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16. Ross (dirty)



“Don’t fucking talk to me.”

I walked down the sidewalk, my pace quickening with each step. I was seeing red and I could feel my temperature climbing beneath my thick coat as I walked.

Ross followed behind me, his long strides keeping him right on my heels even though I just wanted to be away from him.

I pushed my way through the door of our shared flat, throwing my coat down and without a word, retreating to the stairs.

“Wait.” Ross called after me. I stopped, not turning around.

“Are you really going to be like this right now?”

“What the hell am I supposed to be like right now?” I could feel the fire rising under my skin. I was never good at controlling my temper. “You were all over her! It’s been a year Ross! A full fucking year and you’re still doing this.”

“I barely said three words to her.”

“Right,” I began to make my way up the stairs, but Ross grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down.


He held me close, his brown eyes burning into mine.

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” His eyes narrowed, studying my every feature. “You’re afraid that I’m going to leave you.”

“I couldn’t give a shit if you did.” I pulled my wrist free and attempted to make my way back up the stairs, but Ross followed after, stopping me before I could reach our room. He placed his arm between me and the wall stopping me short.

“Seriously, move.”

“Make me.” His eyes challenged mine, the brown of them already burning with lust.

I could feel my hands shaking as I balled them into fists. I knew I’d never hit him, but it was going to take a lot to keep me from trying. I took a deep breath in through my nose and exhaled heavily.

“You have quite the temper don’t you.” With his free hand, he placed his finger under my chin, lifting my eyes up to meet his.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I hissed through my teeth.

“Are you sure?” He slid his hand down the wall and placed it on my waist.  He slid his fingers down until they were able to lift the hem of my dress slightly, his fingertips grazing the skin of my thigh.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to touch you…at all?”

I tightened my fists and closed my eyes as his lips came in contact with my neck. He kissed the area behind my ear, down along my neck until he bit lightly where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Fuck off.” I pushed him the best I could, but when Ross wanted something, he was an immovable force.

He took both of my hands in his and placed them above my head against the wall.

“I don’t think she’s like you.” He whispered. “She’s tame and chill compared to you.”

I bit my lip in frustration, feeling the blood rush to my head, my heart beating faster from a mixture of anger and arousal.

“Sometimes I think it’d be easier that way. But then I remember I like the challenge.” His grip tightened on my wrists, sliding them up a little higher on the wall, forcing me to rise up on my toes.

Once again, his darkening borwn eyes studied my face as he slid his fingers further up along my thigh until he reached the elastic of my underwear. He smiled knowing he could get what he wanted this time. He slipped his thumb into the elastic, sliding them down my legs until they fell around my ankles.

His fore finger rubbed small circles against my already throbbing center. I could feel my legs begin to weaken, but his grip on my wrists against the wall held me upright.

“I can’t do this with you right now.” I hissed out, my voice shaking.

“No?” He began to circle his finger faster until I could feel that familiar pull in my stomach. I bit down on my lip, squeezing my thighs together, trapping his hand and stopping the motion.

“Why don’t you go find her? I’m sure she’d love to fuck you right about now.” I moved my hips forward in an attempt to get out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.

“Maybe I should.” He threw back.

I could feel my blood boiling beneath surface. The heat rose to my cheeks again, but Ross just smiled contently.

“Why don’t you give me a reason to stay…” he pressed his lips to my neck again, his breath warm against my skin. My heart fluttered at the touch.

I rocked my hips forward, bucking against his. I could feel him hard against his jeans and I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.

As he continued to kiss my neck, I rest my head back against the wall and brought my leg up, wrapping it around him until his body was pressed to mine.

“I can’t possibly do anything without my hands, now can I?” I whispered in his ear.

After a moment’s hesitation, his grip loosened and I went straight for his belt, angrily undoing it. If he wanted a night to remember, he would get one.

Without warning, I slid my hand into his boxers, grabbing firmly. His breath shot out quickly and his head hung on his shoulders, resting against my chest. I began to pump up and down, paying close attention to every inch and making sure he felt every stroke until I could feel him harder than I’d ever felt.

“Fuck.” He mumbled in my ear as my hand began to work faster. I traced my thumb around the tip and pulled his boxers down with my other hand until he was fully exposed.

Before I could stabilize myself, Ross lifted me by my thighs, wrapping my legs around him and in one thrust buried himself deep within me. I moaned loudly as he began to thrust in and out, each one more aggressive than the previous.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers grasping at whatever I could; his shoulders, his back, his hair.

My back hit the wall with each thrust. My walls clenched around him, driving him to push harder until I was seeing stars. I clenched my teeth together, tears coming to my eyes as my orgasm drew closer. Every sound caught in my throat and every breath stopped before it could come out.

“Ah, Ro-oh, Ross.” I breathed out as he began to push harder, lifting my leg up so he could go deeper.

“I can’t…oh my God.” My eyes stayed shut as my climax began to rush through my body.

“Cum for me ?” Ross whispered and I could feel my head swimming. Every sound, every sensation, everything went blank and all I could feel was him. My body burned as I desperately latched onto his hair, moving my hips up to meet his until my body was shaking against him.

His thrusts became quicker, sharper until he reached his climax, releasing inside me.

He held me there for a second, his head resting against mine, our breathing heavy against each other. Finally, he loosened his grip on my thighs, allowing me to slide my feet back down to the ground. My legs shook as I tried to balance my own weight. Before I could say anything, Roses lips found mine.

“You know I’d never leave you…right?” He asked, his voice low.

The problem was that I didn’t know. Girls made it their daily mission to throw themselves at him. It made me nervous. Especially when he was away because it’s easy to give in to temptation.

He nudged his nose against mine. “Right?”

“Right…” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, helping me keep my balance as we walked down the hallway and into our room. He helped me slide my dress off and handed me one of his t-shirts to sleep in. I pulled it over my head and stood there, almost as lost and confused as an abandoned puppy.

Ross could see the confusion on my face so he grabbed my hand, kissed it and then pulled me closer, kissing me.  He walked me over to the bed, pulling the covers down, allowing me to slide in between the soft sheets. He kissed my forehead, then my nose, and then my lips.

“I’m not going anywhere, and I really hope you’re not either. There may be a million girls out there, but you’re the only one I can see myself with…so don’t worry, love.” He smiled kindly and tucked the covers up under my chin. “I love you.”




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