Fifteen

He pisses me off. How many times have I warned him and threatened him to stop with his wicked games? He believes that he has every right to ignore my desires and just choose his. Well, if he really thinks that he's going to get away with his stubborn behavior, then he's completely wrong and ridiculous. I've had enough of him.
I exhale while staring at the beautiful night scene. I perch on the window seat of my hotel room, viewing the stunning Eiffel towel off in the distance. Its lights twinkle brightly.
Why couldn't he just listen in the first place? Instead, he ruined this beautiful trip that I could be enjoying. I was so thrilled to come here, I was so excited to see the museum and the Eiffel tower and everything here. However, I can't seem to enjoy it because he ruined any chance of it. He keeps poking in on my mind and bothering me with what he's done. Why couldn't he just fucking listen?
He also lied to me. He lied to my face about keeping it PG on this trip. That's probably the largest thing that upsets me. He lied.
There's a knock on my door. My roommate rises from her bed to answer it, leaving the TV loud and clear. She had just finished in the shower, allowing her spotted pajamas and wet hair to reveal that. I've never seen her before this trip. She doesn't talk much. She just stays on her phone a lot. Fine by me.
There's mumbling at the door before my blonde roommate turns her body halfway to look at me, exposing Dean in his black sweats and T at the doorway. "He says he needs to talk to you about a recent assignment." She informs while holding the door open.
I roll my eyes. "Tell him I said to leave, please."
She raises her eyebrows as if she were surprised that I am disrespecting a professor. She then turns to face him before he walks past her towards me.
I jump out of the seat so that I stop him from coming in any further. "I told you that I'm not changing my mind about you." I fold my arms over my gray T-shirt.
He exhales with his puppy eyes. "Rosie," he pouts softly.
I frown. "Please, leave." My eyes gesture towards the open door where my roommate watches us curiously.
"Can you just hear me out." He suggests while placing his large hand on my shoulder.
I shrug it off aggressively while marching towards him so that he is forced to back up out of the room. We step into the hall as I shut the door behind me.
"Are you being serious right now?" I whisper roughly. "My roommate is in there. You can't be just coming in like a sad, pathetic ex-boyfriend begging for forgiveness." I snap.
He swallows hard while his eyes soften. "Is that what I am? Your ex?"
I narrow my eyes. "Dean, we were never anything before that. We were just fuck buddies; friends with benefits. Nothing more. If anything, you forced me into something I'd rather not get into, even after the amount of times I told you no. But your stubborn ass just keeps getting exactly what you want when you want. I told you, I'm done." I hiss while turning my shoulder back towards my door.
Suddenly, I am forced to face him from the tug of my shirt. His lips press into mine as his hand grips my collar while the other holds the small of my back.
I exhale while sinking into the sensation as I surrender. How does he always do this?
I quickly remember that we are in a public location with half of the college here. Fury lights back up inside me, allowing me to remember why I was mad.
I push him off of me with a gasp. I frown at him. "This is exactly what I was talking about! We're in the hallway of a hotel full of students and professors!" I shout quietly, my face heating up. "Stop acting like you can just get whatever you want. I told you that I'm done with you. I don't want to see you anymore. Get out of here!" My palms smack his firm chest.
His only defense is his sexuality. He can't even find words to say to apologize; let alone even say 'sorry.' More and more, he's irritating me.
He watches me for a moment. "You're right." His stare is fierce and igniting, like he's about to attack me, but keeping his control. "I am stubborn. And yes, I often don't hear 'no.' But the one thing I desperately want keeps pushing me away, reinforcing the stubborn child in me to fight. Why? Because I have to have you, and if I don't-" his voice trails off while he shakes his head. "It's not just the sexual tension, I mean, yes, I want to fuck you every time I see you, but I also want to keep you to myself. You make it very hard to do any of that. And you know why you make it so challenging? Because you're stubborn too, whether you want to believe it or not. And you're selfish. I understand that you're hiding for a good reason, but you're doing it wrong by pushing your god damn, sexy ass away from me." He growls while his eyes draw down my body and then back at my eyes. "But you're too selfish to realize that because your too busy making sure that I don't get what I want. I think that makes you pretty stubborn." He swallows hard while intensly staring at me.
I stay speechless, all fury completely drained from me, making me feel sympathetic. It's as if my skin tone switched from red to blue.
He slowly turns down the hall until he walks into his room. Silence remains.
I stand motionless in the empty hall, his words floating in my head.
I hadn't thought of any of that. He's right. I've been so focused on keeping myself distant from him, making sure that I win rather than he does, that I never realized what I was really doing. I wasn't trying to protect our future, I was trying to hurt him. I was trying to make sure that he doesn't win. I see now why he's so hurt. And to think I was blaming him the entire time. All along the problem was me. I sigh and stare at his door.
Naturally, my feet walk me towards his door, my knuckles tapping against the wood.
After a few seconds, the door opens to reveal Dean without his shirt on, only wearing his sweats. He watches me while holding the door, waiting for me to say something.
My eyes draw up from his bare torso to his sharp eyes. Without thinking, my arms wrap around his back from under his arms.
His hands slowly place on my lower back as I rest my cheek against his shoulder. We embrace each other for a long, appreciative moment. I can smell his sage on him, intoxicating me. Since the two months we've known each other, this may be the first time we've actually hugged.
His lips plant on my forehead, informing me his forgiveness. Gradually, he backs into his room while still holding onto me. I can see the Eiffel tower from his window of where I stand.
He pulls away from me so that our eyes meet. "I'm sorry."
I shake my head while watching him. "No, don't be. I'm sorry. For everything."
He grins to the side, that sexy line presenting itself in his cheek. "I love you." He announces.
I watch him and grin. My mouth places on his lips. He kisses me back slowly, his feet guiding him backwards toward his bed. He falls backward, taking me down with him. I lay on top of him while straddling him, my chest pressed against his.
He peels my shirt off of me until I'm exposed and runs his hand down my side until his thumbs slip inside my shorts. They slide off before they're thrown onto the floor. I feel his hands cup my behind inside my panties as I kiss his soft neck. I knuzzle my nose further down and allow my tongue to run up.
For once, he's allowing me to take charge. This should be fun.
Hmm, what should I do?
My panties slowly slide off of me and onto the floor. His erection presses into me against his sweats. I stick my fingers into the hem of the sweats and gradually pull down gently and teasingly. "Definitely get rid of these." I whisper and bite my lip.
He looks so delicious laying here on the bed. His bare torso is sculpted into a perfect triangle, his waist smaller than his chest and his shoulders broad and perky.
My hands slide down his six pack, feeling the hard bumps against my fingers. I hum softly to myself with pleasure.
He's all mine to play with. He's allowing me to do whatever I want to him; it's so thrilling. I wonder if this is how he feels like with me.
He keeps his hands on my waist as he watches my every move, desiring me more and more. I can tell he can't hold on much longer.
"Well, Mr. Collins, if you're letting me play dominant for once, than that is what I'll do." I softly explain, my hands fetching his wrists. "I hope you'll listen this time."
He watches me with those hungry eyes, piercing right through mine. His jaw is clenched as his breathing lifts heavier. He's trying to hide it.
"So, from now on," my voice is soft and seductive. "I want your hands right. . .here." I place his palms onto my breasts as I position onto him gently. His partner thickens inside me.
He closes his eyes while exhaling through his lips. His hands grip my breasts as I lightly hold his wrists.
Biting my lip, I rock myself onto him, moving up and down, up and down. I exhale loudly, making a yelping sound.
He stiffens beneath me, his hips meeting mine. I feel his fingers squeeze my breasts tighter painfully.
I tilt my head back while closing my eyes. My back arches as my hands slide over the top of his.
So this is what it's like to be in charge. It's exceptionally splendid. A girl can get used to this. I absolutely love his reaction and his desiring need for release.
A small giggle escapes my throat.
His eyes meet mine as he lifts his eye brows. His mouth opens into a smile, seeming as though if he were amused. "Are you laughing, Miss White?"
I smile while nodding my head. "Taking the lead is fun."
He smiles while shaking his head. His expression switches dark as he exhales roughly. He growls, "I know, which is why I'm taking my spot back."
Before I know it, he quickly throws me back on the bed so that he is above me now. I smile wide up at him.
Being the dominant was fun, but being the submissive is better.
His wrists nail mine above my head in one hand as he thrusts into me.
I widen my eyes as I gasp.
Another pleasant thrust.
I point my chin up. "Oh, Dean."
He thrusts harder this time, his hand squeezing even harder around my wrist. I can feel the blood circulating in my hands, causing them to heat up.
Another thrust. I yelp and throw my head back while fighting beneath his grip to claw his back. But his force is too heavy against mine.
The build up begins, the tickling in my lower abdomen fluttering anxiously for release. My right knee bends as my toes curl into the sheets.
His thrusts become faster with his heavy breaths against my neck.
The bed head is now rocking against the wall, making a loud thump! Thump! Thump!
The buildup is practically impossible to hold back, my release causing my hips to flex against him.
He stiffens against me while rocking faster.
I then climax, carrying it out as long as I can while yelping.
He then releases into me while groaning, "Fuck."
He drops next to me without pulling out, panting breathlessly beside me. He smiles and kisses my forehead.
That. . .was amazing.