A story about random and meaningless hookups. (Enjoy)
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Part One
Ellie: You up?
I stared at the message on the screen. I knew it was from her before I’d even picked up my phone. No one else ever texted me this late at night… Per usual, I froze up before replying to her.
I let my eyes linger on the three dots that were appearing and disappearing. I wondered what she was typing and deleting. I didn’t even really need to answer her question. She already knew I was still awake, the little ‘Read’ had surely shown up on her end by now. Could this finally be the night I actually exercised self-control? Was I going to be able to resist her? Break the hold she had on me?
Of course not. The fight was lost as soon as I’d heard the familiar text chime and picked up my phone from the nightstand. I groaned as I kicked off my blanket, annoyed at myself and my unfaltering predictability. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Of course I was going to see her… But I’d at least keep my promise to myself and not let her touch me.
“Yay for small victories,” I sarcastically remarked in my empty room.
Me: On my way.
I replied, my fingers only pressing on three letters while autocorrect finished the job. I covered myself up with just an extra-long hoodie that reached halfway down my thighs. I slipped my sock-clad feet into my pair of slides. I didn’t bother with my purse, but I made sure my keys were in my front pocket before leaving. I looked like a mess and I was definitely not dressed to be in public, but it was fine, the commute to my destination was a short one.
Actually, it was only going to take one elevator ride and sixteen steps.
She sent back a red heart and I rolled my eyes. I’d gone to her place like a hundred times by now, but every single time I rode the elevator to hers, my skin still heated up and butterflies still filled my stomach. I’d never felt like this about anyone else. Before her, I didn’t even know it was possible for someone to have had this much of a hold over another person.
I caught my reflection in the mirror as the elevator shot up. I didn’t even take the time to fix my dark brown hair. I’d convinced myself that these little acts of ‘not making an effort’ anymore meant I was slowly but surely getting over her. The digital floor number rose higher and higher until the metal doors opened to her floor of our shared apartment building.
I made the sixteen steps to the familiar wooden door, which I’d recently come to regard as the gate to my own personal heaven and hell. I pressed on the buzzer and I felt my mouth dry up. My brain had already let my body know what was coming, and as usual, I was no longer in control of either my heart rate or breathing.
For fuck’s sake, I hadn’t even seen her yet, but I already felt like I could’ve melted away at any second. I drummed my fingers against the back of my phone. I truly wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get through one of these nights without feeling like a bumbling idiot.
“Hi,” Ellie greeted me as she let me in her home. She planted a quick kiss on my cheek. It burned. “Sorry, I know it’s like super late, but I just couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged. The playfulness in her bright, blue eyes told me she wasn’t really sorry. She stood in front of me, smiling as she took in my appearance from head to toe.
For a split second, I regretted my ultra-casual outfit choice, especially since she was wearing another one of her expensive silk robes. Her golden blond hair neatly flowed past her shoulders. As always, she looked like an angel. Well, an angel whose matching lacy underwear was peeking out and making it even harder for me to form words.
Once again, I wondered how someone could look so perfect. My eyes took in her features greedily. As if I hadn’t already committed every single thing I knew about her to my memory.
“Hey, no problem,” I replied. I was trying my best to make my smile reach my eyes. “So… Where do you wanna do this tonight?” I looked around her dimly lit living room. I knew that if we kept eye contact any longer, I was bound to say something stupid. I was about to step toward the L-shaped couch in the corner when she grabbed my arm.
“Are you okay, babe?” The term of endearment felt like a stab to my heart.
“I’m fine.” I bared my teeth in a grin, hoping it made me seem more convincing. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked into her eyes again. “Just had a long day at work.”
“Well, if you’re tired-”
“Ellie, I’m already here, aren’t I?”
I covered her hand on my arm with my own before removing it. She opened her mouth to say something else, but I crashed my lips against hers before she could. I didn’t want to talk to her anymore.
I blindly led us to the couch. My lips never left hers. It was easy to do since I’d memorized the path already by heart. I could’ve probably walked forward or backward to any of our ‘sex spots’ in her apartment even if it was pitch black. Which was a good thing since her place was full of expensive furniture and decor I couldn’t afford to replace.
I sat her down on the couch. I climbed on top of her and kissed her into the dark gray faux suede cushions. Our kiss was deep and our movements were rushed. Well, my movements were rushed. I felt her try to slow the pace a couple of times, but I wouldn’t let her. I tore open her robe and slipped it halfway down her shoulders in one motion. My left hand swiftly reached for her boobs as my right one slipped under her panties.
She wasn’t wet enough for what I really wanted to do to her, so I pumped the brakes, deciding instead to play with her for a while. I kept kissing her as I did, loving the feeling of her breathing getting more and more shallow as I teased her. My muscle memory when it came to what she liked was incredibly sharp.
In minutes, I felt her juices flowing freely. I continued my efforts. Alternately playing with her nipples the way that she liked with one hand, while my other one soldiered on to make sure she was more than ready for the quick and hard fuck she was going to get.
“Mm-” She murmured against my lips before finally breaking the kiss. “Really not in the mood for foreplay tonight, huh?” Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes were sparkling.
I knew I could’ve made her come in a bit just by rubbing her sex some more, but if I did that… I would’ve still wanted to fuck her nice and deep. And I was really trying to limit the night to one orgasm given how late it was. I also wanted to spend as little time around her as possible.
“Nope.” I popped out the word at the same time as I smoothly slipped two fingers inside her. She was absolutely dripping. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from expressing out loud how I’d never get tired of fucking her like this. I’d always found her tightness and wetness so hypnotic. It was as if my only choice was to surrender to her, to give her what she wanted, every single time we had sex.
I cut myself some slack and stared at her for a few seconds. I allowed my eyes to take in the sight of her flawless face scrunched up in ecstasy. How her eyelids were shut tight. How her white teeth were sinking into her pink bottom lip.
When it started to hurt to look at her, I pressed my lips onto her neck and collarbone. I covered her ivory skin with kisses as I pumped in and out of her. Really deep and fast. I knew she wasn’t going to last very long. I thought about slowing down, about making it last just a little bit longer. But then a little voice in my head reminded me I wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place. So, I sighed and let my thumb join in the fun, rubbing circles around her clit as I continued to thrust my fingers into her.
She came undone in no time and I fought the urge to look at her face again. I didn’t stop touching her. I let her ride out her orgasm for as long as possible before gently pulling out of her. Instinctively, I stuck my fingers in my mouth, relishing her taste.
“Fuck me,” she sighed out. Her breathing was heavy. But she looked relaxed, serene.
“Just did,” I quipped with a grin before sliding backward and away from her. She reached out for me, but I just pulled even further away. I made a show out of standing up and stretching my arms above my head.
“Hannah-” She sat up and readjusted what she was wearing. Everything was disheveled, but at least her clothes were still on her. We were both fully clothed. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on,” I said lamely. “Like I said, work was a bitch and I’m super tired, so I guess I’m just not in the mood.”
“Then why’d you even come over?” She didn’t bother to hide the fact that she was annoyed at me.
I shook my head. “I meant I’m not in the mood to get off… Seriously, I’m fine,” I explained. I then looked her straight in the eye. “But Ellie, I’m always in the mood to fuck you.” The way I said it made it sound lighthearted, casual, but it was one of the truest truths I’d ever known.