by Gina Kincade
I winked and stepped around her. I took five steps and stopped.
She wasn't following any more.
I turned my head back.
"You coming?" I pointed toward my house.
She blinked and looked around.
I walked back toward her. I took her hand and held it. Ran my fingers across her wrist.
"Come on. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." I half expected her to turn and walked back toward the bar.
She licked those luscious lips and followed. She fell into step next to me.
"How was your first month of law school?" I asked. The silence made me uncomfortable. We were lawyers. We liked the noise.
"Stressful."
"You need me to help you relieve some stress?" I nudged her with my elbow.
"You always talk like this?" She rested her hands on her hips. She had great hips.
"Like what?"
"Like you know the answers, but ask the question anyway." She looked away.
Yes, I did. It was the oldest lawyer rule in the book. Don't ask a question you don't know the answer to.
I reached up and touched her cheek. She flinched away from me.
"Hey." I turned her face back to me. "It's okay. You don't have to be hard with me."
"I don't even know what I'm doing here." She rocked on her heels.
"I know the answer to that questions, too." I grabbed her hand and continued toward my place. "You saw me in the bar. You thought I was pretty good looking. "
"Don't be so modest." She laughed.
Fuck if it didn't make me hard.
"You were instantly attracted to me. You figured I'm a brother of one of your classmates, so I'm safe."
"There's nothing safe about you, Ethan."
Yeah, say my name again.
"You think I'm dangerous," I whispered.
"Maybe a little."
I smirked and held my head up.
"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I do have one question that I don't know the answer to." I steered her across the street. "There are plenty," I emphasized the word plenty, "of good looking guys who would be more than happy to help you work off some stress at school."
"Yeah, well, let's just say I can't afford to have six hundred people knowing my secret." The attitude had dropped. She spoke with a sexy tone.
I stopped in front of my building. She walked around me and turned to face me.
"What's your secret?" I asked.
"You live here alone?" She stared up at my brownstone
"I own the building. I live in the first and second floor. Basement and third, I rent out." I brought her face back to me. "What secret?"
I was curious.
"I like to fuck," she said.
Initial reaction, my cock pulsed in my pants. Her exclamation took the wind out of my cool guy sails. I was two seconds away from drooling and nodding.
I watched her expression, waiting for her to blush or smirk.
She stood with her hands on her hips and her face tilted up at me, challenging me.
She thought she had all the power. That this was going according to her plan. It was time to show her who was in charge.
I stepped close but didn't touch her.
Her faced tilted up.
My lips hovered near hers.
She blinked rapidly but didn't turn away or step back.
We were at a stalemate.
I could wait her out.
I scanned her face, taking in the subtle shades of her blue eyes. Her eyelashes were long. She wore less makeup than a woman dressed like her would normally wear. She smelled amazing. Like flowery and sweet—sweeter than a woman who told me she liked to fuck.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and it caused her tits to brush against my chest. My mind told me to stand firm. The rest of my body betrayed me.
She had me breathing hard, too.
I tried another approach.
I broke eye contact and looked around the street. We were alone. I took one step back.
She grinned in triumph.
"Unbutton your shirt."
Her smile faltered. She scanned the street.
"You want to fuck." I tilted my head. "What are you willing to do for it?"
She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm not going to just give it up. What kind of guy do you think I am?" I asked with a cocky chuckle. I sounded more like my brother. It amazed me the way he spoke to girls. That was the thing. They were all girls. Kendall was a woman.
She reached up and undid a few buttons and pulled her shirt open. Her tits sat encased in a black and white laced bra.
I nodded and stepped back toward her. I ran the back of my hand over the swell of her tits. The lace bra was expensive. I ran my hand down her stomach.
She stared off into the distance behind me.
"You are beautiful." I pinched her skin.
Her throat hitched, but she didn't move.
I leaned over and laid a chaste kiss on her collarbone.
She shivered.
My tongue darted out and tasted her skin.
She whimpered.
I stepped back abruptly.
It caught her off balance.
"Let's go," I said and skipped up the six steps to my front door. I unlocked the door and walked into the main hall that ran the length of the brownstone. A set of stairs led to the third-floor apartment. I used another key to open the door to my place beneath the stairs.
I walked into my place. Dropped my keys on the small table near the door and set my briefcase on the kitchen table, which was strewn with papers. I gathered them and placed them in a pile while I waited for her to follow me.
She didn't come right away. I imagined her having a little conversation with herself about what she was walking into.
She stopped inside the door.
I took some items into the kitchen and came back out focused on everything but the woman standing at my door with her shirt open.
The heat rolling off her body was full of lust and anger.
"Come in," I said but didn't look at her.
She walked in a few more steps.
"Get on your knees," I said.
She didn't comply.
I faked a frustrated sigh.
"Kendall," I said, my tone firm. I still hadn't looked at her. "Get on your knees."
I waited another minute. Maybe she wanted me to make her obey. I could do that.
When she didn't kneel, I turned in her direction in time to catch a glimpse of her blouse as she escaped down the hall.
"Fuck."
I ran after her.
She had made it to the front door. She jerked on the handle with one hand while pulling her shirt closed with the other.
When the door wouldn't budge, she slammed her hand on it and cried out.
"Hey." I came up behind her.
"Stay away from me." She straightened up. She tried the door again.
I held my hands up.
"What happen?" I asked.
She whimpered and leaned her head against the door. I stood to the side and watched her break down.
Tears fell from her eyes.
"Hey. I'm sorry." I placed my hand on her back. She flinched but didn't move away.
"If that's what you're into. I'm ..." Her voice trailed off.
"Shh. It's okay." I pulled her into my arms.
She laid her head on my chest but didn't hug me back.
"I was just playing the game." I rubbed up and down her back. "I thought it was what you needed so you could let go."
She leaned back.
"You don't know me."
"Obviously, but you followed me for a reason." I stepped back and held her face in my hands.
"I just thought ..." Her voice trailed off again.
"You thought what."
"I thought we could you know?"
"Fuck."
Her sudden shyness turned me on even more than the girl who unbuttoned her shirt on comma
nd.
"Yeah." She leaned back and placed her hand on my chest. She blinked with a hopeful look in her eyes.
Oh, wow. Who is this girl?
I pulled her toward me, her body flush against mine. I kissed her cheek.
She tilted her head.
I laid soft kisses down her neck.
She moaned and pressed her body into mine.
She ran her hands around my waist and slid a hand into the back of my pants. She flexed her fingers on the top of my ass and pulled me closer.
My hard-on pressed into her stomach, and she rocked back and forth. It was a slight movement, but it had me breathing hard.
She turned the tables on me, but it was no longer a game.
"I'll do you one better," I said.
She leaned back and tilted her head up at me.
"I'll even cook you breakfast in the morning."
She grinned and blinked.
I laid a soft kiss on her mouth and walked backward toward my place, bringing her with me.
Chapter Five
Ethan
By the time we stepped foot across the threshold of my place, her kisses had become more urgent, more aggressive. I tried to match her.
She pulled away. Her lips swollen and plump. Her breath labored.
I stared into her eyes, and she kissed me again. Our tongues battled. She grunted in frustration, and I relented. Letting her win. She needed to be the pursuer.
Fine.
I'd let her. This time.
"Bedroom?" she asked but bit my bottom lip before I could answer.
I pointed up the stairs.
She pushed me in that direction. Her hands made quick work of my tie. She pulled it over my head and deposited it on the ground.
She worked on the buttons of my shirt. We climbed the stairs. When we got to the door of my bedroom, I stopped before going in.
She pushed. I stood firm.
She untucked my shirt and held on to the two ends.
I rested my hands on either side of the doorframe.
She tilted her head up and looked at me.
Her eyes were sad and needy.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said. I leaned in.
She leaned back.
I stood straight and grinned.
She grinned back.
I scanned her body. It was all tense and stiff, but softened when I settled on her face again.
She stepped closer to me. She dropped my shirt and ran her hand down my chest and my abs. She leaned over and tasted my skin. Her soft tongue darted out.
She ran her palms over my nipples, and they hardened. She did it again, and they ached. She made her way down my abs. Her mouth followed.
Her mouth felt good on me. Her plump lips kissed my chest. She took my nipple in her mouth and tasted it with her tongue before biting it.
"Hey," I said, wincing.
She grinned and swirled her tongue around it.
"Didn't you want me to kneel for you?" she asked and winked. She kissed down my stomach and lowered herself to the floor.
I chuckled.
She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down my hips.
My cock was hard and painfully strained in my boxer briefs.
She showed pity on it and gave me some relief. She ran her hand over the bulge.
"What did you want me to do on my knees, Ethan?" she asked.
"Whatever you want, Kendall," I said, mimicking her tone. She did the seductive voice better than I did.
"Did you want me to suck your cock?" she asked.
"Well, since you're down there?" I said shrugging my shoulders.
I wasn't sure about the game she was playing, but if her believing she was in charge would get my cock sucked, I'd play along.
She squeezed my cock through my shorts. Nibbling on the head while running her hand over the length.
I winced and tightened my grip on the doorframe.
She stared up at me. The grin on her face made me even harder. She curled her fingers over my waistband and pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang out, hard and long.
She held my gaze. If my size surprised her, she didn't show it. She didn't give anything away; her expression was hard to read. She reached for it, maintaining eye contact.
She ran her hand up and down my length a couple of times, her touch light and tentative. Her fingertips tapped along my length.
I took a step back and reached for my cock. I didn't need soft and unsure. Was I going to need to show her how to touch me?
I didn't get a chance.
She tightened her grip and pulled me back toward her. Nothing timid in the way she held me now.
She spit on the head of my cock and used her hand to spread it down my shaft. She gripped my member with expert hands, pumping up and down.
My hips moved forward.
She stopped in mid stroke. She squeezed.
I groaned.
She continued with the hand job from heaven.
She varied the depth, the pressure, and the speed of her stroke. It was masterfully done really. She twisted her fist around the shaft. She ran her palm over the head and back down the other side with a twist. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, paying attention to the different sensations her hand made. If she was this skilled with one hand, imagine what she could do with two.
I didn't get to find out, but thankfully I got to experience what she could do with her mouth.
She placed the head of my cock on her tongue. She sucked hard on the head while jerking me off.
"Fuck." I roared. My legs buckled. I regained some composure, but it was short lived.
She took my cock into her mouth, half an inch at a time, and sucked. Her tongue swirled around.
It made my head swim.
She took her time, savoring every inch of me.
I stared down and watched with awe.
I thought she couldn't take anymore, but then the head of my cock nudged the back of her throat. I was pleased. I was happy. I had found joy when she swallowed my cock down her throat. I knew what hell felt like. Only pleasure from hell could feel so good.
"Fuck." I bucked up against her.
She held on.
"I'm coming!" I yelled.
She took me farther down.
I grabbed the back of her head and unloaded down her throat.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." What was she doing to me?
I loosened my grip on her hair.
She slid off my cock, but she wasn't done. She took it in her mouth and sucked more.
I shot another stream in the back of her throat and stumbled backward. Thankfully, my bed was only a few feet away. I flopped down on it with my hands out to my side to steady myself.
I ran my hands over my face and shook my head to clear the fog.
I had never come like that before. It hurt like fuck, but oh man, did it feel good.
When my eyes came back into focus, Kendall remained at the door on her knees.
She had spread her legs wide, and her skirt gathered up around her waist.
Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy. Her other hand had pulled the cups of her bra down and was pulling and twisting her nipples. She stared into my eyes.
I couldn't look away.
It was the single sluttiest image I'd ever seen, and it was playing out in front of me in real life.
She moaned and closed her eyes. She dipped a finger into her pussy, deep and pulled on her left nipple.
She abandoned her tits to use both hands between her legs. She continued to fuck herself, using two fingers now. She rubbed her other hand over her clit.
Her mouth opened, and she licked her lips. Her eyes remained closed.
I wanted in on this slutty act. I stood and shuffled toward her, my slack around my thighs. I knelt in front of her and touched her tits.
Her eyes shot open, and her hand stopped moving.
I ran my hand over her nipples. Heat emanated from the pebbled tips.
She returned to pleasuring herself.
I leaned over and took one in my mouth. I nibbled on it with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue.
"Yes," she said and arched her back.
I sucked on it hard.
She groaned and arched more, offering herself to me.
I switched to the other. My tongue danced around her tits, tugging and biting and sucking. I was definitely a breast man. I sucked her nipple between my lips.
"Harder," she said.
I bit it.
"Yes. Like that." She shivered.
Her body stiffened, and she screamed.
I bit harder, and she jerked back.
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to me. I wanted to feel it. My mouth closed over her other nipple.
She screamed and came with a shudder. I kept my mouth on her.
She tried to push me away as she rode out her orgasm.
I wasn't letting go.
When she finished riding the wave, she lifted her head and peered into my eyes.
My cock grew hard again under her gaze.
She pushed me back.
I dropped back on my ass. My pants tangled around my ankles and my shirt opened.
The hands that had been in her pussy a minute ago now carefully untied my shoes. She slid them off my feet and set them next to the wall. She peeled off my socks, folded them, and put them inside my shoes.
She reached for the cuff of my pants and slid them off.
I grinned but remained quiet.
My wallet fell out of my pants pocket. She picked it up and flipped it open.
I opened my mouth to protest.
She pulled out the condom I carried around, closed the wallet, and set it on top of my pants.
She grabbed my shorts and pulled them off. Again, with the folding. Was she a neat freak?
She crawled up my body and pushed my shirt off my shoulders. She straddled me, rubbing her pussy juices all over me.
When my shirt was off, she gathered it in her hands, but instead of folding it, she balled it up, pushed me down, and placed the shirt under my head.
She unwrapped the condom then grabbed my cock. No more tentative holds. She rolled the condom down my shaft, placed me at her entrance, and sank down.
Chapter Six
Kendall
"Oh, my God."
I had had him in my mouth, so I knew he would be big. I hadn't had sex in a while but I was far from a virgin. Yet, when he entered me, it hurt. He was so big and stretched me out. I shuddered and sat still, adjusting to his size.
