Blame Gravity

Chapter 19*

We wake up tangled in each other, and James kisses my forehead before standing up to get ready for breakfast. I stay for a little longer, not wanting to get out of bed, but in the end, I get off the mattress anyway.

After breakfast, we go sightseeing, and when we get home, I immediately hear my phone ring.

"Oh, hey, Mike." I hear James snort and I shoot him a strict look.

"Hi, beautiful! I miss you a lot, you know?" I hear his excited voice. He's so adorable when he talks like that.

"I... uh-" I'm about to answer him but he interrupts me.

"I can't wait to see you... and... if you, uh... want to then we could maybe... So, uh, yeah."

What?! I look at James and mouth 'what does he mean?', but he is just laughing uncontrollably. Well, that helps a lot. Thanks, James.

"Um... what do you mean, exactly?" I ask, fear in my voice.

"We could maybe... take the next step." I hear him swallow and I can sense the anxiety in his voice.

"Like, in the relationship? What, you want to meet my parents or something?"

"No," he laughs. "I mean... I've been thinking about you, and... I want you, Lucy."

I freeze.

What the fuck?

I look over at James, wanting some sort of advice, but he's still chortling, spread out on the bed, hand over his mouth, trying not to make a noise while simultaneously laughing his ass off.

"Oh, uh. That's an interesting way to phrase that," I whisper.

I hear nervous laughing from the other end of the line. "So, uh... What's your answer?"

"I'll... I'll think about it, okay?" I try my best to ignore James.

Mike inhales sharply. "Okay, yeah. Take your time."

"Yeah. Thanks."

We say goodbye and hang up the phone. As soon as I put down the phone, James bursts out laughing.

"Don't you laugh!" I yell. "You're such a fucking disrespectful idiot... this is a private thing!" 

He stands up and takes a step closer, his smile seeming ingenuine. "So you two are going to shag?"

"Shut up!" I yell and am about to hit him, but he catches my hand again. When did he learn that skill? It makes everything ten times for difficult.

"Don't yell at me or I'll give you a reason to scream," he says quietly, and in his voice rings a kind of authority that I haven't heard before. He then lets go of my hand and fixes his hair.  "Did you just thank him for not forcing you into a decision that might affect your life in a big way?" he finally whispers.

I freeze, for the second time in these ten minutes. "Yes. But it doesn't matter anyway."

"Why not?"

I stay quiet for a moment. "Nevermind."

"No, I want to hear it. Why does it not matter?"

"Because it won't be my first time," I finally whisper, and I notice that my cheeks are burning up. I try to keep a neutral face and look him in the eye.

He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to the side. Then he grins and imitates Mike's voice. "I want you, Lucy."

"Shut up!" I say, smacking him on the head, him finally letting me. He's still laughing like an idiot and I try my best not to smile. "You're so stupid," I breathe.

"You've said nicer things before," he whispers and takes a step closer to me.

I can't deny the kind of strange longing I feel for him, and that right now all I want to do is kiss him and fuck him until the sun comes up.

When he kisses me, I don't stop him, and I immediately put my arms around him. 

He pushes me against the wall and groans, "I'm gonna fuck you until you forget his name". I hate that that turns me on and I would punch him if I didn't have such a desire for him. I kiss his neck in the spot I know he enjoys. He inserts his hand in my panties, stimulating my clit, and when I'm about to cum, he stops, and we take off our clothes.

I gasp slightly when he enters me. I've never done this before standing up, and it feels very different. My knees buckle, but he holds me upright. 

I throw my head back when he hits my sweet spot and I can't help but moan. I push my hips to him, wanting him to be closer. 

"Does he make you feel this good, Lucy?" he groans loudly while biting back a moan.

"They're going to hear us," I sputter.

 "I don't care," he moans and kisses my neck, leaving marks. "Does he?"

My breath hitches and I swallow hard. I shake my head, not caring about his stupid questions, only wanting to feel him inside me. 

"Answer me, damn it!" he pants and holds me closer.

"He doesn't," I finally falter. "Only you do."

He nods and goes harder. When I finish, my eyes roll back, and I moan way too loudly. He finishes a few moments later and lays me down on the bed. For a moment, I think this is it, but then we go another round, making way too much sound. And another.

My skin prickles and I'm shaking by the time he's done, and he kisses my forehead before walking to the bathroom. 

While showering, I can't seem to keep standing, and I'm quavering terribly. When I'm finally done, I slump down on the bed, and he kisses my forehead and puts his arms around me. 

"You okay?" he whispers.  I nod. "You were so good, you know that?" He kisses me again and holds me closer. "I'm sorry for being so rough."

"It's okay," I whisper, half-asleep. "It was hot." I feel him smile and he kisses me one more time.

I fall asleep like that, feeling one hundred percent surrounded by care and love.