John’s change when Stanley made into his life – 03

He plucked my fingers from his shirt. “Maybe caffeine is the last thing you need.”

“I swear to God!” I nearly launched myself over the counter, but he held his hands up and began reading my order. Not many could get away with this abuse, but I could tell he saw I meant business. Never get between me and my White Chocolate Mocha.

Ten minutes later, I was laying on my bed, happily enjoying my Mocha, still in my wet clothing when I snapped. I can’t explain it any other way, really. I had to have lost my mind, it was the only thing I could think of.

I picked up my cell phone, called the student directory, and found Stanley’s number.

“You prick! You bet your ass we’ll have a rematch! And after . . . After . . . Well, after that! You deserve to have your ass kicked and soundly. I play dirty, I’ll have you know, so don’t think you’ll take me down so easily!” With a deep breath, I let my head fall into my hand. “When you get this message, please just delete it, forget you ever heard it, and know it was a complete moment of insanity that had me calling you in the first place. Don’t even mention this message to me, for I will not remember it by sheer force of will.”

Click.

How dumb was I? What in the hell possessed me to call him? Jeeze!

Imagine how badly I jumped when not three minutes later, someone was knocking on my door.

Stanley stood there, laughing of course, with my wet clothing and shoes in his hand, cell phone in the other hand, and water dripping from his hair into his face. “So, I guess I shouldn’t mention the message or the rematch you so admirably challenged me to? And why are you still in your wet gi?”

Well, this was just too much temptation, what with him looking all wet and sexy. I grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, moaning low in my throat when he dropped my clothing into a wet puddle in the hall and pulled me closer to him. Walking backwards into the room with him, I heard him push the door closed with his foot.

“I still hate you, you know,” I said against his mouth in between kisses.

It was like a war of the tongues, both vying for domination and this time, I wasn’t about to lay down and roll over. He struck something in me I couldn’t describe. It was better than any girl I’d screwed over the last five years. Granted, some of them were pretty good and one of them I still badly wanted to get back with, but Stanley was in a different category altogether!

With very busy hands, he soon had the top of my gi pulled down to my biceps, effectively pinning my arms. My breath hissed between my teeth as he nibbled at my collar bone.

“You want to hate me, but you can’t?” He teased my left nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his heated mouth to torment it with gentle tugs. “Most people don’t throw themselves at me when they hate me.”

“I didn’t throw myself at you!” Pushing him back against the door, I nipped at the side of his neck, making him quiver and take in a ragged breath. “You started this, remember that.”

“Jeez-us! You do play dirty,” he whispered, gripping his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Damn straight.” With a few well placed shrugs and wiggles, I managed to dislodge my imprisoning top, leaving it bunched around my waist. I tugged impatiently at his wet sweater, pulling it over his head with a vicious tug. When it plopped onto my roommate’s bed, I began to attack his jeans.

I wanted him badly; I wanted him naked and I wanted it right now. His own hands were trying to untangle the knot he’d created in the drawstring of my pants with his shaking hands. It was empowering knowing that I was having as much of an effect on him as he was having on me. Made me smirk when I had his pants undone around his ankles while he was still wrestling with mine.

Pulling his hands away, I turned him around and shoved him onto my bed. I think he managed maybe one bounce before I pounced on him, taking his chilled skin in my hands, feeling it pulse against my palm.

He sucked in a breath and bucked his hips.

“Ooo, impatient, aren’t you,” I smirked, sitting on his legs. He jumped and I remembered that my pants were soaked and probably cold as all Hell. My smile just widened.

“Fuck, what are we doing?” He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying desperately to get his body back under his own control. “I planned on feeling you out first, then maybe a little romance, a bit of wine, some seduction. And here we are with you jumping on me? What the hell, Tiger?”

I leaned in close, licking his ear lobe, delighting in his shiver. “I’ve no idea, but I’m enjoying the hell out of it, aren’t you?”

“Oh, God, yes,” he breathed when my hand began to move again. I loved watching his face tense almost in painful ecstasy. The emotions, the loss of control in my partner was one of the most rewarding things about sex to me. I loved every moment of it as I took him to the brink only to bring him back.

Moving over to his other ear, I let my tongue trace every sensitive part. “I’m going to fuck you, you know that, don’t you.”

“If you don’t, I may die right now.”

With a yank, I managed to pull my pants off, busting the drawstring in the process. I settled myself in between his legs, pulling his knees up to wrap them around my waist. With a grin, I entered him in one thrust.

Crying out, he lifted his hips, gripping the bed under him forcefully. His ass convulsed around me, making me grit my teeth in response. When his muscles began to loosen, I began to move, penetrating him deeply. With every thrust, I hit his prostate.

“Yes, Tiger, yes!”

“Say my name, Stanley.”

“Mmm,” His lip was clenched between his teeth again, his eyes scrunched up tightly.”

“Show me those beautiful eyes and say my name,” I painted over him watching every emotion flicker across his face like the pages of a book.

With one last mighty thrust, I felt him begin to come as he cried out loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear him, “John!”

As he came, he clenched around me, sending me over the edge. His orgasm was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and even as I was losing myself on my own, I swore to myself I’d see him come again.

Several minutes later, we lay there panting together, holding hands on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I looked over at him with a grin. “So, are you ready for another rematch?”

“Only if you are, Tiger. I wouldn’t want to wear you out.”

With a grin and a growl, I showed him just how much energy I still had.

In the month that followed, we began to see each other a lot, even when I was no longer attending Karate class. We hung out, got to know each other, and finally he convinced me to date him officially.

And, believe me, it took him a while to convince me. I stopped killing myself on caffeine, and even started taking better care of myself because I knew I’d see him again. Somehow, he managed to make me care, not just about him, but about myself again. That is something I’ll cherish forever. I just hope he’ll remain by my side, and I’ll work to make sure that happens.