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There's a knock on my door.
Jake cocks an eyebrow. "Expecting someone?"
I shake my head. When I open the door, Ariel stands with a blue and white paper bag marked Culver's in front of her face. She lowers it and exposes her sheepish smile. "Surprise."
I place my hand on the top of the bag and further lower it. I am confused, surprised, and quite excited. I yank Ariel into the bedroom. My arms tightly wrap her waist as I lift her off the ground and spin her around.
"What are you doing here?"
"It was implied when I said surprise." The curves of her smile fight to hide the tiredness of her eyes. Her eyes shift to Jake. "Hey, Jake."
"Hello," he responds.
I rub the side of my face. "You didn't have to come all this way."
"I know," Ariel shrugs. "I thought it'd be a nice touch. Besides, you have less popularity here than back at home, so the paparazzi aren't swarming around here."
"True," I say. "I was confused as to why your brother had your phone."
Ariel laughs. "Yeah, he told me what happened. He's not very good at lying and would have ruined my surprise. My skirt doesn't have any pockets, so I gave him my phone and forgot to get it back before the game."
My eyes flicker to her blue plaid skirt. "Aside from its lack of pockets, it's a really nice skirt. The slit gives it a nineties vibe."
"I'm sure that's exactly what you wanted to say," Jake scoffs. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling as I glare at him. I could compliment Ariel's physique, but the way she smiles down at her skirt tells me my compliment is the better choice.
Ariel crosses her arms. "So Jake, how are things with Naz?"
"That's my cue." Jake walks over to the door. "Liam would be disappointed if I didn't say this--" he opens the door-- "The walls are thin so--"
I grab a pillow off the couch and chuck it at Jake. It manages to hit him on the way out.
"Nice shot," Ariel says.
"I'd hope I would be. Throwing is kinda my thing."
Ariel and I take a seat at the breakfast table as she reveals everything she ordered from Culver's. She tucks her hair behind her ears and rolls up her sleeves before picking up her chicken sandwich.
Once we finish eating, we move over to the couch and turn on the TV. Ariel cozies up beside me, leaning her head against my chest. My arm is draped down her back with my hand resting on her hip.
"So, how did you hear about Culver's, or why did you choose to grab food from there?"
"Luke mentioned it," Ariel answers. "The last time I saw your friends, Luke and Charlotte were talking about how they missed the flavor of the day at Culver's and then got into a debate over what flavor is better: Double Marshmallow Oreo or Raspberry Cheesecake."
"Did they decide which one?"
"Agreed to disagree. Unfortunately, I didn't get any dessert. Had a feeling it would melt."
My heart rapidly races as the idea that I could have stripped her naked, dripped any flavor of ice cream on her until she's got her hands locked in my hair and her thighs on my shoulders crosses my mind.
"Bummer," I say. "I would have licked it off of you." My face prickles with heat. I place my hand over my face to hide any potential signs of a blush.
Ariel sits up and removes my hand from my face. "No, no. Don't you dare clam up on me. I like where this is going."
Bold, Oliver.
Without another word, I place my hands underneath her thighs and pick her up. I walk us over to the bed and gently toss her onto the mattress. Her legs are touching at the knees. I break them apart and kneel in between. Placing my hand above her shoulders, I lean in closer. Ariel watches quietly and intently to see my next move. I reach for a couple of hair strands coming across her face. My fingers move down her jaw and to her neck. She tenses. My eyes flicker back to her. She nods as if she understood the unspoken question.
I place my hand on the back of her neck as I lean forward and gently place my lips against it. "If I can't have ice cream, I'll just have you instead. If I may."
"You may," Ariel whispers.
I pull her tucked-in shirt out of her skirt and pull it over her head. Ariel pushes me back and sits up. I sit on the edge of the bed and take off my shirt as she removes her skirt. She's got on a black and red lingerie bodysuit. I'm trying so hard not to act like an animal.
I groan. "God, you have no idea what you do to me."
Her eyes flicker to the waistline of my jeans. "Show me--" her eyes come back up to me-- "I want to see how I make you feel."
I lay her back down. I plant kisses starting at her shoulder and move down to her chest. I run my hand on her inner thigh before running light circles on her clit. She moans. "The walls are thin, so I'm going to need you to be very quiet. Got that?"
Ariel doesn't say anything,
I breathe against her neck. "I will not be ignored, Ariel."
"Who said I was ignoring you?" Ariel asks.
I press my lips against the back of her jaw and huff a short laugh. "I guess I'm just going to have to repeat myself." With one hand tight on her hip and the other slithering between her legs, I repeat myself. "I need you to be very quiet. Can you do that for me?"
When she nods, I undo the buttons at the bottom of her bodysuit. I hook my finger onto the waistband of her lace underwear, but Ariel catches my hand before I take them off. When I look up at her, she doesn't meet my eyes.
"I'm... I'm not... I didn't shave."
My head comes up, and I feel my body tremble as I muster up the courage to the only response that comes to mind. "I'm offended you'd think such a thing would dissuade me from eating you out."
Ariel abruptly sits up. She pushes me back onto the mattress, straddles my lap, and fervently kisses me. She slowly rotates her hips, making my chest grow tight as I try to keep my groans low. When she does it again, my hands go straight to her ass and further press her against me. Every firm press makes my breath tremble, occasionally breaking our kiss. Otherwise, I might not remember to breathe.
Ariel breaks our kiss as she unfastens my belt.
I tilt my head. "Is my girl that impatient?"
The look in her eyes is dark, but it sparks a reaction in me. She leans forward with the tip of her nose touching mine as she undoes the button to my jeans and pulls down the zipper. Without hesitation, she says: "I want you inside of me. Now."
I push her back down and pin her to the bed. "Patience, my dear. We've only begun half the fun."
Ariel tightly wraps her legs around my torso, pressing herself further against me. "Are you sure about that, Oliver?"
I hold my breath until I remember to breathe. I try not to cave because I want this to last just a little longer. I give Ariel one small kiss on the lips before trailing down.
"Oh God," Ariel mutters. "Oh, God."
"God can't help the sinners we're about to be." I widen her legs and place them over my shoulders. I use my left hand to feel her breasts as my mouth and my right hand work below.
One of her hands grips my hair and the other covers her mouth, attempting to stop any noise from escaping her mouth, but some groans hum their way out. She looks down at me, and I take the chance to wink at her.
When her legs begin to tense, I can tell she's trying to stop herself from closing them.
"Wait Ollie, I think I'm gonna-"
I work faster. She takes a deep breath, and the grip in my hair tightens. Ariel arches her back, and her breathing becomes heavy. She lets out a loud moan as her legs spasm.
"Holy shit," she breathes out. "My vision feels hazy."
I rest my head against her chest. "Better than ice cream."
She motions circles on my back and laughs. "I seriously doubt that."
"Hmm. You're right. Might need another taste-- just to be sure."
I'm about to shift back down, but Ariel stops me. "No. Let me catch a breath, please." Ariel interlocks our fingers and brings our hands close to her mouth. She runs her bottom lip against my index finger. The mischief is bright in her eyes.
I plant a slow and lingering kiss between her cleavage. "Take as much time as you need."
Ariel turns us over. "Ugh, when you're so respectful about this stuff, you unlock my inner bunny. Like the energizer bunny."
I roll my eyes and smile. "Sure, you should bring a set of drums into sex while you're at it."
She wriggles her eyebrows."Oh, there will be banging, but it won't be the drums."
"Alright, so Herrera's got puns. I dig it."
She sighs. "I've got so many. I don't think you'd be able to handle them all."
"Try me."
Ariel sits up on my lap and grabs the hair tie from her wrist."There's been a turnover, Park--" she pulls her hair back into a ponytail-- "and I intend to tie the score with a touchdown."
"Put me back in, Coach."
The wicked smile grew on her face. "I knew you understood that. I could feel it."
"Watching you pull back your hair did something to me."
"Yeah, it clearly made you harder."
"Hmm. It might also have to do with the view." I push myself up and lean on my arms. I rest my lips against her shoulder. "I could get used to being underneath you."
"The more you talk like that, the more I hate your jeans." She kisses me gently. She moves her lips down to my jawline and nears my ear. "Tell me, Oliver. Tell me what you want. Demand it-- take it from me. It's already yours."
I cup her cheek, and she leans further into my hand. "I want you. Give me you."
I understand what Ariel means by hazy vision. It's like a high you don't want to get rid of or a dream you don't want to wake up from. Everything I know went out the window. I can't remember my name. And I don't want to. All I want is for us to be the two people living in a moment hopelessly and optimistically that it never ends. Nothing or no one else.