Little Dark One

30 - friends

Tommy

I don't think I've ever been so emotionally exhausted. The last 24 hours were so turbulent for both Keira and I. She's bringing out all these feelings in me that I've never felt before. The extent of my emotional repertoire was either rage or numb boredom, there was no in between. I was basically on auto pilot before she arrived.

Since Keira stepped into my world I've probably experienced every emotion known to man, on a very heightened level. Fury, serenity, nervousness, jealousy, happiness, fear... It was like a ferris wheel of feelings, and for a guy like me that was life changing. 

"You look exhausted." She broke through my thoughts. She was still on my lap in the dining room, running her small fingers through my hair. It felt so calming I was ready to lay my head on her shoulder and fall asleep. "Let's go upstairs."

"I can't. I have work to do." I grumbled, all I wanted was to go upstairs and wrap myself around her under the blankets.

"Blaze can handle it. You need some rest, you can barely keep your eyes open." She was on to me, I wasn't used to anyone taking care of me, the whole concept was foreign.

Before I could deny it, she got up and took my hand. Mine completely engulfed hers, all of me did. I was tall and muscular, and she was so small and curvy but somehow we fit perfectly. 

Without another word she led me up the spiral staircase and into my bedroom. I leaned back, waited for her on my plush monochromatic bed as she pulled the blackout curtains closed, plunging us into darkness. She turned to leave and I sat back up in confusion. 

"Wait, where are you going?" The words came out a little more desperate than I planned. She turned back to me with a smug little grin, clearly amused by my out of character clingy behavior.

"I'm giving you some space so you can take a nap." She shrugged, taking another step towards the door.

"Come back." I demanded, too tired to try and pretend I didn't want her. She glanced over he shoulder at me and took another step, placing her hand on the door handle. "Keira," I warned as she held back a cheeky grin. "I'm serious, come back here." 

She turned around with a full on grin this time. "Make me." 

She did not just flat out challenge me. She had no idea who she was dealing with. Before she could blink, I shot off the bed and pushed her into the bedroom door with my body, blocking her in with my hands flat against the wood on either side of her head. I leaned in and inhaled her intoxicating scent, that coupled with her words sent me into a frenzy. 

"You want to play games, baby?" I challenged, inches from her pink lips. Her breathing became shallow and her eyes switched back and forth between mine and the lips I just slowly ran my tongue over in anticipation. 

"I'm not your baby." She whispered, intentionally antagonizing me. It worked. 

I snapped my hands around her thighs and pulled her up to eye level, pushing her into the door as he legs wrapped around my hips tightly. I leaned into her ear. "You're not my baby?" I growled in her ear, nipping the lobe gently before returning my heated gaze to her crystal orbs. She shook her head, intent on continuing her infuriating antics. She wanted to drive me wild and it was working. "What are you then?

She exhaled as I ran my hand up her thigh, her hips and waist, over her chest and up to her neck. My fingers wrapped around her throat gently, not willing to cause her any real harm. 

"I'm your friend." She met my eyes boldly willing me to retaliate, I was blinded by budding lust. 

Friend? She thinks she's my friend?

I slammed my lips into hers and tightened my hold on her neck, careful not to block her airways but enough to increase pleasure.  She met my passion with her own and sexual electricity sparked around us. Her thighs tightened around my waist as I deepened our kiss and dipped my tongue in. She moaned into my lips as I ravaged her, one hand dug into my hair and the other clutched my shoulder for leverage. Before she got everything she wanted, I pulled away and left her hot and breathless. 

"Do friends kiss like that?" I challenged, dropping her thighs and taking a step back from her.

"No one kisses like that." She leaned against the door completely out of breath, her eyes mirroring my intense lust. If I wasn't mistaken, her knees were even shaking a little. I met her crystals again with a satisfied smirk. She chose the wrong man to play games with. 

I stood in front of my bed facing her, reached back and pulled the t shirt over my head in one swift movement, intentionally flexing my muscles in the process. I tossed the shirt on the floor next to me. Her eyes bulged and traced over my chest and six pack I trained hard to maintain.

"What are you doing?" She squeaked from across the bedroom. 

I reached for the waistband of my sweatpants and began to slide them down my equally muscular and tattooed legs. Then I glanced back at her innocently and shrugged. "I can't sleep in all my clothes, it would get too hot."

"Hot... of course." She repeated as if it made perfect sense, eyes bouncing back and forth between my face, arms and ripped stomach. She didn't dare train her eyes lower. 

"So are you staying or going?" I mocked, knowing full well she wouldn't even consider leaving now. 

"I'll stay." She replied so quickly, licking her deliciously swollen lips. Just as I thought. I turned and reclined on the bed in nothing but tight boxers. She took a few steps forward to join me.

"Wait just a second, baby. Is it alright if I call you baby again?" My eyes flared as a smirk sat plastered on my face. She nodded immediately. I was having way too much fun with this, and best of all, she started it. "There are no clothes allowed in this bed, as you can see." I motioned to my half naked form and her eyes widened.

"You dirty bastard." She muttered as she reached for the hem of my Adidas sweatshirt, crossed her arms and pulled it off smoothly. Leaving her a few feet in front of me in just a tiny crop top and leggings. 

I chuckled at her fitting insult."I'm as dirty as it gets."

She rolled her big beautiful eyes as she took another step towards me and peeled off her crop top, leaving just a black lace bra to hug her perfect chest. I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life, she was bewitching. I watches as her fingers slid down her body to the waistband of her tight leggings. She bent over giving me a perfect view of her bust as she peeled the materials off her legs. 

She straightened and stared back at me in just a matching set of black lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination. I can't believe she was wearing that under her clothes this entire time. 

"Stop." I commanded as she reached behind her to unclasp the lace. "I want to do the rest myself." I cleared my throat. She was driving me crazy, I've never felt this way around a woman before, and I've experienced my fair share. 

"So do it." She challenged with a smirk of her own. My drooling must be feeding her confidence, because she has never been this bold with me before. I had to remind her who's boss. 

"Come here." I demanded for third and last time today. Thank god for me she listened this time. Keira knelt on the bed and crawled towards me, her gorgeous butterscotch hair falling around her face in waves. "Good girl." I praised as she hovered over me. 

"You have 3 seconds to touch me, Tommy." She threatened. My eyes darkened. I loved my name on her tongue and I wanted to make her scream it over and over.  

I snatched her neck in my inked palm again and flipped her over onto the sheets, hovering over her. "You want me to touch you baby?" I whispered seductively. 

"Yes."

I lowered myself down so my lips were hovering directly over hers but not touching. Our erratic breathing mingling. 

"I want to hear you beg." 

She inhaled a sharp breath.