One Timers

The front door slams shut, waking me from her dead sleep and instantly panicking me. Only two other people in Boston have a key to my apartment. One is my ninety year old neighbor across the hall and the other is my roommate Kelly, who is currently at a bachelorette party for her cousin in Las Vegas. My clock says 1:06 am.

I slide out of her bed quietly and grab a pair of my BU women’s ice hockey sweatpants to put on under the shirt I stole from Dougie. I reach for my goalie stick and creep out of the bedroom, noticing the kitchen light is on. My heart is racing. I hear the refrigerator door shut and shuffle to see who’s there.

The familiar blonde hair calms my nerves and I drop the stick to the floor, causing him to turn around.

“Hey babe.” He says, with a mouth full of cereal.
“Jesus Christ, Dougie.” I sigh. “What the hell are you doing here? And how did you get in?”
“I missed you so I picked the lock.” He shrugs.
I shake my head and clutch my heart.
“You picked the lock?” I ask, bewildered.
“Yeah.” He grabs my hip and pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I told you, I missed you. Plus I wanted some cereal and was out of milk.”
“So you’re using me for food?” He smiles. “Dougie. You just saw me a couple hours ago. You could have just called.”
“I didn’t want to wake you up. I figured I’d just sneak in, grab some cereal and then crawl into bed with you.”

I chuckle, finally getting over the shock of his arrival.

“You’re a dork. You wanted to sneak in, but you slammed the door.”
“Yeah, I didn’t mean to. It kinda slipped from my hand and I couldn’t stop it. I was hoping it didn’t wake you up.”
“Well it did. And you scared the shit out of me. So you owe me now.” I smile.
His eyebrows twitch. “However can I make it up to you?” He asks in a teasing voice.

Instead of responding, I simply wiggle my hips out of his grasp and sway towards the door. My fingers slip between my skin and my sweatpants, pushing them to the floor. Dougie’s hungry eyes go wide as they scan up my legs, trying to peek under the shirt that stops at my thighs.

“Finish your cereal and join me in the bedroom. I’ll think of away you can fix this.”
“Heather...” I hear him whisper as I strut down the hallway towards my room.

I’m pretty sure it takes him ten seconds to finish the entire bowl of cereal, and as I’m passing through the doorway I hear him chasing after me. Smiling to myself, I slowly crawl on all fours up my bed, making sure to stick my ass out so it’s the first thing he’ll see when he gets in the room.

It works and I hear him groan just as I reach my pillows, turning to lay against them. He’s already ditched his shirt and is working on his pants, his eyes never leaving my body. He slides them down and I can see the beginning of his bulge straining against his boxers.

He follows me to the bed and crawls up, pressing his whole body against mine on the way. His lips find my skin at my knees and he spreads my legs, settling his body between them. He peppers soft kisses up my thighs and his hands push his shirt over my hips and up my torso.

He smiles a little when he finds that I’m wearing nothing else, and bites into the soft flesh of my thigh.

“Have you decided how you want me to make it up to you?” He whispers, his eyes going dark.
“I’m still thinking about it.” I tease, running my fingertips through his hair.
His teeth nip at my hip bone and he smiles.
“I guess I have to just be really nice to you until you decide.”

His eyes flicker to my ribs where he knows I’m sensitive. His nose brushes the skin and I shiver, goosebumps erupting across my skin. He presses soft kisses up my side, along my tattoo reaching just under the swell of my breasts.

“You know, I was thinking...” He whispers against my skin. “Your agreement on the apartment is up in a couple months.”
“Mmhm.”
“And Kelly is graduating.”
“Mmhm.”
“And I just signed a new contract that’s going to keep me here for a couple more years.”
“Mmhm.”
“My apartment gets lonely.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“What are you saying?” I ask.

He pulls away from my skin, his eyes instantly getting serious.

“Heather, we’ve been together for over a year. Just about every night, if we’re both not at my apartment, we’re both here. Unless one of us is away. What I’m saying- what I’m asking is... will you move in with me?”

I take in the seriousness of his voice and the spark in his eyes, a mixture of hope, excitement, and a lot of fear.

“Are you serious?” I ask.
“Yeah. I mean... if you want.” He fumbles.

Oh, god. Poor Dougie. He’s so nervous. I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine.

“Baby, I think that’s a fantastic idea.” I mumble against his lips.
“Really?” He smiles and lets out a breath I’m sure he didn’t even know he was holding.
“Yeah, really.”
“I thought you’d call me crazy.” He admits.
“Dougie, we practically live together already. I’m not going to pass up making it official. Besides, your apartment is so much nicer than anything my friends and I could afford.”
“You won’t have to pay a thing if you can’t.” He assures me.
“We’ll talk about it another time. Right now, I think you have some making up to do.”

He leans in and presses our lips together, both of us finding our rhythm quickly. He nips at my lip and my hips grind up against his lap, causing both of us to remember exactly how badly we need each other. And exactly how long it’s been since we’ve been together.

Dougie pulls away from my lips and tugs at my shirt, lifting it over my head. His lips trail along my jawline and down my neck, settling in the valley between my breasts. His fingers trail along my sensitive sides and his hips pin me gently to the bed.

“Have you decided how I’m going to make it up to you?” He asks, pulling my nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
“Dougie.” I breathe.
“Yes baby?” He smiles, switching to the other side and giving it the same treatment.
“Make love to me.” I beg.
“As you wish.”

My hands slide over his pecs and down his abs, pushing his boxers away and releasing his erection. I run my hands all over his hips, ass and lower back, enjoying the feeling of his wet kisses along my shoulders.

Without warning I feel his fingers brush against my entrance and he hums his approval as he pushes two fingers inside.

“You’re so wet baby.” He smiles.
“Don’t tease me. I just want you, Dougie.”

He growls and I feel him go hard against my hip. He spreads my legs and guides himself between them. Bringing our lips together, he pushes in slowly. I break our kiss and my head falls back as I let out a long low moan.

“Shit, Heath. You’re so tight.” He pants. “Fuck you feel so good.”
“Dougie.” I moan as he reaches the hilt. He pauses to allow me to get used to him and gives my neck a sweet kiss.

When I relax he begins sweetly rocking his hips back and forth, stretching me. The two of us both allow ourselves to get lost in each other’s bodies and let each other know how much we’re enjoying it through our moans.

“Baby go deeper.” I beg.
He lifts my shoulders bringing our bodies closer and presses farther into me, twisting his hips and hitting my spot dead on.
“Dougie!” I scream out. “Oh shit. Fuck, yes.”
He takes the hint and continues to press me there, a little more forceful than before.
“Oh god, Dougie.” I whimper, digging my nails into his back.

My vision clouds and I’m whimpering and panting and saying things I’m not really sure are even in English. His hips roll and he presses my spot and rubs against my clit at the same time, causing my entire body to quake.

“I’m not going to last much longer.” He pants. “You feel too good.”
“Just keep doing that.” I beg. “You won’t have to wait long.”

He continues to roll his hips the same way and five pumps later, I feel myself break.
A primal scream falls from my mouth and I dig my nails into his shoulder, causing him to burst inside me.
“Fuck, Heather.” He moans, every muscle in his body clenching.
I whimper, the only response I can muster up.

We lay there for a minute, a layer of sweat gathering between us as we try to control our breathing.

“I love you, Heather.” He says, pressing a kiss to my lips.
“I love you too, Dougie.” I respond.

“Can we have sex like that every night when you move in?”
I chuckle.

Notes

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