8 comments/ 36356 views/ 46 favorites Wanting Him By: onemoreday I took a deep breath as I stared at the door, trying to calm my beating heart. I knew what was waiting on the other side of the door, and for the first time in my life, I was a bit scared. Six months ago, I left home for university. I was only seventeen, and I turned eighteen a month after getting there. The transition was rough. I would never admit it to my friends back home, but I was a little afraid that I would never make friends. At first, I didn't fit in. Here at Ohio State, there were literally thousands of freshman roaming around, meeting one another. The school had around forty thousand undergraduates alone, and I was just one person of them. When I got here, I was immediately swallowed by the sheer volume of people. What was I thinking, a small-town Ohio boy going to such a large school? The people in my dorm were nice, but they all went out partying every night. Me? I was a bit of a prude. I didn't really like one night stands with girls all the time. Well, I didn't even like girls at all. Let me start over, because I can tell I'm butchering this. My name is Thomas Elliot Davidson. I moved to Ohio State. I'm a freshman studying economics. I'm from a small town, and I hate this big school. I'm antisocial and introverted, and have pretty much no friends. My first few months were hell. My roommates were nice enough, and they got along with one another well, but I never really connected with any of them. They all went out and played football on the quad while I was inside playing computer games and watching YouTube videos. They partied all weekend while I occasionally watched a movie by myself. We couldn't be more different. The first few weeks, they tried inviting me out to grab dinner sometimes, but after I declined all their invitations, they stopped inviting me. My classes weren't much better, either. I wanted to get away from the small town environment. I loved the excitement at Ohio State, but it was almost too much once I was here. The classes were enormous lecture halls. My smallest class was about one hundred students, and my largest was four hundred. I didn't know very many people. After my first semester, I went home and did some soul searching. I talked a lot with my parents, well they lectured me, and they pushed me to try joining some clubs. I didn't really like a lot of these things, but I figured that it couldn't hurt anyone to go once. Then, at least my mom would stop bugging me about them. That's how in January, a month ago, I found myself being that awkward new kid who slightly opened a door and asked if they were in the right place. "Hi," I said, sticking my head through a small crack in the door entrance. "Is this the animation club?" "Welcome," an older guy said, fully opening the door and pulling me in. He was taller than me at about six feet, though I was only five foot six, so it was pretty easy to do. "We're working on a design for a new game. Have you done much programming?" "Not really," I said sheepishly. "I've done a lot of playing computer games, and my mom kept bugging me to join this organization," I immediately regretted my answer. Internally, I was cursing myself. What loser needed their mom to push them to join a club? "Well, we could use a tester and aneye for flow," he chuckled. "What's your name?" "Thomas." "Well hello Thomas! I'm James. This is Dave, Samuel, and Daisy," he introduced, pointing at each in turn. Dave looked like a surfer boy straight out of a movie. Samuel was an Asian guy with huge, thick glasses. Daisy, contrary to her name, was a gothic girl. Her dark black hair was braided into two braids and she sported tons of bracelets on her wrists. "Hey guys," I waved lamely. Before I could further embarrass myself, I sat down at a desk in the small classroom. Daisy sat to my right and there was an empty chair to my left. All four resumed looking at their computers, and I sat awkwardly, wondering what would happen next. Suddenly, another person burst into the room. "Sorry I'm late!" A deep, melodic, male voice panted, out of breath. "I was caught up doing some Macroeconomics homework." He walked across the room and seemed surprised to notice me in a seat. I watched him, his dark brown hair and light brown eyes piercing into my face. "I'm Ashton. Who are you?" "Thomas," I replied, thankful that I hadn't messed up my words. He nodded, giving me a slight smile that instantly made my pants tighten. "Nice to meet you." "Okay, let's get started." James announced, clapping his hands. "Daisy, did you work on the latest graphics issue with the war character?" "Yeah, but it's still a little sketchy. I uploaded it to our project folder." Everyone clicked around on their computers, and I glanced around the room, sliding down in my seat a little. What made me come here? I wished I could disappear. "Here, you can look off my laptop," Ashton offered. I nodded, willing myself not to blush in embarrassment. I ducked my head a little, hoping he wouldn't notice anything amiss. An image loaded onto Ashton's computer screen as he loaded his laptop. The desktop background was of a group of people, possibly his family or friends, at the beach. I stared at the image of a shirtless Ashton coming out of the water with droplets coming off his chest. A girl and guy stood off to his left, but I barely noticed them. Ashton's dark chest glinted in the sunlight, his Latina color seeming so alluring to me. Ashton clicked on the desktop and brought up Chrome, breaking me out of my spell. The rest of the meeting was uneventful, but I found myself forcing myself to go back to more meetings, wanting to sit next to Ashton. Every time he spoke, his voice glided over me like waves on a beach. I could get lost in his eyes, and I was careful not to look at him too much. Even his smell drove me insane -- he had some sort of cologne on that I could smell from my seat. Everything about him excited me. I started going out with the group more often. Occasionally Daisy brought her boyfriend and Dave brought his girlfriend to dinner outings. James, the oldest of us all as he was a senior, rarely went out to eat with us. Samuel, Ashton, and I were pathetically alone. "So, what are your plans for tonight?" Ashton asked me as we sat down one time in the dining hall. "I'm not sure. We have some accountings homework that I should work on." "Come on, I'm in business and I know economics isn't quite that bad," Ashton argued. "You should go out with us tonight." "Are we going to that frat party tonight?" Dave asked, joining our conversation. "Yeah, they have the best beer." "Oh, don't even kid us, you're just going because you like the guys there," Samuel snorted. I choked, spitting out a little bit of water and coughing. "Whoa, are you okay there?" Dave asked, slamming his hand onto my back and nearly knocking me out of my chair. "I'm fine," I said between coughs. Ashton looked at me, seeming a little unsure of himself, but I didn't get a chance to ask him what was wrong when Samuel picked up where we left off. "So, are you joining us, Thomas?" Samuel asked me. I hesitated. A night away from my games? But a night with Ashton... "Sure," I said with bravery I didn't know I had. I found myself borrowing a shirt from one of my roommates, who was ecstatic that I was going out, and threw on some skinny jeans. Donning a jacket and beanie, I met Ashton and Samuel in the foyer of Samuel's dorm. We all walked over together, and Samuel disappeared soon after in search of some beer. I was a little uncomfortable. My parents' strong sense of morals and law obedience made me a bit hesitant to grab some alcohol, but it would at least help me calm down... Steeling myself, I followed Samuel to the kitchen. Three hours later, I found myself drunk out of my mind. "Whoa, are you okay?" Ashton's voice broke through my fog as I stumbled over something and crashed into him. "I'mmm fine," I slurred. "Let's get you home," he said gently, grabbing me and lifting me to my feet. He steered me out of the house, laying an arm across me as I almost tripped over a couple. I openly gaped at his forearm. "You'rrre sooo big and strrrong," I mumbled. "What was that?" Ashton said, bending down to hear me. "Whyyy are you so h-hot," I whined at him. He looked back at me, shocked. "You don't know what you're saying. Where's your dorm?" "I dunno." Ashton sighed, lifting me up and carrying me to some other place. We walked for a bit and then he dropped me on a sofa. "Where amm I?" "You can stay at my place until you sober up." He leaned over, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over me. As he adjusted it, he leaned down, and I leaned up, kissing him on the lips. He froze and got off me quickly. "I'm going to bed," he stated before walking away and shutting a door somewhere. Soon I fell asleep in my drunken stupor. When morning came, I had a raging headache and a horrible feeling. As I remembered everything that happened the night before, I swore. "Shit, I gotta go!" I ran my hands over my face in shame. I quickly donned my shoes and ran out of the house. That was a week ago, and now I stood at the door of our organization meeting. I hadn't returned any of Samuel's texts asking about the party, and Ashton hadn't messaged me at all. I hesitated at the door. "Hey Thomas," James greeted me as he came up in the hall behind me. "Hey," I said hesitantly. "Well? Are you going in?" He raised an eyebrow at me. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Much to my disappointment, Ashton wasn't in the room, and he didn't show up for the meeting. I sighed, annoyed, and James seemed to pick up on my sour mood. As we were leaving, he asked me to stay back. "Thomas, is everything alright? You seemed a bit out of it today." I shrugged. "Did something happen at the party? I know the guys were excited for it." I tensed, giving him a wary look. "I don't really want to talk about it." "Relax, I'm not going to do anything," he chuckled. "If you ever want someone to talk to, I'm always here." With that, he breezed out of the room. The next week, Ashton still didn't show up to the meetings. He told Dave he was busy. The week after, though, it seemed clear to me that he was ignoring me. Ashamed, I ended up asking James to talk. He took one look at my sad face and ushered me to his apartment. "Do you want some tea or something?" He asked me as he put a kettle on the stove. "No, I'm good," I responded, sitting down on a couch. The apartment was small, with one room with a small stove and couches and a table. A door was off to the side, probably the bedroom and bathroom. "So, what happened?" I burst into tears. Mortified, I hid my face in my hand, trying to stop the avalanche of emotions. "Whoa, calm down!" James said, but that only made me cry harder. James sat down on the sofa next to me, tentatively wrapping an arm around me. "What's going on? Does this have something to do with Ashton?" Taking a shaky breath, I nodded. "The night of the party?" "Y-yeah. I got really drunk, and I..." I trailed off, embarrassment coloring my cheeks as I hesitated to reveal my rejection. "Are you gay?" James asked bluntly. "Y-yes," I whispered shamefully. "Hey, you know there's nothing to be ashamed of. That's part of who you are, and that's cool," James reassured me. "He rejected me," I said, whimpering slightly. "Why?" I shrugged my shoulders hopelessly, erupting in another round of sobs. James shook his head, grabbing some tissues for me and letting me cry all the tears out. Eventually, I lay exhausted on his sofa. "The bathroom's through that door if you want to clean up a bit," James suggested, and I nodded. As I left the room, he took his phone out. I stared at myself in the mirror, seeing my red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Splashing water on my face, I desperately tried to clean up my appearance a bit. It didn't do much, though, and I resigned myself to looking awful in James' presence. As I walked back in, though, I noticed that it wasn't just James in the room. Ashton was there, too. Wanting Him Ch. 02 Recap: As I walked back in, though, I noticed that it wasn't just James in the room. Ashton was there, too. I froze. "A- Ashton?" I asked shakily, frozen in the doorway to James's bedroom. He responded with those four words everyone dreads: "We need to talk." I nodded, seemingly mute, and forced my legs to move. I dropped down onto the sofa, practically collapsing as my mind raced. "Yeah, I'm just gonna... go... do stuff," James said awkwardly, grabbing his coat and running out the door, leaving Ashton and I alone in the apartment. I stared up at Ashton. He was standing by the kitchen counter, leaning on it. He seemed to be thinking, and my traitorous eyes gleefully drank in his appearance. He was wearing one of those muscle shirts. I could clearly see his biceps and the outline of his abs through the white shirt. Blue jeans and a thick brown belt covered his lower area and a cross necklace dangled from his neck. His beard looked unkempt and his eyes had bags under them. "So James tells me you are feeling rejected," Ashton broke the silence. I bit my lip, shrugging my shoulders and nodding a bit. I felt raw and helpless. I most certainly did not want to be having this conversation with him right now. I was exposed, and I could just feel his gaze boring into me. Ashton's eyes flickered down to my lips, and I swear I saw something flash there, but it was gone too soon for me to tell what it was. "Well?" Ashton prompted me. "Well?" I asked back, puzzled. "Explain." I hesitated, but at his glare, I quickly opened my mouth. No words came out. I tried again. "It's just that, I kissed you." Ashton raised an eyebrow. "A- And, you left," I said, whimpering pitifully. I lowered my gaze as redness filled my cheeks. 'God, why am I such a wimp?!' I internally yelled at myself. "Let's get something straight here. We're not dating. I'm not under any obligation to fuck you." I winced at the harshness of his words. "I get it, you don't want me. Fine," I mumbled. I forced myself up from the couch and scurried towards the door. As I was opening it, I heard a, "Wait." Freezing, I stopped with the door half open and one arm in my coat. "I never said that." At my silence, he groaned. Suddenly, he spun me around, slamming the door shut. "We're not done here," Ashton growled, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't get turned on by that. "Sit down," he said roughly, pushing me onto the sofa and sitting next to me. 'Oh my god,' I thought, almost hyperventilating. "So maybe I was a little bit harsh. But I don't like obligations. I'm a one-time-fuck. One night stands are the essence of college, and you can't expect any more than that from me." "O- Okay." "So. You have two options: we can do nothing, or we can do no strings attached, pure pleasure sex. No loving, just fucking." The way he said 'fucking', with a slight bit of an accent, made me suck in my breath and my cock throb in my pants. But could I do no strings attached? I hadn't even dated someone before, as embarrassing as it was to admit that. I would never tell this hot guy that. Suddenly, something reminded me. "Why haven't you been to animation club?" I questioned him. Ashton closed his eyes and sighed. "Has nothing to do with you," he said gruffly. I was a bit taken aback. He seemed to notice, but he didn't say anything in response. "Look, what's your number? I'll text you my address. Let me know if you want to fuck, but know that I won't be exclusive and it'll just be a one night stand." I nodded mutely. He took my phone, entered his number, and sent me a message with his address. Before I could even register anything, he left the apartment, leaving me shocked and extremely turned on. - That was Thursday, and on Saturday, I stared at my phone. 'Hey Ashton, it's Thomas. Are you free tonight?' was on my screen. I hesitated, my finger hovering over the send button. 'Fuck it,' I thought, sending the message and immediately throwing the phone away from me like it was on fire. I hugged my knees as I sat on my bed. I was initially hesitant to take Ashton up on his offer, but after spending two nights dreaming of him and waking up hard and throbbing, I couldn't help but wonder what I was missing. 'Sure. Come over after eight,' he responded. It seemed a bit unusual to just plan a hook-up so brazenly like we were doing, but I knew there wasn't going to be a date or anything beforehand. 'It would be nice to be pampered sometime,' I thought wistfully. Shaking my head, I cleared it of thoughts about romance and love. Those wouldn't be present with Ashton. 'A guy like him would never fall for a guy like me.' At 7:50, I left my dorm room, wearing another one of my roommate's shirts and some simple jeans. I donned a hat and winter jacket; it was freezing cold. I rushed down the street to his apartment. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of my feet to stay warm. Ashton opened the door, and all I could think was, 'Holy mother of Jesus, that is a sight I would gladly see every day.' He was wearing a tight t-shirt and leather jacket. Black jeans and his signature necklace just enhanced the view. He looked so incredibly hot. Sinfully sexy. 'Fuck me, please,' I thought. "H- Hi," I stuttered out. He ushered me through the door. Inside was warm. I shrugged off my sneakers and jacket, placing it by the door. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked me, walking into the kitchen. "Just some water please," I murmured, following him. "So, before we do this," he said, filling a glass in the sink. He turned around and faced me, looking straight into my eyes. I could feel him staring into my soul. "Are you a virgin?" I froze, blushing furiously. "Thought so," he nodded. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you... too much. No promises." He smirked, and despite my nervousness, my cock stood to attention. "Relax," he said, but it didn't really help. He sighed. I felt like I was just bothering him. 'Maybe I should just leave,' I thought. "Let's watch some TV," Ashton suggested, guiding me to the couch. He pulled me down next to him on the sofa. I sat awkwardly, perched on the edge. Ashton sighed. He grabbed my hips, pulling me in closer, and turned on the TV to some random channel. I couldn't watch the TV at all. I tried to sneak peeks at him out of the corner of my eye. I scanned his face, staring at his mouthwatering chest. He was so chiseled, so sculpted. I shifted in my seat a little uncomfortably as certain areas started to grow a bit. I glanced back up at his eyes only to see them staring at me, twinkling in amusement a bit. I flinched, pulling away from him. He gave me a smile. "Stare all you like. It's getting a bit hot in here, isn't it?" He stated, almost to himself as he pulled off his jacket. I couldn't help scanning the new skin showing. 'Fuck.' He was so strong and muscular... Suddenly, his hot mouth claimed mine. I moaned as he loomed over me on the couch and desperately tried to mimic his actions. My cock stood to attention. "Aah," I groaned as Ashton bit gently on my lip. "Fuck," he said, grinding against me. "Yes," I panted as he started kissing down my neck. "Oh god!" I whimpered. "You like it here?" He teased me, but I couldn't even be embarrassed about it. I clumsily tried to grind against him, and he grabbed my ass, pulling it towards him. He placed my hand around his waist. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as licked down my collar bone and started sucking. "Oh! Fuck! Yes!" I whimpered, trying to get even more impossibly close to him. He leaned away from me, and I cried out at the loss of contact. His hands reached for the hem of my shirt and he swiftly pulled it over my head. "Ohhhh," I moaned when he bent his head down and swirled his tongue against my nipple. "I love your reactions," Ashton said, releasing it and licking my ear. "You're so responsive. I love the way you're squirming beneath me." "Mmmm," I said, not even able to form words as I rested my head against his chest. "Damn, all the things I want to do to you. Tell me, do you like it slow? Or how about hard and fast? I could have you up against the wall, slamming into you... You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'd have no mercy for your body. I'd fill you to the brim." "Oh my god," I said blissfully. I was so incredibly turned on. I felt like I was going to explode any minute. "Aw, your poor cock seems to be lacking attention," Ashton said, smirking at me. "Let me help you out there." He reached down, slowly unzipping my jeans. His hand was careful to avoid my throbbing length. I whimpered and pushed against him, trying to get him to touch me. "Please," I whispered. "Please what? Stop? It'd be such a shame. You're aching so much." "NO!" I exclaimed loudly, and Ashton chuckled at me. "Your wish is my command." He swooped down and my hands found my way into his hair. I tugged at it, trying to pull it closer. "Uh uh, don't be naughty or I'll have to tie you up," Ashton scolded. I moaned with need. "Please..." "Please what?" "Please... Please... Please touch me!" I screamed wantonly, so far gone that I wasn't even embarrassed. "As you wish," he said, taking a finger and slowly drawing out against my straining length. His hands grabbed my jeans and pulled them down, leaving my boxers tented. His face was impossibly close. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to touch it? Stroke it? Kiss it? Maybe even lick it?" Ashton asked me, his breath caressing my dick. "Ohhh," I groaned, the only thing I could say. His fingers stroked me, hitting all the right spots. I arched into him. "M... More... Please," I whimpered. "You don't like teasing?" He asked rhetorically before slowly, torturously pulling down my boxers. His mouth gave small kisses on the surrounding regions, sucking on my thighs and licking around my dick but never quite touching it. "Please!" "Please what? I don't know what you mean." "Oh fuck. Oh! Please. Please suck me!" His warm mouth enveloped me, eagerly licking me and sucking on my dick. "Oh god. Yes! More! Ohhhh..." I groaned as I came, gushing over and over. I spilled into his mouth, staring down into is eyes as he sucked my dick. "Oh..." I sighed with contentment, relaxing and passing out. Wanting Him, Wanting Her It was late, I was still working, my boss kept keeping me late, every Saturday evening, I have no idea why. I would ask, but she kind of scares me. Alex Heaton, business tycoon, multi-millionaire, bit of a bitch, but so amazingly beautiful. The office door knocked, I looked up and said "Come in" in a tired voice. I'd been working since 7 this morning; it was now 11.30 at night. I just wanted to finish my report as soon as possible so I could go home to my weird roommate and eat the cold pizza he'd left me, then get some sleep seeing as it was my day off on Sundays. I planned to sleep most of the day, and then laze about for the rest of the day. Single life was pretty boring, I should know, I'd been single for the last 7 months. "Matthew, have you finished the report yet?" Alex asked as she entered my office. A vision of beauty, I couldn't but let my imagination float away with thoughts of her, "Matthew baby, would you like to touch me?" she said seductively, her eyes dark, as though they were burning into my very soul. "Yeah, you have no idea. I want to bend you over my desk and punish you for being such a naughty girl" I replied, licking my lips. My daydream was rudely concluded by the real life Alex waving her hand in front of my face, "Hello-o, Matt? Lost you there for a second, the report?" she said with a lopsided smile on her face. "Oh, yeah, I'm just finishing it right now, I'll be done in ten minutes, you could come back then, or take a seat, I don't mind." I told her in a shaky voice. She sunk into the chair opposite me, my eyes never left her for a second, I wanted her so much, but I'd never get the courage to say anything to her. Plus, she is way out of my league. As I continued writing the report, Alex got up and walked behind me to look out of the window, as she walked past me, her hand brushed my arm, it was like a shock of electricity shot through my entire body, targeting specifically my crotch area, which is when I obtained something very hard. "Oh shit" I thought, surely she'd notice if she looked, my pants aren't exactly loose. "I've finished, Alex." I informed her in a slightly more confident voice than previously. "Thanks Matt, it's been a long day, you can go..." She said turning to face me, I began to get up when she said "...as soon as you've fucked me." This caused my mouth to drop. "I'm sorry??? What did you say?" I said, obviously thinking I was daydreaming again. "You heard me. I've been watching you Matthew, lust in your eyes every time you see me, I know you want me." She told me with a mischievous grin on her face. She walked in front of me, her pure white work shirt unbuttoned, she pushed my chair back, took off her shirt and sat in my lap. She grabbed my hand and placed it onto one of her breasts "Do you like that?" she whispered into my ear while she planted tiny kisses on the side of my face. "Yeah" I breathed in disbelief, this couldn't be happening, maybe I'd fallen asleep and I was dreaming. Yeah. That must be it, I'm dreaming. She got up then kneeled in between my legs which she'd forced apart. "Matt, you look so hard" She said stroking me flirtatiously "Maybe I should put it to use" she said in a husky voice. She unzipped my pants and pulled my quivering member out. "Your dick is so big Matt, I want it all." She told me whilst licking her lips. To be honest, right now I really didn't care whether this was a dream or not, this is what I've wanted for so long. She surprised me with her warm, wet mouth then as she began sucking me. It was so good. I grabbed hold of her head and begun moving it up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder, my whole body felt as though it was going to erupt, "I'm going to come, Alex, I'm going to come" I panted as I emptied myself into her mouth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt invincible, but I wanted more, more of her, I needed to punish her, for the many months she'd kept me holding on. It was time to make my daydreams come true. I opened my eyes and stared into her burning eyes, and she stared back into mine. I got up, took her shoulders in my hands, turned her around, I kissed down her neck and her shoulder while my hands reached round and undid her trousers and pushed them down. She said nothing, just kept shoot secret smiles at me. "I think you should get rid of these silly clothes" I said in an extremely demanding voice, she nodded in agreement, kicked her heels off and let her trousers slide off. And there a beautiful woman stood wearing nothing but a bra and a tiny pair of thongs which didn't leave much to the imagination. I let her take off my shirt and then we were stood together, deeply breathing. We both fell to the floor together, I let my hand slowly float down in between her legs, where I expertly removed her thongs, my fingers fluttered to her inner thighs, as I forced my fingers deep inside her, I heard her gasp in pleasure and moan for me to give her more, "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked her in a voice I almost didn't recognize. "Yes." She said in a breath. "I didn't hear you, scream, you want more". I had no idea who this person was that had taken control of my body, I never knew I could be this person. "I WANT MORE!" She shouted. I took my fingers out and moved myself on top of her, I forced myself into her, she was wet so it went in easily, I heard her moan as I put my full length inside her "Oh Matt, yeah, I want more, I want it hard" she told me. I pushed inside her as hard as I could, her whole body shook with pleasure, I went faster and faster, as her orgasm peaked and we came together in a rush of amazing pleasure. "I never thought, not for one second you'd be like that." She whispered in my ear as she drifted to sleep on my shoulder. I lay awake for a while going over what had happened in my head, over and over. I smiled to myself, lifted Alex up and carried her to the couch I had in my office, and covered her with the blanket I kept here for the occasions I slept here. I then gathered my clothes and got dressed. I kissed her on the forehead before leaving, I walked to the door of the dark office, turned, to take one final glance at the sleeping angel, and then I left.