Show Me by Ava Colt

two

Alexandra threw her sweatshirt over her head, ignoring her bra. She put on her jeans while walking to the bedroom door. It had gone about as well as expected. She’d heard him run down the stairs. She had to find him.

The kitchen was packed with Henry’s teammates. Even Ryan was here, and he never came to these things. Alex wanted to ask them where Henry went. Did he leave the house? She had made a huge mistake. She shouldn’t have told him about her problem. It hadn’t been his problem to solve, and she’d ruined their friendship. She should’ve known that he wouldn’t stop until it was fixed. Selfishly, she had wanted him to talk her through it. She had gotten what she wanted, but it might’ve cost her the most important relationship of her life.

“Alex, what’s up?” Max saluted her with his red cup.

“Have you seen Henry?”

“Uh, he ran into the pantry,” Ryan said. “Like there was some kind of food-based emergency.”

There was an emergency. A sex-based emergency, and now our friendship is ruined. Thank God he didn’t leave.

“Thanks.”

“Everything okay?” Max saw more than he let on. He was one of Henry’s closest friends. “Let’s give ’em space,” he said to Henry’s teammates.

Oh no, did Henry say something?She needed to solve it. Luckily, the rest of Henry’s teammates shuffled into the living room.

Alex knocked on the pantry door, feeling ridiculous. But she wouldn’t let it go. She needed to repair what she’d broken.

The door opened a sliver. “What?”

“Can we talk?”

“I’m not really in the mood to talk.”

“Look, I don’t want to leave things like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you hating me.”

“I don’t hate you.” Henry opened the door a little wider.

“We can talk about this. We can talk about anything.”

Henry heaved a sigh and opened the door wide enough for Alex to enter the pantry. The rectangular space was filled with dietary supplements, healthy fruits, and energy bars. The counter had assorted pastas and lentils. Not a chocolate chip cookie in sight. Soccer players. A lone bulb hung from the ceiling, and it put them both in a low light. She almost wished they were in complete darkness. It would’ve made it easier.

“Alex—”

“Henry—” She swallowed thickly. “Can I go first?”

“Yes, that might be better.”

Oh no, what does he want to say?She could do this. They could talk about anything. This was her best friend, and she wouldn’t let her hang-ups destroy their relationship.

“I’m sorry I told you about my problem. It was mine to fix, not yours. I crossed a boundary that shouldn’t have been crossed.”

“We crossed so many boundaries. My brain is a Jackson Pollock painting.”

She put up a hand.

“I know how you feel about him,” he said. “But it’s the first thing that came to mind.”

“You aren’t wrong. I shouldn’t have put you in that situation.”

“You didn’t put me in that situation. I chose it.” Henry looked at her, his brown eyes kind and thoughtful. “Was that really your first time?”

She nodded. “I shouldn’t have let you do it, and I’m not surprised you freaked out.”

“I’m glad you trusted me.” He said it so simply, as if it weren’t the most devastating thing she’d ever heard. “Has no one really ever—”

“If I don’t know what works, I can’t tell anyone, and I spent too much time in Sunday school to just walk into a sex shop.”

“We can go together.”

“Maybe we should slow down,” she said. “I don’t want to freak you out again.”

“Alex, I didn’t freak out. Not how you think.”

“Tell me.”

He looked into her eyes, and she held his gaze, wishing she could stay there forever.

“What if I said I didn’t want to slow down, that I wanted to cross more boundaries?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Henry looked at the floor. “I get it. I didn’t even finish school, and you’re getting a master’s. I play video games when I’m not at practice, and—”

“You’re the youngest starter in five years. Leaving school was the best thing you ever did. You never miss a practice. You had twelve assists and fifteen goals last year. You were this close to being rookie of the year.”

“You know my stats?”

“You’re my best friend.”

“What if I want more? Like, it all.”

“Oh.” Wait, did he really say what I think he said? This couldn’t be happening because that would mean she would get what she wanted. That kind of thing didn’t just happen, not to her.

“Yeah, oh.” He looked crestfallen, like the conversation was already over. He was about to shake her hand and send her on her way, then pout in the pantry among all the healthy snacks.

“Henry, of course I want more. And not just because my first orgasm was mind-blowing, and I’m pretty sure you were going easy on me.”

“I don’t want to freak you out.” He moved closer, pushing her hair behind her ear. He did that thing where he looked like he wanted to linger.

“You can’t.”

“Oh, Alex.” He twirled her hair with his finger, around and around. “I, uh, like to tell partners what to do, and it seems like you might be into that.”

“Might be? Do you not remember what happened up there?”

He leaned his forehead against hers, and she soaked him in, the closeness, his admission, all of it wrapped up like a gift she thought she could never open.

“You would want more?” he asked slowly, tentatively.

“I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

He grinned. “You sorta have a dirty mouth.”

“I’ve been holding back.”

“Me too.” He held her face and stared intently into her eyes. “You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?”

“Of course, but I don’t think you can.”

“You’ve always had a good imagination.”

“So, what do you want?” Alex couldn’t help grinning, and Henry had an answering one.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on her neck. He kissed her again, too light, too little. It would’ve been innocent except for the anticipation building between them and what he said next. “I want to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are.”

Alex moaned. “You remembered.”

“It’s not the kind of thing I could forget.”

He bit her earlobe, sending shivers through her body. He crowded her against the counter, and she loved feeling caged, contained. She felt his hard cock, and without thinking, she rubbed against him. He moaned. She could get used to being taken care of and taking care of him in return.

“I wanna taste you,” she said. “Please.”

“I’m not sure you deserve it,” he said.

“I’ll be good.”

“Can you?” He cocked his head.

She nodded.

“No, first, I want a taste.” His hands reached for the button on her jeans, but he paused looking at her from under his lashes, putting her feelings first, making sure she was okay.

“Please.”

“Thank god.” He unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and slipped them over her hips.

His hands gripped her thighs like he was hanging on for dear life, and she hoped she would have bruises the next day.

He got down on his knees, looking like a knight. He met her gaze, and her breath caught. Henry planned to go down on her, and she was sure it would be the best thing she’d ever felt, but in that moment it was too much, too intimate, too close. What’s wrong with me?

“Breathe,” he said. “What’s wrong? I don’t have to.”

“I want you to. It’s just—”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence because he got it, like he always did.

“Turn around, honey.”

The instruction seemed innocent, but his voice held an edge, and she didn’t know how to thank him. Thank him for taking her burden. She needed to give up some kind of control to make the whole thing work.

Henry stood and gently turned her around, pressing on her back until she was bent over, arms resting on the counter.

“That better?”

“So much better.” She arched her backs wiggling her hips, eager for him to start.

He pulled down her panties. As if he couldn’t help himself, he gave her ass a squeeze, and before she knew what was happening, her panties were around her ankles, and Henry was gently kissing, nibbling, and oh god, biting the sensitive skin of her thighs. Her pussy was dripping, and she would be embarrassed about the mess, but he’d caused it, and she thought he might revel in it.

He went slow at first, experimenting, like he didn’t want to freak her out. Sliding a finger inside her, he sighed an “Oh my god, you’re so wet.” He added another finger and eased them back and forth, then a little more. His thick fingers felt so good that, with each push, she wanted to cry out. She needed to put her fist in her mouth to stop the entire house from knowing how good he made her feel.

As if he knew she was barely holding on, he went further. He put his mouth on her, licking around the fingers he still has inside her and tasting where they’d been.

“Such a sweet cunt, yeah,” he slurred as if drunk on her juices.

The smack of his lips was so satisfying. She shoved her ass back, wanting him to continue.

“Greedy.”

“It feels so good,” she said. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Not tonight, I won’t.”

But the other nights were implied, and she wondered just what he had in store for her.

He sank his tongue into her, lapping at her. She definitely hadn’t known how good it could feel. She trembled and knew she wasn’t keep as quiet as she should.

He fucked her with his tongue, the relentless assault on her senses overwhelming in the best way. He gripped her ass, angling his mouth so he could go deeper with his tongue. Alex dropped her head. She couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure, and he just gave it to her like she deserved it, like it was hers for the taking.

Then he found her clit with the flat of his tongue and lapped and licked and sucked. She had an out-of-body experience, except it was the most in her body she’d ever felt. She never could’ve imagined it would feel so good.

“Yes,” she moaned. She was so close. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna,” he said, petulant.

She whispered his name, over and over, begging him not to stop.

“Come all over my tongue, honey. Let me feel you.”

That sent her over the edge. The simple plea, the longing in his voice. She shuddered from the pleasure as it stormed through her, undeniable. Just that small admission changed everything, that her pleasure might be precious to him, something he could take with him, that belonged to no one else. She convulsed around his tongue, and he held her down, as if he knew what she needed better than she did. Unable to move, she just had to take it, to enjoy it.

She was panting when he brushed her hair from her back, kissing the skin he could reach. He reached for her breasts under her sweatshirt, and she liked that he took something for himself. It was like he couldn’t help staking some kind of claim, and she couldn’t be happier. His fingers were sticky from her release, and she wondered if he would feed them to her.

His huge, pulsing length pressed between her ass cheeks, and he was so hard it must be painful. He panted, though he stood still, and she felt his breath on her neck. He bit down on her shoulder. She reached behind her and pulled at his shorts.

Her hands caressed him, stroking his hard cock. It felt like steel wrapped in velvet. He shuddered from her touch.

“Alexandra.” He said her name a benediction.

She moved with more confidence. As he shuddered and swelled, she felt powerful.

“What do you want, Alex? Just tell me, and I’ll give it all to you.”

“I want you. Please, Henry, I need you to fill me up.”

“You sure?”

He could barely grit it out, and she’d made him like that. Just her.

“If you don’t fuck me with that thing, I’ll die.”

He laughed into her neck, still kissing, still biting, but he sounded relieved. “You aren’t going to die.”

“Let’s not test it out, okay?” But then Alex remembered the practical realities of the situation. “Wait a minute. I’m on the pill, but we don’t have any condoms.”

She turned to face him, completely unconcerned that her panties and jeans were on the floor. Just what have I turned into? Why am I not more nervous? But Henry always looked out for her. She could trust him.

“Yeah, we do.” He looked sheepish.

“Condoms will just magically appear?”

“Sort of? Max keeps ’em in here.”

Alex tried not to think of how many girls Max had fucked in the pantry.

“Look, it’s weird, but I’m not complaining.”

“Me either,” she said. “I’m the one who will die if you don’t get a fucking move on.”

“I’m gonna give it to you so good. You aren’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

He turned her around, and oh, she really liked that, ass out, leaning over the counter.

She wanted to beg, but as he ripped the condom open, she thought, What did he just say? Tomorrow? Oh god, what’s going to happen tomorrow? Before she knew what was happening, she spiraled just a little.

It was as if Henry could sense her concern, her lack of focus. He spanked her ass, and she couldn’t help the moan that poured from her lips.

“You really liked that.”

His certainty excited her even more about what came next.

Breathless, she pushed her ass back. “Let’s try again to find out.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, fingers digging into her ample ass.

What is he waiting for?

He spanked her again, that time harder. She didn’t even try to stop the loud moan that escaped her throat. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and she needed more. She needed to be stuffed full of him. She pictured his grin at her reaction. He gave her a gentle pat.

“Harder,” she demanded, whipping her head around to glare at him.

“Patience.” He chuckled. “I’ll give it to you.”

“Really, ’cause—”

But he silenced her by easing his thick, hard cock just a little inside her wet pussy, opening her up around him. He stroked up and down, his body warm and close, crowding her against the counter, and she loved the sensation. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping tightly. It felt forbidden, and she loved the sensation, gasping at his movements. She pictured the precum leaking from his hard cock and felt the slick movement against her ass.

He swiftly pushed her legs wider, tilting her body forward, and the sense of anticipation built. She was fully exposed, bent over and open for him.

“You have to…” He pushed in slowly. It wasn’t what she needed at all. “Learn to wait.”

But damn him, it felt so good. Alex gasped, her head tilting back, wanting more, needing more of him. She relished the slick, gentle prodding as he slid deeper and deeper, impaling her on his length. It was all that she wanted in that moment, to be filled by him. She was greedy for him, more than she had been for anyone else.

As he eased inside, she shuddered. He panted, and she hoped she affected him as much as he affected her. He pulled out, and she whimpered, pushing her ass back, but he held himself away from her. She wanted nothing more than to fuck his thick length.

“Patience.” He entered her slowly again.

His grip tightened on her hips. His voice was hoarse, and his hips ground into her ass as he plunged inside more forcefully. She groaned again. Hands flat against the counter, she rested her head on the cool wood, needing the respite. He slid his hard, relentless cock long and slow between her spread thighs. Her slick, hungry body clutched at him. Over and over, he gave it to her, just as he’d promised.

“Please,” she choked out.

She shuddered and moaned as he continued his relentless assault on her wet, waiting sheath. He pushed in hard, burying himself fully as she clenched around this thick length. He just held her there, and she felt his panting breath. The way he held himself back.

“F-fuck, Alex, you’re so tight.”

She was going to come again, her pussy throbbing. She trembled helplessly on his cock as he fucked into her, again and again. He gripped her waist tightly, and she loved being unable to move, of being impaled on his dick. He circled his hips a little, shifting the rigid pole inside her so she felt every inch. She groaned, and he chuckled.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said, and it was all she needed.

Something about the wonder, the longing in his voice sent her over the edge. She trembled helplessly and moaned as the pleasure pulsed through her, making her feel free and tethered to him all at once. She writhed and whimpered, coming around his cock.

Henry murmured her name repeatedly, like he couldn’t get over how it sounded. “Now,” he growled into her ear. He bit her earlobe and dug his fingers into her bare flanks. “Now, I’ll fuck you like you deserve.”

He drew out, slow, smooth, and stunning. He dragged it out, making her wait because he planned to—

The sharp slam of his hips made her cry out. It felt like the entire universe exploded behind her fluttering eyes. She finally felt full, the ache she hadn’t known she’d been carrying soothed by the deep, penetrating thrusts. She was fully his, claimed and owned in a way she’d never been. He plunged in again and again, his breath felt rough and heavy on her skin. Dazed, she let herself get lost in the feel of him, the way they moved together.

“Touch yourself, Alex,” he commanded. “Let me feel you come again.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She slid a hand to her swollen clit, and it was so sensitive, it didn’t take much to have her on the precipice.

“That’s it,” he coached. “Good girl.”

And, oh god, he could really sell it. She came around him, and his moans turned frantic. Her release was bright and sharp, her muscles clamping repeatedly on his rigid length. He erupted into her, and for a moment, she wished she could feel him fill her pussy, for the condom to be gone, for her to drip with his cum.

The movement of his hips slowly backed away, and Henry panted behind her. More thoroughly fucked than she had been in her life, she wasn’t sure she could walk, and she didn’t really want to. If only they could stay in that little room, in the half dark, and never let the moment end.

Henry pulled out, and she could hear him behind her, taking off the condom, dropping it in the trash can. Suddenly self-conscious, she pulled on her panties and jeans. The momentousness of what they’d done crept over her like a fog.

She turned around, but before she could even think of what to say, he dropped his head in his hands, like something terrible had happened.

“Oh, shit.” He rubbed a hand down his face. It looked like he’d had every bad day rolled into one.

Oh, shit.Is the bad day having sex with me? This guy needs to make up his fucking mind.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice held an edge. If he wasn’t sure, he shouldn’t have—

“We did everything backwards,” Henry said, head in his hands. “I wanted to take you on a date, an actual date, not just when we grab dinner together, but like a real fucking date.”

Alex’s relief was so profound that she leaned back against the counter, her legs still wobbly, her ass still sore from the spanking. It felt heavenly.

“It doesn’t matter. We’ve eaten a lot of meals together. You really want to go on a date with me?” Alex hated the lack of confidence in her voice. She hated that she had to ask. Had to hear him say it.

“Of course,” he said. “Was that not obvious?”

“And I’m assuming we’re doing it again, and we’re not doing it with anyone else.”

“Oh my god.” Henry looked truly horrified. “Of course, I would never—do you know how long—what do you think of me?”

“Hey,” she said. “It’s okay. I just don’t want to assume anything. If this goes wrong—”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong.”

He said it with such conviction, she believed him. She knew she’d left her heart to him somewhere a long time ago. She had convinced herself that being friends was enough, but she’d discovered what it was like to be with him, and she couldn’t move back to the before. Even if it didn’t work out with Henry, she would never be the same person again. The same person who would settle for the little bit she’d gotten in the past.

Henry stepped toward her, and Alex hitched a breath. She may never get used to being that close to him. She clutched his shirt like she might fall without the support. He pushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. A cliché, but goddamn it, he made it work. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“I haven’t even kissed you yet, and you’ve come all over my bed, which I need to watch at some point—”

“If you’re good.”

“—then I fucked you in the pantry with the dried lentils, so I’m kind of worried the romance is lacking.”

“You can romance me later. Besides, you’re doing fine. I’ve literally come more times in the past hour than I have in my entire life.”

He huffed a laugh before growing serious again. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“There’s no one else.” She meant it.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice came out as a whisper, and he was so close she wanted to hold on and never let go.

“Please,” she said, unable to help her breathlessness.

For all they’d done, the fun they’d had that night, and the fun she knew they would have in the future, that moment made her the most nervous. She was pretty sure she shook. Henry’s one hand still rubbed her cheek, and his other arm encircled her waist. She couldn’t be any closer to him.

Unlike their hurried lovemaking and the unbearably hot moments of him talking her through her first orgasm, he took his time. He kissed her softly, just lips touching, and it caused her body to tingle, her hand to grip tighter on his shirt. He went slowly, given the rush of the evening. They inhaled the same air, and Henry kissed her again, a little more pressure that time. He teased her, unrelenting as he tasted her, but still he pulled back. Unable to bear it anymore, she bit his lip.

He chuckled against her. “Don’t be impatient.”

“We’ve waited long enough,” she said, hoping he didn’t mind.

“We did,” he said, “but now we have all the time in the world.”