I leaned in again, going for his upper lips and he took control without warning, claiming my lower lip and sucking the breath out of me. I tugged at his jacket, wanting more than I could say.
"Couch?" He asked me after my lips left his and I nodded.
With our lips interlocked again and my legs wrapped around him, he carried me down the stairs and to one of the couches in the living room.
He stopped our kiss and got off of me to take off his jacket. I got up too and took of my top, leaving just my tube bra. I helped him take off his top too then I made him sit on the chair.
I climbed over him on the couch. He caressed my hair behind my ears when I leaned in back to take his lips. I could feel him beneath me. I had gotten him hard. Was I ready for what I started? Is he even willing?
Fuck it. I began to grind my self against his hardness poking through his jeans. It felt good. It felt so good, I wanted more, and just like Uche could read my thoughts, his hands grabbed my waist and helped me feel more of him.
He was panting the more I grinded my hips, I couldn't get a more beautiful music for my ears.
"Fuck...Julie..." Uche stopped me by raising my hips off him. I stopped and shoved my hair behind my ears, trying to read his eyes and what it was trying to say.
"Should we go up to my room?" I got up from him and asked.
"No," He answered so plainly, it surprised me. He didn't want to go to my room? After what just happened? I ran all ten fingers through my hair and chuckled.
"What?" I asked but he sat up and reached for his top."Say something?" I demanded and he looked up at me, no words for me still.
I chuckled again. It was a sad chuckle this time. I don't even know why I was getting hurt, I just...
"I'm going to get some sleep, don't call me." I told him and picked up my top from the ground. I headed upstairs without putting it on. I was on the third step of the stairs when he spoke again.
"Julie..." He called so I paused and turned to listen to him, but still no words. He just stared back at me so I shook my head and made to continue upstairs but he spoke again."What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know, maybe explain why you won't fuck me? Is it the celibacy shit?" I turned around and asked.
"Yeah." His voice was low.
"Of course, it is." I rubbed my face and sighed."Okay." I just said to him and wanted to continue upstairs but he said something I couldn't ignore.
"If you want it, I'll do it." I heard him and just had to scoff so loud he could hear it.
"What?" I asked even if I heard him clearly."If I want it, you'll do it? Really? What am I now, a sex freak? If you want it, I'll do it, fuck you." I found myself spewing at him.
"That's not what I meant."
"I don't give a shit. Leave me alone, go on your walk alone and you better not call me." Tears began welling up in my eyes again like before.
Uche picked his jacket from the couch, and I thought he was going to walk out like I asked him to buy he didn't. He came to me and hugged me even if I was stiff to his hug.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in my ear. I bit my lips to try and stop any of my tears dropping down my face because they'd fall on his shoulder.
I really did want him to leave, but that was so I could cry myself to sleep in my room without him around. I didn't want him to see me cry the way I wanted to, and the funny part is that I don't even know why I have that much urge to cry.
I couldn't stop it. A tear fell on his right shoulder. And then another. I sighed and didn't hold back any more, letting the tears leave my eyes as much as they wanted to.
Uche started to rub my back."I'm really sorry, I didn't want to make you cry...I..." He sighed, his lips still close to my ear. I felt the warm breath from his sigh on my neck and weirdly enough, I was crying but still getting turned on.
Mann, I was so done for. Uche was doing some pretty crazy shit to me, and he didn't even know it most of the time.
"When we left Kim's party that early morning, do you remember any of the conversations we had?" He asked and let me go when he noticed I didn't have any other tear leaving my eyes.
"I don't know," I muttered, a bit embarrassed that I just cried like a baby in front of him and he was acting like he didn't witness that embarrassing moment of mine.
"Well, you were drunk...I told you about my mum..." He said and I immediately caught interest in his words. He told me about his mum? I've been wanting him to do that since forever.
"I was a mistake...my birth, I mean. Mum wasn't happy when she got pregnant with me. She wanted to abort me but it couldn't happen without both she and my dad's signature. Dad refused to do it so my mum left us." He sighed and looked up at the ceiling."My biggest worry is bringing a child into the world without being ready for it. I told myself I'd wait till I ever became financially stable and old enough to..."
"Uche, what the fuck, there are condoms and pills and shit for that." I cut him short and heard him laugh.
"My mum was a model, still is actually. It's why she left me. I almost ruined her career. She had lots of pills she used to abuse to avoid having a baby, some of them are still in the cabinets in her room back home, and yet somehow, I managed to exist."
I went speechless, definitely getting his point, but that only happened in 0.01 chances, I think. His parents issues seems to have traumatized him.
As much as I'd love to call him crazy for his reason for not having sex, I knew it wasn't his fault. My situation with my dad made me hate boys since I was so little.