The Anti-Crush by Harper West

14

Elizabeth

My heart was beatinglike a drum.

I was dizzy and I thought I might faint. But I didn't want the moment to end. As his arms cloaked my back, I leaned into it as he deepened the kiss. I parted my lips, letting him in as he backed me against a cool surface. I didn’t know what I was pressed against. I didn’t care.

All I cared about was feeling more of him.

“Fuck,” he growled, into my mouth.

I whimpered as his teeth slid along my lower lip. “Shit,” I whispered, softly.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes, searching them. A grin spread across his face and rested his forehead against mine. I panted as I tried to keep my legs steady. All I wanted to do was jump up and wrap them around his waist. I wanted him closer. I wanted more.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that. You’re trembling.”

We laughed a little as we caught our breath. My hands settled against his chest, and I felt his raging heartbeat beneath my palms. I closed my eyes, wanting to commit it to memory. I breathed in his scent, a mixture of mint and forest that I decided I really liked. My body settled down. My heart stopped thundering and my nerves calmed. But all I wanted was more.

I wanted everything he was willing to give.

"I think that was long overdue," Nathan said with a smirk.

“I think so too.”

He took my hand, threading his fingers through mine.

“So, what now?” I asked, allowing myself a long look at his flushed face.

He kissed my forehead. "For now, I'm going to let you get your sleep.”

“You don’t want to come inside?”

He chuckled before he pecked my lips one last time. “Thanks for a great night. See you soon?"

Disappointment surged through my system. “Of course. Yeah. See you soon.”

He let me go and I suddenly felt cold. As I watched Nathan walk away, I missed him. I wanted his warmth back against my body. I wanted his touch anywhere and everywhere. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide my puckered nipples as he turned and waved at me one last time. I knew I couldn't let this night end like this. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I mean, one kiss? One measly little kiss before he just… left?

No way.

I was on fire and I wanted more Nathan.

Suddenly, I was tired of being the good girl. Tired of always doing what I was supposed to and tired of being the good girl. I wanted things I'd never really wanted before. And I wanted them badly. I didn't care if I studied for that test or not. I didn’t care if I failed. Hell, I didn’t even care if I looked like an idiot chasing after him.

“Nathan, wait!” I gasped.

He was only halfway down the stairs, so I caught up to him quickly. He turned around, waiting for me to say something, but words failed me. So, I grabbed the collar of his shirt. I pulled him close to my face, watching his eyes light up with mystery and delight.

I pulled him back for another kiss and he collected me in his arms.

“Holy fuck,” he grunted.

His tongue claimed my mouth. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He carried me back to my front door before I reached down and threw it open, and together we strode through the threshold. He kicked the door closed as I came up for air, but immediately pressed me back against it.

The heat of his kiss traveled all the way down my thighs. His seductive stare made me ache for more. I felt my cheeks flush as heat trickled down the nape of my neck. I could feel Nathan's eyes on me and it drove me wild.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

I drew in a shaky breath. “Not as beautiful as you, Nathan.”

I let my hands travel along his chest and his arms, feeling the muscles underneath his clothes. I wanted to know what they felt like pressed against me. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be under him. It didn’t matter that I hated his guts for years. Everything was different now.

Nathan cleared his throat and something gave me pause.

“Is everything all right?” I asked.

Nathan sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I can't do this without being honest about something.”

I leaned against the door me and gave him a curious look. "Be honest with me? About what?" I had no idea what he was talking about, but I knew it couldn’t be good. Suddenly, my excitement felt more like a heavy rock sitting in the pit of my stomach.

"I know we only just started talking and hanging out without Tanner and McKenzie,” he said, “but I noticed you before that."

I stared at him, hoping this wasn’t about to crash and burn after I chased him down and brought him back inside.

“I made a lot of mistakes in the past, but one thing I know for sure is that I don’t want to screw this up again. I want something real, and I think this could really be something special.” He raked his hand through his hair and then met my eyes. “I’m not interested in just hooking up, Elizabeth. I want more than that. I want a commitment. And I hope you do too."

I stared at him for a minute, taking it all in.

"I don't know what to say. I mean, that's not really what I expected," I said at last.

"Just say yes. Say that you want to be with me too. Tell me you something serious and not just some fling.” He took another deep breath. “I'm sure it will be hard at times, but I really think we can make it work if we try." He started at me hard, his eyes pleading. It was a side of Nathan I never thought I’d see.

It didn't take much pleading, though. Of course, I wanted to be with Nathan. I think I had known it longer than I wanted to admit.

"Of course I want to try," I said. I wrapped my arms around him, never wanting to let go.

He looked relieved as he took me in his arms and kissed me again. Only this time, it wasn’t slow and romantic. This time, it was needy. Possessive. I felt him claiming me with every stroke of his tongue. He pawed at my lower back as he pulled me closer to him. My breasts pressed flat against his chest. Our teeth clashed,. My lips began to get sore, but I loved the pain. I loved the connection. I adored the desperate heat of it all.

I loved knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Passion and desire filled my veins. He growled like a beast that wanted to be set free from its cage. The wall I’d built up to protect myself from Nathan had been knocked down by his confession.Waves of passion continued to crash over us as he picked me up and hoisted me against the door, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

“Bedroom?” I asked breathlessly.

He held me tightly against his body. “Show me where to go, gorgeous.”

I pointed down the hallway and gasped a little as I felt him harden against me. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along my neck as I breathlessly guided him to my bedroom. Nathan stumbled toward my bed and we fell back onto the mattress. I gazed up into his sparkling eyes.

His eyes made my heart skip a beat.

I gripped his shirt and pulled him down over me, kissing him some more, scared that if I came up for air even for a moment, I’d wake up from this dream. But it wasn't a dream. This was real. It was really happening. I was going to have sex with Nathan. I wanted to feel his body over mine all night before we collapsed into a fit of sweat and smiles. I wanted him to rip off my clothes. I wanted to feel him filling me.

And as I kicked off my shoes, he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Nathan?” I asked.

He tossed his shirt to the side and stepped out of his own shoes. I made quick work of my clothes while I watched him undress. I would’ve thought that undressing for someone like Nathan would’ve been hard. Like, he was judging me or making me feel self-conscious. But the more clothes I peeled off, the hungrier he looked.

“So?” Nathan asked, standing there, naked.

I stood, revealing my whole naked self to him. “Yes?”

“Yes. Yes to everything, Elizabeth. I want you so bad, I can't see straight.”

“Then, come get me.”

He tackled me back to the bed and crashed his lips against mine. I wound my arms around his neck, holding him close and spread my legs spread. His hard cock pressed against my bare pussy. I felt myself gush as our tongues battled for dominance. He took my hands in his and pinned them above my head. He kissed my neck, my throat, my collar bone, and down towards my tits. His hot, wet tongue found my nipple. He teased it before sucking it into his mouth. I arched my back and moaned out his name.

“Jesus, Nathan. Holy hell.”

He paused for a second and I lifted my head. I felt sheepish, yet powerful, beneath his body as he pinned down on the bed bed. With my legs spread and his knees between my thighs, I couldn’t stop staring at his long, thick erection, standing at attention between our bodies.

I expected him to smirk at me, but his expression remained serious. He brushes a lock of hair off of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

He tilted his head. "I know we haven't really talked about this, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I don't want to screw this up.”

Despite his thoughtfulness, I was trying to hold back laughter. I mean, he was stark naked and holding me down in bed. I’d already made up my mind about this.

"I mean, naked making out with you is fun and all," I teased, “but I know what I want, Nathan. And what I want is you."

With that, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and drew him closer to me. He hissed as his cock caught at my entrance, and I felt it pulse. He captured my lips in a soft kiss before his lips fluttered down my neck.

“Oh, Nathan,” I whispered. “That feels so good.”

He nibbled and sucked on my skin and I knew I'd have marks left behind in the morning. I didn’t care, though. I didn’t give a shit who saw evidence of tonight. I just wanted was to feel him filling me, over and over again, until I begged for mercy. He let go of my hands and I gripped his hair, holding tightly onto him as he kissed the space between my breasts. His hands slid along my sides, tickling me ever so slightly, before sinking his teeth into my skin and forcing me to buck against his hips.

I’d never had someone control me with only his mouth before. I loved it.

I loved everything about it. Because it was with Nathan.

He continued kissing down the my torso, towards my hip crease, closer and closer to where I was dripping wet and aching for him. My back to arched as his tongue traced my seam. I shivered, bucking against his face in search for more friction. And as his fingers parted my lower lips, I heard him moan.

“So wet for me,” he murmured.

He teased my clit with his tongue and my toes curled. His touches were light and delicate as he flicked the sensitive bud. I wanted to yank him closer and bury him in my juices. I wanted to flip him over and straddle his fucking face. I wanted him to fuck me. No, I needed it.

“Nathan, please,” I whimpered.

He hovered over my clit. “Please, what?”

I swallowed hard. “I need you inside me. Please.”

Without another word, he pulled away from me for a moment. I watched as he rummaged around in his wallet for something. It wasn’t until I heard the ripping of the foil that I knew what he was doing. I rose up onto my elbows and I him rolling a condom up his massive dick.

“Can’t be too careful,” he said with a wink.

Condom on, he pounced like a wild animal, sinking into me easily, with one swift movement. He set a relentless pace, kissing my lips and rocking his hips into me. I wrapped myself around him, clinging to him for dear life as waves of pleasure coursed through my system.

“Nathan, fuck. You feel so good. Holy shit, please. I—I just—”

He bit into my shoulder. “Jesus Christ, Elizabeth. You feel so goddamn good.”

I lost myself in him in the movement of our bodies. My nails slid along his back. Our kisses grew messy and furious. The sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with his groans and my whimpers. As he continued hitting that perfect spot inside me with his throbbing cock, my body gave itself over to the pleasure. I felt that coil tightening in my gut.

“Nathan, I’m so close. So close. Please, just a little—yes! Right there. Right there. Just like that, Nathan. Oh, my God.”

His hands planted firmly on either side of my head. “That’s the spot. Fuck. Squeeze that dick, Elizab—I’m coming. I’m coming. Holy shit.”

“Yes!” I exclaimed.

I dug my nails into his back and tightened my legs around his waist. I convulsed, releasing every single pent-up emotion and shard of stress. He came, seconds later, spilling inside of me, flooding the condom. He collapsed on top of me before rolling over and pulling my back flush against his chest.

“Holy hell,” I said breathlessly.

He kissed the spot on my shoulder that he'd bitten. “I’ll say.”

"Well, that was fun.”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Yep.”

I wiggled around until I faced him. “I can see why people get obsessed with this. This feeling is... I don't know. I feel like I could fly.”

He said nothing. He just kissed my forehead.

I nuzzled against his chest. "I'm so tired, though.”

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “Me too. You wore me out.”

I smirked, thinking of the best way to tease a football player about his lack of stamina.

"Don't worry. I'll get you back in the morning," he murmured as his eyes closed.