Seth's Cravings: An Endless Series: Book 2 (3 page)

     Her eyes came back to me glittering brightly.
Wordlessly, she reached into the small purse and pulled out a roll of bills setting
it on the table. Her gaze held mine the entire time like she’d known what I was
thinking, and the longer she looked at me the warmer and tighter my body seemed
to get. When she finally looked away I was relieved. Her eyes had seemed to
burrow into me.  

     I wasn’t certain but I thought I might have seen her
look as discomfited as me for a second before her gaze had shifted away.

     “Alright, a thousand it is.” Jax said rubbing his hands
together before reaching for Nadezhda’s bank roll.

     The rest of the table presented their money and Jax
collected it placing it all in the chip box while Roman divvied out the chips
to each person. Everyone threw the ante in the middle of the table geared up to
play.

     “Texas Hold’em, straight up, no wilds.” Jax declared
shuffling the cards.

     Everyone at the table nodded in agreement; this was how
we played every time. Seconds later Jax started distributing cards and the game
was on…and I found out that Nadezhda was more than a pretty face with card
tricks up her sleeve. She knew how to play. Moreover, she utilized every
advantage she had. She flirted in both obvious and subtle ways as a form of
distraction, using words and physical gestures. She didn’t make contact with
anyone, but she would touch herself in a way that brought everyone’s attention
to what she was doing; twirling her hair, playing with her earrings…five in all,
running a finger over her bottom lip or tugging at it with her teeth, taking
deep breaths that made her chest jut out, and numerous other small things that
were hell on a guys libido.

     It sure as shit was hell on mine. I fucking knew what
she was doing, and even as I told myself to focus and ignore her I still found
myself watching her in an almost obsessive manner. I could see she affected the
other guys as well but had to wonder if it was to the same degree as me,
because it was difficult to say whether it was her game or her diversions that
were winning most of the hands.

     Two hours later Nadezhda had roughly four thousand
dollars in front of her. Greg had gone bust two hands ago and Roman was headed
that way either during this hand or the next. Landon was doing the best out of
all of us, but he had only around seven hundred. The game was basically over
unless we all added to the stakes.

     The funny thing was that most of the guys didn’t seem
to care that they’d lost their shirts…not that they really had. A thousand
dollars was a week’s allowance to some and a months for the others…in other
words, not their money…but still, you’d think they be more upset at losing.
Instead, they continued to flirt and joke around with the girl that had cleaned
them out.

     Landon was of course upset because this was the second
time he’d lost to a girl, and he was competitive enough that he hated losing at
all to anyone, but he was still handling it somewhat amiably.

     I on the other hand was the only one that appeared
truly angry about the entire night. I wasn’t actually certain why, I just was. No
one at the table was aware of my anger though. It simmered just below the
surface and I kept it there as I quietly watched everything around me.

     Nadezhda had tried to engage me in her flirting a few
times during the game, but I’d only given grunts in reply. Jax’s response to that
had been; “Don’t take it personally, Nadezhda, that’s how he talks to
everyone.”

     She’d given me another one of those impassive
expressions, but I’d thought I’d seen an inquisitive shine to her eyes as she’d
looked at me. A small smile had come and gone that had looked completely
different, more genuine, from the ones she’d been showering around the table
all evening, but then she’d turned her attention back to flirting with everyone
else.

     I’d told myself that I must have been imagining the sweet
commiseration of it. I doubted that this chick knew what real or sweet was.

     Nadezhda raked in another winning hand which finally
busted Roman and then stretched her hands above her head. The soft pink shirt
she wore tightened snugly across what I was sure was perfect hand size breasts,
and of course all of us looked there. However, I jerked my sizzling gaze away quickly
up to her face hating the idea of being caught in the web I knew she was
weaving. I expected to see smug calculation in her eyes at having a table full
of guys hot and bothered ogling her chest. Instead, surprisingly, I thought I
saw contempt.

     Catching my gaze on her face rather than her breasts I
was astounded yet again at seeing her face clear instantly of any emotion I
thought I might have witnessed. Her arms came down hastily as well.   

     “I hate to do zis, but could I cash out? I want to
mingle some before I have to leaf.”

     I could barely pull my focus away from how her lips shaped
each word as they left her mouth. Who fucking knew that watching someone speak
could induce a near orgasmic experience?

     I couldn’t fucking wait for her to leave.

     “Sure, that’s no problem, Nadezhda. I was thinking the
same thing.” Greg agreed directly. My lips twisted in irritation. The dumbass
could have been mingling a half an hour ago when he’d went bust.

     “Yeah, I’m ready to call the game as well.” Jax
stretched his own arms above his head flexing muscles in his short sleeve shirt
as he did. Besides Landon he was one of the better looking guys at the table. I
knew I wasn’t ugly, but I had more of a rough ruggedness than pretty boy
attractiveness. Landon was six-one with perfectly arranged dirty blonde hair
and hazel eyes. I had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. The most notable
thing about me was my size.    

     I took note that Nadezhda showed no indication that she
found Jax, or his muscles, worthy of a second look. She appeared solely focused
on Roman counting out her winnings. When he was done she folded them up and
stuffed them back in her purse.

    She stood for the first time and I saw that she was
closer to the five-ten than the five-eight I had been estimating. She wore form-fitting
black crop pants, the wispy pink shirt she had on fell to the middle of her ass,
and around her waist was a loose black belt. It was a simple outfit but looked
like a million bucks on her willowy figure.

     Damn, she was perfect.

     Smiling, she picked up her nearly empty pint of vodka.
“Next time boys.” Saluting us with the bottle she headed for the backyard with
a graceful dancers glide. Her ass was perfect too. Double damn.

     I noted that she was walking pretty damn straight for
someone who’d drunk almost a whole bottle of vodka. I’d had six beers but
because of my size I only felt a slight buzz. She should at least wobble given
how slender she was.

     Roman ogled her ass with a gigantic grin. “I’m so tapping
that tonight.”  

     I barely restrained myself from tackling him to the
ground.

     “Not if I tap it first.” Greg countered watching her
walk away as well.

     I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted to make them both
bleed. Dammit!

     Landon thunked his head on the table in dejection. “I
can’t believe I lost to a girl again.” 

Chapter Two

SETH

     “So, Melissa’s coming today?” Nic asked.

     “Yeah.” I answered. Grabbing the pancake batter I
poured out four cakes on the hot griddle.

     “Is she going to be the one making most of the trips
back and forth from Virginia Beach, or are you two going to be splitting the
weekends between you?” He asked cracking some eggs into a bowl to scrambled
them.

     “We haven’t really discussed it. She works some
weekends like she did this last week, but most likely we’ll share the travel
time. At least until practice starts.” Melissa had to fly out to Wisconsin last weekend for a business meeting so we hadn’t been able to get together. We’d
been talking on the phone almost every other night though. I wasn’t much of a
talker so the conversations hadn’t lasted long.

     “It has to be hell dating someone long distance. It
would drive me frigg’in crazy if I couldn’t see Carrie for a whole week.” He
said whisking the eggs next to me.

     I smirked at Nic’s clean language. Ever since meeting Carrie
he’d made sure to watch his language around her like she was
frigg’in
Mother
Teresa.   

     Carrie beamed a smile at him as she grabbed plates out
of the cupboard. He returned it but with a shit load of possessiveness and
heat, and I found myself frowning yet again in disquiet at the sight of it. Not
because I was jealous that he had her, because I knew that I was completely
over my infatuation with her. No, the disquiet was a result of the
introspection that rose up inside of me at watching them together.

     Nic and Carrie’s love was glaringly obvious. Anyone
looking at them would be unable to deny it, because it was written all over
their faces in the way they gazed at each other and how they constantly
touched. Observing it was nearly an act of voyeurism. In the months I’d been
gone over summer break I’d forgotten how intense they were, but in the twelve
days I’d been back it was now slapping me in the face every single day. And it
was making me question what I had with Melissa.

     I didn’t have with her what Nic and Carrie had and it
was making me envious as hell. I wanted it.

     Carrie walked by headed to the table with the plates
and silverware for our breakfast and as she passed by Nic he reached out and
swatted her ass. She jumped slightly and blushed looking toward me. For her
benefit I made like I hadn’t noticed and out of the corner of my eye I saw her
give Nic a severe look with a barely held back grin as she continued past.

     I wondered if the reason my relationship with Melissa wasn’t
as strong might be my fault. I was holding back a significant part of myself
and it had to be blocking what we could ultimately have together. Melissa was a
great girl and if I were to let down my guard and open up to her completely on
what I needed from her emotionally and physically than maybe our connection
would strengthen.

     Out of no where the image of strawberry blonde hair and
aquamarine eyes slammed into me. The back of my shoulders tensed and blood
rushed to my dick in prompt alacrity.

     Gritting my teeth I swore inwardly at the involuntary response
of my body. Every fucking time! That damn female had been invading my thoughts
for the past twelve days and every time I experienced the same reaction. It was
pissing me off.

     I’d had to suffer her presence, and my body’s
unacceptable response to her, at two other parties while I’d been back. It
seemed Landon was on a mission to win back the money she’d won from him and had
been making inquiries to find out what parties she would be at. He was crashing
college parties of people he didn’t know for a chance at winning his cash back.

     After the second party where we’d run into her I’d
caught on to what he was doing and made sure to avoid the card games he hit
specifically for her. I just ended up leaving with a lighter wallet and smoldering
antagonism. She’d played the same way she had that first night; she’d been
dressed to kill, teased all the guys unmercifully, drank her vodka, and won
most of the pot. She would than ask to cash out with one of those secret smiles
saying she wanted to mingle for the rest of the night.

     I don’t know why she got to me the way she did. Sure, I
recognized that her looks were part of it, but it was more than that. I had no
problem controlling my body around other beautiful woman, but it became
unmanageable around her to a degree that was embarrassing to my self-control. I
didn’t want to feel this way. She was everything I’d been consciously staying
away from; arrogant, obvious, calculating…easy.

     However, it was the attention the other guys gave her
that made everything within me simmer. I was scarcely able to contain all the
irritation and hostility that rolled around inside of me as I sat across that
table from her watching it all. There was no way I could continue to do so
without eventually exploding, so I made a purposeful decision to be as far from
her as I could.

     What really stuck in my craw though was that I had to
consciously stay away from her like she was significant in how I lived my life and
that just made me angrier.

     “Seth, you’re burning the pancakes!”

     Nic’s yell brought me out of my musing to see that I
had indeed burnt the griddle cakes. My irritation toward that annoying female
spiked further; she was even ruining my meals. I tossed the burnt cakes into
the garbage wishing I could get rid of these unwanted feeling just as easily. 

∞                   
∞                    ∞

     “That was fun tonight.” Melissa said as we walked into
the house after our double date with Nic and Carrie. We’d hit Theater Park, a park where people showcased their individual talents, and then gone bowling.

     “Yeah, I love going to Theater Park. There’s always
something new every time I go.” Carrie said enthusiastically. She turned around
in Nic’s arms to face him. “And it always brings back fond memories of our
first date.”

     He smiled adoringly at her before leaning down to give
her a kiss…a kiss that lasted way too long in front of other people. Melissa
looked away uncomfortably while I just shook my head desensitized to it after
seeing it every day. Hell, watching them for the last few hours had rounded off
the desensitization.

     Coming up for air Nic began leading Carrie up the
stairs throwing a smirk our way. “We’re going up to bed; we’ll see you guys
tomorrow.”

     “You’re going to sleep already? It’s only ten o’clock.”
Melissa looked at them in confusion.

     I rolled my eyes. Did she really think they were going
up to go to sleep? Carrie was blushing from her hair line down to her shirt
collar declaring loud and clear what their plans would be when they reached
Nic’s room.

     “That’s okay, Melissa. We should head up as well.” I
reached for her hand just now realizing that we hadn’t even been holding hands
while Nic and Carrie had basically been almost on top of each other. More
disquiet filled me.

     Melissa’s eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly in
surprise. “Oh, right, of course.” She agreed smiling softly.

     I’d been looking forward to tonight. Not just for the
sex, but because I’d made the decision to move our sexual relationship forward
in hopes that it would intensify our bond. I wasn’t going to unleash all my
desires on her, but I was going to give her a taste.

     All four of us moved upstairs to our prospective bedrooms.
It was a good thing Nic’s and my bedroom was at opposite ends of the hall as
well as opposite sides of the house. Neither one of us needed to be hearing the
other during sex.

     I closed my door and scooped Melissa up into my arms pressing
my mouth down on hers. It had been almost two weeks for me so I was
exceptionally horny, especially since someone else had been keeping my balls
tight and full the entire time. I’d made sure not to jack off to thoughts of
aquamarine eyes and strawberry streaked blonde hair as that would have felt
like cheating. Melissa deserved better than that. Consequently, I was backed up
and ready to blow.

     Keeping my mouth on hers I shuffled her over to the
bed. Melissa was only five-five so it gave me a pain in the neck having to bend
down to kiss her. I had no problem lifting her up as she was only a buck
twenty, but she was always uncomfortable when I did that thinking she weighed
too much. I told her she didn’t, that I lifted more than twice her weight in
the gym, but she couldn’t seem to get past it.

     Stabbing my fingers into her honey brown shoulder
length hair I pulled her tighter into my kiss. She moved forward molding
herself to me as she gently trailed her fingers over my shoulders.

     I growled wanting something harder. “Let me feel your
hands, Melissa. You don’t have to be so gentle.” I was a big guy with thick
skin; I needed to
feel
her caresses.

     We’d reached the bed and I promptly unzipped the pale yellow
summer dress she wore pulling it down and off her body leaving her in matching
yellow bra and panties. Melissa spent time going to the gym keeping herself in
shape so she definitely wasn’t hard on the eyes, and her breasts were an ample
c-cup that overflowed my hands.

     Perfect, hand sized b-cups suddenly swam before my eyes
encased in pink silk. I stiffened stepping away from Melissa. Breathing hard
from our kiss she looked up at me in bewilderment at my abrupt withdrawal.

     “Is everything okay?”

     I looked down into her dark brown eyes seeking to
banish the image of aquamarine ones. “It’s fine.” I assured her forcing a smile.
Reaching back I grabbed the back of my shirt pulling it over my head and then
attacked the fastening of my jeans. Once I had her on the bed and got to work
on her my head would sort itself out.   

     Laying down with her on the bed after shucking my pants
and boxers I covered her mouth again trying to get lost in her. Her hands
returned to my shoulders but they were just as gentle as they had been previously,
trailing softly over my skin.

     “Melissa, I need to feel your fingers digging into me.”
I urged her. Progressing toward my first experiment I moved my hand down to
release her bra and squeezed her breast firmly pinching her nipple hard between
my fingers as I did.

     “Ouch.” She jerked away and looked up at me accusingly.
“That’s too rough.”

     My heart dropped somewhat, but I wasn’t giving up. “How
about I make it better than?” Trailing my lips down her chest I enclosed the
nipple in my mouth and soothed it with my tongue at the same time slipping my
hand down her panties to play with her clit. She relaxed and her hands squeezed
my shoulders once more…way too gentle still…and when she started to wiggle and
gasp in impending climatic pleasure I bit down on her nipple. Not hard enough
to injure, but enough that she would feel it.

     Her legs clamped down on my hand in her panties and her
hands pushed at me. “Ouch! Seth, why did you do that?”

     Okay, so she didn’t like the rough breast play. “Sorry,
I got carried away. I won’t do it again.” I soothed her nipple again.

     She smiled hesitantly relaxing back again. “Okay, but
please be careful.”

     Trying not to sigh deeply in disappointment I removed
her underwear and began stroking my finger over her clit and into her pussy
while eating at her breast…carefully. Melissa’s breathing escalated and her
fingers stroked tenderly through my hair as she rocked into my hand. “Yes,
Seth, just like that.”

     Reaching over I grabbed a condom and slipped it on as I
continued to finger her, getting her as wet as I could. When I felt that she
was close I moved over her and began to push into her.

     “Remember, go slow.” She breathed kissing my jaw.

     I was a big guy…all over…and Melissa said it was uncomfortable
every time I entered her because of my size, but she said if I went slowly in
the beginning than it wasn’t so bad. I had to do this with most girls so I was
used to it.

     Once I was seated
mostly
inside of her I began
moving getting her back to that intensely aroused point where hopefully she
would be receptive to what I had planned. Reaching down I strummed her clit and
soon her breathing roughened and she lifted her legs wrapping them around my
hips. She wasn’t able to get them around far though because she was too short.

     Without warning a clear picture of long lean svelte
legs wrapped completely around me as I rode between them to oblivion popped
into my head. My balls tighten unbearably even as I tried to expel the image
from my mind not wanting to come with
her
in my head.

    “Shit!” My hips started to piston uncontrollably. It was
too late to stop it but I was still going to check one more thing. Grabbing
Melissa’s wrists I pulled them over her head and held them there with one hand as
I pounded toward release. I was unable to blank my mind to the images in my
head and
she
became the one I was holding down and fucking.  

     I felt the contractions around my cock at the same time
my orgasm hit me hard, harder than any I could remember having. “Fuck…yes!” I grunted,
trying to focus my gaze on the chocolate eyes and honey brown hair in fronted
me, but it was useless. Other features superimposed themselves onto hers. I
stuffed my face in Melissa’s neck and pushed forward hard as my dick pulsed one
last time. “Ahhhh.” I groaned.

     “Oohh, Seth, that’s uncomfortable. Can you please pull
out?”

     I raised my head groggily. “What?”

     Melissa’s face was pinched in discomfort and she was wiggling
under me. “You’re too far inside me, and you’re squashing me. Can you please pull
out some and let go of me?”