Hurricane

by Taige Crenshaw

  “Wha—”

  He covered her lips, kissing her hungrily. Julianne moaned, gripping him close. His kiss was encompassing. Moaning, she held onto his back, raising her leg up his side and grinding against his hard erection. Keenan pulled away.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sakes. Not again. This tempting me and then being a gentleman is driving me crazy.” Julianne dropped her head back against the wall.

  He lifted her shirt and slid his hand over her belly. Julianne gasped at the heated touch. He unbuttoned her shorts and lowered the zipper. She met his gaze. Julianne had no clue if she was dreaming, but if she was she hoped she didn’t wake up.

  “Not a dream,” he whispered against the side of her face—she thought he must have been reading her thoughts.

  His hand went along the top of her panties, then plunged inside between her legs. Julianne moaned, wetness flowing out of her. Keenan groaned, his fingers delving inside her aching slit.

  “Oh…my…yes…finally,” she babbled.

  “Mine,” he growled.

  He fingered her, playing with her clit. Julianne ground against his fingers, wanting more. Keenan rubbed against her wetness. He tugged her away from the wall then drew her pants down. Julianne, realising what he was doing, helped him to get them off, kicking them clear. Keenan didn’t stop his manipulation of her pussy. Widening her legs, she leant back on the wall and rotated her hips, trying to get his fingers deeper. He took her silent urgings and plunged two fingers into her heat.

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  Keenan removed his fingers and pushed her panties down. He lifted her and Julianne wrapped her legs around his hips. She moaned wildly at the touch of his bare skin against hers. She had no clue when he had unzipped his slacks and bared his erection. Frankly, she didn’t even care as she waited impatiently for him to put on protection and take her. In moments the blunt tip of his sheathed erection pushed into her. Julianne hissed at his penetration. He stroked in and out of her. Keenan held her ass, pulling her firmly against him for each thrust.

  Julianne dug her nails into his shoulder, shivering at his masterful taking.

  “Just like that. Mine… Mine… You… Julianne… Are mine,” Keenan murmured.

  She whimpered, undulating her hips. Keenan released her ass, pinning her body with his bulky frame. He gripped her hands, then held them above her head. He kissed her, pumping into her aching channel. Tension pooled in the base of her stomach. Her heart raced and he rocked more urgently. The knot of tension dissipated then flowed out of her as she came hard. Blowing out, Julianne gasped for breath. Keenan grunted, his breath filling her as he joined her in release. He bucked against her as he released his hold on her hands. Julianne gripped the side of his face and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Keenan widened his lips, their tongues battled in a carnal tangle. Slowly pulling back from him, Julianne breathed harshly. Keenan put his forehead against hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He kissed her gently and withdrew. Julianne stood, shaking when he put her on her feet.

  “To answer your question…yes.”

  “Huh… what?” Julianne couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.

  “This is a relationship, I am your boyfriend. And you’re my girlfriend.” He ran a finger down her nose.

  “Hell, if that’s all it takes to get you started, I’ll call you boyfriend all the time!” Julianne exclaimed.

  Keenan grinned wickedly and his cheeks flushed.

  “I’ll be damned. You just had me against a wall, and now you’re blushing. And with the grin on your face. You are a strange man.” Julianne laughed, shaking her head.

  “I’m not blushing. But I did rock your world,” he said smugly.

  “Are too. You did shake me a little bit.” Julianne chuckled.

  “Not blushing. Where can I throw this?” Keenan held up the filled condom.

  “I have a full-length standing mirror in my bedroom. It will show you that you’re not only blushing, but it’s all over. Bring that with you.”

  Keenan stepped back. She bent and picked up her pants and underwear. A hot hand smoothed over her butt. Standing, she pushed back into his touch. She turned her head. He kissed her, then squeezed her ass.

  “Let’s go to your bedroom to the mirror.”

  “What mirror?” she asked.

  “Bedroom.” Keenan chuckled.

  “Oh…yeah. Come on.” Julianne blew out air and went towards the stairs.

  Keenan followed behind her lush body, enjoying the view. Now that he’d had her, the need he’d been keeping under control was unleashed. Her pink shirt had what she had told him was a car wash hem. It was the same one as a few of her blading outfits. Peeks of her tantalising legs showed as she walked. Closing in as she reached the first step leading to the second floor, he stroked her ass. Julianne moved back against his palm, making a soft sound of pleasure in her throat. He slid his hand to the small of her back and guided her up the stairs. On the landing, she made a right. Entering behind her, he noted the glass doors leading to the balcony.

  “Throw it in here,” she said, pointing to a bin.

  He glanced at her and threw out the used condom.

  “Come here. Let’s show you the blush.” Julianne gestured with her fingers.

  Heat filled his cheeks. He knew he was blushing again. Keenan strode over to where she stood before the ornate standing mirror.

  “See? You’re a nice rosy red.” She pointed.

  Ignoring his reflection in the mirror, he pulled her to him, placing her in front of the mirror. Keenan leant down by the side of her right ear.

  “What I see is a freshly pleasured woman. Let’s see if I can make you blush.” Keenan caged her between his arms.

  “Not possible,” Julianne said.

  He unbuttoned her shirt and, pulling it apart, he bared her body. He cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple. Her breath hitched.

  “You’re blushing right now.”

  Her lids fluttered open, revealing her bleary golden eyes. Julianne’s face was flushed, and her breasts rose with each breath. He tweaked her nipple with his fingers. The scent of her arousal increased.

  “No…I…am…not.”

  Keenan kept his eyes locked with hers. “Yes, you are. Right here.”

  He plunged his fingers between her legs and into her wetness. Julianne moaned, lids slamming closed.

  “Look at me,” he demanded as he continued to scissor his fingers into her.

  Julianne whimpered, blinking. The unfocused look in her eyes made him grunt. She was so responsive, as he squeezed her nipples and her clit she shivered, moaning.

  “Keenan… Please…more.”

  Each word resonated in him driving his desire to make her his forever. Patience, Keenan, she needs to realise that you’re good together. He nibbled her earlobe and Julianne rested her head against his shoulder to give him better access. Eyes on hers, he bit her ear, tweaked her bud, and pushed fingers in and out of her pussy—her wetness dampening his fingers.

  “You’re blushing for me,” he whispered.

  “That’s not blushing,” she said in a rush.

  “There are many kinds of blushing. This is my favourite kind.” He rubbed his finger over her clit again.

  Julianne gushed, coating his hand. He kept a steady rhythm inside her as he squeezed her nipple. She moaned incoherently and babbled. He put his leg between her thighs, widening her legs. Julianne’s slit glistened. Raising his head, he licked along her neck and plunged his fingers deeper into her. She bucked, clenching around him as she came. Holding her, he crooned against her neck.

  Kissing her gently, he said, “How strong is the mirror?”

  It looked strong, with an ornate metal base, but he needed to be sure.

  “What? It’s heavy. Can’t move it by myself. Why?” She sounded confused.

  That was all he needed to know. He stepped forward, shifting her closer.

  “Hold on.” Releasing her breast, he used his
hand to raise hers, one at a time, placing them at the top of the mirror.

  He pulled his fingers from her folds and, making sure she was watching him in the mirror, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. At the taste of her essence on his fingers, he had to lock his knees. She was as delicious as he thought she would be. He then stepped back, taking off his clothing quickly and retrieving the condoms from his pocket. He threw the rest of the protection on the nightstand table by the king-sized bed and stepped out of his sandals, before he kicked them away. With shaking hands, he smoothed the condom on his erection, before he returned to stand behind her. Sliding his palms over her back, he held her hips and tugged her closer, gently tapping her feet apart.

  He held her as he stroked into her wetness, groaning as she clenched on his embedded cock. Julianne moaned, a wild sound, and Keenan eased her back. Her hands scrambled for purchase, and she gripped the side of the mirror. He thrust into her faster and faster, her moans and groans driving him on. Her pussy tightened around him with each thrust, creating a delicious friction. He met her gaze in the mirror, seeing his face had tightened into lines of need. Lowering his eyes, he made a rough sound in the back of his throat. Julianne’s closed eyes and grimace of pleasure on her face pleased him. She was his, and he wasn’t letting her hide from him. He thrust into her. She grunted.

  “Look… At… Me.” He punctuated each word with a thrust.

  She rolled her back and moaned, then blinked sluggishly. She met his gaze in the glass. The passion in her eyes made his breath catch. He didn’t slow his rhythm as he took her. Each gasp and breath he saw reflected in her eyes. Her release was present on her face a second before she tightened around him. Keenan went over with her. He shuddered as his cum filled the condom. He released her hips, rubbing them gently. Withdrawing from her, his heart contracted—he wanted to be in her again. He took off the condom and tossed it. His cock started to fill again and Keenan retrieved another condom from where he had placed them.

  Gently, he disentangled her fingers from the mirror and lifted her into his arms.

  “I’m too heavy,” she protested.

  “Hush,” he warned.

  Julianne’s objections subsided and she leaned against his chest, sighing softly. He took her to the bed and laid her down against the turned-down, peach floral sheets. Keenan placed the condom on the bedside table before straightening. Julianne shifted on the sheets, eyes closed, her legs sliding along each other. Her breath was still a little uneven. He blanketed her body. Julianne’s lids snapped open and she smiled softly.

  He kissed her, then said, “You remember when I said I like extended foreplay? I hope you’re ready.”

  Her eyes widened. Keenan slid down her body, nuzzling against her throat.

  “Oh…my…yes,” Julianne whimpered.

  Her fingers gripped his head, holding him to her. Keenan smiled against her skin then licked the sweaty surface—the salty taste filled his mouth. Julianne’s moans rose in pitch, filling his ears. Slowly he stroked his tongue along the pulse fluttering in her neck. Julianne clenched and released her hands around his head. Keenan moved his tongue down to the middle of her throat and he nibbled on the skin there. Her whimper vibrated under his lips. He continued his downward trek between her breasts, licking, biting and suckling between them. Julianne turned her body, rubbing her pussy against his skin. He groaned as her wetness touched him. Keenan rocked across her then stilled. No…he wanted to taste all of her skin with his tongue. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her and Keenan already knew he wouldn’t have his fill anytime soon.

  Keenan continued to move his head back and forth over her breast, left to right, repeating his ministrations between the two firm globes before he went further down. At her ribcage he inhaled deeply, taking in their combined scent on her skin. He licked her skin all over—across her sides and down over her belly.

  “Keenan,” Julianne whimpered, arching her hips.

  He reached for her hand and kissed each tip of her fingers then licked between the spread digits. Keenan slid them into his mouth, sucking them. Then he kissed down the back of her hand and continued all over her arm. He bit gently at the inside of her elbow then soothed it with his tongue before moving up to her upper arm, alternating kisses, licks and bites. He raised her arm pushing his nose along her wrist, inhaling deeply. She smelt of honeysuckle and peaches, as he’d come to expect.

  “What is the scent you are wearing?”

  “Ummm…” She cleared her throat then said, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  “Honeysuckle and peaches,” he replied as he inhaled again.

  “Oh. That’s my lotion,” Julianne said, her voice hoarse.

  Keenan nodded then released her hand and moved to her other side, covering that arm with little kisses and bites, too. Julianne’s voice rose with each touch. Keenan’s cock twitched at every sound and movement. He slid down her body, making sure his larger frame remained in constant contact with hers. Julianne arched, rocking her hips up. Keenan clenched his teeth, fighting to finish what he’d started. He moved past her pelvic area and went to her feet. He did to them as he had done with her fingers—he kissed each, licked between then sucked them in, then continued up her legs.

  “Keenan… You are driving me crazy.” Julianne moaned, pounding her fist on the bed.

  “You have such soft, delicious skin,” he whispered against her inner thigh.

  Keenan licked up then across her bare mound. He licked around the soft skin of the top of her pussy. Julianne bucked under him. Keenan placed his hand on her belly, holding her down gently.

  “Please… I need… Please. Yes.” Her voice rose in a wail.

  Keenan licked from bottom to top, just inside her pussy lips. Julianne drew tight then relaxed on his tongue as her wetness flowed even more, her essence touching his lips. Keenan groaned pushing in deeper to lick that sweet taste. He moved his mouth over her—spearing her, in then out of her folds. He suckled her strongly.

  “Keenan,” she groaned, rocking against his tongue, fingers clenched in his hair.

  She rotated her hips against his mouth pushing up in short bursts. Keenan licked her then moved his head back and forward, tongue out, as he mimicked the thrusts he had done earlier to her body. He put his hand on the inside of each thigh and held her open. With her pussy she gripped his tongue. Keenan pulled out slowly then closed his lips over her clit.

  “Keenan!” she screamed, shudders racking her.

  Keenan suckled the bud as she came. He let it go, licking the sweet taste of her. Rising swiftly over her he reached for a condom on the bedside table and donned it quickly. He held his cock and put it against her mound then removed his hand, pushing forward. Julianne opened for him. Keenan stroked into her. She held him tight as he moved faster and faster inside her welcoming heat.

  “Yes. Keenan. Like that. Harder.” Her wanton moans rose with each thrust.

  He stroked deeper into her, moving against her. Julianne slid her hand on his shoulder, digging her fingers in as she rocked with him. They moved in a rhythm that made pleasure spark then they both went over. Keenan arched as he came, filling the latex he wore. Julianne’s spasms around his cock drew out his pleasure. She moaned as she shuddered with her own release. Keenan slumped against her, spent. His thoughts raced while his breath slowed.

  Being with Julianne was so right. Each time they were together was more intense than the previous. Keenan used the last of his strength to roll off her, dispose of the condom, then pull her against his side. She rested her head against his chest and curled her hand over his stomach. His cock twitched again but sleep overcame him.

  Chapter Five

  Julianne stretched. She winced at the tender parts of her body, but smiled when she remembered what had caused them. Rissa had called and asked to spend another night at Dakota’s, which she had agreed to, so on Saturday they hadn’t done much but eat, have sex, sleep…then repeat often. On Sunday they had slept in then made
brunch. After, they had gone back to bed and had another great interlude. Each time they were together she felt the intensity of their connection deepen. Keenan had got ready to leave before Rissa was due home and Julianne had been grateful for his discretion. She’d kissed him at the door and watched his vehicle as it disappeared from view. As she’d waited for Rissa she’d felt pleasantly sore. It had been years since she’d been with anyone.

  Now, on Monday at lunchtime, Julianne frowned as she had the day before. Being with Keenan was so natural and easy but niggles of guilt filled her. Logically, she knew her husband was gone but emotionally she had to come to terms with the feeling she was betraying him. Julianne pushed the idea away—she would figure it out another time.

  She heard a knock on the door before it was opened. She smiled at Keenan as he entered—she’d left word with her assistant to let him right in. Julianne stood, going to him, as Keenan closed the door behind him and reached for her. She pressed against him, kissing him gently. His hold was possessive as he ran his hand along her back. Julianne shivered as she dampened at the touch. She stepped back and, holding his hand, led him to the table. Keenan handed her the bag of food and Julianne unpacked it, opening their meals. In moments they were sitting, eating and filling each other in on their day. Julianne revelled in the intimacy they shared now that he allowed himself to touch her more freely.

  “Can you come over to my house on Friday night for dinner?” Keenan asked.

  Julianne thought of what was happening that day. It would be a perfect time. When Kendall couldn’t take Rissa for her last week Kendall had called on Sunday and made plans with Rissa for the upcoming Friday through Monday. Kendall would drop Rissa off at her day camp.

  “I can. And if I’m invited I can spend the weekend. Leave from your place to come to work on Monday.” Julianne slid her hand along the top of his thigh.