Worlds Collide

The pressure built inside her until it was all Celina could not to scream at the top of her lungs. Christian's cock filled her wet pussy in a way that no cock ever had. And, unlike most men, Christian knew how to use that cock.

Celina bit her lower lip, her eyes closed, drinking in the feel of Christian's cock twitching inside of her. He was close, she could feel it. Her own orgasm was only seconds away. Her fingers dug into his skin, not wanting this moment to end. The pleasure was too much for her, though, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

The smell of sweat and sex mingled in a heady scent. A sheen of sweat covered Celina's body, moving her against the leather. Each thrust of Christian's cock sent her head into the car door. She might have a headache later, but right then she could feel nothing but the pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Oh god." She cried out as Christian pushed her legs up towards her head, his cock going even deeper inside her cunt. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh my fuckin god." Celina all but chanted as her body started to shake. Reaching between their thrusting bodies, she began to rub her clit, her finger instantly slick with her juices.

"Almost...there..." She rubbed her clit faster. Pulling Christian's head down, Celina captured his lips in a rough and passionate kiss, her teeth grazing his lower lip, as her orgasm crashed down on her.

Fighting to catch her breath after possibly one of the best orgasms of her life, Celina lay on the backseat, Christian on top of her. His now limp cock was still buried inside her cum-filled pussy. Their chests pressed tight together, her breasts all but squished as most of Christian's weight rested on her. Their eyes met and Christian quickly pulled out of her, an awkward silence filling the car.

What now? Celina's head started to ache from hitting against the car door. She glanced at Christian, unsure of what to say. What could she say? Thanks for the fuck now get out? Best not to say anything. The silence seemed to stretch, the two of them just sitting there, staring at each other with the smell of sex lingering. Cum slid down her thigh, leaving stains on the leather upholstery. She opened her mouth, to say what she didn't know, but Christian beat her to it.

"Good luck fixing the car," his words were soft, muttered, as he quickly fled the car, buttoning his pants and grabbing his shirt off the ground beside the car. And, like that, Celina was left alone, her bra still pulled beneath her breasts, her skirt still hiked up around her waist.

"Oh no problem," Celina shook her head suddenly very pissed off, "I'm more than happy to serve as a pump and dump." She angrily grabbed up her panties and pulled them on.

"Next time you feel the need a quickie don't call me." She muttered, warming to the newest reason she hated Christian. She adjusted her bra, pushing her heavy breasts back inside the confines of the lace cups. Buttoning her shirt she scooted out of the backseat, and, standing beside the car, adjusted her skirt. Her pussy still felt filled with cum and she could feel it soaking into her panties and sliding down her thigh.

Good thing I'm on the pill, she thought as she climbed into the driver's seat. Seeing as neither of them had even thought of a condom, Celina was more grateful than ever her mom had put her on the pill years ago.

As she drove back to her apartment, Celina's anger at Christian simmered to a dull hate. Her body ached from the intensity of their fuck and, though she wanted to say it would never happen again, she couldn't help wishing that they could have another go.

"Yea, like that's gonna happen." The mocking laugh filled the car as she pulled out into the road. No matter how much her body craved Christian's, Celina knew better than to let him get that close again. She just hoped that they'd still be able to work together on that damn project.

For once in her life Celina was running late. The weekend was a jumble for Celina as she moved from homework to hanging with friends all with the memory of Christian and her in the backseat of her car. Even two days later her body still ached from the quick and furious fuck they'd shared. And the memory of him on top of her, inside her, would not leave. It haunted her sleep, leaving Celina to wake up with a hand between her legs in the hopes that she could reach even an once of the relief Christian had given her.

"Damn him," had become Celina's mantra as she went through the weekend. Whenever anything went wrong she would curse and scream "Damn him!" It had been a very long weekend.

Now, having just dropped her car off at the repair shop, Celina was running late because her friend Stacey had been late in picking her up. Damn him. Hoping that nobody would notice her sneak in, Celina ducked into Dr. Covington's class. Monday's they were always in the lecture hall, filled with tiered seats that looked down at the handsome professor where he stood in, what Celina liked to call "the pit."

There were no empty seats in the back row, which were usually filled by the slackers, Celina didn't doubt that Christian was likely in that row somewhere. No luck with the next row either. Glancing around the room, somewhat frantically, Celina's heart dropped into her stomach when she realized that the only empty seats were in the front row.

Damn him.

Trying to walk as quietly as possible, which was easier said than done when one was wearing knee-high stiletto boots and the steps were linoleum, Celina made her way down towards the front.

"Nice of you to show up, Celina." Dr. Covington's voice, which Celina usually found sexy, seemed to echo through the lecture hall.

The heat of embarrassment flooded her cheeks and Celina was fairly certain that her face was as red as a tomato. The joys of being a redhead. She could hear snickering coming from the other students, particularly the back row.

Damn him.

"I'm very sorry, Dr. Covington," she said, trying to hold her head up and not let those idiots best her, "I had a little bit of car trouble this morning. It won't happen again, I promise."

"See that it doesn't." Dr. Covington replied with a shake of his head as he indicated an empty seat in the front row. Celina quickly moved to fill the seat, her skinny jeans hugging her curves, emphasizing the sway of her hips with each step. She'd dressed in a hurry that morning, knowing that she would be cutting her time close with getting her car to the shop. So she had paired a simple black t-shirt with a plunging v-neck that showed off the gentle swell of her breasts with the jeans. Her flaming red hair had been pulled back in a ponytail. The stiletto boots acting as her only embellishment for the outfit. All in all she looked good, the outfit screaming out a casual "I know I look hot no matter what I wear" vibe. Christian could eat his heart out.

The class resumed and Celina was able to slink into her seat and into oblivion. She barely paid attention to the professor as he droned on about economics. Usually, Celina sat in rapt attention, like many of the female students, watching Covington's every move, drinking in the sight of him. But today, today she just couldn't care.

"Alright, I'm going to end class a little early today. I want you all to spend the last part of class working on your projects. So, you can meet in the room here or go out and enjoy this beautiful day." Covington's words brought Celina crashing back to earth.

Damn him.

Celina's spine stiffened as Christian took the empty seat beside her. She didn't want to look at him, touch him, or be near him. Nothing. She wanted nothing to do with him. So why did the feel of his skin on hers, the way his lips molded against her own, haunt her dreams? Why did the very idea of him inside her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, make her body tingle and the hair on her arms stand on end?

"Did you remember to collect the work we did at the library?" Celina refused to allow his sheepish smile to melt her cold heart. Her will was iron clad and she would not bend to him, no matter how much she wanted to run her hand through his hair as she kissed him. No. She was a strong woman with a backbone made of steel, she would not be brought down by the memory of the way he filled her.

Without a word, Celina pulled her bag into her lap. She dumped the stack of papers onto the desk in front of Christian without moving her gaze to meet his. Yes, she had been overwhelmed after their intense fuck session, but that didn't mean she'd completely forget about the project. After collecting herself that morning she had gone back to the library and made copies of everything they needed. Just because she had let Christian get into her head and...other areas, did not mean she'd let him ruin her grade.

"So inside...or outside?" The innuendo was not lost on Celina. Biting her lip to keep from commenting on what Christian so clearly wanted her to, Celina gathered her things and headed up the stairs to the door of the lecture hall. If she was going to be forced to work with him she would rather do it in the safety of the outdoors. At least then there would be witnesses. Surely Christian wouldn't try anything when people were around. Or was it herself that she worried about trying something. Celina was far more aware than she wanted to be of Christian right behind her. Every bit of her body screamed out for Christian's touch.

Traitor, she thought. She hated him. Loathed him. Wanted to murder him with every fiber of her being. So why, then, did she want nothing more than a repeat of Saturday morning?

Why did he have to be such an annoying prick? Celina rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore Christian's snide comments. If they were going to get through this without killing each other then she would need to brush aside his condescending remarks and be the bigger person.

Through the tree's branches, she could see the sky turning darker, the clouds heavy and grey with the threat of rain.

Great, just great, she thought. The last thing she needed was to be stuck in a downpour with Christian. No doubt he'd relish in the sight of her soaked to the skin, probably make some comment about a wet t-shirt contest.

"What part of the project do you want to work on next, CeCe?" His voice broke through the haze of her thoughts and Celina turned her attention back to Christian.

"Would you please stop calling me that." She had to bite her tongue to keep from yelling at him. The nickname was infuriating and he knew it. Taking in a deep, calming breath, she tried to cool her anger. But it was still there, bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to erupt with the intensity of a volcano that had been dormant too long.

Settling back against the tree trunk, she balanced her computer on her lap.

"Let's start with a basic thesis statement. From there we can go through and find the data that supports that thesis then develop an outline for the points we want to cover." She opened a fresh Word document and looked, expectantly, at Christian. No doubt he already had a retort on the tip of his tongue. What would he say next to undermine or infuriate her?

Christian's show of chivalry was a shock to Celina. But she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and, so, she quickly tugged his jacket on, the leather still warm from his body heat, and gathered her things before the rain could soak it all. As the rain pounded against her, Celina ran after Christian to take shelter.

Thunder boomed in the distance, strong enough to rattle the earth beneath her feet. The heels of her boots sank into the wet grass, making it a little difficult for Celina to run. She tripped into the door that Christian held open for her. Pulling her drenched curls off her face, Celina looked around the building they'd taken shelter in. It wasn't much; just an old maintenance shed that smelled of grass clippings and fertilizer.

"Cozy." Celina commented, the sarcasm clear in her voice as she took in the exposed wood walls, lawn equipment, and a dusty park bench that appeared to have rotted in some places.

Wringing the water out of her hair, Celina glanced at Christian. The rain had soaked through his shirt, plastering it to his skin, the wet fabric contouring to the well-defined muscles of his torso. A jolt of lust coursed through Celina and she couldn't help staring at Christian's muscular form. The raw hunger she felt for Christian, for his body moving against hers, was enough to take her breath away.

Dammit, she didn't want to feel this way towards him. She didn't want to crave his touch, his skin against hers. But it was there nonetheless, that all consuming desire to feel him pulsing inside of her, filling her.

Celina drew in a shaky breath, suddenly very aware of how small the shed really was. Christian stood only a few feet from her, his large frame seeming to fill every inch of the space.

“Okay, look,” her voice could barely be heard over the pounding of the rain on the metal roof, “we’re both adults here. There is no reason why we can’t be civil towards each other. So we fucked, big deal, it’s not like two people haven’t had angry sex before.” She paused, trying to formulate exactly what she wanted to say. Celina met Christian’s gaze head on. “We need to find a way to work together because both of our asses are on the line with this project. So, here is what I propose. It’s obvious that there is tension between us, so, let’s be adults about it and deal. For the duration of this project, I propose that we don’t fight whatever this is,” she waved her finger between herself and Christian, “and just go with it. I mean no strings, no emotions, just sex. I think it’s the only way we’re going to get through this damn project. And, when we’re finished, that’s it, we call it quits. What do you say?”

Celina couldn't stop the moan that sprang from her lips as Christian's knee slid between her thighs, pressing against her denim covered pussy in the most delicious way. She grabbed hold of his soaked shirt, pulling him as close as possible, their chests pressed tight. Her nipples ached as they grew hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

"I seem to recall you liking my claws," her words were rough with lust as she nipped at Christian's lower lip. "At least you didn't complain about them." Her hands moved down to the hem of Christian's shirt, the white fabric completely see-through from the rain. Slipping her fingers beneath the shirt, Celina groaned at the feel of his hot skin. Breaking their kiss, she moved a quick trail of hungry kisses down Christian's hard jaw to his neck then down over his still clothed chest.

Their last encounter had been quick, frantic, and over before Celina could truly enjoy Christian's body. If they were going to go through with this deal, then Celina wanted to enjoy ever minute of it. Finally, she was able to touch and tease Christian in every way she'd been fantasizing about the past few days.

Her lips closed around the nipple clearly outlined by that deliciously transparent t-shirt. Celina moved from one nipple to the other and back again, biting and licking those hard nipples to her heart's content. Her hands continued their journey up Christian's muscled back, pulling his shirt up with each inch. She could feel the scratch marks from their last fuck and couldn't help the self-satisfied grin that tugged at her lips.

The rough wooden wall dug into her back as Christian pressed against her. She could feel his arousal against her hip, their heights very nearly matched, and ground herself against him in a desire for more.

Quickly, she flipped them around, taking charge and pushing Christian back against the wall. This was her deal and she wasn't afraid to let Christian know who was in charge. Pressing her lips against his, she kissed him quickly, her tongue delving hungrily into his mouth as her nimble fingers worked quickly at his belt. With the damn thing undone, Celina made quick work of the button and zipper on Christian's jeans and her hand was instantly inside his pants, cupping the cock that had plagued her dreams and left her waking up wet and unsatisfied. But now she didn't have to dream about Christian's cock inside of her, this time, she could have the real thing.

Her fingers worked his cock slowly, applying a gentle, teasing pressure as she slid down to her knees.

"It's not to late to back out." She teased, looking up at Christian with an expression that clearly said he had better not. Pulling his jeans and boxers down, Celina watched his cock come into view. God it was beautiful. Hard and pulsing, a drop of pre-cum on the large head. Celina licked her lips hungrily, her eyes still locked on Christian's. Without breaking the stare, Celina leaned in, her tongue flicking over the head of Christian's cock, licking off the white bead of pre-cum. She groaned low in her throat, rolling the salty goodness around on her tongue. Even her vivid fantasies couldn't have come close to the reality of holding Christian's cock in her hand and tasting him on her tongue. Eyes still locked with Christian's, Celina bent forward, her pert mouth opening to take the tip of his cock inside.

Looking up at Christian through her full lashes, Celina couldn't stop the low moan that rumbled in her throat as she felt his hands twine in her hair. With his cock filling her mouth, Celina's fingers dug into his muscular hips and sucked his cock further into her mouth until she could feel the tip pushing at the back of her throat. She could feel Christian's cock swelling within her mouth as he guided her head back and forth, fucking her mouth gently. She could feel his hips moving beneath her hands, the muscles rippling against her fingers. Celina could only imagine what they must look like, her on her knees and Christian steadily mouth fucking her, and the mental picture made her even wetter than she already was.

How had they gotten to this point? Even as she hungrily sucked on Christian's cock, Celina couldn't help but wonder what had even led her to suggest this deal. The man made her absolutely crazy, yet she hadn't been able to get their quick fuck out of her mind. She had craved him ever since, her body constantly on fire every time she thought about the few minutes they spent in the backseat of her car. So, here they were, giving into their most basic desires and needs. And Celina couldn't have been happier.

"Get your fucking sexy ass up here," Christian growled, pulling Celina to her feet. Celina released his cock with an audible pop, the taste of his pre-cum still on her tongue. She groaned as Christian quickly stripped off her shirt, her hard nipples showing through the blue lace of her bra. He quickly moved to her jeans and Celina's lips parted with a soft gasp as Christian yanked her jeans and thong down as far as her knee-high boots would allow. She spread her legs as far as she could, the cool air brushing against her heated pussy, making her moan before Christian could even touch her.

The moan quickly turned into a stream of curses that would make a sailor blush as Christian's tongue swept over her slit in a long, teasing lick. Fire coursed through Celina's veins making her entire body burn with need as Christian teased her clit. Damn that boy knew how to use his tongue.

"It's nice to know you can use that tongue for more than snide comments." Celina panted, her fingers tangling Christian's short hair, pulling him closer. "Holy shit," the groan tore from her throat as his finger slid inside her, probing deep inside. She could feel his finger curling within her, the tip of his finger brushing ever so slightly against that spot that not even Celina had been able to hit before. Her knees trembled, threatening to give out beneath her. Reaching her hands above her head, Celina gripped the exposed beam of the ceiling and held on for dear life as Christian tortured her in a way that she never wanted to end.

"If you so much as....oh god yes... think of stopping...fuck... I'll kill you." She bit out between gasps of pleasure as Christian manipulated her pussy. Celina's eyes drifted close as she felt the pressure building inside her. Her stomach twisted into pleasurable knots, her breath coming in quick, frantic gasps. She was going to come soon, she could feel it.

"Fuck yes!" She moaned, biting her lip as the wave of her orgasm came rushing in. Back arching, hips grinding into Christian's touch, Celina gave herself up to the orgasm that racked her body.

Never had Celina had such an explosive orgasm from just a brief tongue fuck. Her knees were still shaking, her breasts heaving with each rough breath. She could feel Christian standing; his fingers and that goddamn talented tongue no longer touching her, which left her pussy feeling cold and lonely. He pulled her close, letting Celina rest her weight on him as she fought to regain her strength. Her breasts pressed firmly against his naked chest. Though she hated to admit it, Celina had to give in to the fact that this felt...nice. Tangled in Christian's arms she felt, though it pained her, happy and content.

The clasp on her bra gave way as she felt Christian tug at it and she couldn't help the devilish smile that pulled at her lips. His arousal was still evident, if the erection pressing against her thigh was any indication, and, though she had just had a mind blowing orgasm, Celina was more than ready for another go. And Christian wasn't shy about letting Celina know what he wanted. His lips captured hers in a heated kiss, their lips and tongues wrapping around the come covered fingers that Christian held between them. There was something so erotic about tasting herself on Christian's fingers and tongue at the same time. She groaned, giving in to the heat of the moment, letting go of any and all doubts of what she wanted. No, what she needed.

The scent of grass clippings and fertilizer mingling with the smell of sex made for a heady aroma and Celina breathed it in deeply, knowing that this scent would be forever ingrained in her mind.

Suddenly, she felt her head pulled back, her hair gripped tightly in Christian's hand as he yanked. His breath was hot on her neck, sending shivers down Celina's spine.

"Ready for round two?" He asked. Celina didn't know how he made his voice so sensual and commanding at the same time. But it was a sound that she loved and sent sparks of desire shooting through her body. Celina tried to nod, but his grip was too tight and she winced as she felt the tug on her hair. How did he know just what she liked? First his tongue now this. It was like Christian could see into her soul, her very depraved and kinky soul.

He controlled her body like a puppeteer, making his horny marionette dance to his tune. And Celina was more than willing to let him. Christian bent her over the decaying bench, dust coating her hands as she held onto the wood. His fingers dug possessively into her hips and Celina knew she would have bruises there the next morning. But she didn't care. She relished the idea that she was under his control. No man had ever taken her so forcefully and Christian's roughness was twisting her stomach in that way that made her pussy clench in anticipation.

"Push yourself back on to my dick," he commanded, rubbing his swollen cock along her slick pussy. Celina groaned as the head of his cock rubbed against her clit. Her head was pulled back, her red hair wrapped around Christian's hand once again, pulling her towards him. A low moan started in the back of her throat, rumbling towards the surface until it passed her lips as a dull roar of desire as she thrust back, taking Christian's cock deep inside her.

"Fuck." She cried out as his cock filled her in a way she'd never felt before. She pushed back until her ass rested against Christian's stomach, taking his entire length inside her. Celina didn't pause to adjust to the fullness of his length, she couldn't, the need to have Christian moving in and out of her was too much. She pulled forward until only the head of his cock was inside her, clenching her pussy tight around him the entire time, before pushing back once more. She could feel his fingers digging ever harder into her hips as the two battled to control the speed of their fucking.

"Come on you bastard," Celina panted, "fuck me like you mean it."

The rain ceased as suddenly as it had appeared and the sun burst through the storm clouds with ease. Outside the maintenance shed life proceeded as usual with students shuffling quickly from class to class, dancing around the sidewalks to avoid the minefield of puddles. Tucked back away from the rest of the buildings, the shed remained in its own little world, the occupants inside its walls wrapped up in their own bubble of ecstasy and completely unaware that the world continued on as usual. Were one to pass by the shed at that given moment and peer inside the dingy window, through the dust and grime one could make out the erotic sight of a woman being taken, quite roughly, from behind. The sounds of the couple's pleasure could be heard clearly through the walls.

Thankfully, no one did pass the maintenance shed, not that Celina would have noticed anyone spying on them. She had more important things to focus on.

Fingers wrapped around the bench's arm so tightly that her knuckles were turning white, Celina's breath game in quick, frantic gasps as Christian rammed his cock into her pussy. His fingers dug into her hips, roughly pulling her back against him, her ass hitting against his stomach with the force of his thrusts. Her heavy breasts swayed obscenely as her body rocked back and forth. Sweat pooled on her skin, gliding provocatively down her heated flesh.

"Fuck yes. Harder." Her words came in quick breaths. "Oh god."

Yes, Celina absolutely hated Christian, but there was no denying the sexual chemistry between them. No matter what she thought of Christian as a person the man was an unbelievable fuck. Most men were afraid of hurting Celina, they treated her like a porcelain doll that they had to treat gently lest they break her. Little did those men know that Celina liked it rough. She wasn't a figurine that could be broken by a rough hand. She was an Amazon, a woman who knew what she wanted, fierce and eager to give as hard as she got. And Christian was not afraid to use her roughly.

She could feel his hands wrapping around her shoulders, giving more force to his thrusts. Shivers of pleasure coursed down her spine. His show of dominance excited her. It was a rare thing that a man was able to get the upper hand with her, the fact that Christian was trying to prove himself the alpha made the experience that much more thrilling.

"Agh. Yes. Fuck." Words spilled from her lips, nonsensical in her lust. Her pussy tightened around his cock as Christian moved in and out of her faster than any man had ever fucked her. God he was good.

Closing her eyes, Celina reveled in the way his cock filled her.

"Holy shit!" She groaned as his finger found her clit, rubbing it furiously, keeping pace with his thrusts. Her stomach clenched in that familiar way and she knew she was close.

"Oh god. So close." She pushed back on Christian's cock, increasing the speed of their fucking. Her hips rotating, grinding against him. "Yes. Yes. YES!" She screamed out as she felt the force of her orgasm crashing over her. Her body shook with the intensity, her arms and legs nearly giving out.

There were no words to describe how Celina felt at that moment. Her chest rising and falling as she worked to catch her breath, her heart beating rapidly beneath her breast, her limbs shaking from the sheer ecstasy of the last...how long had they been there? All sense of time had escaped the redhead as she'd gotten the fucking of her life. With cum making its way down her thighs, Celina pulled up her underwear and jeans. She buttoned her jeans quickly before adjusting her bra and shirt. Running a hand through her hair, Celina winced. Her hair must look horrible at that moment, but there was nothing she could do without a mirror to see the damage and her stockpile of styling products. She pulled the elastic band from her mussed ponytail and did what she could do smooth the mess down before pulling it back up into a high ponytail.

"Well, that was..****." She said after making herself somewhat presentable. In truth, Celina didn't know quite how to handle the whole situation know that it was said and done. Yes, the whole 'fuck buddies' arrangement had been her idea, but Celina had never done anything like this before and she was at a loss on what to do next. An awkwardness that she had thought she'd outgrown crept over her and it felt like she was back in middle school again trying to work up the courage to talk to the cute boy in her English class. What did one say to someone after one had just had some of the best sex of one's life?

Silence stretched between the two, a silence marked only by the sound of their heavy breathing as they both struggled to catch their breath. For all her confidence and bravado, Celina was scared to admit to Christian that she'd never done something like this before. She'd never been one to simply give in to the lust that boiled in her veins and have sex with someone who, honestly, meant nothing to her. Honestly, and she'd die before she ever told Christian this, Celina had only been with four men prior to him. And she'd been dating each one of them for a significant amount of time before she ever slept with them. This deal with Christian was new territory for the young woman and it both scared and excited her.

Tugging at the hem of her shirt, Celina put on her usual arrogant mask. There was no way in hell she was going to let Christian see the awkward, self-conscious girl that Celina left behind in middle school.

"Next time maybe we'll actually be able to get some work done." She said with a condescending lilt to her voice as she held her hand out to Christian. "Here, give me your phone." At his reluctant look, Celina rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to steal it dumbass, I'm putting my number in so that we can actually communicate with each other like civilized people do."

Quickly typing her number into Christian's phone, Celina then called herself so that she had his number saved to her cell.

"Well it was great, but I've got to go. I'm already late for my stats class." With one last tug of her shirt, and a quick adjustment of her ponytail, Celina slung her bag over her shoulder and marched out of the shed with her head held high.

Stats class was boring, as usual, the professor droning on and on in his monotone voice that left Celina feeling like she could fall asleep at any moment. He was easy to tune out, which she did on a regular basis and that day was no different. Sitting there, staring at the PowerPoint on the screen, Celina felt her thoughts drifting. And, no matter how hard she fought it, they drifted right back to Christian. He was an annoying, self-centered, arrogant bastard. And he was the best fuck Celina had ever had. How could two people who hated each other so much move together so perfectly, without words, each knowing almost instinctively what the other needed. It was mind boggling. Celina didn't think she'd ever forget the way his body molded to hers so naturally, every curve meeting in just the right way, as if their bodies had been made to fit together. The whole idea was really starting to piss Celina off. She didn't want there to be a connection between her and Christian. She didn't want to be tied to him for any longer than she had to; that's why she had proposed the arrangement in the first place. The point was to use him and lose him. So why did Celina feel like after their project was done she wouldn't be ready to let Christian go?

As the day progressed, at the most sluggish pace possible, Celina's thoughts continually returned to Christian. The smallest thing reminding her of him and their uh...memorable time together. Moving from one class to the next, she caught herself glancing towards the maintenance shed, her body remembering the way it had felt to be pressed against Christian. Her body responded to the memory as goose bumps rose on her flesh and an undeniable ache between her legs. She could still feel the rough wood against her back, scraping against her tender skin. The memory was so vivid that if she closed her eyes, Celina felt as if she were right back in that shed.

Mercifully the day ended and Celina returned to her apartment. Walking into the third floor apartment, Celina dropped her bag on the end table beside the door. Her boots soon followed and she wiggled her toes as they were finally freed of their leather prison. With a sigh she moved into the kitchen, her bare toes sinking into the plush cream-colored carpet. This was Celina's favorite time of day, the time when she could let down and strip off the layers of self-assurance and that bright sunny exterior that she wore like armor, donning each morning like a warrior about to go into battle. The world had a perception of her that Celina was loathe to tarnish. Growing up her father had told her that only losers show weakness, and that weakness came from being emotional. As a little girl who wanted nothing more than to gain her father's approval, Celina had taken those lessons to heart and refused to show what was really going on beneath the surface of her bright smile. But here, in the privacy of her own home, she could drop her guard and finally relax.

And what better way to relax than to open a bottle of wine and spend her night cooking. The bright gleam of her stainless steel kitchen greeted Celina and she ran her hands lovingly over the flat range before switching the front burner on to its lowest setting. Grabbing a skillet she set it on the burner and drizzled olive oil into the bottom. As the oil heated, Celina moved to the fridge and began to pull out the ingredients she needed to make her favorite comfort food: chicken pad thai with a delicious peanut sauce. An odd comfort food to be sure, but it was more the process of cooking the food that relaxed Celina. The familiar motions of chopping and dicing soothed her, calming her ragged nerves and finally giving her something other than Christian's naked body to think about.

Oh god that body. Hard and chiseled in all the right places. And those hands. Hands that knew exactly where to touch and tease.

"Fuck." Celina hissed as the knife's ceramic blade nicked her finger. Moving quickly, Celina ran the cut under cold water, wincing as the water hit the cut.

"Damn you, Christian." She muttered. Better to blame him than her own, wandering mind.

As if he could sense she was thinking about him, Celina's phone chirped happily, Christian's name popping up on the screen beneath the envelope that signified a new text. With her hand still under the water, Celina fumbled for her phone.

"What do you want now?" Her anger was unjustified, sure, but Celina couldn't give a flying fuck whether or not Christian had earned her wrath. The very fact that he had invaded her thoughts was crime enough.

So when are we next meeting up to study?...You know to 'actually get some work done'...?

Celina scowled. Trust him to throw her own words right back in her face. The words dripped with sarcasm and Celina could have sworn she actually heard him speaking those words as she read them. Bastard.

Taking the time to dry her hand and put a Band-Aid on the still bleeding cut, Celina finally picked her phone back up to reply to Christian's text. Pausing briefly, she mentally went over her schedule. Wednesdays were light days for her with only two classes in the morning then volunteering until one o'clock, which left the entire afternoon and evening free.

Tomorrow at 6. My place. Don't forget your books and don't be late.

Her fingers mashed against the tiny keyboard of her phone so forcefully that Celina had to retype the message five times before she finally had everything spelled correctly. The whole time she mentally cursed Christian and the effect he had on her.

"That stupid, arrogant, son of a bitch," she muttered as she slapped her phone down on the counter top. On the stove the oil was smoking and Celina quickly turned the burner off and move the skillet off the heat. Her mood was too dark for cooking to fix. She needed something else, something that would really calm her. Something that would ease her tension and make her relax. Taking a gulp of her wine, Celina stalked towards her bathroom. A hot bath would fix this, she was certain of it.

As the bathwater ran, jasmine scented steam rising into the air as the water mixed with the bubbles, Celina stripped off her clothes; the skin tight jeans falling to the floor in a heap, quickly followed by the rest of her clothes. Celina drew in a deep breath, letting the soothing scent of jasmine tickle her nose. Bubbles rose to the top of the claw foot tub and, tentatively, Celina dipped a toe into the water. Perfect. Sliding beneath the bubbles, Celina felt the warm water coat her skin, the bubbles caressing her. She had pulled her hair into a messy bun and, as she lay her head back, she could feel the cool porcelain against her neck. This was heaven.

Soft jazz played in the background, the dulcet tone of the saxophone washing over her. Celina wasn't much of a jazz fan, but when it came to relaxing in a warm bath, there was no better music to have. Her eyes drifted close, the heat of the water and languid music making her feel weightless. As her body relaxed her mind wandered.

Large, work-roughened hands settled on her shoulders, working the tension from her shoulders. Fingers kneaded the soft, tender flesh of her neck in sensuous circles. A soft moan escaped her lips as those hands dipped lower, working their way down the column of her spine. God it felt so good. One hand slid up her back, moving over her shoulder like a whisper before cupping her breast. The palm hot against her skin as it worked her breast. Teasing the nipple with those calloused fingers, rubbing erotically over her taut nipple. Pinching it roughly enough to cause a squeal of pleasurable pain to pass her lips. Celina couldn't stop the moans that filled the steamy bathroom. She needed more, craving it like an addict craves their next hit. The hand complied. Inching down her stomach at a pace too slow for Celina. She tried to take hold of the hand and place it where she needed it most, but the hand resisted and she whimpered like a child as it continued its agonizing journey.

The other hand cupped her abandoned breast, teasing the nipple as its companion continued to slip beneath the water. Celina's breath caught as she felt his fingers between her legs, spreading her, the tip of a finger barely brushing against her clitoris. She shivered as he teased her, her hips rising as her body begged for more. He pulled at her nipple as he again gave her clit the most gentle of touches. Celina's lips pulled into a pout, ready to beg and plead with him for more. She could not stand the torture. Her body ached for him, her pussy crying out for him to fill her. His thumb danced across her clit, rubbing in soft circles as, finally, his finger dipped inside her. Celina gasped as she felt him there, his finger rubbing the velvet walls of her pussy in a come hither motion. She squirmed beneath his touch. It was still not enough.

"More," she pleaded, her voice teetering on the edge of a whine, like a child ready to throw a tantrum.

He paid her no mind, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous teasing. She wanted to grab his hand and plunge him further into her depths, but her arms were immobile, the desire coursing through her veins rendering her paralyzed, unable to do anything but enjoy the sensations he was causing within her.

Slowly, he pulled his finger from her hot core. Her lips parted, ready to protest, when he plunged two fingers inside her. A rough gasp tore from her lips as she felt him lay claim to her, his fingers conquering her body. She was helpless beneath him as his fingers worked her in a way that no one ever had. His thumb rough against her clitoris, grinding against it as his fingers fucked her steadily. He tugged at her nipple, pinching and pulling on it, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh god!" Celina's cries filled the room, echoing off the tiles. "Oh god, yes!" She could feel it, her orgasm, building within her, ready to overtake her at any moment. Her hips rose to meet each thrust of his fingers, her body his for the taking. "Fuck me." Her eyes screwed shut as she felt him plunder her very depths, taking what he wanted and giving her everything she needed. The wave of her orgasm crashed over her, taking her breath away, her heart pounding beneath her abused breasts. "Ahhhh, Christian!" She cried out as her body shook, riding the waves of pleasure that refused to end.

Panting, Celina's eyes fluttered open. She lay there, fighting to catch her breath as she rubbed her breast in an attempt to sooth the molested nipple. Water continued to lap over the sides of the tub as the waves caused by her wild bucking slowly dissipated. As her body came down from the high of her orgasm, Celina slowly slipped her fingers from her pussy.

"Dammit." She muttered. Even her fantasies were not safe anymore. Somehow Christian had inserted himself into every nook and cranny of her mind. She could only pray that her heart remained closed off to him.

It had been a blissfully Christian free day and Celina had relished the reprieve from his sarcastic comments and sardonic smirk. She had moved from class to class with a contented smile on her face and a song on her lips. Okay, so maybe the song part was an exaggeration, but still, Celina was happy and carefree for the first time since this cursed assignment had started.

When Christian had failed to show for class Celina couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief. Since that night in her bathtub when she had had that fantasy that she refused to give any precedence to, Celina had been dreading coming face to face with Christian. No doubt he would be able to read the truth of her fantasy on her face and would then proceed to torment her with comments about the rich girl slumming it with the bad boy. But there was no threat of that encounter now, at least not until that night.

Fuck, she’d forgotten he was coming over to her apartment that night. Before that little bathtub fantasy the idea of Christian in her home hadn’t bothered Celina in the least. But now, with the shame of her fantasy still burning on her skin, Celina was not looking forward to what that night’s study session would bring.

As the evening rolled around, Celina began to prepare for Christian’s arrival. Assuming he would be late, per usual, Celina poured herself a glass of red wine – a shiraz she had picked up that summer when she’d visited France’s Rhone Valley – turned on some music and began to prepare a basic dinner of pan seared steaks with roasted asparagus and a lemon and tarragon risotto. Focusing on the dinner, Celina didn’t give herself a chance to think about Christian and the fact that he would soon be knocking on her door. She’d told the Ramon, the doorman, that she was expecting Christian that night and had told him what her pain-in-the-ass partner looked like. No doubt Ramon would have called the police on Christian if she hadn’t given him a good description of the man whom many in her building would describe as a thug.

As the steaks simmered away in the pan, Celina leaned her hip against the counter. She had considered changing her clothes before Christian arrived, but thought better of it. She did not want to appear to have put any effort into looking presentable. So, she had remained in the pale pink lounge pants and oversized black hoodie that she had donned upon returning home. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she had already washed off all her make-up. There was no way that Christian would ever get the impression that Celina had dressed to impress him.

At precisely 6:00 PM, Celina heard a knock on the door. It couldn't be Christian already. Ramon would have buzzed up to say that her visitor was on his way. But, seeing as she wasn't expecting anyone else that evening, Celina was not surprised to find Christian standing in front of her when she opened the door.

"On time for a change." She said as she stepped aside to let Christian in. "Shoes off." The comment came out in a barked order, much harsher than Celina had intended. "The carpets just got shampooed." She added by way of explanation.

As Christian moved inside, Celina shut the door behind him and made her way, quickly, back to the kitchen to make sure nothing had burned in her absence.

"Help yourself to something to drink." She said, glancing over her shoulder at Christian as she worked on the food. "Glasses are in the cupboard next to the fridge. I've got beer, wine, soda, water, whatever you want."

Hearing him move around behind her, Celina tried to focus on the task at hand and not how good Christian looked in those sweats. Damn that man, he looked fuckable in anything he wore and it was all Celina could do to keep her hormones in check.

It was difficult for Celina to focus with Christian so close. Her entire body hummed with the desire to feel him against her, to feel his hands caressing her. Though there was space between them, Celina could practically feel his arousal pressing into her backside. How did he make her so angry and aroused at the same time?

His hand covered hers and Celina bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. It wouldn't do to turn around and rip the clothes right off his hard, toned body. She needed this night to be normal; just two classmates working together. For her own sanity she could not give in to him. It was so fucking hard though. Celina could feel the itch growing inside her and she pressed her legs together to, hopefully, elevate some of the need.

"Thanks." She replied coolly, slipping her hand out from under his to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "It should be ready soon. Do you mind grabbing some plates. They're in that cupboard." Absently pointing towards the cupboard in question, Celina sighed as she felt Christian move away. Suddenly she could breath again, her air not completely overtaken by his presence and his natural, heady scent.

Focusing her attention on the steaks in front of her, Celina tried to tune out the sound of Christian moving around her kitchen. Her glass of wine sat on the counter top and Celina quickly grabbed it and chugged down the few drops remaining. If she was going to get through the night without giving in to Christian, she was going to need something a lot stronger.

Finally, the food was ready and Celina, who had done a fairly decent job of ignoring Christian through the rest of the preparation other than to tell him where to find the silverware, set the serving dishes on the table. She grabbed a freshly poured glass of wine - her third that night - and settled herself, Indian style, onto her chair.

"So I was doing some research earlier," Celina said, settling her iPad beside her after loading her plate with food, "and I think I found a great starting point for our presentation." Between bites of food Celina detailed the research she'd found and her thoughts on the project, anything to keep from thinking of Christian and how good he looked sitting across from her. Her desire grew as they sat there, her body aching with need. Perhaps the three glasses of wine hadn't been a good idea as it only served to increase her arousal instead of dousing it. She could feel her cheeks flushing with the affects of the drink...or maybe it was the heat that was steadily building inside her, either way she could not let on that she wanted nothing more than to push all the food to the floor and fuck Christian's brains out right there on the table. And so she talked. And talked. And talked.

Damn did that boy know how to kiss. As Christian tipped her head back and forced his tongue into her mouth, Celina was powerless to stop him. And she doubted she would have if she could. There was something so erotic about a man who took charge the way that Christian was at that moment. His show of power and dominance making her wet and eliciting a soft, submissive groan from deep inside her. With Christian's tongue pressing into her mouth, demanding Celina's surrender how could she not give him what he wanted.

Though it was completely foreign to her, Celina played the willing supplicant, allowing Christian to guide the kiss. The steady grip of his fingers in her hair coupled with the pressure of his fingers on her chin was enough to have Celina whimpering with need. Her own fingers gripped Christian's face, pulling him tight to her and allowing no space for air to pass between them. Moving slowly, so as not to break the seal of their lips, Celina stood, leveling the playing field if only by a few inches.

"If we keep this up we'll never get this project done." Celina gasped when the need for air finally outweighed the desire for Christian's lips on hers. She looked up at him and the lust burning in his gaze was enough to set her ablaze. "Oh fuck it," she groaned, pulling Christian tight to her once more, her lips pressing against his with a desire that consumed her body and soul.

Blindly, she swept a hand over the table, pushing dishes out of the way before lifting herself up onto the table top. All without breaking the hot, passionate embrace.

Greedily she slid her hands up under Christian's shirt, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath her fingers. Pushing his shirt up, Celina tore her lips from Christian's and, wrapping her legs around him, pulled him close so she could, finally, get a taste of his delicious abs. Sweeping her tongue along the contours of his muscles, Celina moaned deep in her throat, savoring the saltiness of his skin and the way his muscles flexed beneath her tongue. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his pants she tugged, wanting...no needing...more. Her body craved his; craved the touch of his hand on her bare skin, the feel of him inside of her.

Was it possible for time to stand still and speed up at the same time? With Christian's lips on her neck, sucking on that tender spot just below her ear that made her toes curl, Celina could have believed anything was possible. Somehow her panties had ended up dangling from her ankle and her bra had been lost on the floor, added to the jumble of clothing that Christian's had seemed to be deftly removing without Celina even noticing. The young woman was aware only of the fire that burned within her; the heat coiling in the pit of her stomach and traveling down to her core with an intensity that threatened to burn her from the inside out.

As his fingers brushed against her clit, teasing her with the rough callouses of his fingers, Celina barely registered the words he growled in her ear. A gasp tore from her parted lips as he plunged a finger inside her. Already wet with desire, he claimed her easily, his finger pushing up inside and sending jolts of pure pleasure through Celina.

"Oh god." She gasped as he added a second finger, her hips rising to meet his thrust with a primal need.

Laying back on the table, the wood cool against her heated skin, Celina closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Christian's fingers as they moved in and out of her slick pussy. Her fingers curled, scratching against the tabletop as his fingers fucked her senseless.

She whimpered as he withdrew, not wanting the pleasurable torture to end. And then she felt it, tip of his cock brushing against her hungry slit. He was teasing her, making her wait for it - the pleasure that would be hers as soon as he entered her. No doubt the wanted her to beg for him to fuck her. But Celina wasn't about to beg.

Wrapping her legs around Christian's waist, she pulled him close as she reached down, her slim fingers wrapping around his thick erection and guiding it inside her.

"Fuck me." There was no pleading in her voice, no begging for him to take her. Celina's words were a command, an order for Christian to give her the pleasure that they both sought.

The table rocked beneath them, its sturdy legs being tested by the vigorous fucking happening on top. With Christian buried deep inside her, his naked chest brushing against her sensitive nipples with each thrust, Celina wondered if she should have tested the table before putting it through such...lively activity.

Shivering as Christian's breathless groans caressed her ear, Celina bit her lip, keeping her own moans in check as she gripped the hard globes of his ass. His lips crashed against hers in a hot, passionate kiss that had Celina's heart beating frantically beneath her breast and sent electricity shooting from her lips to the very tips of her toes. She sucked on his tongue as her fingers dug into his ass cheeks, forcing him ever deeper into her hungry cunt.

His hands covered every inch of her body, bringing goosebumps to the surface of her heated flesh. She could feel him stretching her as he pulled her leg up, opening her fully and giving him a better angle to drive his cock home.

"Fuck yes." Celina groaned, gasping for air as Christian pounded her hard. The tabletop felt cool against her back as she moved across it, propelled by Christian's thrusts.

"Yes! Oh god yes!" She clutched at her breasts, manipulating her already swollen nipples as he fucked her. Breath coming in short, spastic gasps as she tried to stave off her orgasm, wanting to enjoy as much of Christian's animal passion as possible. No man had ever been able to make her cum so easily. It was as if Christian could see inside her mind and knew exactly what to do to get her off.

"Oooo fuck I'm close." Celina panted, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of Christian buried so deep inside her that his balls slapped against her on each thrust. Pressing her mouth to his once more, Celina kissed him, her tongue delving into his mouth as her body became like liquid and she melted all over the table.

Propping herself on her elbows, Celina watched Christian dress. Her eyes taking in his chiseled physique; the way his muscles rippled as he moved. It was such a simple act and yet Celina found herself unable to look away as he pulled his sweat pants up around his hips.

The silence was palpable, filling the room until Celina felt she would suffocate on it. Why wouldn't he speak to her? Why couldn't she speak? It wasn't as if this was the first time they had fucked. But it was the first time here, in her home; her sanctuary from the world. He was the first man she had ever let inside these hallowed halls and the thought that Christian was seeing her in the only place she ever let her guard down...it terrified her.

What the hell? She thought as Christian fumbled to break the silence. His eyes not quite reaching hers as he placed his ball cap on her head. Her lips moved of their own accord, breaking into a wide grin as he tugged the cap down over her mussed hair.

When did this happen? When did they move from enemies who fucked to...whatever this was? Somehow, when Celina hadn't been paying attention, Christian had slipped all stealth-like beneath her defenses. Like he was a damn ninja or something.

Biting her lip, Celina slipped off the table, pulling her sweat shirt over her head.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea." She said, her eyes searching feverishly for her pants. Suddenly the idea of standing naked in front of Christian made her skin flush. What the fuck was happening to her?

"Just give me a moment, okay?" She bent down, her fingers grabbing at her yoga pants triumphantly. "I need to uh...clean up a bit." With that she retreated to her bedroom, shutting the door forcefully behind her.

Pants clutched to her chest, Celina leaned against the door, her heart pounding rapidly. She needed to get a grip and fast.

Drawing in a deep, calming breath she yanked her pants on a little more roughly than needed. She was going to go back out there and she was going to get this night over with. Then, after this assignment was done, she never had to see Christian again. The thought of never seeing his arrogant smirk again should have made her happy, so why, then, did it make her heart feel like it was being pulled apart?

Before such thoughts could take hold of her mind, Celina shook her head to clear it. Best to focus on the task at hand. Taking one last breath she opened the door and walked back out to face Christian and the firing squad that was her warring emotions.

"Alright," she said, brightly, "let'd do this, shall we."

It was difficult to concentrate at first. Settling onto the couch, at a safe distance from Christian of course, Celina tucked her legs up under her and pulled her textbook onto her lap. As hard as she tried to focus on the words in front of her, her mind and eyes kept drifting towards the man across from her.

How strange it was that they were so different, from such different backgrounds, and yet they had this connection. Celina didn't want to admit it, especially not to herself, but she was starting to like Christian. There was something about him, whether it was his brutal honesty, the fact that he wasn't afraid to speak his mind, or the way that he could give Celina a run for her money both in a conversation and the bedroom. Celina couldn't place her finger on exactly what it was, but she could sense that, if she wasn't careful, Christian was going to weasel his way into her life for much longer than their project dictated.

After awhile they fell into an easy rhythm and Celina was able to push her troubling thoughts to the back of her mind. And, by some miracle, they were able to complete a large portion of their project. At one point Celina had even allowed Christian to turn on the flat screen - only after promising that he would continue to work on the project of course.

Stifling a yawn, Celina glanced at the clock on her laptop.

"Holy shit, how'd it get to be three a.m. already?" She rubbed her eyes, feeling her contacts sticking to her eyeballs. She stretched slowly, working out the kinks in her back. "It's late, you're welcome to crash on the couch if you want." Exhaustion must have been making her feel magnanimous, otherwise Celina had no excuse for her impulsive offer.

Standing, Celina stretched her arms above her head, her sweatshirt riding up over her stomach, as she yawned.

"Here," she moved to the hall closet and grabbed a handful of blankets before going into her room and snagging an extra pillow. "You can use these. Well...goodnight."

Celina retreated to her bedroom, a little too eager to be in the safety of her room. The ease of the last few hours unnerved her. As she readied herself or bed, Celina didn't want to think about what that could possibly mean.

What a great bio Suga... you sound like a really grounded woman...nice to see.

The steady beat of her sneakers against the concrete served to calm Celina better than any Xanax could. The sting of the crisp morning air filled her lungs and cleared her head, allowing her to think and process, as best she could at least, the emotions that warred within her.

Waking early that morning, long before the sun decided to peek through the dense clouds, Celina had slunk out of her apartment, shoes in hand so as not to wake Christian who was steadily snoring away on her couch. Distance and time, that was what she needed if she was ever going to figure out what the hell was going on between herself and Christian. And so she had closed the door of her apartment as quietly as possible, laced up her shoes in the hallway, and took off like a bat out of hell.

The sun had crested the horizon long ago and now bright morning sunshine was glaring up off the concrete and still Celina was no closer to an answer.

Pausing at an intersection, Celina bent at the waist, her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. She needed to go back, to face Christian and tell him that their deal was off. Sex without emotion, that's all it was supposed to be, but Celina couldn't do it anymore. She'd never be able to separate her emotions from something so personal. She didn't know why she'd ever thought she could. This entire thing with Christian had been an experiment, one that she had utterly failed.

Forcing her feet to move once more, Celina began the long journey back to her apartment, dreading the conversation to come with each footfall.

~*~*~

The smell of bacon and fresh brewed coffee greeted Celina as she opened the door. Drawing in a deep breath, she let the scent fortify her. A few more breathes and she squared her shoulders and shut the door, thus eliminating any escape, behind her.

"Someone's been busy." She forced a smile as she walked into the kitchen, her high ponytail bobbing with each step. Her footsteps halted as she saw Christian, clad only in a pair of boxers that made Celina want to reach out and pinch his ass. With a shake of her head, Celina grabbed a mug from the cupboard and filled it with coffee. She breathed in the heavenly aroma before taking a sip. Mmmm, perfection. So he could fuck like a rock star and knew his way around the coffeepot. Damn.

"Do you need any help?" She asked, trying not to stare too openly at Christian's perfect physique as he moved about her kitchen like he belonged there. If he didn't put some clothes on soon, Celina didn't think she'd be able to go through with calling off their arrangement.

Needing a moment to cool down, both from her run and the dirty thoughts swirling around in her brain, Celina set her coffee cup on the counter.

"I'm gonna grab a shower," she said, retreating quickly from the kitchen, unable to meet Christian's questioning gaze.