The Tension

"No, Jerk, I'm not a complete idiot!" I screamed for perhaps the umpteenth time since I'd known him. Darien Shields was such an asshole it amazed me sometimes. He was arrogant, rude, smart, and passionate which ironically worked for him when he wasn't arguing with me.

Then again, we were always arguing. Honestly, I'm not really sure why I come to this place to suffer his abuse and yet I do. Day after God damned day I come here to visit with my friends and oogle the owner only to be accosted by his best friend. How Andrew could stomach being this man's friend I'll never know.

"Really Meatball head? Past test scores and parental actions say otherwise. When did your mother last lock you out for bad academics? If I recall correctly, it was very recent." He retorted in his cool and collected manner. Oh how I longed to slap that smug look off of his beautiful face.

The thought of how gorgeous he was immediately made me sad. While I told myself that I came here every day to eye fuck Andrew and visit the girls I knew the truth. Darien was the one I wanted. He was the tall dark Adonis that occupied my every thought, every dream, and every masturbation session. The number of times I had brought myself to climax with his face in my mind and name on my lips could probably earn me a world record.

"Hello? Meatball head? Good God, you're not even smart enough to hold a conversation anymore." He sighed and rolled his eyes bringing me back from yet another Darien fantasy. As I came to I registered his words and felt my blood boil. This man, was going to be the end of me.

"MAYBE YOU'RE THE PROBLEM YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! EVER THINK OF THAT?" I shouted with all of the anger I could muster. It must have worked because everyone in the arcade stopped in their tracks to stare at me. Even Andrew was giving me a wide-eyed stare.

I could feel my filters coming back to me as I came down from my anger but I couldn't budge. Not now, not when I was trying to get somewhere with this argument. I'm not sure where I was going with it but I had snapped somehow. I needed to change this dynamic between us.

"Wow, listen to you bringing out the big girl words. Your mother know you talk like that?" He turned fully towards me, his casual barstool pose was one I very much enjoyed. He was slightly reclined as he leaned his back against the bar, a recline that was just enough to accentuate his lower torso.

I wanted to rake my eyes over him but I refused to let him know the effects he had on me. "My mother would applaud me for waiting so long to use them I'm sure she wouldn't mind." I retorted and placed my right hand on my hip, then leaned towards him, pulled on my lower left eyelid down and stuck my tongue out at him. I knew it was a childish thing to do but I didn't care. I was pulling out all the stops.

"And back to five we go." He chuckled and reached across himself to grab his cup of coffee. "How do your friends put up with you? You flip back and forth from childish to semi-mature so quickly I get whiplash. They must be saints." He sipped his coffee again. My eyes quickly dashed to his lips then back to his eyes. He was amused! I could see it in those midnight depths he was actually amused by this verbal war.

"My friends don't piss me off like you do." I growled and crossed my arms. For the most part my friends were pretty good. Raye always liked to aggravate me but it came from a place of love.

"Oh, so they coddle you. Understood." He nodded and took another sip. "I'm not the coddling type." He offered with a shrug. "I prefer to deal with problems head on." I felt my insides churn at that. Something about those words made my libido immediately awaken. I was once again greeted with a mental image of him marching forward from his spot and crushing me against the windows behind me. His lips devouring mine hungrily.

"Really? I'm a problem am I?" I huffed my response and gave him my best glare. I was going to need to leave soon. The space between my legs was beckoning for some attention and I certainly wasn't going to get it from him.

Suddenly, Darien was speechless. I could tell because he took a long, slow sip of his coffee then placed it back on the counter carefully. Each movement was done with such care I could tell he was trying to form a response. I wanted him to admit it, admit to me just how he saw me. Was I just the nuisance girl he had to put up with, or were we something else?

"I would think the answer to that is obvious." He chose the cool response, as always. He had a way of never answering the questions I asked him preferring to turn them back on me. Not today! I wasn't playing this game today!

I marched to him and jabbed my finger into the space between his collarbones. The contact made me tingle all over but I ignored it. "If I'm such a fucking problem for you, then why do you insist on engaging me every day?" I spat at him. I was so close, I hadn't realized it but I had moved into his personal space, my petite frame was between his casually open legs, my torso leaned over his ever so slightly.

I didn't dwell though. It wasn't safe to be that close to him. I pulled away and marched to the door. Turning back towards him briefly I saw a look on his face and a light in his eyes I'd never seen before. "Whatever Fucktard, I'm leaving!" I gave a winning smile and glided out the doors.

My heart was pounding. Whatever look that was, it almost levelled me! I stayed calm and collected until I was out of view of the arcade windows then ducked into an alley, threw my back against the wall, and proceeded to hyperventilate. Jesus Christ! The effect he had on me!

He had no idea of course. If only he knew, maybe that would change things. I should just rush back in there and jump him. It would be so easy to do. So simple and yet… I couldn't get up the nerve to do it. The shiver that ran through me reminded me of how turned on I was which elicited a groan and a lip bite. I closed my eyes only to see him there with those eyes. That gleam he had when I left. That gleam would haunt my dreams tonight for sure.

I groaned again and opened my eyes only to feel my stomach drop.

"Like I said, head on." He repeated purposefully and grabbed me up into a passionate kiss. I didn't even have time to rebut his lips were frantic, his tongue pushing through my own and into my mouth. I moaned a bit and sucked on his tongue causing him to crush his body against mine. In that moment I knew what that look had been. Lust. His lower half was straining against his clothes and pushing into me in a very obvious manner.

A few moments later, our kiss had yet to lighten, and I moaned louder as he broke the kiss and refocused his efforts on the side of my neck. I pretty much lost it at this point. My body turning to mush and my head began to float above my body. Oh God! All of my fantasies paled in comparison to this moment.

Then just like that, he pulled away from me. I was leaning against the wall as it was the only support I had. My legs were useless at the moment and I wasn't sure when they would be useful again. Drearily focusing on him I saw him run his hand through his hair and straighten his clothes a bit. "Come on Meatball head." He offered me his hand and I simply stared at him. My anger returned to me quickly.

What kind of fucked up game was he playing with me? Who does that to someone then totally backs out when things were getting good? I started to open my mouth only to have him place a finger on my lips. "Not one word. Come." It was a demand and something in me told me to follow.

Taking his hand he immediately set off, dragging me down the street towards some destination on his mind. I practically stumbled behind him, my aroused stupor not yet waning. When I finally thought to pay attention to where he was taking me I found myself in a part of town I had never been in before. It was nice, really nice. Then again, I didn't have much time to process where I was before he pulled me into a large building, through a lobby, and into an elevator. Once inside he ran his hand through his hair again.

I was starting to finally regain myself as the elevator doors opened and he pulled me down a hallway to a door. I then realized where we were and felt my insides melt again. Fuck yes! He pulled keys from his pocket and opened the door. I needed little more invitation than that and attacked him full on. My lips crushing his, my tongue invading his mouth with purpose. We moved through the space, he expertly guiding me as I discarded my clothing and tugged at his shirt. He obliged and was shirtless in moments. Neither of us said a word or even uttered a sound as we kissed and clothes were discarded. We didn't need to say anything.

Once we were totally naked he slammed me against a wall, his body crushing mine once more as his lips reconnected with my neck. I moaned again and felt his hands moving over me, massaging my skin as he explored.

When his hand grasp my breast I gasp as he squeezed ever so gently and began to play with it. He fingers moved over my soft supple skin, brushing my nipples. That simple action caused electricity to shoot through my body and centralize in my lower regions. I whimpered a bit and was rewarded with his hands immediately moving to my lower half and lifting me up.

In one swift move he was inside me, his length stretching and filling me. Pain suddenly shot through my body as I felt my insides tear a bit but I didn't care. Darien suddenly stopped and pulled back a little, his body not leaving mine. "I didn't know you were a virgin. I'm sorry." He breathed heavily and pressed his forehead to mine. "I shouldn't have… I'm sorry." He repeated.

"I'm not." I reassured him and reinstated the kiss. I wasn't going to let my inexperience ruin this. No way, no how. My words seemed to work as I felt him move within me slowly. I had my arms and legs wrapped around him and I could feel his every muscle flex and loosen as he moved. It was almost enough to end me but I wouldn't be so easy. He broke the kiss and put his fore head to mine again, his breathing steady as he moved within me.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, almost dreamily. "You have no idea how hard this is. I've wanted you for far too long for this to be satisfying."

"Don't hold back Jerkface." I breathed and gasp as he slammed into me, hard. His eyes focused on mine then darkened as an evil smile spread over his face. "What?" I asked wearily then screamed in ecstasy as he drove into me again. Unlike his previous pace he was wild this time. His thrusts were primal, each one more desperate than the last as he claimed me. Every time he pushed into me I cried out for him. It was the only way I could tell him how much I enjoyed what he was doing. He seemed to appreciate my noises because he would occasionally groan and grunt his approval.

As he carried on I could feel the tension building within me and threw my head back against the wall. Closing my eyes I let me mouth drop open a bit as I tried to pull more air into my lungs. Nothing helped of course, this feeling was so much more intense than when I brought myself to this point. Was the the power Darien had over me? Or was this just the feeling you had with another person? I wasn't sure.

"It's okay Meatball head. Cum for me." He encouraged me breathily. "Come on baby." He added. I couldn't stop myself even if I tried. The tension that had been building up rushed through me making me cry out his name. And then I felt a warm explosion inside of me as he shuttered and crushed me futher into the wall.

Both of us stayed still, and finally when I had retained myself I opened my eyes to see him focusing on me, his usual midnight color had returned. "Shit!" He suddenly hissed, pulled himself out of me, then set me down. "Shit! I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry!" He cursed himself again and pressed his back to the wall. "Idiot!"

I was crushed. He regretted this, regretted us. No, he regretted me. I felt tears well in my eyes as I felt all of the happiness and satisfaction drain from me. He did hate me after all. This was some sort of pity thing. I bowed my head and began to collect my clothes trying my damndest not to let him see me cry. I wasn't going to let him know how much I was hurting right now. I had just lost my virginity to a man who hated me.

"What are you doing?" He suddenly asked me with a confused tone. I ignored him so he grabbed hold of my arm gently. "Meatball head?"

"Getting my clothes. I'll leave." I sobbed a bit in response. Damn! There was no way he wasn't going to notice that sob. Here it came, that self-righteous tone of this that signaled he did this to hurt me.

"Serena… what's wrong. Don't leave." He grabbed my chin and lifted my face up so he could see me. My eyes briefly connected with his and I saw panic in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I was too rough wasn't I? I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you liked it." He was apologizing and his eyes were searching mine, his hands almost fluttering over my face. He looked so unsure of what to do. It confused me.

"No… Darien… it's okay. I get it. You really don't like me. I just thought…" My words dropped as a tear escaped my eye. He watched it fall and frowned.

"What are you talking about? I love you." He breathed and I felt my confusion build.

"But you said… you shouldn't have…" I paused and searched his eyes for meaning. What had he meant then? If he had meant to make love to me and didn't regret that then what shouldn't he have done?

"Serena… I wasn't wearing a condom. I…" His words faltered and he shook his head. "I was stupid. Your first time and everything. I'm sorry. I'll buy you the morning after pill. It won't happen again. I promise. Next time I'll be better."

Next time. He wanted a next time! I felt my heart soar at that. Then I sobered to what he was saying. We'd just had unprotected sex. I smiled at him a bit. "It's okay, I'm on the pill."

"Regardless. That isn't one hundred percent effective. I shouldn't have done that. I just wanted you so badly I wasn't thinking." He shook his head. The calculating man I knew was back, only this time he was remorseful and self-loathing.

I simply stood there staring at him self-reflect. I had never seen this side of him before and it warmed my heart to know it exists. I opened my mouth to reply only to jump as there was a loud knock on the door. "Police! Open up!" I paled. What did the police want?

"Shit. Here, put this on." He tossed me his button up shirt and quickly threw on his pants. "Coming!" He shouted and rushed to the door as I pulled the shirt on and quickly buttoned it. "Can I help you?" He pulled open the door for the police.

"We got a domestic violence call from one of your neighbors. Came to check up on that. Mind if we come in? I could hear the cop's authoritative voice, the one that said he wasn't going to take no for an answer. In a few moments there were two police standing in the space I now realized was a living room. Their eyes swept over everything and focused on me and our discarded clothes. The taller of the two police men locked eyes with me then glanced at his partner who gave a nod.

"Hey pal, why don't we step into another room while my partner here speaks with the lady?" Darien nodded and quickly moved into what I assumed to be his bedroom. The door was shut and I was suddenly alone with the police officer.

"We are alone now. Miss, are you okay?" He asked in a serious tone as he looked me up and down. "Just say the word and we'll get you out of here immediately."

I blushed profusely as I realized what was happening. All of my screaming had terrified the neighbors and this officer thought Darien must have been beating me, possibly worse. "N… no… you see… I um… it was our first… um…" I fumbled for words and the officers shoulders relaxed a bit.

"Understood Miss. We'll leave you two alone. Just try to keep it down will you? If we get another call tonight I'm issuing a ticket for noise disturbance." He nodded and walked to the bedroom door. "It's fine, false alarm." He spoke to his partner then led them to the door. "I mean it though. Have a good evening." He then shut the door behind him leaving me to grin at Darien.

"Well then, now that I'm a lady killer apparently." Darien shook his head and walked into the kitchen. "Want some water? I know you have some lungs on you but your throat might need something if I'm going to get you to repeat that performance."

I blushed. "He said if they had to come back he was going to issue a ticket for a noise disturbance." I warned and crossed my arms.

"Oh good! I'll have something to frame when you finally come to your senses and are done with me." He smiled and handed me the glass of water. "I'm hoping to start a collection in fact." I gulped down my water in an attempt to ignore him. "As long as I have you here I can think of all sorts of things to do to you." He added in a sultry voice that made my knees shake a bit.

"Darien…" I warned again and set the glass down on the dining table. "Don't think you're going to just get me into your bed so easily. You owe me a pill, remember?"

"True. If you want, you can go and take a shower while I go and get it for you." He offered and took the glass into the kitchen.

"Yes please. A shower would be great." I smiled happily. I hadn't realized how unclean I felt until that moment. I could feel the results of our lovemaking coating me a bit and if we were going at it again I wanted to get cleaned up.

"Very well then." He nodded and showed me to the bathroom. "Enjoy your shower." He commented and left me to myself. The shower was wonderful and everything smelt like him. I sniffed every bottle in the shower and felt myself getting aroused again. God damn! I couldn't even smell him and be spared my incessant libido.

As I washed my womanhood I realized how much I had enjoyed our lovemaking. It was more than just the physical connection, although that had been great, but I also felt more at peace at the moment than I ever had before. He brought peace to my somewhat frantic heart.

I took my time washing and scrubbing to get clean. I felt like he had invaded every cell of my body and in a way I was glad but I wanted to be desirable again. He surely wouldn't want me in the state I had been in.

"Mind if I join you?" He suddenly stepped into the shower nude and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his manhood pressing against my lower back as he caressed me from behind. My innards immediately liquefied. All of my washing for naught. Damn him! "You're so irresistible." He whispered into my ear and nibbled the lobe a bit as he fondled one of my breasts and reached his other hand down to my core. I gasp as he gently rubbed my clit and leaned my head back onto his shoulders. How easily he pleased me!

"Did you get the…" My words dropped off as he tentatively pushed a finger into me and stroked my inner walls. "The…mmmm." I groaned and gasp as he slipped another finger into me and pressed his lips to my neck again. The sensations running through me were intense. The hot water, his lips and teeth, his hand fondling me, and his other invading me all combined into a perfect symphony of pure bliss. He had rendered me completely helpless and he knew it. His skill clearly no match for any resistance I may have had inside me.

I felt my orgasm building again and bit my lip as he slightly squeezed my nipple and sucked my neck harder. I moaned against him, my arms loose at my sides as I let him completely support my weight. "Come on baby…" He whispered against my ear and nibbled a bit on my lobe again. "Let me know how much you like this." His voiced filled my head and I nodded my compliance.

"Dare… I…" I tried to answer him, tell him how much I appreaciated him. The words wouldn't form though. Especially when he pressed his thumb a little harder into the bundle of nerves at my entrance. I threw my head back again and felt white hot pleasure ruse through me as I orgasmed for the second time. My body shook a bit as a let out a satisfied cry. Nothing too loud but not really quiet either.

"That's my girl." He smiled into my ear and moved his hands around my waist again. "Trade me places?" He asked and maneuvered so he was in the water. I leaned up against the wall as I let the orgasm run its course then finally opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me in the water. He was simply staring at me as he let the water cascade down his back and boy did he look sexy as hell.

I took the opportunity to take in the sight of him, his strong frame held a tone muscular body. Nothing too bulky but he had power to him. He had the type of figure that most men dream of having and most movie super heroes worked so hard to get. I moved my eyes down to his manhood and felt my insides quiver again. He was large and thick. So much so I was surprised that he fit inside of me. I wondered how much I could get in my mouth…

My eyes snapped back to his only to see that darkened gleam there again. With some hesitance I stepped towards him and grasp him in my hand. My hands looked so small in comparison to him. Carefully I stroked him from base to tip, taking the time to really judge his length. I wasn't sure If I could fit him in my mouth really. He was too big. I frowned a little at the idea. I wanted to make him happy but there was no way I was going to be able to please him in that way. I continued to stroke him absentmindedly then realized what I was doing. I glanced at him tentatively to see if he liked it and found his eyes flooded with lust. "Do you… like this?" I asked hesitantly.

"I like anything you do to me Meatball head." He nodded which gave me confidence. I looked back down at him and stroked again. I licked my lips wanting to try it. I had read some of my mother's magazines a while back that talked about proper technique. It seemed to be a thing that men liked. Would Darien like it? I resolved myself to finding out.

Without warning I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. A muffled groan escaped his lips telling me he did, indeed, enjoy this. I moved further forward, taking more of him into my mouth. I mentally frowned a bit, there was still so much length left! I let out a breath and moved further, his member touching the back of my throat and causing my muscled to contract a bit. I pulled back and heard him groan. I tried again, he touching the back of my throat and moving back once more. He shuttered a bit and I looked up to see one hand grasping the top of the glass wall and the other over his eyes. I smiled inwardly at that and repeated the action a few more times.

He continued to groan then dropped his hand away from his eyes and looked down at me. I blushed a little only to have his eyes darken immediately. I pulled almost completely away from him, my lips popping over the ridge of his head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Curiously I sucked a bit and he quivered a bit then grabbed the back of my head and a handful of hair to steady me. I moved forward again combining the sucking with the forward motion and was surprised when he pulled me forward with his hand and back again. His involvement took me a bit by surprise as he continued to maneuver me. I had to get into a rhythm of breathing so I didn't choke but found that my saliva was beginning to be a problem. It was thickening and running out of my mouth at a surprising rate, coating him and leaving a buildup that ran down my chin every time he moved me forward.

"Serena…" He moaned my name and placed his other hand on his member in front of my mouth. The combination of him stroking and my mouth seemed to really get him going as he started to move his hips as well, further complicating my breathing process. "I'm going to cum…" He stated and started to pull me away from him. I fought against him and felt him release into my mouth. The warm, salty sweet liquid stung a bit as I swallowed it.

Once I had swallowed all of it I pulled back and looked up at him. One of his hands then moved to my cheek as he looked down at me with a crooked smile. "I didn't think you were going to do that." He breathed and pulled me up. "I love you, you naughty girl." He crushed his lips to mine and I pulled away. He didn't need to taste himself so I quickly rinsed my mouth and turned back to him. I was met with an amused look.

"What? I figured you wouldn't want any of that in your mouth." I state simply.

"I don't really give a fuck. I just want you." He crushed his lips to mine again, easily claiming my mouth with his tongue. "Actually, good point." He pulled back a bit then shut the water off. "I have an idea." He smiled and grabbed a towel then pulled me into his room. I looked around briefly as he toweled off then began to towel me. We were right by the bed which I figured was part of his new idea. He moved the towel over me, kneeling to properly dry my legs. Then, to my surprise, he pressed his lips to my lower region. I jumped and he pushed me back into the bed. I fell easily and he immediately crawled up to me and began kissing and licking my womanhood. I groaned and tangled my hand in his hair as he worked. His tongue darting and flicking about in all the right places. He even dove his tongue into me a bit!

I was squirming about under him and gasp as I felt him slide two fingers into me to aid in his work. It wasn't long after that when I felt another orgasm rip through me. This time though, Darien licked at me, lapping up my juices as if his life depended on it. I groaned as he did this and smiled at him as he stood. "Fuck you taste amazing." He smiled and licked his glistening lips. "I'm already hard again." He added then grasp my hips in his powerful hands and flipped me over. He pulled me up so my rear was raised in the air at his hip level and plunged into me again. This time I felt him all the way to his hilt and cried out as I felt him hit my inner barrier. "Is this okay?" He asked and I nodded.

"Good." He sighed and began to thrust into me carefully. He seemed to be judging how far he could go in and out then suddenly plunged into me hard. Cried out with pleasure as he hit my insides and his balls smacked against my clit. He picked up the pace, his length almost moving completely out of me before he plunged back in. It was erotic, slightly painful, and yet satisfying all at the same time. He had hold of my hips, pulling them back as he pushed forwards but then he moved one hand around and pressed my bundle of nerves again. The action sent me reeling into another orgasm, my innards clamping around him, practically milking the orgasm out of him as well. For the third time I felt him empty himself into me then tenderly remove himself and collapse onto the bed beside my now spent body. "I like it when I release into you, so if this is the last time I have to do that then I want to do it as many times as possible." He breathed his explanation heavily.

I nodded my understanding. After I took the morning after pill it would be time to stop this reckless behavior. I only hoped it wouldn't change anything in the future. Would he lose interest in me if he had a condom on? I didn't know. I have no idea how any of that works. "Darien, is condom sex any different?" I asked simply. I could trust him to answer me.

"A little, for me a little at least. I'm not sure if you will notice a difference." He stated and rubbed his eyes a little. "The ones that fit me are thin so it's not too different, I just know that without it, I can feel every little thing going on inside you. I like that. It helps me please you." He rolled over and looked at me. "And I want to continue to please you." He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. "You're the only one I've ever done this with."

"Wait, what? I thought you've had sex before." I felt my brow furrow at my admission. But wait, if he had never had sex before then how would he know the difference between condom sex and unprotected sex? Was he lying to me?

"Let me clarify, I've had sex before, but that's just it. It was just sex. Sort of a one and done situation. I've never made love to anyone. Never not worn a condom. You're the only one." He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. "I've certainly never wanted to go again and again in one sitting, nor have I ever had the cops show up."

"Sorry about that." I blushed again.

He smiled at me in a devilish manner then stood and threw on his pants. "I'm hoping their going to show up right now. I rolled my eyes and went to respond only to hear the door again.

"Mr. Shields! I warned you!" I could hear the same officer as before.

"I'll be right back." He winked and gave me a kiss. "I have to go and get my new wall art item."

In the following months, Darien would have to pay many more tickets. He kept to his word and had the original ticket framed and hung in his living room. When friends first come to visit they ask about it but we never tell. It's our moment to share. One of those defining moments that tells you this isn't a one night thing. It's a forever thing.