Free 3:AM Kisses by Addison Moore

whisper.
    She gives a little sigh over my lips and it makes me dizzy. “You’re off the hook for now, but I want this.” She pulls her finger up my belly in a solid line, and I take a breath and seal it in my lungs.
    “You hardly know me.” A dull laugh brews in my chest as I spin her gently with my hands tucked beneath her knees.
    “Hardly know you?” She averts her eyes and I’d do just about anything to please her any way she likes but I know the damage I’m capable of. “ Right —you have one-night stands all the time. And, I know exactly how many.” She taps my chest, resisting the urge to laugh. “Your wall whispered all of your secrets to me this morning while you were in the shower.” Baya tries to hide a smile, and I nibble on her lower lip before pulling away.
    “I’m not having a one-night stand with you, Baya.” True as God. If I had Baya one night would never be enough. “We’re just kissing buddies nothing more.” There. Somehow I managed to set a boundary—not that my dick agrees.
    “Buddies, huh?” She reaches down and strokes my hard-on over my jeans, and I lurch into her.  I’ve never felt so damn turned on, so ready to come with such little effort. “Your pants feel awful friendly.”
    “They’re not, and neither am I,” I tease as a light rain starts to fall.
    “Let’s get back to the kissing.” She pulls her lips across my cheek down to my mouth. “We can figure the rest out later.”
    Baya lands her candy sweet mouth over mine, and everything in me feels as if it’s floating on air. It’s as if Baya’s kisses were the exact elixir I’ve been waiting for all these years, a salve in the form of another sweet girl reminiscent of the one I lost.
    I’ve hung out in the dark for so long, I’ve forgotten what it really feels like to live, too soar with the promise of something wonderful on the horizon.
    Baya just might be the light at the end of this long, hellish tunnel. But does she really have the power to pull me from the wreckage? I doubt it. I’m too far gone, too much of a fucking mess to ever hope to recover.
    The rain starts in, heavy and hard, matching the rhythm of my heart over hers.
    I hope to God, Baya is the cure to this disease I’ve been wasting away from because it feels like I’m about to die, or at least it did just before I met her.
    Her tongue knifes over mine in strokes of lust-driven madness, and I’m right there with her. Not another person on the planet exists right now, not Cole, not a thousand faceless girls from Whitney Briggs—and not the one I left behind in the past.
    Right now, it’s just Baya and me, drowning in a sea of kisses that taste and feel like the sweetest release. They feel like hope. And, for the first time in a good long while, I have it.
    I push Baya up against the truck, and we indulge in the hot of one another’s mouths until the sun illuminates a new day with its feather soft beams.
    Baya Brighton is in my life, and, now, nothing will ever be the same.
     

 
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Eyes Wide Open

    Baya
     
     
     
    On Wednesday, after U.S. History and just before American Lit, Laney snags me off the lawn, and we head over to Hallowed Groundsfor a cup of something hot to warm our frozen bones. It’s hardly the end of September, and already the air is crystalizing into an artic chill. The leaves have yellowed, and it’s a startling effect against the backdrop of the pale blue granite of the mountains, the supple verdant pines.
    “So dish,” Laney says as we wait for our coffee. Her milky blue eyes are a stark contrast to her long, dark hair, her pale as paper skin. She’s pretty in a haunting way.
    I fill her in on where I’ve been spending my nights.
    “So, basically, staying with those two is like minoring in Sexology.” I twist a lock of hair around my finger while picturing a very naked, very sweaty Bryson panting over me. “Did I just make up a new major?”
    “Sexology, huh? I bet you’d like to minor in Bryson