by Lara Swann
When she hops up onto the counter with one quick movement and wraps her legs around my waist, I’m totally gone though. My cock threatens to explode even through all these layers of clothes, just from the delicious way she rubs her center against me, those inexorable legs pulling me further into her. I groan, my hands reaching around the back of her blouse to undo the bra. I don’t care about the blouse so much, but I don’t want anything between me and the perfect weight of those breasts anymore.
My hunger to get back to what I wanted leaves the job half-done and it makes her laugh, her bra hanging uselessly under her blouse after her breasts slip out before she wriggles against me and somehow works it out of her blouse, throwing that behind her. I’ve never quite understood how girls do that but right now I have no interest in finding out, either.
I raise the blouse up far enough that I can bury my head between her breasts and she gasps, immediately clutching my head there and pressing me into her. It’s the best feeling and I suck and nibble, tease and caress while she goes almost wild under me, her hips undulating against me with a beat that sets my pulse racing.
I groan, even as I kiss and taste her sensitive flesh, making her wait for it before I finally take one of those gorgeous nipples into my mouth. The moment I do, her hands clutch hard at my hair, and the little bite to it makes everything even better as I suck hard, my tongue flicking against her as my fingers match me on her other breast. I alternate between them, finding a rhythm and watching as she starts coming undone. Her breath is coming hard and fast now and every movement drives me crazy - every little wiggle, every shudder, every gasp and touch and cry…it’s the most expressive thing I’ve ever seen and I’m totally gone.
My own blood is roaring with heat and need and I take her mouth again in mine, my hands stroking and pinching and teasing her most sensitive flesh, our bodies crashing together with lust as her hands try to be everywhere at once - my hair, my face, my shoulders, my chest. Everything surges up inside me, my cock pulsing manically and wanting to join the party, and I have to fight back the wave of lust that threatens to push me over the edge.
Not yet. I want more. I want everything.
I barely even register the thoughts, but Kelsey moans against me anyway.
“More…” She breathes, and I don’t know whether she heard my thoughts or these are all her own.
I kiss her deeply, our tongues tangling as I hold her to me and my other hand goes lower, caressing at her legs and up under the light skirt she’s wearing. I fucking love that she wears so many skirts. Maybe I’m late to the party, but it’s only just occurred to me how perfect they make something like this.
She whimpers, the muscles in her legs dancing under my fingers, and I love that I can do so much to her, so easily. My fingers stroke across to the inside of her thighs, working their way up as they tease her. She spreads her legs further apart and my cock aches in protest at the loss of her closeness, but I ignore it - sinking down myself until I’m on my knees and forgetting the teasing as my two large hands encircle her thighs and spread them open for me.
“Oh my god.”
I grin as the words leave her mouth, but I’m too intent on what I’m doing - on what’s in front of me - for much else. She leans back, her hands behind her on the kitchen island as she opens herself further up to me. I push the skirt back and out of the way…and finally lay eyes on her lacy green panties, the material flimsy and barely covering her oh-so-wet center. I breathe in deeply, the spicy scent making me groan as I force myself to take my time - to kiss and lick my way up the beautiful thighs I’m holding open before me.
She whimpers and it’s the hottest thing, her legs shaking from adrenaline and need - and when I finally get to her center, I can’t wait any longer. I press forward, my tongue stroking from one end of the small covering to the other, firmly enough that she shudders around me, her taste flooding my senses, a delicate, exotic spice that has me craving more.
I alternate between breathing over her panties, blowing softly, tracing them with my tongue and pressing my tongue right up against her entrance. Her legs push against my hands and I know she wants to close them around my head - to bring me closer and have my whole face right up against her - but I keep them firmly open for me, enjoying the exposure and blissful sight in front of me. I can’t resist for long, though, and as she wriggles and cries out above me, I slide her panties to the side with one finger and finally bring my mouth in close.
After that, she’s the only thing I can taste or feel - her scent and sounds and essence overwhelming every part of me - my tongue running up and down her core, slipping inside before coming out to flick around her clit, driving her higher and higher with every stroke. I can feel it above me, sense it in the tensing of her thighs and hear it in the small curses she flings my way, urging me on. As I feel her start to ride the edge, I slip a finger inside, my tongue wrapping around her clit and sucking as I thrust it as deep as it can go, curling and pressing against her inner walls.
She cries out, her hands flying from where they were clinging onto the island to grab onto my shoulders, pulling me further forward - and I happily acquiesce, thrusting and licking and sucking for all I’m worth as I take her through the climax, her body shuddering and spasming under me and the cries coming out of her mouth…just so fucking hot.
My cock feels like it’s about to burst inside me and I can’t help myself, I’m moving in time to her movements, my body thrusting as if it wasn’t tightly constrained by my pants. When the shuddering starts to ease, her body tensing with sudden sensitivity, I work my way up again, leaving kisses all along her thighs, then up under her blouse against her skin, to her breasts…and finally to the slightly dazed, wide-eyed expression on her face. It makes me chuckle, even with the heat racing through my veins - and she pulls me in close for a kiss, her tongue wrapping around mine as she tastes her juices on me, moaning lightly.
Her hips wrap around me again and I almost jerk into them, I’m so on edge from everything she’s doing to me - and she notices, too. Her eyes take on a devilish glint as she runs her hands down my bare chest, tracing the scar across my stomach before landing on my belt. I close my eyes as she slips it open easily, pushing my pants down and letting my cock finally - finally - spring free.
“Goddamnit, woman.” I mutter. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
It’s the best feeling in the world - and the worst, as I wait for the delicious agony of her touch, the need to feel her almost overtaking me.
“Ohh…but what a way to go, hmm?” She says, her eyes alive with pleasure and heat as she watches me.
There’s almost a languid sense about it, something about her decadently relaxed in the way only a climax like that can bring…but I can see the anticipation building in that gaze, too. She wants this as much as I do—
Oh fuck.
Her hands wrap around my cock, tugging and stroking as she holds it almost reverently, looking at it with hungry eyes.
“Looks like you’re packing a little more than I thought you were, Mr Muffin Man.”
I let out a strained laugh. “The muffin man…is not sexy.”
“Of course it is.” She says, and the sultry way she says it could convince even me. “Don’t tell me…in your profession…you’ve never had any fantasies featuring a healthy dose of frosting?”
I groan, closing my eyes again. Okay, she’s got me there. All that’s been on my mind recently has been getting her alone in my cupcake store…all the things we could do to each other with a good dose of sugar to sustain us…
She laughs, and it’s that musical sound that has undone me since the start - and I lean forward, kissing her deeply, unable to do anything else. I feel her sink into me, even as her legs keep my hips in place and she slowly starts stroking me - too slowly, damn it, her hand so hot and perfect and right that I need more. I find myself thrusting against her, my body moving as she works it with the kind of expertise I couldn’t have guessed it, her mouth toyi
ng with mine while her hands do exquisite things to my cock and balls.
“God…this is going to feel so good inside me.” She murmurs, and I moan into her mouth, the thought of that making my cock pulse with the kind of need I can’t ever remember having.
I’m sure I did, young and stupid somewhere, but right now…it’s everywhere inside me.
“Inside you.” I whisper back, pulling her closer to me and dislodging her grip. “Fucking need that.”
She laughs again, hearing me driven to coarse, barely-there words apparently turning her on even more as I lift her off the kitchen island and up against me, looking around at the kitchen.
“Couch?” I ask, barely managing to think straight with her center this close to my exposed, aching cock.
“No.” She gasps, squirming against me in the most tantalizing way. “Here.”
I feel my eyebrows rise, but she’s already tugging at her panties underneath the skirt and—oh god.
I hear the tearing moments before she tosses them to the side - and then I don’t have the chance to object. I’m so ready to be inside her that the couch feels like too far away for me too - and I set her back down on the edge of the kitchen island, spreading her legs again and watching as she moans, looking up at me with eyes blown with pleasure.
“Fuck.” I mutter, looking around helplessly as if it might suddenly appear. “Condom.”
Fucking hell. How could I have forgotten that? I’ve been thinking about this all morning!
She shakes her head again anyway.
“Bare.” She breathes, looking at me hopefully. “It’s safe. I’m protected.”
I stare at her for a moment, the idea swallowing every fantasy I’ve had. Somehow, I hadn’t thought about that - and I thank god that I know I’m safe, too. I got tested after the last time with Maya’s Mom, just for the peace of mind.
“Me too.” I say, my voice coming out hoarse and strained.
She grins up at me - and that’s all I need. I position myself against her, my cock thick and hard in my hand, already pulsing with its own need and anticipation before I thrust hard into her, one strong stroke taking her deep enough for her to gasp, her eyes flying open and her arms coming around my shoulders.
“Fuck yes.” I mutter, my hands on her hips pulling her even closer as I slowly start moving.
The soft warmth of her, so tight and good and ready…just everything I could have asked for. She whimpers as I move, shifting as she adjusts to my size and girth, and I love every little sound leaving her mouth. I kiss her, alternating between catching her mouth in mine with all the passion burning through me, and leaving little kisses on the corners of her mouth so that I can hear her cries. It’s the hottest thing I can imagine and my hands start roaming over her body as I find a rhythm, slowly increasing the pace and intensity as the languid haze starts to give way to a renewed need inside her.
My hands come around to hold her breasts, fingers stroking against those hard, plump nipples as we kiss and our bodies move together, hips thrusting and breath coming fast as it all builds. If I could think, I’d be impressed I didn’t climax the moment I was inside her, but as it is all I can do is ride the wave and drive it higher as slowly as I can. I want to hang onto this - I want it to last - but I need so much more, too.
“Liam…fuck, Liam, take me…take it…”
“Fuuuckkk…” I groan, her words finally urging me on.
I drop my hands back to her hips, gripping her hard and levering her off the island so that she’s sitting on me, she eyes flying open as it pushes me that much deeper.
“Fuck yes.” I mutter, my hips thrusting faster now, moving desperately inside her as my cock pulses and strains and is so ready to explode.
I can feel her breath coming faster too, the little gasps she makes shortening as she starts approaching her own pleasure and I just want to let go. To take her in the frenzied, impossible way that’s building inside me.
Without thinking about it, I start walking, and she gasps again as it makes me shift inside her, the little movements making me growl with a bigger need.
Almost…almost…
Then I’m there. I lay her down on the table, pushing her back so she’s lying out on it, grabbing her wrists and pushing them up above her so that her gorgeous form is splayed out perfectly before me - and so ready. I can’t even tell what I’m growling any more, irrepressible lust filling me, and then in the next moment I’m thrusting exactly the way I want to - hard and fast and so deep that I can feel her inner walls around me, quivering with sensitivity and making her whimper all over again.
“C’mon, Kelsey…c’mon…I want to hear you scream…”
And I’m so fucking close to losing my mind here.
She gasps, her breath rising faster and faster as I thrust into her with everything I’ve got, one hand coming down to stroke my thumb over her clit - and then she’s there, her head thrown back as she cries out and everything spasms around me. Her pussy clenches hard against my cock, sending my mind into overdrive with the tight sensation of it, and I take one long, hard thrust…another…and another…and—
“Fuuuuuuckkk…”
Everything surges up and out of me, the pleasure roaring hot and intense through me as I feel myself spurt deep inside her. She’s still gasping and squirming and moaning under me, making the most incredible sounds as I thrust again and again and again, groaning with the pleasure of it before I finally slow.
It’s a long moment before either of us comes back to ourselves and I manage to help her up from where she’s lying back on the table. I’m not going to lie, my legs are a little bit shaky too, but I lean against the table and just hold her there in my arms for a little while, breathing in that intoxicating scent as my body comes down from the most intense high.
When she finally looks up at me, I stroke her damp hair back from her head, leaning in to kiss her again. Her lips are even more perfect like this - slightly puffy from all the attention, with that blissed out expression behind them.
I smile, and I can’t help the feeling of self-satisfaction that sweeps through me.
Yeah. That’s how I wanted to do this.
We have a moment like that, just looking at each other and sinking into that mutual pleasure, feeling totally sated.
Before any of that glow starts to dissipate or it has a chance to get awkward, I finally speak.
“I couldn’t resist.” I say softly, that smile still on my face.
She returns it, shifting closer for another moment, her arms wrapping around me until she’s caressing my naked ass before she pulls back. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
The lingering heat in her gaze has my smile shifting into a smirk, and I lean in to kiss her forehead before finally pulling my pants up again, redoing my belt as I run my gaze up and down her gorgeous, slightly disheveled body.
“Maybe I won’t be able to again.” I add, the insinuation obvious in my words - and from the way her eyes dance, I know she catches it.
“I hope not.” She says, biting her lip in the most adorable way.
I can’t help leaning in for one last kiss, caressing the side of her face before finally sighing and glancing at the clock.
“I should pick Maya up…after I catch a shower.”
She nods, and I enjoy the way her gaze wanders over me, her mussed hair even wilder and thicker than before as it spreads over her shoulders. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.”
That makes my eyes light up again, and I really wish I had time to suggest we shower together - but that would probably be a bit much. For now, anyway.
“You can count on it.”
I don’t hide the heat in my tone, giving her another smirk before I turn to leave.
For now.
I already know I won’t be able to resist coming back.
Chapter Sixteen
Kelsey
So, it looks like I’m having sex with Liam now.
Turns out, after the first time, neither of u
s could resist again. Or again. Or again.
Yeah, I’ve got it that bad - but who can blame me, really?
All those fantasies and somehow, I never expected it to be that good. Or for his equipment to be quite so…generous. All that charm and innuendo had to be making up for something, right? Only…apparently not in this case.
I still get flushes of heat and inappropriate squirmy feelings inside when I think of it - and I think of it a lot. There was no way I was ever going to be able to leave it at that - and thank god, Liam felt exactly the same way.
I don’t exactly know what we’re doing - but hey, we’re adults, we can be casual about it and just have a good time.
Casual sex might not be something I’ve done more than dabble with in the past - and only on exotic vacations or crazy trips abroad, never with someone I actually know - but it suddenly seems like the perfect answer to everything I need.
No complications. No messy relationship or unrealistic expectations. No accountability for anything I want to do, whenever I want to do it. But all the physical satisfaction I could need - more than enough to scratch that itch I’ve been getting from time to time. The itch that got so much stronger when Liam moved in next door.
And more than that, it seems to give us exactly the kind of companionship we need right now too - because, I’m not going to lie, it’s not just the sex that feels so nice between us - it’s the friendship too. Having someone to confide in - without judgment or worrying about how our own personal issues might affect them - gives us a unique kind of closeness that I didn’t even feel with Tyson. Somehow, I can talk to Liam in ways I never could with him, and it’s never fraught - just easy, idle conversation around all the hot, panty-melting activities.
Just good friendship and good sex. Nice and easy.
Something I can value and enjoy all of for now, but that I don’t need to get hung up on.
