Looking Up

-----Steve's POV

"I don't think you'll ever stop being Bambi, I mean- you're just way too sweet and innocent." I chuckle, look over and smirk at Elle.

"Just you wait," she says and gives me the most devilish smile.

As I help Elle out of the truck, I spot my friends across the parking lot walking over to us.

"Hey Steve!" I hear Matt yell boisterously.

When he gets over to us, along with Brandon and Kyle, I give him a big hug, "I haven't seen you guys since the break, how've you been?!" I say with a huge grin on my face. I've been friends with them since high school and it's always great to get together with them.

While the guys tell me a little bit about how they've been, Kyle suddenly cuts me off, "Aren't you going to introduce us to your new friend Steve?" he laughs.

I feel my face get red and turn around to Elle, who's been standing behind my arm the entire time, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, this is Elle- Elle this is Brandon, Kyle and Matt." Each of them gives her a warm smile, and we head towards the club entrance.

"OH, by the way Steve, we invited Tom- I hope that's okay," Brandon says wearily.

"Yeah, sure," I mumble and I can feel my blood start to boil. Tom and I have never gotten along with each other for as long as I can remember, and last year especially, I got fed up with him.

As we walk in, the loud bass greets us and Elle hugs my side so we don't lose each other while we push through the crowd. We all make our way to a table towards the back and sit down.

-----Elle's POV

"I'll go get us our drinks," Steve yells to us over the music, after he pulls out my chair for me.

As he walks away, I can feel an awkward silence building up despite the music blaring through the speakers. Kyle starts making small talk with me, asking me how Philly is and what I do for work. Thank god Steve comes back within several minutes because I'm absolutely terrible at small talk and the last thing I want is for his friends to think I'm the most socially awkward person on the planet. While they catch up on different things that have happened, all I can think of is how Steve tensed up when he heard Tom's name. I've never seen him strain immediately like that over a quick mention of a person.

We all take turns getting more drinks for each other so we can keep our table. Without completely interrupting Steve, I quickly tell him that I'm going to get another drink. As I make my way through some small crowds of people towards the bar, a solid figure steps in front of me, causing me to almost slam into him. When I look up, he smirks at me and runs a hand through his chocolate brown hair. I let out a sigh, "Excuse me," I try to walk around him but he steps in front of me once again.

"Can I buy you a drink missy?" he says while his eyes linger around my body. Who the hell does he think he is? "No, thank you," I go to side step him but he jumps in front of me before I can get anywhere.

"Why not? I'm just trying to be nice here."

"I don't want anything from you, now MOVE!" I yell and shove past him finally and get to the bar finally. I look back to see if he followed me but he already disappeared. "Thank god," I mumble and roll my eyes.

-----Steve's POV

"She seems great Steve- and cute" Kyle says and nudges me in my side with his shoulder.

I laugh, "yeah, she's awesome. She's a little shy- this really isn't her scene, but she's a lot of fun. The last time we-"

"Hey! Tom!" Matt yells, cutting me off.

"Hey guys!" Tom pulls out the chair next to me and sits down, "Steve, long time no see- where've ya been, buddy?" he says with a thick tone of false interest.

I give him a pathetic smile, "Philadelphia, the season ended a little bit ago and wanted to see everyone."

"That's too bad about the cup, maybe next year champ," he says and pats me hard on the back. It takes all of my energy not to lash out on him.

Tom looks behind him and I notice him smiling, "Here comes this girl I picked up earlier, I knew she couldn't stay away," he brags. I roll my eyes, and sigh. I wonder what girl could be stupid enough to fall for his act. I turn around and my mouth drops.

Elle sees Tom and flashes a smile to him when she passes two tables before ours. Our eyes meet and she gives me the same devilish smirk she gave me in the truck and winks. As she walks over to us, she walks with more attitude than I've ever seen her have, her head is held up high, and she's holding her drink out to the side with her elbow bent, touching her rib cage- she's almost unrecognizable. I look over to Kyle, Matt, and Brandon who all have their gaze set on Elle.

"Well, I'm glad you found me," Tom says, about to get out of his chair.

"And how many times do I have to reject you until you get a clue?" Elle asks with one eyebrow raised. She turns, locks eyes with me and bites her lip, "I like the look of you though." She grabs the collar of my t-shirt and presses her lips down onto mine passionately.

"Oh shit!" I hear Kyle yell and laugh.

I smile, get out of my chair and lead her out onto the dance space still kissing her. I look back at the table and see my friends smiling and laughing at Tom's embarrassed expression.

Elle pulls my face back down and her tongue touches my lips, "Holy shit, Elle," I gasp. She smiles, turns around and starts grinding on me smoothly. Memories from the night we went out with G, and the guys, come rushing back to the front of my mind.

I put one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh. I pull her tighter against me and I know she can definitely feel how hard I am. Elle arches her back, bends her knees and starts to swivel her hips to the right, then to the left. My hands clench against her sides "Fuck," I mumble to myself as I watch her little body move against mine.

All of the sudden Elle turns around and flashes me a grin. She steps closer into me, places my hands on her lower back, and gives me a taunting smile. Our bodies start to move sync as she grinds on me along to the beat of the song. She reaches up puts one hand one my shoulder, whips her hair out of her hair tie and starts moving even more smoothly against me.

"Shit Elle, where'd this come from?" I laugh.

"I told you, I'm not that innocent," she says with a serious face, which wipes the smile off mine. She drops one hand from my shoulder, brushes it up against my dick, and bites her lip. I gasp, pull Elle's face to mine, and press my lips down on to hers, every kiss is harder than the next. Elle separates our lips and a bead of sweat rolls down my face. The sexual tension is so thick between us I'm sure I could cut it with a knife. Every move Elle makes against me sends surges of electricity through my body.

"I want you- I've never wanted anything so badly," I pant into her ear. She runs her hand against my inner thigh, "Then let's get out of here," she whispers.

I take her hand and whip us through the crowd and to my truck. On the way over back to my house, Elle doesn't say much but strokes my inner thigh slowly, teasing me every once in a while. Once we pull into the driveway, I rip off my seat belt and rush to the passenger side to help Elle out since she was a little tipsy. Right away, she pulls me into her and I push her up against my truck and I start to slide my hand up her thigh and underneath of her skirt.

I pull her towards the house and we slam up against the front door still kissing, my hands on her neck and intertwined in her hair. I fumble for my keys in my pocket and quickly unlock the door. We rush inside the dark house and I throw my keys on the floor as she throws down her purse. She latches onto me and I pick her up as she wraps her legs around my waist. Every kiss becomes harder and more passionate with every second.

I sit her on the top step of the stairs- I can't wait any longer. I slip one hand underneath her skirt and one on her ribs. She starts breathing even heavier, pulls at my shirt, and slips me out of it. I slip one hand underneath her shirt, "Can I?" I say between kisses and tug on her blouse. I feel her nod against the side of my cheek and I pull it over her head hastily. I feel her small hands roam my chest; I place both of my hands on her ribs, and start to kiss her neck. Elle lets out a moan and leans back.

I stop myself before we go any further, "you know, you don't have to do this," I say in between rushed kisses, "you don't have to prove anything to me, I know you're not naive."

"Shut up," she whispers and I can feel her smiling in the dark.

She slides back off of the stairs, guiding me off them and onto the hardwood floor. She rests her legs flat on the floor, I position myself over her, and my lips move from her neck to her chest. I reach my hands up just above her ribs and kiss over top of her bra. Elle reaches her hands down and searches for the button of my pants. She lets out a deep breath when she finally undoes the button and zipper. I take one hand and shove my pants off my hips; I kick them off with my legs and they take a tumble down the stairs.

She slowly moves her hands down to my boxers and slips them underneath the waistline. I find my hands tugging onto the bottom of her black skirt and she wiggles free from the tight fabric, exposing her thighs. My hands quickly roam her legs after I fling her skirt somewhere unknown.

I lift us up off the ground, carry her into our bedroom, and throw each other onto the bed. She quickly slips on top of me and writhes against my body. The only sounds filling the house are our moans and panting. She starts to grind on top of me and I can feel myself getting closer to climaxing. I wrap my arms around her body and smoothly flip us so I am hovering over her. I reach into my nightstand and feel for a condom box. "Shit, I'm out!" I snarl.

"That's okay," Elle sighs, and then thrusts her hand into my boxers and starts to stroke my length. I let out a loud moan and my arms start to weaken from the waves of pleasure surging through my entire body. I shift my body so we're laying on our sides facing each other.

I rest Elle's head in my left hand and my right roams her body, eventually up her back and the clasp of her bra. I wait until she lets me know it's okay to take it off, once she does, I unhook it in one swift motion and Elle lets out a huge deep sigh. I slide the bra off her arms and her body goes taut as I slowly slide my hand forward to the side of her chest. Our lips rest on each other as we exchange breaths.

I can feel her breathing hitch when I slowly slide my hand over top of her chest. Once I do, she lets out a small moan and presses her lips hard down onto mine. Elle pushes my boxers lower off my hips and runs her finger across my lower abdomen. She stops kissing me only to look down and admire my body. I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip from nervousness; I can feel her curious eyes searching my body on my skin.

"How am I so lucky?" I hear her whisper just before she grabs my dick and starts stroking me with an amazing rhythm. I quickly reach down to her panties and pull them down her legs. She shifts her hips and allows my fingers to enter her soft, wet folds.

"You're so wet" I moan and pump my fingers quicker with every second that passes. Elle and I moan through every kiss and I can feel her getting closer to her climax. As she lets out stifled moans, her folds pulse around my fingers and I can't hold back any longer. Elle writhes against my body as I come onto her belly.

"Crap I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that," I say in embarrassment.

"It's okay, don't worry," she giggles as I wipe her belly off with a tissue.

I give her a soft kiss, "I don't think you're so innocent anymore, I swear" I laugh softly.

Notes

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