Yes, Sweetheart

Chapter 4

Ah, shit. I knew that look. It's the 'I'm-really-horny-and-haven't-seen-you-properly-in-days' look.

I shrugged, opting for the truth. I'd always be down for some good times with him, but honestly, I felt as if I was too high strung right now to enjoy anything correctly at the moment.

He smiled again, his dark eyes hooded with an emotion I recognized.

"But baby," he cooed, "I haven't had any time alone with you for weeks. Please?"

I sighed, putting the book on the coffee table near the couch. Josh reached for me, and squeezed my thigh.

And, of course, he was already hard. No one needed a college degree to notice it.

Regardless, it couldn't be that bad if, at the very least, we fooled around for a while. Ironically, whenever I was over, Levi always made himself scarce, and that's if he was even there at all. Deep down, while Josh may have thought he was getting away with it, I had the sneaking suspicion that it only happened because Levi knew what was likely going on and consciously avoided it.

I reached up with my left hand and cupped Josh's face. He was still watching my face with a greedy intensity, and licked his lips.

I rubbed his cheekbone with my thumb, but apparently he was being patient no longer, for he reached for my neck with one hand and pulled me forward, crushing my lips to his.

His other hand came around to my hip and squeezed, before traveling around to my back.

Overall, kissing Josh was pleasant, as it had always been. I could never complain, as Josh was everything I wanted. The only problem was that lately I had felt as though making out with him was far less enjoyable than it used to be, if only because he had been pushing the issue more and more.

He moaned, breaking away and allowing his head to rest in my neck.

"Your ass is so nice, Aria. Fuck."

Funny. You weren't saying that yesterday.

He always exclaimed that he loved me more than anything, which I did believe to be true, however one minute he implied that I was too curvy, only to tell me how much he enjoyed my figure in times like these.

Therefore, I was never sure which one he felt at the moment, and honestly didn't mention anything about it in conversation.

I simply tilted my head to the side and allowed him to kiss at my neck, aware that he would likely leave bruises but too beyond it to bother to care.

His arms wrapped tighter around my waist, seemingly to want to pull me closer to him. I whined as his lips began to suck on one spot in my neck.

As sensitive as my neck was, I lamented the fact that Josh seemed to be barely trying at the moment. Perhaps he was just exceptionally horny, but he seemed focused on himself despite kissing me.

Physically, he was there, but mentally I'm not sure he really was. I lightly pushed at his chest to get him to back away, but he seemed to be avoiding or simply not responding to any nonverbal cues. None made him change course, and honestly, it was the weirdest thing I've seen all day - second only to Levi offering to tutor me in physics.

Josh pushed me backwards, so that I was lying on the couch, and he was mostly on top of me, between my slightly-spread legs.

Wrapping my arms around his back, I gently allowed one hand to curl into his hair, while the other dug into the meat of his back.

He groaned, and shifted his hips forward. His mouth left mine, but our foreheads still touched. His breathing, quickly becoming harsh, was near my mouth. My own breathing, though I wish I could claim otherwise, was beginning to become more erratic.

His hips drew back, before pushing forward again, making contact with my own. He grunted lowly, and continued the motion. His arousal was beginning to trigger my own, although Josh was frantic and insistent about this, confirming that he really was just in need of some relief.

"Aria. Shit. You feel good. You'd feel better if we could do it here," he hissed.

At that, my foggy mind cleared somewhat. Here? He wanted to have sex on the couch? I blushed. I knew Levi was upstairs, purposely minding his own business, but the thought of doing it when someone could walk in on us any minute made me slightly uncomfortable.

Besides, Josh had always offered to take me to bed, so it was just surprising he didn't even offer.

I opened my mouth, "I'm not sure, Josh. I mean, I'd love to, but Levi's still here. What if he comes downstairs?"

Josh chuckled.

"One murmur of the noises I'll be forcing you to make and he'd be smart to stay upstairs until it's over."

Flushing, I met Josh's eyes. I was embarrassed that someone else was in the house, but figured that if he was sure, I might as well.

I sat up some, and Josh reclined on his heels, allowing me to sit up. I pulled my shirt off, tossing it away, and Josh's eyes hungrily went to my chest, although I had yet to remove my bra.

He wet his lips, staring at my chest. While it wasn't very large, it seemed to always keep Josh's attention, so I suppose my chest was satisfactory enough for him.

I reached behind me, beginning to unclasp my bra, and heard a low rumble of approval come from Josh's mouth.

Noticing I could feel slightly uncomfortable, I concluded that my arousal had been heightened by Josh. It was damp, wet, and frankly it had been a long time since I had been intimate with Josh.

Finally hearing the click of my bra releasing, I dropped it and again tossed it, in the same general direction as I had with the shirt.

Josh reached for my waist, and again began kissing me thoroughly. His hands tightened on my hips, squeezing and appreciating the curves of my body. I had my hands on his stomach with one hand reaching for the waistband of his pants. He permitted me to fiddle with it, before he pushed one hand down, pressing it between my legs.

I had my face in his neck as he held his fingers there, and allowed him to touch me through the jeans.

He hummed, before bringing his fingers up again.

Suddenly, he shoved me back, and leapt off the couch.

I was startled, and even more so when I saw the genuine anger on his face.

"What the hell, Aria?"

He waved his fingers around, and I could see a streak of red on them. He was gesticulating angrily, and I noticed for the first time since he kissed me that I was having abdominal pains that surged every once in a while.

No. No, it couldn't be.

I looked down, but of course, it could indeed happen. Fuck.

I was bleeding all over his couch.