Trust Issues

CHAPTER EIGHT

(Dave's point of view)

Well this isn't where I thought I'd be this morning. I woke up thinking that I'd go on a date, blow Brook's socks off, then come home and grab a beer from the fridge. I never actually thought she'd come back to my place after, but then again I didn't think she'd get drunk. Drunk enough that she'd want to stay at my place.

The care ride over was...interesting to say the least, it was like I was at a karaoke concert. But instead of it being really good it was just mediocre; it's not like she can't sing it's more like she's off tempo. If I wasn't driving I would have recorded it and showed it to her later.

I've never seen her like that before, just completely relaxed and loose. Not caring about how silly she looks and just having fun. She wasn't tense on our date or anything but she definitely was holding that side of her back; I should have known that she'd be full of surprises. The second I think I've seen every side to her she shows me more. I could never get tired of her.

After I parked the car and helped her get out of the car she started clinging to me and giggling like a schoolgirl. I tried not to notice the close proximity of our bodies as her body heat and scent became harder to not notice. I thought I'd be able to handle this behaviour and then we got into the elevator. I don't know what switch flipped in her head, but the second the doors closed she cornered me.

The conversation went like this.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Paying you back."

"In the elevator?"

"I'm giving you a sneak peek."

"I don't think that a g-ah."

Ignoring what I was going to say she starts to stroke me over my pants. It doesn't help that I got a little turned on when she pressed herself against me earlier. Now I live in a tall building and my apartment is a condo so this elevator ride is going to be like three minutes. I'm not sure if I'm going to last that long.

I bite my lip trying to stifle my moans; if she knows I'm enjoying this she won't stop. I can feel myself getting closer as I watch the number climb closer to my floor, I try my best to hold on. Right before I can't hold on, like a bad movie the elevator stops at my floor. I've never ran so fast from a situation in my life, I ran out of that elevator so fast I think I almost pulled something.

We somehow made it to the apartment without her trying to pull my pants down. We walked inside and I went straight to the TV, I turned it on and opened up netflix.

I thought watching a movie would distract her and for a while it did. We made it halfway through the movie, then I felt her hand on my thigh. Every few minutes she'd move it up until she was resting it on my bulge.

She started rubbing me again, I settled down so I was going to last a bit longer. After a few minutes of her rubbing me off I lose my patience and pull her onto my lap.

She looks surprised at first but then drops her gaze to my lips, I gently grab the back of her head slowly bringing our faces together.

I kissed her gently at first not wanting to start something she'll regret later, but she yet again had other plans. She buried her hands in my hair and pulled me closer against her deepening our kiss.

Now I'm a simple man, a girl being dominant is enough to make me lose it. I stop myself from moaning and feel up her sides, I can feel her start to grind against me.

I'm starting to get restless and so is she, I start to slow down and pull away. She pouts and tries to bring me back towards her but I resist.

I pick her up and put her on the coach and disappear into the kitchen, I return with a glass of water and watch as she downs it. I let her relax on my chest until I heard her breathing even out.