It’s an instant reaction to look down. If he can read my eyes at this moment, then he will see the love I have for him. Well, damn. Tell me I did not just fucking say love.
Ty’s voice pulls me back out of my head, and I dare to look up as he pulls my chin up until I meet his eyes. “Her face is very beautiful. Her boobs are perky and they fit damn near perfect in my hands and mouth. I have to mention that her nipples are rosy pink and my tongue just wants to lap at them again and again. Her waist is small.” He wraps his hands around my waist and slightly massages me. “Her hips are rounded, but in great proportion to her little body. She has this ass that makes me have to rip my eyes off of it every time she turns away. It’s almost painful when I have to look away. And well, my dick is instantly hard thinking of being inside her perfect, little pussy.”
Who the fuck just moaned? Oh shit…it was me!
I’m about to die of embarrassment. He chuckles at my outburst. “And she makes these insanely sexy noises when I fuck her. My dick wants me to permanently be inside of her. Stella, can you feel how my body reacts just by talking about her?” My hands are, and have been, on his neck kneading the hard muscles.
My reply is simple, “Yes.” Because, I do. His erection has me slightly grinding against him.
“Let me continue. I mean, if you see her, I want you to recognize her. My prize, her legs are toned and long. She wears these short shorts that make me drool. Inside, she’s really a very sweet girl. She works hard, thinks of others and worries way too much. I know there’s more to her than what she shows me. Something deeper and her eyes tell me I have a lot to learn.”
I release his neck and slide my hands down his shoulders to his strong arms. Our fingers lace together and he squeezes my hand. My voice is small, “Wow, I bet she will be surprised to know you have all those compliments. You’ll have to remember to say them at other times and not only when your perfect dick is inside of her.” He laughs out loud. I’m not really sure what’s so funny about what I said. It’s kinda true, but my heart is a pool of goo knowing he thinks so many wonderful things about me.
“You’re probably right. I’ve never claimed to be really smooth with women.”
“Shut the front door, Ty. Amber just said that you have your choice of women tonight if you go. Do not dumb your game down for me. I know there are others. I know there were many before me. And no doubt, there will be more after.”
He breaks eye contact and says, “First off, there are no others, and to be honest, have I ever used any game on you, Stella?”
I think about it, and think about it harder. He’s not some pick up line doucher. He doesn’t try to manipulate me with bullshit lines. Never has. I mean he says a lot of nice shit to me when we are having sex, but so does every guy. I’ve never seen him sporting major swag when talking to me or any other woman. So the answer is no. “Well, you haven’t, but I really don’t require any game from you, Ty. Sadly, and I’m sure you know because it’s beyond obvious, I haven’t been very hard to get.”
Cause shit, I haven’t.
“And as for any other woman, I guess I’ve never seen you be anything other than you, but honestly, you don’t need it. The women usually do a double take, and turn to mush if you look their way, much less speak to them.”
He looks a bit pained.
Huh?
“Exactly.” He rubs my arms softly. His eyes are still downcast. Funny, Mr. Open Book is having a hard time saying whatever is in that active mind of his. “For fear of sounding like an ass, you got it right. It’s always been just my looks. It makes it easy to get what I want, and when I want it, but people are shallow. They only want to see what they want, and in turn, they make you into what they want you to be in their head. Does that sound crazy?” He looks up at me finally for reassurance.
“No, that’s not crazy at all.”
“So, I wasn’t all stud of the chicks in high school, because I gave it everything I had. They made me into what they wanted. I really wasn’t all that experienced sexually until I started seeing Lacey exclusively. The girls at school assumed I was overly experienced, so they were too intimidated to make any advances other than innocent flirting.” He snickers. “High school is so ridiculous. I was at a baseball game my freshman year. A senior girl asked me a question about one of our coaches who was job shadowing our manager. She thought he was hot and he was only, like, two years older than she was. So I answered her and we talked for a little bit and became friends. She thought I was cute, but way too young. So thanks to our friendship and us talking in the halls, I was labeled as basically an experienced guy, because see, I only talk and flirt with older girls. You know I’m not shy by any means. Maybe I was back then, more than I realized. I walked around as if I had a shit ton of confidence, but I was very lacking in that department. Not in sports, when I was doing those, I was in my element. Girls didn’t really want to get to know me. They just wanted to be seen with me and my boys for the notoriety. It sounds stupid now to say, but Lacey taught me a lot, sexually and other wise.”
“I can understand that. Honestly, we all pretty much do that now as well. I mean, we instantly decide who someone is before really meeting them and getting to know one another. So, you were opposite of me? You got your, um….experience after high school?”
He coughs in his hand with a stupid smirk. “No, maybe I wasn’t clear. I had a lot of sex in high school, thank you very much. But they were always all giddy and they didn’t push me for more because they were so sure that I wanted just sex. But no one ever asked, so I never said anything. I was young and thought that I would move on to the next one. But yeah, with Lacey, she was the longest relationship I had. I dated girls in school but they never lasted very long. I actually went crazy in the last two years. I have had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. I’m a young, single guy and honestly, I don’t have to work very hard at it. Women just give it up so easily. I learned that relationships are crap, and one nighters work very well for me.”
“I’m so not asking you, stud muffin, how many ladies you have been with. I really don’t want to know which notch I am.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I were you, Stel.”
I don’t. We turn the conversation lighter and stay busy through the afternoon. It felt a bit overbooked, but I was not complaining. My mind wandered over Ty’s words. It’s crazy. No high school guy is really looking for love or for a girl to see the inside of them. Normally, they just want what’s between your legs and if they can get that steadily, then that’s when you become a couple and the I love you comes into play. Ty was looking for love, young. I guess we all were, but he just doesn’t seem the type to be tied down. It’s obvious he found love with Lacey, and thanks to her, doesn’t want it ever again.
The more I find out about this man, the more I understand him to an extent. Absent mom, only child. He definitely had to be a bit lonely, yet, I can so not imagine him lacking in confidence. However, I too have a mom that could care less. Ultimately, no matter how tough, hard, confident and put together that exterior looks, one lacks something on the inside. You dwell on why everyone’s mom loves them and ponder why yours doesn’t. And shit, you’re a child with minimal faults…what did I do wrong? Why am I such a shit head that my own mom can’t love me for who I am?
I walk in our condo at about 7 pm and Zoey is on me like white on rice. “Ty and Pierce have been texting, we are going to club Azul tonight. So we are dressing up and showing some skin tonight. Pierce is at his place catching up on some personal shit, so it will be just you and me getting ready.”
We head to her room. “Hey Zoey, I’m actually staying with Ty tonight. I have to pack a couple sets of clothes in case I get wet at the beach. It’s my first trash the dress shoot, and I’m super excited.”
“Trash the dress…who cares! Where will you sleep? With him?”
“No, the small office has a bed, I’ll sleep there.”
“Just get wild, Stella and jump in bed with Ty.” We giggle. “But, remember the consequences. You only get it once, so you better be on your A-game and really make it count.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her what’s going on with Ty and me. I miss her, and I want to open up so badly. I feel guilty, because I’ve never hidden anything from Zoey. Like nothing. I need her advice. I need her to tell me to run the other way and grab my heart back from the one that will one day look at me and say I told you it was temporary, Stella. I need something new and exciting and it’s been a good run.
I would die if he found someone that sparked his interest and gave that relationship a go with her, but in reality, it wouldn’t surprise me. I am so sure, when I’m with Ty that he has all these feelings. Yet, when we are apart, the first thing I do is reassure myself that I’m wrong. I have to drill it into my thick skull that I’m standing right there in front of him, and I have my heart on a silver platter offering it to him. He sees it. I know he does, but I have to realize that he just doesn’t fucking want it.
I hear my name loud out of my best friend’s mouth, “Stella, what planet were you just on?” The time is now. I should just say it. She would be so supportive, and helpful, and I wouldn’t feel so alone in this. But I chicken out.
“I don’t know…let’s pick out some outfits.” She picks out a sexy outfit for us both using both of our closets. I take a body shower and curl the ends of my hair. I mean duh, Ty just told me he likes it that way. My makeup is super thick and dark. I love when I look like me, but a sexier version. We make some sandwiches, eat, and meet Pierce and Jaxon over at Ty’s where we take a short cab ride to, Club Azul.
This club rocks! It’s all blue lighting everywhere, and anywhere you look, there are completely different shades of blue from the cups and straws, to the curtains hanging in weird patterns all across the ceilings. The bar looks like it’s an ice bar, but in reality it’s not. The music vibrates in my chest as we find a little table to stand at as the boys get drinks.
I was trying to impress Ty with my black, barely there skirt and little spaghetti strap cami that is completely see through from the bottom of my bra line to where it hits the low skirt. Zoey pushed for this red, crazy, jewel looking bra and sheer top, but it was a bit much. I have cleavage spilling out of the shirt and showing an extreme amount of leg. I am completely out of my comfort zone. I’m also rocking these super cute chunky heels. They are some big brand name that Zoey loves. To tell you the brand I’d have to take them off and turn them over, and I really don’t care that much. Jaxon and Pierce gave us some major compliments, so I know we look good. Ty just looked, well, like he didn’t approve. I mean it’s a club! I’m fully fucking dressed compared to some of these ladies, who are, in fact, only wearing a bra and barely there shorts with boots to their knees. I really don’t think that I make a statement standing next to Ms. I’m-Painted-In-This-Red-Dress. Zoey is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and Pierce is beaming from ear to ear since they returned with shots, and our drinks. He is definitely here with the sexiest girl in the club.
We shoot down some ice-cold vodka, and Zoey and I waste no time downing our little drinks. We smile at the boys as we head off to dance. Ty is talking to a waitress and I tip my glass at him. I believe the dad-looking, eyebrow up means that he’s getting me a drink. The music is loud, and I feel the instant ease, and warmth wrap around my body from consuming my drinks with such swiftness. Zoey and I are flinging our hair, dancing, and she is pretending she’s like some rock star, singing something to me. It’s so damn loud I can’t hear anything, but I have a Kool-Aid smile on while we dance around.
It’s hot, and we are sweaty as we leave the dance floor. It feels like we’ve been here for hours. I smile at Ty as I walk up and see two of my drinks on the table along with a bottle of water. Ty looks sexy as hell in his dark denim jeans and a black V-neck with black tattoos exposed on his sexy tan skin. His sexy strong muscles flex as he raises his beer to his sexy lips.
Have I mentioned the word sexy?
I approach and rise up on my tiptoes to say thank you for the drinks into his ear in a normal tone. There is nothing worse than being in a loud place and someone who is a centimeter from your ear is screaming. That close, no matter how loud the music is, you can hear the person. His lips press against my ear and he tells me you’re welcome. I step away. I know he doesn’t want anyone to know we are together? Fucking? Casual? Friends? Whatever the hell you want to call it. Pierce and Zoey are kissing. I smile at them because they seem so happy.
My drink feels good sliding down my parched throat. Zoey has come to stand next to me and sway with the music. Jax approaches with his arm around a girl. She has two friends in tow and I make sure to smile at them. I feel for Jaxon as she slips out from under his arm and graciously meets Ty. Her eyes light up, as do the others when they see all three boys together. They did not see Zoey with Pierce, so they have no clue just how off limits he is.
Zoey lacks nothing in the confidence department. I bundle my hair on top of my head. We grab our second drinks and tip them at Pierce to signal another round please and head back out to dance. I laugh so hard when Zoey mouths ‘SKANKS’ at me about the girls she just left her man with. She grinds my ass and I close my eyes and lose myself in the music. She pulls away as I sip my drink and watch Pierce’s hands slide all over her body.
Big hands slide around my waist and Zoey’s eyes light up. She wags her eyebrows at me and I know who it is. He’s a bit timid but I back my ass up to him and within a couple minutes, I feel what I want so badly. Ty’s hands stay tame on my waist and hips and he doesn’t slide them around and feel everywhere like I want. I take my free hand, reach around and grab his ass so he will push his erection into my booty harder. My body lights up when he speaks with his lips touching my ear. “You had better stop that or I’m going to insert myself into you right here on the dance floor.” I spin around, straddle his right leg and give him an okay go ahead look. He grabs my sweaty neck and pulls his lips back to my ear. “So, you wouldn’t mind? If we could get away with it, you would let me do it?”