by Marci Bolden
“Kyle,” she insisted as we fell back.
I was on my side, my back pressed against the back of the sofa, while she landed with her chest against me. When she simply stared at me, not making a move to get up, I leaned down to kiss her. Finally, after months of longing, I tasted her lips, and they were as delicious as I had imagined. I was expecting her to pull back, but she didn’t. She parted her lips and allowed me to slip my tongue into her mouth. I tugged the neckline of her low-cut tank top down and scooped her breast out. She grasped my wrist as I cupped her naked tit and broke our heated kiss.
“Kyle,” she protested, but her voice was shaded with hints of desire.
I moaned her name in return and heard her breath catch. I probably tipped my hand too much, letting her know that I was aware of whom I was kissing, but instead of pulling me away, she stopped jerking at my hand.
I wasn’t sure if she was stunned or debating what to do, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I clumsily rolled onto her as I slid down and pushed her breast up. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, causing her to inhale sharply before I covered it with my mouth. She fisted my hair and angled into me, encouraging my explorations.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, “we should not be doing this.”
I moaned in response, knowing the vibrations would tickle the tight bud I was relentlessly teasing with my tongue. She sighed heavily, and some of the tension left her body. Feeling bolder, I released my hold on her breast and slid my hand down her body. I ran my palm over her thigh, finally caressing the sweet tanned flesh that had been taunting me all summer.
I moved my hand toward the juncture of her thighs. She didn’t stop me, so I slipped my hand inside the leg of her shorts.
“Kyle,” she breathed. My name hadn’t even left her lips before I moved the material and brushed my knuckles against her panties. She shifted her hips, and her legs spread a bit farther. I pushed the last barrier aside so I could feel her pussy. I moaned when I found her wet.
I flicked my tongue over her nipple again. She arched up and pressed her tit into my mouth. This was all the encouragement I needed. I pushed my fingers between her folds and entered her.
She groaned when my thumb found her clit. Her hips rotated as I pushed my fingers into her again. She moaned that sweet, sweet sound I’d been dreaming of, and I gently bit her nipple in response.
I ground my dick into her leg, letting her know I was hard, and she pressed against me in return. I couldn’t believe this was happening. All the months of fantasizing were over. I had her here, beneath me. Her tit was in my mouth, and my fingers were in her pussy. She was writhing, moaning as I fingered her like I’d wanted for so long.
I was so ready to fuck her, I felt like my dick was going to explode before I even got it in her. I couldn’t stop rubbing against her. If I didn’t get our clothes off and sink into her soon, I would probably unload in my pants. Not the impression I wanted to make.
I rolled my thumb in quick circles over her as my fingers pumped in and out and my teeth sank into the full flesh of her breast. I was determined to get her off at least once before I slammed my cock into her. Once I did, I wasn’t going to last long, and I didn’t want to leave her wanting.
Suddenly her muscles clenched around my fingers as she stopped moving, and with a power that I was certain would rival any tsunami, she came. Her juices flowed over my hand, and I slowed my fingers to a stop just for a moment before I went to work on her clit again.
I knew she was ready for me. I pulled my fingers from her, grasped her pants, and started to lower them, but the sudden change must have snapped her out of her orgasm-induced haze.
“Oh, God.” She sounded far from longing for a good fucking. “No.” She put her hands to my shoulders and pushed me away. “No, no, no,” she said, each word sounding more forceful than the last.
I leaned back, giving her room to wriggle her way off the sofa. She fell hard onto the plush carpet. I wasn’t sure what had changed, but clearly she wasn’t as ready to have sex as I thought.
“Oh my God.” Pushing herself up, she stood over me for a moment before whispering, “Goddamn it, Kate. You idiot.”
A moment later, she hurried from the room. I sat up, ready to follow her, but thought better of it when I heard her feet hitting the stairs as she ran away from what had just happened.
Leaning back on the couch, I exhaled with frustration. I was pissed that I had pushed her too far, but I didn’t really regret it. I looked down at my hand, still wet with her, and lifted it to my face. I inhaled deeply before putting my fingers into my mouth and tasting what I’d wanted since the day I met her.
Kate was fixing herself a cup of coffee when I walked into the kitchen the next morning, feeling more hungover than I expected to be. I planned on lounging in the pool. She was usually out there on Saturdays, so I was hoping to catch her in her suit, but she was standing at the counter in the short yellow sundress that had a tendency to ride up when she was sitting.
I skimmed my gaze over her, pausing at her ass as I thought of the night before. She’d been so wet, so ready. I should have stopped before she had an orgasm. If I’d left her hanging, she would have let me fuck her right there. I had no doubts about that. And I no longer doubted that I would have her before the summer ended and I headed back to Chicago.
I was startled out of my fantasy when I heard her stirring her coffee.
“Morning.” I walked the rest of the way into the kitchen.
She glanced back and blushed. “Afternoon, actually.”
I grinned. “Afternoon.”
“Coffee?”
“Please. I have a bit of a hangover.”
She smiled, but I could tell she felt awkward. My hunch was confirmed when she cleared her throat and averted her eyes as she silently got a mug down and put a new pod in the coffee machine. Neither of us spoke until she handed me the filled mug.
“Um, about last night,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” I was trying to defuse the situation before it got any more uncomfortable. I also stepped back and leaned against the corner of the counter, giving her plenty of space, hoping to ease some of the tension on her face. “I won’t come home drunk again. I promise.”
She took a breath, and her breasts, free from the restraints of a bra, heaved against the material of her sundress. Even halfway across the room, I could see her nipples harden. It was far from chilly in the kitchen. Memories of the night before must have caused them to tighten. I felt my cock twitch at the memory of my mouth covering her nipple.
I didn’t even realize I was staring until she lifted her mug to her chest. She cupped the ceramic in both hands and blocked my view. I raised my gaze to hers and had to sip my drink to hide my grin.
“Um, it’s not the coming home drunk that we need to talk about,” she said.
“I stayed out too late?” I made the last part sound like a question. I dipped my head down and smiled innocently, doing my best to look charming.
She laughed softly and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Um, no, not that either.”
My smile faded. “I had too much to drink last night, Kate. I’m sorry.”
“You’re not the one who needs to apologize.”
“I had too much to drink last night.”
She nodded. “Right. I…I know that, but, I, um, I shouldn’t have—”
“Kate. I had too much to drink. It won’t happen again.”
“But I—”
“It won’t happen again.” I held her gaze, and she finally nodded slightly. But then, because I couldn’t seem to control myself around her, I grinned and quietly added, “Unless you want it to.”
If she didn’t already, she must have realized then that I remembered the night before. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t seem to find the words she wanted to say. She put her mug down and stared at it.
I watched her for a few moments before I stepped to her and set my coffee next to hers on the counter.
I put a hand on the tiles on either side of her, pinning her in the very corner where I’d witnessed her fucking a few months before.
Her lips parted and her breathing grew shallow, as if she wasn’t sure what to expect. I looked at her lips, tempted as hell to kiss them, but resisted.
“Do you want it to?” I asked.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise. “It can’t,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“Because it can’t.”
“Give me one good reason.”
“Justin. For one.”
“I have no intention of telling Justin.” I put my hands on her hips, and she jumped slightly, clearly startled by my touch. “This isn’t about him, Kate. This is about you and me and the fact that I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
I reached for the hem of her short skirt. I started to push it up, but she grabbed my hands.
“This is a very bad idea. Look, Kyle, I…I do this thing where I get involved with men I shouldn’t, and it always ends badly. And you are definitely someone I should not get involved with.”
“I’m not asking for involvement, Kate.”
“He would never forgive us.”
I nodded slightly. I knew she was right. Justin was incredibly protective of his mother, and no matter how much I wanted to fuck her, he was my friend and I didn’t want him pissed off at me.
I ran my hands over her thighs one more time before putting my palms back on the counter. “Do you want me to move out?”
She shook her head. “No. We just need to stop this before it goes any further.”
“Okay. But that’s not going to stop me from wanting you. And it’s not going to stop me from checking you out every chance I get.”
Her cheeks flushed as she lowered her face. “Just try to be a little more subtle than you have been the last few weeks.”
“Subtle? Like the short shorts and tight tank tops you’ve been wearing?”
The blush on her cheeks spread down her neck, and her smile widened. “You enjoyed every flash you got.”
I chuckled at the wicked grin on her face. It was much like the one she’d given John that night in the kitchen. It convinced me that she was toying with me. “Almost as much as you enjoyed giving them to me.”
She tried to act shocked, but then she laughed quietly.
“Admit it,” I insisted. “You like me watching you.”
“Yes. I like that you look at me.”
I lightly traced the low neckline of her dress.
Her breasts lifted as she gasped.
“And that I steal touches whenever I can.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Should I stop?”
“Probably.”
I lowered my hand and gently brushed over one of her nipples. “Do you want me to?”
She took deep breath and, after a long hesitation, said, “No.”
I smiled as I boldly cupped her breast. “Good. I like touching you. And watching you.”
It was her turn to smirk. “Hmm, you are quite the little voyeur, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do.” Her voice was soft as she gently pushed my hand from her body. She cocked a perfectly arched brow at me, and her grin widened.
A realization slowly dawned on me, and my desire for her grew even more. “You knew I was there that night over Easter break. Watching you.”
“I saw you peering in, so I decided to give you what you wanted.”
My cock, which had already been stiffening, grew rigid. “You fucked John knowing that I could see the whole thing?”
She chuckled quietly and bit her lip, looking as much the vixen as I was beginning to realize she was.
“Did you know that I could hear you when you were in bed with him?”
Her grin told me that she did.
“You wanted to hear us,” she said.
“I want you.” I leaned in, certain she was ready for me to kiss her again, but she leaned back.
“There is a big difference between teasing and acting. You are my son’s best friend. He would be furious with both of us.”
“I know. But I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you. Just being in the same room with you drives me crazy. All this dancing around we’re doing is just making me want you more.” I could tell her resistance was wearing down, so I leaned in and brushed my nose along her neck. “I know you feel the same way,” I whispered in her ear. “You proved it last night.”
She drew a long breath and exhaled just as slowly. “Last night shouldn’t have happened.”
“But it did.” I gripped her hips again and pulled her against my dick. I wanted her to know it was hard, as if she hadn’t already guessed from the way my swim trunks were standing out. I felt the heat of her breath warm me. “And we both want it to happen again.”
She looked up at me when I leaned back, daring her to deny she wanted me. I could tell she was tempted to cave in, but then she scoffed. “Do you have some kind of a mommy fetish?”
I chuckled as I shook my head. “Actually, this is a first for me.”
“Well, it’s a very bad idea.”
“Because of Justin?”
“Not just Justin.”
She stepped away from me and moved to the island, where she wiped the counter off with her hand, even though there wasn’t anything on it. When she turned, she looked torn, and I almost felt guilty for pushing it.
“Look, it would be great if all we had to think about was a few weeks of fun, but we have to spend the rest of our lives knowing what happened and not being honest with Justin. That’s a pretty big thing if you think about it.”
“I have thought about it. I don’t want to lie to him, but I have been for a long time, Kate. We both have.” She looked like she was going to try to deny the truth in what I said, but she didn’t, so I continued. “You know I’m attracted to you, that I have been since the first time I came here. And I know you’re attracted to me. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have played this game.”
“But to act on it, Kyle?”
“So we just keep pretending this isn’t happening?”
She sighed and looked away. “Don’t you want a girlfriend or something?”
“Oh, I want something.” I opened my arms and showed her my hard-on.
She glanced at where I was gesturing and closed her eyes, but she smiled and her cheeks blushed again. “That’s not what I meant.”
I stepped close to her and turned her face up to me. “I know nothing will ever come from this. I’m not expecting anything from you, Kate.”
“But once we go there, we can’t go back. Things will always be different between us. We should just stop this. Now.”
“Is that what you want?”
“It’s what has to happen.”
“Is it what you want?” I pressed. “Because it isn’t what I want.” When I leaned in this time, she didn’t back away. She let me kiss her.
I dug my hands into her thick auburn hair and held her head as I covered her mouth with mine. Her lips opened, and our tongues met briefly in a heated duel before she bit my bottom lip, leaving no doubt in my mind that she liked it hard and rough, just as I’d always imagined giving it to her.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me as I delved deeper into her mouth. She kissed me back, and when I pressed my hard dick against her, she pressed back. I thought she had finally given in, that I was finally going to have her. But then she leaned back enough to look up at me. I saw guilt in her eyes right before she shook her head and slipped around me.
“Fuck,” I hissed when she hurried out of the kitchen.
7
To say things were tense for the rest of the day would be a vast understatement. Kate and I pretty much avoided each other until dinnertime, when she appeared in the den, where I was watching a movie.
“Hey,” she called, causing me to look over at her. “I was thinking
about ordering some Chinese. You want something?”
“Uh, yeah, the usual.”
She nodded and disappeared.
About half an hour later the doorbell rang, and I headed to go pay for the delivery. By the time I got to the door, she was already tipping the delivery boy. I took the bags, carried them to the table, and started digging out food containers.
She joined me a few minutes later with plates, silverware, and two glasses of the green tea she always made when we had Chinese. We ate, mostly in silence, until she cleared her throat.
“I shouldn’t have let things go as far as they did. I knew you were looking at me and taking advantage of situations. I should have stopped it.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know. It felt good to be wanted, so I let you watch me and John and I wore tight clothes.” She grinned as her face turned red. “And I pretended that I didn’t know what you were doing. But I shouldn’t have.”
“Why?”
She laughed quietly, as if she couldn’t believe I’d asked such a question. “Um, because I’m old enough to be your mother and that is just…wrong.”
“I’m not a kid, Kate. I’m about to graduate college.”
“I know that, Kyle. And I know that legally makes you an adult, but…”
I must have looked as amused as I felt, because she stopped talking and sighed heavily as she dug into her food.
“Let’s just drop it,” she said.
“Sounds good. Just know that when you’re ready for a good fuck, I’m here for you.”
Her mouth dropped open as she watched me stuff my mouth in an attempt to hide my grin. “How’s work going?”
“Good,” I said as soon as I swallowed. “I like it.”
“Good.”
I nodded and focused on my food.
“And school? You have all your classes lined up and ready to go?”
“Yup.”
“Good.”
I grinned again. I couldn’t help it. She was so determined to act like things were as they had always been, and they definitely weren’t. The air around us was alive with temptation. I could feel it, and I knew she could too.
