i could sing about how love is a losing battle

i could sing about how love is a losing battle by ssaarah 

Dominic stopped in front of my apartment and grinned a sweet smile that showed off the dimples in his cheeks. He was adorable and totally hot. Not really my type but gorgeous nonetheless.

"I had fun." He grinned. "I'd never had squid before." He laughed with me.
"It was kalimari, I didn't make you suck on a tenticle or anything." I teased and he laughed harder. He was sweet and funny and I should be swooning. Literally. Any other girl would be swooning. But aside from enjoying his company? It was like my attraction button was firmly on the off switch.
"I'd like to see you again..." he trailed off, smiling shyly and making my stomach clench instead of flip. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Plus maybe this was just an off night for me.
"Give me a call?" I asked, smiling and reaching up to kiss his cheek. He grinned and nodded when I pulled back and his eyes dropped to my mouth. Fuck. Please don't try to kiss me. I wouldn't be able to hide my lack of interest then. Fortunatley he just smiled.
"I will." He agreed. "Night." I watched him trail back down the stairs before heading into my apartment, slipping out of my heels and throwing my keys in the decorative bowl I kept on the end table near the door.
"What is wrong with me?" I asked out loud to my empty apartment. Even though I already knew the answer. All night I kept thinking about him. No matter how pleasent, or funny, or genuinely interesting Dominic was? I was thinking about the man who only ever told me no. I walked myself to my bedroom and changed out of my little white dress and into some pjs before pouring myself a glass of wine and deciding to setttle in with a good book instead of obsessing. I had just gotten comfortable on the couch when my phone buzzed. How did he manage to sneak up on me just when I'd managed to stop thinking about him?
"I have an up and coming designer interested in you for a campaign. Interested?" I sighed.
"Sure." I texted back. Annoyed that it was all work between us now even though it was what we both said we needed. "You could have asked me that at work. At a normal time." I added.
"Maybe I just wanted to talk to you." he texted back almost right away. I swallowed.
"You could have just said hi." I responded.
"Hi." came back his response and I laughed at my phone. Smartass.
"Too late." I added a smirky face and then paused before I texted again.
"What are you doing?" He asked, ignoring my insult.
"I just got home.....had a date." He took a little longer to respond this time.
"How'd it go?" he asked after a few minutes. I took a sip of wine and swallowed. Wondering how much I should say.
"Hard to focus on even the most perfect man when the one that got away won't get out of your head." I admitted finally. It took a second before I saw him typing again.
"What are you doing right now?" he asked.
"So we're going to ignore my little confession there? Nice."
"You deserve better," I rolled my eyes because I'd heard just about enough of that. Did I deserve more than Tristan was giving me? Sure. But that didn't mean he couldn't be that guy.  And he deserved the same.
"I know." I replied, sick of talking about it.
"Good," he kept typing and I waited, "What are you doing right now?" He asked again. This time I turned the phone of myself, making  a silly face as I held up my wine glass. "I hope that's not what you wore on your date," I widened my eyes and pouted.
"Ouch. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?!"
"I'm getting blueballs just from looking at the picture. I can't imagine having to stare at you all night then going home alone. The poor guy must be suffering."
I smirked and licked my lips.
"These are my pajama's silly man." I texted back. "What I wore on the date was better. ;)" I watched as my phone gave me the signal that he was typing.
"Then he's definitely sufferring."
"Well if he has anything in common with you it will take him about 3 more years to actually make a move." I could almost hear Tristan's chuckle as I sent it back.
"Most men don't have my self control."
"What are you doing?" I asked, leaning back against the couch and sipping my wine. I got a picture back of Tristan sitting on the couch frowning at the remote control to his TV. Shirtless. I moaned a little and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Okay your outfit is WAY worse than mine."
"Maybe you should take your shirt off so we can match ;)" I felt a flutter in my stomach and wiggled as it traveled down between my legs.
"Careful Tristan, this could easily turn into sexting." I grinned and waited. It looked like he was typing and retyping over and over and I wished he would just say what he thought.
"....is that so bad?" Was the answer I got...the ache between my legs got stronger and I swallowed.
"No but my vibrator is all the way on the other side of the apartment and I'm so comfortable on the couch." I joked, trying to make it light and not like I was desperate for him in any way I could get him. It was a bad idea to keep up with this. But so damn tempting. Except that he wasn't writing back. At all. "Too much info?" I bit on my lip as I watched him type, waiting for the words to appear,
"Come over." Ugh.
"So the sexting could turn into a bootycall? I don't think so ;)" I teased.  Hadn't we both agreed I deserved better after all?
"Again, is that so bad?"  No. It wasn't bad. I'm sure it would be amazing.
"Tristan..." I started, feeling like I wanted to lay myself out there again with him, but after I'd been shot down so many times? I didn't really want to try again. Sex was easy. More wasn't.
"You put the thought in my head..." Tristan sent then added, "Can't get it out of my mind now."
"What thought is that?" I asked back, smirking to myself.
"The way you looked on my desk, rubbing your clit and moaning my name."
"I've done that on your kitchen counter too." I replied, letting my head fall back against the couch as I closed my eyes and rehashed the scene again in my head. Ugh.
"Best thing that's ever happened in my kitchen. ;)" I laughed and bit my lip, wanting so badly to do as he'd asked and just go see him....see if this conversation had the same effect on him that it was having on me. I slid my hands slowly between my legs, slipping past my shorts and finding my panties wet already.
"I'm doing it now too." I texted back with my free hand moaning a little as I pressed harder and imagined his sexy voice telling me what to do.
"Damn it Chloe." he kept typing. "What are you thinking?" I arched my hips into my hand and swallowed thickly.
"I'm wishing you were here telling me what to do. Looking at me like you do when you want to devour me." I admitted seriously. The look he gave me before his head ended up between my legs....could probably make me cum if he did it long enough.
"Fuc.k" He cursed again and I could hear him saying it even though it was in my head. "Are you wet for me?" I moaned and nodded before remembering he couldn't see me.
"Very." I typed the four letter word fast before bypassing my thong and slipping a finger inside of me. I was more than just wet for him. No man ever made me so ready.
"You're killing me," I read as I moaned, pumping my finger inside of me. God I wanted him more than I wanted anyone. Why was that?
"Am I making you hard?" I sent finally before adding a smirk as I rolled my clit bewteen my fingers and wished it was his mouth.
"Always," I could practically hear his sexy voice, and that was added with a picture of his jeans tented up, his erection straining against the denim. He looked like a presesnt I was dying to unwrap. I pulled my thong down my legs and snapped a quick shot  of them on the floor, sending it back to him before slipping my hand back between my legs. I was aching. "Why aren't you in the picture?"
"Why aren't you here? My fingers don't compare..." I typed on one hand, trying not to sound desperate but fuck....I was. And it only got worse when the next thing that showed up on my phone was a picture of Tristan in just briefs...I could see the exact outline of his dick and I groaned.
"Come over," he added. Oh my god.
"Tristan o.o" I moaned and arched my hips against my hand.
"Come. Over." He said again and I groaned out loud, so damn tempted I could barely think straight.
"We can't." I texted and then erased it. I swallowed and pressed the phone icon next to Tristan's name, setting the phone against my ear and waiting.
"Chloe..." his deep voice sent a shiver through me and I moaned.
"It's hard to type with one hand." I breathed out, listening to him groan.
"What are you doing?" I licked my lips, loving just hearing him talk, especially when he was obviously turned on. For me.
"Wishing I was there to peel off your briefs and sink down onto you." I moaned after I spoke as I pressed on my clit, knowing I could cum any second but wanting to draw it out. "What about you?" I added, smirking a little.
"Wishing the same thing." he admitted, sounding like he was speaking through his teeth.
"Or I could kneel in front of you and use my mouth first....I do owe you that." I smiled as I moaned a little.
"Your mouth should be illegal Chloe." He growled.
"Just my mouth?" I slid a finger inside of me and squirmed as I moaned a little louder.
"Tell me what you're doing."
"I'm trying to hold out..." I said in a breathy voice, so close, just a slight move to my hips and I'd be done for but I wanted to wait.
"Let me hear you cum," I felt a rush of moisture coat my hand at his words but I wanted more.
"Won't you cum with me?" I pouted, wanting so bad to watch him touching himself before I took over.
"How many fingers do you have inside of you?" he asked, ignoring my words but when his breath sped up I knew he was with e.
"Two..." Tristan groaned.
"Add another. You have no idea how hard I am right now... much bigger than two of your little fingers."
"Bigger than three too." I said under my breath as I added another finger, letting out a moan as I tightened around my hand.
"It will have to do." He said in a low amused tone.
"You barely fit inside of me but you feel so good..." I whimpered, letting my mind fall back to his body pinning mine against the wall as he fu.cked me like he couldn't stay away for another second.
"Fu.ck." I could hear his labored breathing over mine and I whimpered as my body started trembling.
"I'm gonna cu.m Tristan...." I moaned, barely holding out at all.
"With me." He growled and I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me.
"God I wish I was watching you." I admitted, the thought of Tristan touching himself sent me straight over the edge, into the hardest climax I'd ever given myself. I heard myself cursing under my breath as I bucked my hips into my hands over and over, letting the amazing feeling wash over my entire body.  I thought I heard something else but I was too wrapped up in how good I felt to focus on what exactly he was saying. 
"Chloe... wait for me," he groaned and I could hear him getting as close as I was but god i couldn't hold out much longer.
"Tristan..." I gasped, clenching hard against my fingers.
"Wait," I couldn't wait, my body exploded against my hand and I was calling his name as I came, hard and long.
"Oh my god..." I breathed out, my orgasm still racing through me. "Cum for me... please..." I pressed down on my clit and sent another shock through my body as I listened to his breathing becomre erratic, his breaths so sexy in my ear.
"Fuck," he growled, as he came.
"Damn I wish you were really here." I breathed out, trying to catch my breath.
"That makes two of us." Tristan's voice did things to me. His voice right after he'd cum? God there weren't even words.
"Probably for the best you're not. I have to be able to walk a runway this weekend and you being here now? Would probably make that hard for me." I smirked and heard Tristan chuckle.
"You're right about that." His words sent a shiver through me and it was all I could do to not think about him fucking me hard and long until neither of us could move. Maybe that's what we needed. "I thought you weren't doing fashion week this year." I licked my lips, pulled out of my fantasy.
"I booked a couple shows. Not for the whole week, just the weekend. A wise man told me it would be bad for my career to just drop off the face of the planet for school."
"Smart man. So you'll be in New York?"
"I leave on Friday and I'll be back on Tuesday." I blinked as I realized how....not weird this was. Wasn't the end of phone sex usually super awkward? "Will you be there for any of it?" I asked softly, wishing I was wrapped up in my blankets in bed because I suddenly felt sleepy.
"No,"
"Right. Avoid those events at all cost, right?" I smirked to myself.
"You're catching on quickly," he joked back.
"Maybe when I get back..." I started, but what did I want to say? When I get back we can what? Go out? Hang out as friends? Lock ourself in my bedroom and fuck each other senseless?
"Dinner?" he suggested, making my mind up for me.
"I'd like that," I admitted, it wasn't a promise of anything. Maybe it would be platonic. But I couldn't totally stay away no matter how much better that might be for both of us.
"What are your plans for the rest of the night?"
"I think I'll get back to my glass of wine and watch something on TV. I'm in the mood for a chick flick."
"Sounds thrilling. The life of a model. Shouldn't you be out at a club, celebrating fashion week?"
"Mmm, maybe, but you've been to one you've been to them all."
"Don't turn into a recluse like me, I can get away with it, you need to be seen." I shrugged.
"I think at this point in my career having a little mystery about me might be a good thing." I stretched against the couch and bit my lip. "Plus all the hottest guys are staying home too."
"I'm a bad influence on you." He chuckled softly.
"I've never made myself cum that hard." I whispered back. Tristan groaned on the other end of the line and the sound lit me up all over again.
"Chloe..." I swallowed thickly, licking my lips.
"Mmm" Was all I could get out without accidentally begging him to come over.
"I'm going to go shower now. Can't bring the phone with me." His voice was equal parts frustrated and amused.
"Have fun with that." I grinned, the list of things I wanted to see in my life now including a dripping wet naked Tristan.
"Goodnight Chloe."
"Night."