The Endgame

I sucked in a breath.

Before I could summon the courage to turn around, his hands twisted me. When I faced him, I studied his expression. His face was cloaked by a shadow. And though the room was too dark to see his face since the only source of light was from a light post outside, I could sense his energy.

It was hungry and impatient.

A throb formed between my legs.

My lips parted as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His other hand touched my lips, eyeing them hungrily before his mouth came down to mine in a possessive kiss.

I gasped.

His mouth pressed hard before his tongue entered my mouth, tasting me. Hot breath fell on my cheek as his lips started to move. I reciprocated the movement, electrified by his desperation.

One arm curled behind my back, and he pushed our bodies flush. His hard chest melded against my breasts. My knees wobbled. He felt hard, strong, and hot.

Graham started moving, guiding me somewhere. The backs of my knees touched the bed and I landed softly on it. Graham peered at my body before climbing on top of me, like he couldn’t keep himself from kissing me.

His mouth was aggressive, moving over mine, nipping at my lower lip and sucking hard at my tongue.

I whimpered as one of his hands stroked up and down the side of my torso.

I was hot and breathless, ready to combust.

His mouth trailed down to my jaw and throat. I gasped as I felt him engorge against my thigh. One hand slid to the hem of my shirt and up, exposing the bare skin of my stomach.

I felt him tugging the shirt higher to my ribs—things were escalating too fast.

“Wait, Graham,” I panted, pressing a hand to his chest.

He swallowed as he looked down at me. I could see it took strength to stop his devouring. “Relax,” he said, reading the hesitation in my eyes. “I’m going to make you feel good. Do you want me to?”

Therein lay the issue. I had never done more than kissing with a guy. I shouldn’t want to kiss Graham. I shouldn’t let him touch me. Yet I was already becoming addicted to how good he made me feel.

My head was clouded, and my body wanted him.

Everything inside me was throbbing: my heart, my stomach, the spot between my legs. I wanted a release. I was too hot and tense; I felt the need for something.

I couldn’t deny I was curious to see what Graham would do. His kisses alone were burning me inside. I couldn’t imagine how he would make me feel if we kept going.

My stomach clenched in delicious waves. The alcohol in my blood emboldened me. If things started to feel overwhelming, I could stop him.

“If you’re uncomfortable, you tell me,” Graham said after my silence. It was as though he could read my mind. “I’ll stop. I just want you to feel amazing, and to forget.”

That was all I needed to be convinced.

I nodded at Graham, and he smiled like he was pleased and grateful.

Graham knelt on the mattress and removed my shirt. His eyes darted to my bra, and he sucked in a breath as though the sight took his breath away.

His mouth dropped to my exposed skin over my bra, licking it. I writhed underneath him, clenching my thighs together.

“You’re so beautiful, Hazel,” he mumbled between kisses.

His hand traveled to my back to the clasp of my bra. He looked at me, waiting for approval. I swallowed hard while my heart hammered in my chest. When I didn’t stop him, he proceeded to untangle the straps from my arms and throw my bra aside.

The cold air was a whip against the heat of my body. I panted, my chest heaving with each inhalation.

Graham’s eyes darkened as he stared at my naked breasts. Hunger filled his gaze, and he lowered his head and sucked the tip of one of my nipples. I gasped at the sensation of hot and cold. His hot tongue twirled around my tip and then the cold air tickled my skin when he pulled away for brief seconds. It was delicious.

My hand moved involuntarily to his hair, keeping him in place as he continued sucking and nipping at my skin.

My muscles tensed as he moved from one breast to the other, as though he couldn’t decide which one to devour first.

He tortured me with his mouth. I shifted, and Graham took the opportunity to grab one thigh and part my legs. He positioned himself between my legs and locked my leg behind his back.

“Beautiful, intelligent, and funny,” he whispered in awe.

He started kissing me down my stomach and navel until he reached my skirt.

“This skirt has been tempting me all night,” he announced, unbuttoning it and shoving it down with hard tugs. My hips rose, allowing him to remove it completely and leave me in my underwear.

Graham bit his lip as he stared down at me. My entire body was on fire. Desire and lust were evident in his gaze.

He leaned down and kissed me over my underwear. The touch made me jump.

His thumb moved up and down my underwear, feeling the wet fabric. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

I panted, looking down at him. What was he planning to do next?

I should stop him. These sorts of things I should be saving and doing with a boyfriend. Someone special. Someone nice. Someone who didn’t have a history of being a bully and mistreating people.

But no matter how much my head reasoned, or how many excuses I came up with, I couldn’t force myself to stop him. I didn’t want to.

This felt so good. Extremely good.

It felt good being touched in such a passionate way. The connection, the caresses, the kisses were nice.

When Graham touched me, it was easy to pretend my heart wasn’t broken.

Graham rubbed his finger over my covered bundle of nerves, and I threw my head back, closing my eyes at the delicious feeling.

“Will you let me kiss you?” he asked.

My head was fuzzy, so I frowned at his suggestion. He had kissed me before without permission.

I nodded without realizing what he meant. Graham shoved my panties down and dropped his face between my legs. I felt his breath over my clit and entrance.

I didn’t expect anything. Much less when his mouth kissed my lower lips softly. And then, his tongue appeared and lapped up my entrance. He licked me all the way up to my clit and I jolted. He licked me again and my eyes rolled back at the exquisite feeling.

It took everything in me not to convulse.

My hand flew to his head. “Oh, God. Please!” I moaned.

I felt him smiling as he continued tasting and kissing me down there. His mouth moved to my clit, and he sucked hard. I whimpered and gasped.

One finger circled my entrance slowly, and then he pushed it inside me, filling me. My channel was tight around his digit, so when he curled it and started thrusting it in and out, I was left breathless.

The movement resumed. In and out. In and out. The friction was unbearable from the tight space at first. It felt weird, but the longer he continued rubbing his finger against my channel, the more relaxed I got, until it started to feel really good.

My hips arched involuntarily, seeking more pressure.

Graham growled in satisfaction and sucked harder at my clit.

“Yes, baby,” he grunted. “Come for me.”

I continued moving my hips until my muscles were so tight that I had to explode. A high rushed up my spine. My back arched as an orgasm rippled through my body. From my feet, all the way up to my spine, chest, and arms traveled an electric wave, and warmth spread everywhere. My breaths were pants and my muscles loosened.

Graham removed his fingers as he licked my cum. Everything was sensitive down there as he cleaned me. His mouth fluttered up to my navel, breasts, throat, and jaw until he settled on my mouth and kissed me hard. I could taste my juices on his tongue.

My fingers dug into his shoulder, relishing his weight on me.

He leaned back, boxing me between his arms. “Fucking majestic,” he whispered in awe. My chest tightened when he caressed one of my cheeks like he was mesmerized.

Graham rolled off me but quickly grabbed me and pushed me on top of him into an embrace. His strong arms locked behind my back, and I snuggled into his chest, enjoying the warmth.

His erection was pressed against my thigh, and I knew it must be painful for him. He’d made me feel incredible, and I wanted to return the gesture, but I had no idea where to start.

Slowly, I slid my hand to his jeans, but he grabbed me before I could touch his erection.

“Leave it, baby.”

“But—”

He shook his head. “I only wanted to make you feel good.”

I blushed.

“You don’t have to do it,” he insisted. He seemed satisfied enough with holding me since his grip around my back tightened, crushing our bodies together. He dropped a kiss on my temple as I caught my breath.

I closed my eyes for a second to relax, but before I realized it, I fell asleep.

***

I woke up to Graham kissing my shoulders.

I groaned, disoriented. I was comfortable and warm. The last thing I wanted was to move but once I opened my eyes, they landed on the clock by the bed. It was really late.

I tensed. I needed to leave. I needed to find Melissa and leave right now.

I moved from Graham’s grasp, looking around for my clothes.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Graham asked.

“It’s late. I have to go,” I said as I climbed out of bed and picked up my strewn clothes.

“I can take you home,” he offered, propping up on one forearm as he observed me.

“No. I…I came with a friend. I have to find her.”

I dressed quickly, my hands trembling as I moved. When I walked to the door, Graham shot up and grabbed my hand, smiling at me.

“Not so fast.” He leaned into me for one last kiss before releasing my hand.

As I left the room, my mind was loud and clear. It was no longer fogged with desperation and lust.

What have I done?