Be Mine

Last updated on October 20th, 2023 at 09:40 am

She hadn’t picked up my calls for days. 

You know, with Caroline you just couldn’t be sure of what she was thinking. Two days ago, I eventually told her how I felt about her and she gave me a weird reply. I knew she was not going to give the reply I wanted. But I was determined not to relent. She liked me, that much I was sure of. 

We had been friends for a bit, but I wanted more. I had made it clear that I wasn’t her brother or best friend—I’d be damned if the girl of my dreams, brother- or friend-zoned me. I had waited for her boyfriend who was now her ex to be out of the picture before letting her know that I wanted her. I wasn’t kidding around. 

At a time, she got convenient telling me about her relationship issues and I really wanted my fist to kiss her stupid ex’s jaw more than once—a thought that left me in shock considering my nonviolent personality. With Caroline, everything was really intense. It was in the sway of her hips, her loud and uninhibited laughter. It was in her kind eyes. To avoid being arrested for assault and a sounding board for her relationship issues aka best friend aka friend-zone, I limited our conversations. 

She’d been single for about six months now and recently went on a date. That was it for me. I wanted her to be mine, not one more date with another guy. If it took me being petty, then I would, although, I hoped that I didn’t have to. I wanted to feel every part of her, to feel her legs wrapped around me, to be the one she called when she was happy, to hear her laughter all the time. I picked up the pace on the treadmill. I would go to her house later today if she still did not pick up my calls when I was back home.

***

I sat on the chair with my drink in hand. I was really confused. Emmanuel had been calling for days now and I had not replied. He told me he liked me and I didn’t know what to say. The room was dark and we had just concluded a movie when he said it in that sinfully sexy voice of his. “Caroline, I like you. I really like you. I like everything about you, fuck! I can’t stop thinking about you. I am always thinking about you. I want more. Baby, I want more.” 

I had just had my bath when I heard a knock at the door. I hurriedly wore my pyjamas and went to open the door. It was Emmanuel! I felt a rush in my head and in between my legs. These were normal reactions to Emmanuel and I wasn’t exactly proud of them. I didn’t want him thinking that I was after him because of his charming physique as other women were. We couldn’t go out without him being ogled by women, many had actually come up to him to get his contact right in my presence. 

He always said he didn’t enjoy the attention, so I made it a point to hide my attraction to him. Up until he told me how he felt, I saw him as a decent guy who just wanted to be my friend. Now though, I was confused. I was used to covertly staring at him and enjoying his presence such that I didn’t know how to handle it otherwise. God forbid I lose my integrity because of a fine boy. 

He came in and sat on my chair like he owned the space. It must be his confidence, my undoing. I gently closed the door and slowly walked into the sitting room, ensuring that I left enough space between us. 

“Caroline, you have not been answering my calls.” My brain was fried. I tried to talk, but I stuttered. The sexual tension between us had been intense recently and I thought it was all just me. 

“Huh… I I.” Get a grip, girl. 

“Huh, what? What are you trying to say, Caroline?” He said as he got up from the chair and moved towards me. “Are you running from me?” I found myself nodding. “Baby,” He sounded pained. “Why are you running from me?” The problem was that the atmosphere in my house wasn’t really helping. To help me get good sleep, at about 7:30 every night, I switched off the bright lights and switched on the dull blue bulbs, lit candles, and played soft music. It upped my sleep game, I promise. Right now, I almost cussed. All I could sense was Emmanuel. This is bad. 

***

I was a few inches away now and I could feel her short fast breaths. She whimpered. It was barely audible but I heard it and moved closer to her. I really couldn’t help it. She smelled good, like coconut and something else. It was those natural oils that she used. I raised my face to the ceiling and asked for help. 

I didn’t want to touch her. I wanted her but I didn’t want to touch her until she agreed to be mine. I needed a little contact to stop myself from combusting. I settled for her chin, her soft dimpled chin. This woman. 

“You didn’t pick up my calls, but you won’t leave my mind.” I stroked her chin, barely restraining myself. Our lips were so close. Her breath was shaky and I couldn’t be more turned on. 

“You’re so rude, C. You keep popping into my head, even at odd times.” I sniffed her hair like an untrained dog. This wasn’t me. “Fuck!” I whispered. “Do you know what it means to have an uncontrollable erection just because an image of you laughing popped into my mind?” I lightly pinched her chin and she whimpered again. “Do you know? I was in a meeting, C. A meeting. Answer me.” 

“I I don’t know.” She replied. 

“I thought so too. See, I want to do bad things to and with you. You make me lose all decorum.” I shifted close to her and touched my lips to hers. Years of training myself to be a refined man almost went down the drain within a few seconds—the softest and plumpest lips ever. I groaned and she shuddered. Our breaths were the only sounds in her dark sitting room. I wanted so badly to kiss her, instead, I distracted myself by talking. “Baby, why are you running from me? I want an answer.”

***

His finger was stroking my chin and his breath fanning my lips. I could feel my nipples straining against my pyjamas. If I moved ever so slightly, I would be able to rub against his chest and get a little relief. I’m not that type of girl. I wondered what type of girl I was with the way my clit throbbed. 

“Why, C?” His voice was hoarse. I swear I forgot that we were talking. I crossed my legs a bit and cleared my throat. 

“I am not running.” I should be ashamed, my voice completely betrayed me. I sounded wanting and a bit desperate. I was about to redeem myself and repeat my words like a normal grown-up when his lips touched my collarbone. Someone in this room moaned; it wasn’t me. It couldn’t be. Where is your integrity, Caroline?! 

“I’m listening,” He nudged. If not for the hoarseness in his voice, Emmanuel sounded almost normal, unmoved. I was here almost grinding against him, I crossed my legs tightly this time. “If you are not running, what are you doing?” He asked, the vibration of his voice against my collarbone as he traced his way up my neck. I wanted to cry. One. Two. My clit pulsed. 

“Emmanuel.” 

“Yes, baby?” His lips fully touched mine and as soon as they did, they left. I felt a brief sense of loss which was quickly quenched by the sensation of his thumb on my lower back. All these new spots and sensations were strange to me and I wasn’t new to self-exploration. 

He kissed my neck again and pulled me closer to him, chest to chest. I made a sound, maybe from relief or torture, I wasn’t sure. He raised his face to meet mine and looked into my eyes. All he gave was a brief signal as his lips crashed onto mine. Moist, warm, soft, demanding. What were we discussing? Tongues, soft bites, my arms around his neck, groans, moans, squeezing. We can’t come back from this. 

“Fuck!” He whispered, tearing his lips away from mine. That sound of protest? I made it. I don’t know how but I had my left thigh in his right arm and I was effectively grinding against him like a rabbit. One. Two. Three. Four. Five… My clit pulsed. My heart was definitely doing more than a hundred and twenty beats per minute. He looked at my nipples and pure lust flashed through his eyes. He stroked my cheeks and I leaned into his touch. I sincerely apologise to those girls that I’d judged. I was one of them. 

***

Caroline’s eyes were killing me. I gently dropped her thigh and squeezed her waist. She was soft everywhere. If I hadn’t broken off the kiss, she would have had an orgasm by just humping me. I felt bad leaving her this way, but hopefully, she would agree to be mine and I could make up for it. About me, I would sort things out myself. 

“I want you to be mine.” I said, holding her gaze as she nodded. I’m not sure she knew she was nodding. She licked her lips and I got harder. My training didn’t cover this aspect. “I’m only going to wait one night for your yes, the only acceptable answer.” I sniffed her once more and squeezed her waist then left her. I definitely heard another cry from her. If this woman was this responsive, then I needed to brush up on my skills. I opened the door and stopped, her gaze so intense. I gripped the handle as I battled the idea of going back to her or my house. 

“Don’t touch yourself.” I smirked as I stepped out and shut the door. She was going to be mine. I knew that for sure.