AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Well, fuck, that really brought down the tone of the room. Not only have I depressed us both with talk of my flabby body, I’ve also mentioned other guys I’ve fucked. Great conversation for a second date.
Shit, maybe my mouth is the reason I’m not in a relationship. I really need to start thinking before I speak. Guys don’t want to hear about how much I hate how I look.
The silence between us is deafening, and I can’t wait any longer to find out what he’s thinking. I look up at him through hooded eyes, and I’m shocked to see he looks almost angry.
Once he’s sure he has my full attention, and that my eyes aren’t wavering from his, he replies. “There is so much wrong with that statement, so I’m gonna break it down. Firstly, the guys you’ve dated or fucked in the past are clearly twatwaffles. I mean, I’m not defending them when I say this because it’s clear they could have treated you better, but I can also see why they would want you on your knees. I mean, you have the sexiest plump lips that would look amazing swallowing a cock. And all guys love doggy because we can take control and get deeper. I can’t speak to the other guys, but for me personally, I do it because it feels good, not so I don’t have to look at the girl I’m fucking. They should never have made you feel like that. And for the record, I think they’re fucking crazy because you are beautiful, and I can’t wait to get you naked. But, if we could stop talking about the other guys you’ve fucked because I can feel myself getting angrier,” he snaps, and my brow arches as I look on at him in confusion.
“Why are you angry?”
Shaking his head, he takes my cheeks in both hands to make sure I don’t look away from him, and the intensity of his fiery gaze is making me want to shrink away but I can’t. “I’m angry because the dipshits who came before me have clearly left you with no self confidence and that should never happen. Although I’m glad none of them worked out so we could be here doing this, I would never want you to have such bad experiences that it ruins your self esteem. That shit reflects badly on my whole gender. But the main reason I’m so angry is thinking about the guys you fucked in the past. I know we all have a past, but I hate the idea that they got to be with you, while I may have fucked things up so early on, all because I was attempting to be fucking chivalrous.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, I can’t help the rushing exhale of air as I sigh loudly, so fucking relieved to hear him say that. My cheeks flush a pinky colour as I realise Lee is having a case of the green-eyed monster. I don’t know how he does it, but even at a time where I can feel my insecurities overwhelming me, he manages to make me feel special. I’ve never met a guy who can do that.
“I don’t think you’ve ruined anything,” I mutter, barely above a whisper, but as his eyes widen, it’s clear he heard me.
He looks like he’s trying to find the words to articulate how he’s feeling, and I know that sensation, so I try to make things easier on him. Without hesitating I close the small gap between us and press my lips against his.
The instant our lips touch, our frantic nature returns and we begin clawing at each other, our tongues consuming one another like we just can’t get enough. I act on instinct alone, no longer afraid of what I should be doing with my hands, or thinking about if we’re going too fast. I want Lee, and we could wait, but what would be the point? I may as well enjoy what we have now while we have it, since tomorrow is never certain.
This time as Lee’s hands go to the bare flesh on my lower back, I shiver with pleasure, before reaching out to the hem on his T-shirt. I don’t try to put my hands underneath and instead, I pull frantically to remove it. I don’t get far before Lee lets go of me, and takes over helping me to remove his shirt. As he does, he shuffles backwards until his back is against the sofa, and once he’s thrown the shirt on the floor, I find myself frozen, staring at his body.
In my opinion, he’s got the perfect version of a male body. His biceps aren’t bigger than my thigh, but he’s still very clearly ripped. Lee is a runner, and that’s obvious just by looking at him. He’s lean, with muscles in all the right places. His chest and pecs feature a few dark hairs, but nowhere near levels to be classed as furry. His abs are ripped, with closer to an eight pack than a six, and without even really thinking about what I’m doing, I reach over and start tracing the ripples lightly with my fingertips. I love the way he shivers beneath my touch.
I’m so distracted staring at his abs and the little happy trail sitting in the middle of the perfectly defined V that scoops around his hips—something I’m not at all ashamed to admit—that I miss his quick movements. He reaches over, grabs my hips like I weigh nothing and pulls me until I’m straddling him, my legs on either side of his thighs.
I shuffle into position, hating the idea that I might be crushing him, but Lee doesn’t seem to care. In fact, he places both hands on my ass cheeks and pulls me closer to him, closing the gap between us. My sensitive nipples rub against my bra as my boobs are pushed against his hard chest. Then, with a slight tilt of his pelvis, I feel his hard length pressing against my covered pussy. Even though we’re both wearing clothing still, I can feel how big he is, and the delicious way he rubs against my sensitive clit is driving me insane.
Lee doesn’t give me any chance to think about all the overwhelming sensations. Instead, he grabs hold of the bottom of my T-shirt and he begins pulling it over my head. As soon as he’s removed it, he takes a moment to rake his gaze over my body.
My instinct is to cover up, but before I even begin moving my arms, the look in Lee’s eyes stops me in my step. His bright blue eyes are darkened with lust, and he’s looking at me like a starving man seeing a cheeseburger for the first time. His hooded eyes rake over my bra covered breasts, and over my stomach, paying close attention to the belly button bar in my navel.
The more his eyes rake over me, I realise he’s not seeing what I see. He’s not paying any attention to the purple stretch marks I have on my hips, or the cellulite patches that are on my lower abdomen. He’s looking at me, all of me, and if the desire blazing in his eyes is anything to go on, he clearly likes what he sees. He makes me feel so incredibly sexy. He’s not just staring at my tits like most guys do—though his eyes do flare as he takes in my generous cleavage. He’s looking at me in such a way that I really do believe he thinks I’m beautiful.
Lee looks at my body for so long, I start to feel almost awkward, and I can’t wait for him to move. Though, when he does finally lean forward and capture my lips, it’s in a short bruising kiss, one that’s over far too fucking soon.
As he pulls away, he keeps his forehead resting on mine, and a genuine bright smile crosses his face. He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair away from my eye, behind my ear, and he cups my cheek with his palm. “You really are beautiful, Em. Are we doing this? Because if so, I plan on righting all the wrongs the fuckups before me caused. I want to fuck you so well you will feel me next week. I want to make your legs tremble and your pussy gush. But, more than that, I’m going to worship your body and show you just how fucking sexy you really are.”
He pauses, looking at me with such intensity it causes my heart to race and my palms to become sweaty. Fuck me is he saying all the right things. Even if I hand over the keys to my body, and he really does show me what it’s like to be worshipped, I need to keep the key to my heart firmly locked away. I have an awful feeling that if Lee keeps saying things like that, and making me feel the way he has so far, my poor little heart could get smashed into a million pieces.
Is it worth the risk? Hell yes.
“What do you say, Beautiful? Are we doing this?” he asks, his voice sounding hopeful, and I can’t help but smile.
“Fuck, yes. Of course we’re doing this. Friends-with-benefits, here we come,” I joke, and as Lee’s laughter rings out around me, I can’t help but smile.
I’m not sure if I’ve just made the best or worst decision of my life. I guess we will have to see. But for now, I’m going to enjoy every pleasure he gives me, and we can worry about the rest later.
CHAPTERSIX
LEE
From the minute Emmaleigh lets go of everything in her mind, it’s like she’s a completely different person. Hearing her talk about the guys from her past literally caused my blood to boil. I’m not a jealous person, and never have been, but I have to admit that hearing her talk about being with other men caused the green-eyed monster to raise his ugly head.
But, if I thought how they treated her made me angry, that was nothing compared to the way I felt when she was talking about herself, and how she hates her body. At first I thought maybe she was joking, until I saw the darkness descend over her eyes. Her face became a blank mask, her gaze the only giveaway of the real pain she was feeling.
I honestly don’t know why she feels the way she does, because to me, she’s fucking gorgeous. I mean, I know she’s not your typical supermodel size, but to me, that’s a good thing. She’s got curves in all the right places, making her look like a real woman. She’s got an hourglass figure that I know a lot of girls would crave. Where she sees imperfections, I see beauty. So what if she’s got a little bit more curves to her hips than other girls. To me, that just gives me something to grab hold of. I meant every word when I told her she was beautiful, and it pisses me off that she doesn’t already know that.
Men have seriously let her down in the past, and I have to admit, that did add to my hesitance when it comes to rushing into having sex with her. If you asked my dick alone, he would say ‘yes please’ in an instant. He’s been painfully hard, straining to break free from my jeans since we got here. So of course I want to have sex with her, I’m just worried. Even though she said she’s okay with the whole friends-with-benefits situation, I can’t help but think she doesn’t really mean that.
