us and reached out
long to catch the cork when it fell back down. He winked at me as
he held out a glass of bubbly liquid. I sipped it and puckered my
lips. It was grape juice... so I guess he wasn't trying to get me
drunk to seduce me, that was a good sign.

We both started to eat the soup. It
was so hardy and creamy. I moaned softly and pointed into the bread
bowl with my spoon. "This is delicious. Where do you get
it?"

"I made it myself." I couldn't hide
my surprise, my eyes widened and he smirked at me.

"Wow. So do you do this picnic date
a lot? The ladies must love it." I tried to sound casual as I
continued to eat but thinking of him giving this same treatment to
other girls was making my stomach twist in knots. Which was crazy.
Neil and I were friends, he was too much of a player to be anything
more. I pushed those feelings aside and put another spoonful of the
soup to my lips.

"Never. I usually do something more
but this isn't a date." He winked at me and I tried to hide my
blush by ducking my head, gazing at the lake briefly. Something
more? What on Earth could be more than this? Alcohol instead of
sparkling grape juice? A four course meal?

"Of course. So who was the last
girl you took on a date?" I watched as he picked at his bread bowl
and tried not to imagine his fingers tweaking my
nipples.

"The brunette in our English class,
Sasha." Wow, I didn't know those two had even been on speaking
terms. I knew that she flirted with him but I didn't know they'd
been semi-serious. Or did Neil even really do semi-serious? Back to
the mission, I had to find out about me. Enough thinking about Neil
and trying to get into his head. I tried to throw him off by
chatting with him casually. Neil was funny and charming. That's
probably why all the girls liked him, the muscles didn't hurt
either, I'm sure.

As the sun started to set behind
the trees I glanced over at him and took in his handsomely average
features. Mission: I had to see if him kissing me would lead to his
undoing. "So who is the best kisser on campus?"

"Maybe you." His flirting was like
second nature to him. I was sure I could've been any girl sitting
there and he would've said the same thing.

"How could I be the best at
something I've only done twice?" I tilted my head, my ear touching
my shoulder.

"Being Cupid's daughter probably
doesn't hurt."

I looked back to the lake and
smiled softly. "I didn't see you weak in the knees after our brief
kiss, it couldn't have been the best." I was fishing and flirting
back, I couldn't help myself.

I felt his hand on my shoulder and
I bit my lip softly. "Maybe I just have strong knees." I laughed at
him and felt his hand move slowly to my lower back.

"You have an answer for everything.
If any other girl were here I'm sure you'd tell them they were the
best. Am I wrong?" I glanced at him and he wore a serious
expression.

"Yes, you're wrong. I might not be
looking to settle down but I don't lie, especially to women." I
felt his thumb gently rubbing my spine, sending shivers to my
core.

I grinned at him, trying to lighten
the mood, wanting him to smile at me again. "Sounds like something
a liar might say." I shivered a little, as the chill in the air
became more pronounced.

"Are you cold?" His eyes were
roaming my body again and stopped on my chest. I looked down and
noticed my hardened nipples. I laughed softly and crossed my arms
over my chest to hide the friendly nips.

"Obviously. We can go if you're
ready..." I wasn't ready to go yet, I still needed to test my
theory.

He cleared the blanket and then
stood up, I stood up too. He must have been ready to go. He picked
up the blanket and put it around my shoulders. He held it tight in
the front as his eyes looked over my face. I felt the wetness
gather between my thighs and closed my eyes. What was wrong with
me? I opened them again and his lips were coming towards mine. I
closed my eyes again and let him kiss me. He was a great kisser, he
took his time, not too pushy, not too needy.

I moaned softly and pulled away so
I could look in his eyes. "Neil..." He met my gaze, his eyes seemed
to smolder in the low lighting.

"Yes, Claire?" His voice was gruff,
his hands rested gently on my hips. He wasn't going to hold me
there and force himself on me. His kissing me didn't make him want
to attack me. Maybe we hadn't kissed enough. I pressed my lips to
his and kissed him hotly, wanting his body pressed against mine. I
felt fire between our lips, moving into my body. I was hot
suddenly, I wanted him to make me hotter.

I pulled away and his lips trailed
down to my neck. My eyes refused to open, my body wanting to savor
the feelings he was sending through my blood. "Neil...wait..." This
was the true test... would he wait? Could he contain
himself?

He pressed one more kiss to my neck
before pulling back, his jaw clenched tightly as he looked over my
face, his thumb stroking my jawbone lightly. "Anything you want,
love." And that was when I knew, I wanted him badly. I was going to
join the Neil fan club. I needed to give it away before it was
taken from me and to a guy who wasn't going to make a big deal out
of it.

Chapter 8

Neil

Fuck, she was killing me. She was
the best kisser I'd ever encountered. She made my blood burn. Every
inch of me wanted to touch her, be inside her. It was all I had in
me to keep from throwing her on the ground and burying myself
inside her.

My cock pressed hard against the
front of my jeans, trying to escape and find wet, tight warmth. Her
voice, soft and breathy, cut through my thoughts. "I want you..." I
felt a groan escape from me. Surely I'd imagined that.

"Say it again, love." I kissed her
neck once more, my hands running through her silky blonde
locks.

"I want you, Neil. Please take me."
She exhaled softly and then laid herself down on the ground in
front of me. Like a beautiful offering. My father would have been
proud of such an offering. And I was not strong enough to turn it
down. I climbed over her smoothly, my hips between her supple
thighs.

My left hand traveled up the back
of her thigh, "Anything you want, love," I grabbed a hold of her
black tights and drug them down slowly exposing her white milky
flesh. I was not going to rush this. Who knew if this opportunity
was going to come again?

She lifted her hips, her hands in
my hair. "Hurry, please." I wasn't going to deny her. I couldn't. I
grabbed her panties and tights and pulled them the rest of the way
off, flinging them off somewhere behind me. I unzipped my jeans, my
dick jumping with the excitement of being released. I grabbed a
condom from my back pocket, ripped it open and pushed it on before
settling between her thighs.

I pushed forward until my tip
touched her warmth. She was wet and ready. I looked down at her
sweet beautiful face, her hands were on my shoulders and she
nodded. "Yes...please..." I kissed her neck as I pushed forward,
breaking through her barrier. I wanted to hear her moan as I filled
her and I did. It was the most fucking perfect sound I'd ever
heard. I froze for a minute, letting her get used to my dick inside
her. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect.

Her legs wrapped around my waist,
"More...please..." I would give her more, more than she could have
dreamed she'd wanted. I varied my thrusts, making myself last,
making her pleasure immense. I lasted as long as I could but
kissing her, fucking her, it was too much and soon I shuddered and
released.

She pushed on my chest and I rolled
us so that she was on top of me. She leaned forward and my dick
slipped out of her. I grabbed the condom and put it in the grass
for the moment and then grabbed her hips, turned her so she was
laying on my chest and pushed her back onto my still hard cock.
"You didn't..." I didn't want to say the word, I'd never been so
lost in the sex that I hadn't gotten the girl off first.

She wasn't going anywhere until we
were even. My fingers found her warm slick button and I fondled her
there, circling it, driving her higher. I could tell by her
thrusting hips that she liked that spot. I kissed her neck as she
moaned and moved against my finger. When she came and squeezed my
dick hard I groaned loudly. Her hands were in my hair, pulling it
hard. It was the hottest bloody thing ever. I held her to me and
teased her through the entire orgasm, I wanted her coming back for
more. I hadn't had enough yet, I wasn't sure I ever
would.

"That orgasm..." She gasped softly
as her breath started to slow, "I want more." I chuckled. Mission
accomplished.

"As many as you can stand, love." I
pressed my lips to her delicious neck, my finger still teasing her
and her hips started to rock on me. I groaned and nipped her neck.
She was driving me fucking crazy. I wanted to pump myself into her.
She sat up and put her hands on my knees as I lifted them up to
support her.

"Quit calling me love, I might get
the wrong idea..." I didn't reply, I didn't want her to get the
wrong idea either. My mind went blank. I groaned as I felt my balls
tighten in her exploring hands. I grabbed the skirt of her dress
and lifted it so I could see her round ass as she bounced on my
cock. The sight was so distracting that I didn't notice until it
was too late that Claire's thumb had found my taint. She pressed on
it, how the girl knew what to do with that I had no idea but it was
a new feeling for me, a fucking awesome feeling. I had forgotten
all about letting her take the lead on my cock. I held her hips
tighter and drove myself into her making her scream.

"Oooh, yes!" She grabbed my right
hand and pulled it towards her clit. I rubbed it and held her other
thigh tight as I continued to pump myself into her deep and hard.
"Please, so close, so close." I felt her tighten hard around my
cock and I groaned. She shuddered and yelled out, "NEIL!
Fuuuuccckkk!" Her finger left my new special spot and I moaned
loudly myself as the best fucking orgasm I'd ever had spilled out
of me and into her.

She fell back onto my chest,
panting, trying to catch her breath with me. "Is it always like
that?" She asked softly.

Fucking amazing?
I laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her neck.
"No, I haven't experienced anything like that."

She gasped as she pulled herself
off my cock. I groaned, already missing her tight warmth. She lay
next to me, her hand on my stomach, her cheek resting on her arm.
"Sounds like maybe that was the best sex you've ever had." She was
teasing me. And I fucking loved it.

I nodded, keeping my face serious,
because my answer was. "Definitely the best." I let that sink in
for a minute and when she started to fidget I gave her my best
smile. She smiled back. "Maybe we can do that again sometime." I
pressed a kiss to her forehead and then got up. I didn't need her
thinking she was as special as that orgasm had me feeling she
was.