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.
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I am looking forward to sharing other excerpts from this story, but for now I will leave you with excerpt 2!
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Flatmates (excerpt 2) - Bree Guildford
'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.
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