This is the second excerpt from the story involving flatmates, Carter & Elle, who in the first excerpt, caved in to the sexual tension that had been building between them for months.
In the second excerpt they again cave in, despite agreeing after that first time that it wouldn't happen again.
Earthquakes factor into this story, which is no surprise really. In 2010 and 2011 the city I lived in experienced two really harrowing earthquakes, and the idea for this little scene came to mind one night after an earthquake had woken me at around 3am. It seemed natural to include an earthquake in the scene.
If you missed it, you can check out
Flatmates (excerpt 1) by clicking on this link
I am looking forward to sharing other excerpts from this story, but for now I will leave you with excerpt 2!
As always, if you would like to download it, here is a PDF of the excerpt
Flatmates (excerpt 2) - Bree Guildford
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'Flatmates' (unofficial title) excerpt 2
Elle
awoke suddenly. Her bed was shaking, the windows were rattling and
there was a loud rumbling noise. She pulled the covers up over her
head and waited for it to stop, cursing Mother Nature for the
umpteenth time since the first earthquake had hit. The first one had
happened almost twenty months earlier, and since that initial
earthquake her poor city had experienced thousands of aftershocks.
Most were small, but there were big ones every now and then... while
the small ones didn't bother her, the big ones still got her heart
racing and made her feel anxious and more than a little scared. When
the shaking was finally over she pulled the blankets down and looked
at her clock. 4am. GREAT. Chances were she'd take a decent couple
of hours to get back to sleep, and then she had to be up at 7am. If
she was lucky, she would get an hour's sleep. Just grand.
When
she realised she needed the toilet she groaned. She HATED getting
out of bed after an earthquake in the middle of the night... the
entire time she was up she would freak out about another one
happening. For some reason an earthquake in the dark scared her a
lot more than one during daytime hours. Giving in to the call of
nature, she got out of bed and walked carefully down the hall half
expecting the ground to start shaking again. She managed to go to
the toilet without another quake, and after washing her hands she
walked through to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. She
felt parched and drank it quickly then filled her glass again, all
the while just waiting for the big jolt and loud rumble of another
earthquake.
Standing
at the bench she looked out the window at the blanket of stars
covering the sky, and smiled to herself. It did look pretty, even if
the earth was doing fucked up things beneath her feet. Slowly she
sipped the second glass of water, hoping that if she concentrated
enough on how nice it looked outside, she might relax enough to be
able to go back to bed and potentially get to sleep a little faster
than normal. She was staring out at the sky when suddenly someone
leaned against her back, giving her a big fright. She put her hands
on the counter to steady herself and seconds later a pair of arms was
either side of her own. Elle sighed and took a deep breath, willing
her heart to stop racing.
“You
scared me,” she whispered as Carter rested his chin on her
shoulder.
“Sorry...
I didn't mean to,” he whispered back and she took another deep,
calming breath.
“I'm
just a bit on edge...” she explained quietly. Carter moved his
hands so they were over top of her own, his fingers sliding in
between hers... she couldn't help but feel relieved to have him there
to provide her with a little comfort.
“It
wasn't a nice one,” Carter replied and she realised that he
probably wasn't exactly over the moon that there'd been an earthquake
either.
Earthquakes
tended to be a big equaliser. No one liked them. No one's nerves
remained completely intact after a sizable quake. Not even big
strong men.
When
he didn't move his hands from hers and his chin stayed on her
shoulder she began to experience anxiety and nerves for a whole other
reason. For months an enormous amount of sexual tension had built up
between them, and eventually one afternoon they had caved and given
in to their longing for each other. What had resulted was one
amazingly intense sexual encounter that had left her unable to walk
properly for two days afterward. The memory of that encounter had
stayed very firmly – and very clearly - in her mind.
Elle
felt his lips softly brush against her neck and held her breath and
closed her eyes, in hopes that if she didn't respond he would simply
go back to bed. Her body betrayed her though and she moved her head
to the side, giving him better access to her neck... which he took
his time softly teasing with his lips.
“Remember?”
Carter whispered in her ear, and she knew precisely what he was
meaning with that one word.
“I
remember...” she replied, biting her bottom lip as she remembered
their little encounter.
“Remembering
right now, aren't you...” Carter said, his voice sounding husky.
“Maybe...”
Elle replied, shuddering as again his lips brushed softly against her
neck. He bit her neck and she let out an audible whimper.
“I
bet you remember that...” he said, as he bit into her neck again.
She let out another whimper and half regretted the drunken
conversation they had once had about sexual turn-ons.
Because
of that discussion, he had a wide knowledge of the ways he could turn
her on, and all because she was a horny, chatty drunk.
Carter
began to repeatedly bite her neck and her thoughts naturally returned
to the afternoon of feisty, frantic, sweaty sex they had shared.
That was until Elle was literally jolted out of her thoughts when the
room... house... ground... world.. began shaking again. Elle held
tightly to the bench and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, willing the
shaking to stop. It wasn't a big one, but considering the state her
nerves were in, it had the same effect as a big one on her. Carter
started to rub the side of her hands with his thumbs, the gesture
surprising Elle, but comforting her at the same time.
“It's
okay,” he whispered to her and Elle shook her head, squeezing her
eyes closed again, this time trying to squeeze away the tears that
were forming.
There
was no way she was going to cry in front of him. Carter moved both
of his hands to her shoulders and turned her around, pulling her
against his chest before putting both of his arms around her. They
stood like that for five minutes. His hands didn't once move
anywhere they shouldn't have and she wondered if perhaps he'd needed
the little bit of comfort as much as she had. That said, she
couldn't ignore the fact he wasn't wearing a top and his bare chest
felt very nice against her face. She couldn't help but wonder if he
could feel her nipples through her top – she WAS cold after all -
and getting nippley wasn't something she had any control over.
“How
about a cup of tea, then we can go into the lounge and watch some
mindless drivel on TV, while our nerves settle a bit?” Carter
suggested and she nodded in agreement.
“That
sounds good,” Elle replied against his chest and then pulled away
from him.
Carter
smiled at her and told her to go through to the lounge while he made
the tea, but she told him that she'd stay with him. He didn't ask,
and she didn't elaborate, but both of them knew she didn't want to be
alone, in case there was another shake.
A few
minutes later they settled on the couch with their cups of tea.
Because it was cold Carter went through to his bedroom and returned a
minute later with his duvet. As they put the duvet over themselves
it didn't occur to either of them that they could have simply put
more clothes on. They sat side by side sipping their cups of tea as
they laughed at a rerun of a sitcom that they'd both watched as
kids... both more than a little embarrassed they laughed at it as
much as adults, as they had done as kids. Even with the duvet
covering them Elle began shivering. Carter obviously noticed because
he put an arm around her and pulled her against him... it was lovely
being pressed up against him, but she hadn't failed to recognise that
he was stroking her arm. Or that it felt really nice.
They
had both finished their cups of tea so Elle stood up and took them
through to the kitchen, deciding that was a good way to break the
contact between them. When she came back and took her place on the
couch beside Carter he turned to face her and gave her a steamy look
… then pushed her down on her back and crawled on top of her,
taking her very much by surprise. Biting her lip, she stared up at
him and tried to stop focusing on how pretty his eyes were, with his
gorgeous thick, dark eyelashes. But she couldn't stop. She was
mesmerised by those eyes.
In
what seemed to be slow motion Carter bent his head down and
delicately kissed her. It was a kiss that seemed to suck all the
life out of her, even though it was by no means passionate. When his
lips left hers he looked down at her; the slightest little hint of a
smile crossed his face, and she felt her desire for him sky rocket.
Damn him. Again he dipped his head down so he could kiss her and not
for the first time Elle could feel herself losing the last of her
restraint. He stopped kissing her and looked at her again, this time
there was absolutely no missing the cheeky grin on his face. Or the
look that said 'you know you want it, just as much as I do'.
Sadly
he was correct. VERY correct.
Carter
was on his hands and knees straddling her, and when he bent down to
bite her neck she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
Elle let out a little squeal of surprise when somehow he managed to
pull them both to a sitting position. The change in position meant
that it she was now the one who was straddling him, her legs still
tightly around his waist. Her arms found their way around his neck,
and she leaned in to kiss him... she wasn't surprised when she
quickly learnt he was a very good kisser. It was nice to be kissing
him – they hadn't kissed the first time – and sex without kissing
always seemed a little slutty to her.
As the
kissing deepened and became more passionate, she moved her arms from
around his neck and she began running her hands up and down his back.
She loved how soft his skin was, and enjoyed the feel of his
muscles rippling beneath her hands whenever he moved. Her
appreciation for muscley arms and shoulders and a nice strong chest
was another thing she had stupidly told him one drunken night. It
just so happened that he had all three and she was convinced that him
walking around topless a lot of the time was an intentional way to
tease her. It had worked. Very well.
Carter
unexpectedly moved her hands from his back and she suddenly felt
confused about his intentions. Maybe she had read him wrong? Maybe
he WASN'T initiating sex? With that in mind Elle moved to get off
his lap but the look he gave stopped her. The look was one of
anticipation and delight mixed with something she couldn't quite put
her fingers on... whatever it was it stopped her from getting off his
lap. When she felt his fingers on the hem of her t-shirt she found
it hard to breathe normally and realised the reason he had stopped
her touching him was so he could touch her. As her t-shirt fell to
the floor her heart began racing.
Elle
heard Carter take a deep breath and then she bit her lip as he moved
his hands to her boobs. She smirked as he cupped them both in his
hands, the look on his face was priceless... she was sure the poor
man's eyes were about to pop out of his head! As he started to
gently massage her breasts she felt an ache between her legs and knew
that her last tiny piece of restraint had just slipped away. She
needed him and she needed him badly.
“Do
you know how long I've wanted to do this?” Carter asked, his voice
shaking.
Elle
shook her head, not really knowing how to answer his question, which
she decided was probably rhetorical anyway. When a shot of
electricity tore through her she realised he wasn't interested in her
response, his attention instead focused on her nipples. She stifled
a moan as he rubbed her nipples so lightly she could hardly feel
it... but that light, barely there touch was enough to cause her clit
to throb intensely each time his fingers passed over her nipples.
There
was also the fact his cock was nudging at her pussy and even though
there were layers of cotton acting as a barrier, the hardness of his
cock caused her to feel very sidetracked. And to want to do bad, bad
things to the man. His hands stayed on her boobs, rubbing her
nipples back and forward with two fingers, before switching to using
his thumbs and rubbing harder, which caused her to buck her hips
against his. It was a much stronger reaction than she'd expected...
and judging by the look on his face it was much stronger than HE had
expected too.
Elle
was surprised when he took his time moving things along. Their first
encounter had been very fast paced and frantic, but it seemed he also
had it in him to take it slowly. Things did progress thought and
eventually his rubbing turned to gentle tweaking, which turned to
light squeezing, which turned into harder squeezing. By the time he
began squeezing her nipples she wasn't bothering to hide how turned
on she was, and she was wishing he would focus on another part of her
body... with another part of HIS body.
That
particular wish suddenly became very strong and she started to wonder
if he was going to spend all night playing with her boobs. Taking a
little (uncharacteristic) intitiative, Elle unwrapped her legs from
around his waist and climbed off him. Carter began to protest but
quickly stopped when she pushed down her knickers and stepped out of
them. She climbed back on the couch and this time it was her pushing
HIM onto his back. Following her lead Carter got rid of his boxers,
and when she was presented with his cock – looking very hard and
very ready for action - she crawled up his body with a leg on either
side of his hips. She hovered over him, watching the look on his
face as her pussy sat just above his cock... so close that he could
no doubt feel the warmth of her pussy. He let out an agonised groan
and she tried very hard to not laugh. Having this control over him
was rather fun, she decided.
She
was no cock tease though and after a few more seconds slowly slid
down on top of him, but only so the first couple of inches of his
cock were inside her. She then began to verrrrry slowly move her
hips, making sure to not take too much of him inside her too quickly.
Elle grinned when he looked at her and the look on his face was was
equal parts pleasure and torment. What she hadn't planned on was
that as soon as his cock was inside her, her pussy began to throb and
ache. As much as much as she wanted to tease him a little longer,
she was also teasing herself, and with each second that passed the
need to have him deep inside her increased. When Carter gave her
another look of pleasure & torment (this time in a 25:75 ratio,
respectively) she couldn't wait any longer and plunged down on his
cock.
His
cock hit the back of her pussy and they both let out pleasure filled
moans. Carter put his hands on her hips and pulled her down tightly
against him, then gave her a look of almost shock... she had no idea
why and it worried her.
“I
can't believe you took advantage of me and my post-earthquake
vulnerability!” Carter exclaimed and she laughed, relieved that the
look of shock hadn't been real.
“You
poor poor POOR man..... I can get right off if you want, and write
you an apology letter?” Elle replied, playing along. He responded
by holding her hips even tighter
“There's
only one type of 'getting off' you'll be doing any time soon..” he
replied and she giggled
“Oh
really???” she asked and he nodded as he moved one hand up to
squeeze one of her nipples, causing her to gasp and buck her hips
against him.
From
then on her hips were continuously moving against him. He wasn't as
deeply buried inside her as he had been when he had taken her against
the wall, but he still filled her up in the most delicious of ways.
The more her hips moved, the wetter she became, and the hornier she
got... it was almost as if the simple act of fucking him had opened a
whole new realm of sexual desire for her. She couldn't get enough of
him. The bad thing was, because she was so horny and he felt so good
inside her, she could feel her orgasm starting to build up already.
While she knew she wasn't going to cum immediately she did know it
wouldn't take long... and she didn't want that little encounter to be
over as fast as their first one was. She stopped moving against him
and he frowned
“What
are you doing, woman?” he asked, sounding flustered. She giggled
quietly.
“If
I keep going like I am... IT is going to be all over for me, in the
very near future” she told him, and he snorted.
“What,
like it's not going to be for me?” Carter asked and she shrugged.
“You
don't mind it being over soon then?” she asked and winked at him.
He shook his head.
“It
must be about.. I don't know. Something o'clock now. Neither of our
alarms has gone off, so we know it's before 7.00am anyway. But we've
been up for ages. So I say we both call in sick tomorrow... well,
today. We can finish off now in the fashion that we started, then we
can have a little nap and see if we can't... prolong... things again
later..” he suggested and she laughed
“I
really can't argue with that plan... a day off work and an orgasm or
two?” she replied and he nodded in agreement.
“Exactly!”
he replied and then gave her a pained expression. “Back to work
now!” he joked, and she again began moving her hips against him,
deciding to lose herself in the moment and quit worrying about
whether or not the sex had gone on long enough.
Before
long they were both making various noises of pleasure... crying out,
moaning, groaning, grunting. Elle's pussy felt as if it was fit to
burst, and her clit was throbbing like mad... the angle that he was
hitting her at meant that their pelvises were grinding together and
creating constant friction on her clit. Each time she felt her
orgasm building, she would move up his cock a little bit so he wasn't
hitting the back of her pussy – and this helped to ward off her
orgasm. It was only a temporary prolonging tactic though, because
each time she sunk back down on him again, an intense burst would
spread through her pussy, pushing her even closer to the brink of
orgasm. Carter was holding her very firmly against him, his cock
stretching her pussy in a way that meant every movement she made
caused friction against both his cock and her pussy. The more
swollen he became, the tigther her pussy gripped him, and the tighter
she gripped him the more friction was created. Even if she wanted
to slow things down there was no way she could as she felt her orgasm
starting to build again, the friction, the pressure, the tension, it
all felt too good in too many ways and she knew it was time.
Elle
started moving her hips very hard against him. Their hips were
grinding so closely together that his cock was barely moving inside
her. All she could feel were the jolts of pleasure as his cock
continuously came into contact with the back of her pussy. She
hooked her feet under his legs to anchor herself to him even better,
and continued grinding against him as her orgasm continued to build.
She was getting closer and closer to the limit of what she could
handle and knew that any moment her orgasm would hit. She braced
herself as she felt the her orgasm approaching, knowing it was going
to be a big one.
When
her orgasm hit seconds later it was intense. Elle cried out loudly
and her whole body went rigid, her hips pressing hard against his as
her orgasm washed over her. She felt his body tense up beneath her,
and his fingers dug deeply into her hips, as if he was trying to hold
her in place. Or anchor himself. He let out a loud grunt as his
orgasm hit and she rode him as hard as she could. She then collapsed
on top of him, all energy sapped from her body.
Carter
moved his arms so they were loosely around her and she buried her
face in his neck. They both struggled to catch their breath but
after a few minutes felt with it enough to sit up. She yawned. He
yawned. They looked at each other and laughed.
“I'm
going to ring work and leave a message saying I'm dead and won't be
in today, then I'm going back to bed...” Elle told him and they
both stood up
“I'll
flick my boss a quick text and do the same thing...” Carter
replied, then kissed her and walked off down the hall toward the
bedrooms.
Elle
rang work and left a message for her boss, then after going to the
toilet, went into her bedroom, glad that her and Carter hadn't had to
have the awkward 'shall we sleep together or sleep in our own beds'
talk. When she pulled back the blankets she let out a gasp of
surprise because her bed wasn't empty. It seemed that when Carter
had gone down the hallway to go to bed he had bypassed his own room
entirely.
“Careful.
If there is another earthquake I may take advantage of your
vulnerable state again,” Elle said teasingly and Carter laughed.
When
she got in the bed Elle lay down with her back to him. She was
tempted to lie facing him, but knew if she did that she would be
likely to start something, and she wasn't sure whether that was
something Carter would want or not. She wasn't sure if it was
something SHE would want. Moments before she fell asleep Elle was
conscious of Carter draping his arm over her waist and pulling her
closer. She made no effort to move away from him either.
When
Elle woke up she lay perfectly still, barely even breathing. When
she realised she had woken of her own accord and not because the
earth was shaking she exhaled a huge sigh of relief. Looking at the
clock she saw it was 11am, and yawned... very glad that she had
decided to call in sick at work. A couple of minutes after waking
she got up for her obligatory toilet stop, and then yawning, walked
back through to her bedroom. She was about to climb in to the bed
when she noticed a dark haired, very naked figure lying in her bed.
Suddenly the goings on of the early morning came back to her with a
lot of clarity.
“Oh
fuck,” Elle whispered, trying extremely hard to pull her eyes away
from Carter's naked body. Her efforts were futile.
“Fuck,”
she muttered again, trying to decide what to do now that she was
awake and he was still in her bed.
She
wasn't ready to get up but going back to bed meant sliding into bed
with him and his nakedness, and the very real possibility that she'd
lose all restraint. Again. After that first time, they had agreed
it wouldn't happen again because their friendship was too special to
both of them to ruin it with meaningless (even if it was awesome)
casual sex. They both knew that friends-with-benefits eventually
ended badly, and neither really wanted to risk that happening to
them.
“Are
you going to stand there perving at me, or are you going to make
yourself useful and get back in bed and warm me up?” Carter asked
teasingly.
