The Stars in the Sky

Chapter 19: Quit

I flopped down on Will's bed on my back, mostly sober, still wearing my dress and shoes, my feet dangling over the side. He walked around the bed to the side my head was on, and gave me the slowest, and sexiest, upside down kiss that I had ever received in my entire life: the top of his tongue explored the top of mine, teasing and feathering in my mouth, and I reached behind me and up to his ass and held him closer.

As I felt his back pocket, I realized something.

"I haven't seen you chew since the first day I was here, right? At least it's been a while." I said between kisses.

"Quit," he said, sucking on my lower lip, still upside down.

I pulled back and looked at him straight in his dark eyes, as he leaned over me. "What do you mean you quit? Just like that? Isn't it addictive? And also, Will Thrash changed something for me?"

"I like you in my mouth more than chaw."

Fuck me. I didn't know what to say about this. For someone who was stubborn, he also ... wasn't. I reached up and ran my fingers through his stubble on his jaw, and then up through his thick, dark waves. But we had had a long twenty-four hours and there were a few other things we needed to discuss.

"Will, you told your mom I was your girlfriend this morning. I'm not your girlfriend."

He pulled back. "Went too fast," he muttered. "Now I gotta convince you to be my girlfriend, don't I?"

"You went too fast," I agreed. "I barely know you."

He smiled. "'Kay. I like you, Marie. I think you want more than just a fuck or two also, so I'm just gonna convince you to go out with me on a regular basis."

"You can try." I wasn't sure what I felt right now. I wanted to be with him, but I wasn't sure about it.

"'Kay. I'll take that for now," he said, as he kissed me again, softly, full lips on mine, still upside down. "I won't scare you off by saying what I think."

"What's that?"

"That this is gonna go somewhere."

"You did just scare me," I said, only half-joking.

"I know," he half-grinned back at me. "So now I think the only objection to being with me is that I'm a Republican, right?" he said, as he unbuttoned his black, Western shirt and pulled it off, exposing a torso hewn by a farm but belonging to the gods.

I ran my fingers along his ribs and his warm skin, and wracked my brain for another objection, but that was a pretty big one. "Oh, and you're an asshole," I said matter-of-factly.

"'Kay," he agreed easily.

"Only sometimes, though..." I trailed off, because he was now really distracting me.

He took off his belt buckle and his belt, and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, and then started to kiss his way from my lips, over my neck, his torso in my face, smelling like handsome Will mixed with beer and strippers, a very amusing, and strangely arousing, scent. He got to the dove tattoo on my collar bone, and said, "you still have lipstick here."

"I do?" I asked, surprised. I got up. "I'm kind of a mess."

"I like it."

"You really are kinky, aren't you?"

"Yep," he stated, completely unapologetically.

I stiffened for a moment. "I feel kind of gross, Will, I need to take a shower or clean up. I still have your cum on me."