The Ivy League (12 page)

Sara sat in her apartment staring out the window.  She felt so lost.  She spent the last three days crying.  Her dreams were a shattered mess.  What she had thought would be a future with Dan had been revealed to be nothing more than an illusion.  She lost her best friend, her academic future, and her fiancé in one fell swoop. 

A knock at the door pulled her out of her stupor. 
She was not at all prepared for the person she found standing on the other end, and she immediately regretted her decision to postpone bathing for the past two days. 

“You have no idea how much trouble it was to find your address,” Banks said, as his eyes ghosted over Sara’s bedraggled appearance.  She had clearly been slumming it since receiving her bad news, but she was still beautiful to him.  “I had to pull quite a few strings to get it.”

“What are you doing here?” Sara said, brushing at her hair with her fingers, hoping it would somehow make her look not so frumpy.

“I tried calling you,” he said, “
but you didn’t answer.”

“Yeah,” Sara said, tucking a greasy lock
of hair behind her ear, “I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.”

“Can I come in?” Banks
said, as he brandished a thick bouquet of roses from behind his back.

“Sure,” Sara said with a half-hearted smile,
accepting the flowers.  She stepped aside, letting him come into her apartment.  If she hadn’t been so upset with everything that had happened, she would have been embarrassed.  This was the first time he was seeing her apartment, and it looked like a disaster.  Clothes and empty tubs of ice cream littered her living room.  But his focus was entirely on her, and he even seemed happy.

“You know,” he said, as Sara went into the open kitchen and rummaged for something to put the roses in, “I hear your surroundings can have a serious effect on your mood.  Perhaps you should do a little cleaning.”

Sara could hear the mocking in his voice, and it made her want to throw his roses right back at him.  Here he was, fully aware of what had just happened to her, and he was poking at her. 

“You’re
happy about this,” she accused, her voice a high-pitched squeal, as she pointed a finger at him.

“Of course,” he said,
his eyes smiling as he closed the distance between them.  “Do you want to know why?”

“Yeah,” Sara sa
id.  She placed a hand on the small curve of her hip.  “I do.  Why would you be happy about my life being ruined?”

“Because,” he said,
pulling her into him and ignoring her grunt of protest, “now, we can be together.”

“What makes you think I’m going to
be with you,” she said, trying only half-heartedly to pull away from him.

“Sara,” he said,
pulling her firmly back into his body with a hand on her back, “You can’t deny the feelings between us.”

Sara wanted to argue, but she
knew he was right.  It was the truth, as much as she didn’t want to admit it.  He had a hold over her that she couldn’t deny.  She suddenly became all too aware of her appearance.

“I need a shower,” Sara said, looking down at herself with a scowl.  She had been wearing the same sweatpants and t-shirt for days
. 

“What an excellent idea,” he said, with a smirk.
He unbuckled his belt, whipping it out of the loops before Sara even had time to say no.

#

The warm water trickled down Sara’s stomach as she tried to balance herself between the cold tile wall behind her and the delicious man enjoying himself between her legs.  She had one leg over each of his shoulders, her hands gripping his hair as he tickled her with his tongue. 

A long, steady moan left her lips.  This was almost too much pleasure for one person to stand.
  The pressure in her abdomen had built to a breaking point, but she needed more.  More than just the single finger he was currently using.

“I want…” she
was trying to tell him that she needed more.  He gently lifted her legs off his shoulders, setting them down on the ground and kissing a path up her stomach to her collarbone.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in her ear, taking the lobe between
his lips and suckling it. 

“I want you,” she said, through heavy pants as she
looked up at him with pleading eyes.  She just couldn’t bring herself to say anything more, hoping he would know what she meant.

“You want me to what?” he mumbled into the wet flesh of her
neck as he hugged her to him.  His engorged length pressed into her abdomen. 

“To
…” Sara bit her lip, not comfortable voicing exactly what she wanted.  Of course he knew, and she knew that he knew.  He only wanted her to say it.  He wanted her to be comfortable saying it.  He wanted her to be able to tell him anything that she wanted from him. 

“Its ok, Sara,” he said, caressing her cheek.  “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me,” she said, almost too softly for him to hear.  “I want you to make love to me.”

It didn’t take him long to comply with her wishes.  He grabbed her buttocks,
easily lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his hips.  He slid easily into her, and a hiss of stinging pleasure left both of their lips. 

He pushed her back up against th
e wall, getting better leverage.  Sara wrapped her hands around his neck, tucking her head into the crook of his neck as she enjoyed the feeling of him entering her, while the warm water cascaded over them.

Banks was trying to hold her up, trying to maintain his speed and technique, but the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around him made him weak in the knees.  He was already close to the edge,
and he couldn’t stop the deep groan from leaving his lips.  His face was contorted, almost as if he was in pain, while he tried to last. 

Finally, he felt Sara clench around him, as he
r lips grunted against his bare chest.  Her fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders, and he pushed her further into the wall behind her as he lost control of his own motions, spilling inside of her. 

#

“I almost forgot,” Banks said, as he lay in the bed with Sara in his arms.  He sat up, reaching for his pants and digging around in the pocket.  He pulled out a small velvet box, and opened it to reveal a massive princess cut diamond ring.

“
As promised,” he said, looking down at Sara with a wink, “much bigger.”