Passionate Kisses

by Various

  "You taste so good," he moans into my ear. I rake my hands into his hair; my body is shaking with desire.

  "Get a room, you two!" Julie shouts as she bounces by, being pulled along by a young, good-looking man.

  "Not a bad idea," Ryan says with a wicked smile. He pulls me off the dance floor, deeper into the club.

  The club is a lot bigger than I expected. I’ve been here a bunch of times, but never ventured past the dance floor as the bar and the bathrooms are up front. I can see tables, but it's a maze back here. The light is low and there are lots of twists and turns with private booths tucked here and there.

  Ryan stops and pulls me into a corner at the back of the club. He pushes me against the wall and envelops me with his arms.

  "Now, where were we?" he says, as he starts kissing my neck again.

  "Hmmmm," I hear myself murmur. Hands floating back up to his hair, I feel him press into me, igniting me. His leg pushes my thighs apart, his hand sliding up and down my newly exposed inner thigh.

  I feel him lift my skirt all the way up past my underwear. "Hey, Ryan—”

  "Nora," he breathes into my ear. "Don't worry about it. No one can see you. I'm blocking their view. No one cares, anyway."

  I try to relax again. His fingers scrape the edge of my underwear and my body trembles under his touch. He grinds his cock into me, oh, I really like that, a moan slips out from deep in my throat.

  His finger slips underneath the silk and deep inside of me. "Ohhhh," he moans. "You like this, don't you?"

  I can feel myself tense up.

  "Just relax. Don't talk. Just feel." He slowly drives his finger deeper inside of me, pressing me against the wall while rubbing his hard cock against my hip. His other arm is bracing against the wall above my head. I’m secluded from the club, protected. And yes, trapped. There is nothing I can do. Exhaling, I surrender.

  My hands run across his chest and up his arms. I feel his muscles working as he slides his finger in and out of me. The air is hot, my head is fuzzy, and I feel myself starting to come. That feeling is becoming so familiar now. I feel it building. I can't believe I'm going to come, right here in the club, right here with Ryan's hands on me and inside of me. Why is this so erotic?

  "Oh, that's it, Nora. You're going to kill me." His voice is strained and almost breaks. “This is what I was thinking about doing to you the night I met you.”

  I am coming. "Oh shit." I gasp. It hits fast, I feel my knees start to falter and my insides spasm. He presses me into the wall, holding me up, I close my eyes and let the sensation wash over me. Breathless, I let the world spin.

  When I open my eyes, I see Ryan sliding on a condom. "Are you crazy?" I hiss at him.

  He looks up at me and smiles. "What? Too much?" And before I can answer, he’s inside of me again. I feel his zipper grinding against my legs, but his pants seem to be staying up. I reach up and hold his shoulders. Good God, we are fucking right here in the club.

  With that thought, I am so turned on I almost come again immediately. Ryan stops moving for a second and looks at me. "Oh, fuck yeah. I knew it, Nora. I knew you were for me." And with that, he starts slamming me into the wall over and over again.

  It's so quick I barely have time to prepare. My world explodes, I see black spots, and every muscle in my body tenses for a split second, before the sweetest release.

  "Ohhhhh."

  "That's right, baby. Come for me. Right here in the club. Come for me." Sensation washes over me, the music is still loud, I feel it vibrating in my body just as I feel Ryan's cock inside of me, my orgasm rushing through my body, leaving me spent and breathless.

  Just then, I feel Ryan's whole body tense and his thrusts become more jagged. "Nora. Nora, I'm coming. Right now." Ryan's orgasm seems to last just as long as mine.

  Soon we are both breathing hard and leaning against the wall. He slides out and takes off the condom, ties it off, and cups it in his palm. I help him tuck in his shirt and button his pants.

  "Bathroom, then?" he asks.

  "Right," I say, straightening my skirt.

  Following him back through the maze of dark tables and booths, we cross the dance floor and to the bathroom. The music beats into my chest as we separate at the bathrooms.

  I dive into a stall. I cannot believe that just happened. Should I be embarrassed? I have no idea. I loved it. That was so amazing. But still, was that just way too slutty? I just screwed my brand new boyfriend at a dance club. Who does that? Is that going to be too much for him? For me?

  Having cleaned myself up and redressed, I head back out to the bar to find Ryan. I have no idea what to expect now. Looking around the room for him, I see Julie talking to a few people, some who look familiar, some who don’t. Looks like some of her friends showed up.

  I’m just about to go outside to look for Ryan when I feel him behind me. His whole body presses against mine from behind. I can't help the huge smile that spreads across my face. His arms surround me and hug me from all sides.

  "So. What's next?" he says in my ear. I lean back into his neck and feel my whole body relax. Honestly, I could curl up and go to sleep right now.

  "Well, uh, well—" I stutter.

  "Come on. One more dance. I love this song." He is surprisingly quick, and we jump back on the dance floor.

  Even though I have had no more alcohol, I’m not inhibited on the dance floor at all. I just let the music take me and move with Ryan. We dance for another half hour or so. It feels so good to just let loose and have fun.

  "Hey, Nora." Julie appears in front of me. "I know it's early still, but I gotta go. I'm exhausted, and Jason said he'd drive me home. I think I drank too much to drive."

  "Hey. Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home? You’re going to get to work okay? Are you okay with Jason?" The last thing I meant to do was abandon Julie here.

  She starts laughing. "Yes, Mother. I'll be fine. Jason is cool. I'll take a cab to work and we can come get my car at lunch. It's all good."

  I watch her walk away, exhaustion seeping into my bones. I turn to Ryan.

  "Yeah. Let's go. I'm so there." Ryan speaks before I can even open my mouth.

  He grabs my hand and moves me off the dance floor. I gather my stuff and we head to the parking lot.

  "So—I guess—" Suddenly, I'm awkward. What is the protocol for screwing on the date, instead of after? Does the guy still want to come over?

  "Yeah, Young. I'm coming over. I'll follow you." Ryan smiles at me as we walk to our cars.

  How does he do that?

  We drive in tandem, a small caravan to my apartment, and park next to each other. Two spots in the lot next to each other at this hour; it’s my lucky day. The air feels thin and cool as I step out of the car. Ryan holds my hand and leads me to my apartment. This time, I simply give him the keys, and he opens the door for us.

  It all seems so familiar, so easy. Deep in my brain, I wonder when the other shoe will drop.

  "Hey look at that, it's only 9:30," Ryan says, coming into the kitchen.

  "Oh, yeah? Feels much later, doesn't it?" I fuss around in the kitchen, tidying up, getting ready for tomorrow morning.

  "Well, you know what they say?" Ryan's voice is sexy, wanting, his hands are on me, waking up my insides.

  I turn around. "No. What do they say?"

  He kisses my neck, leaning me against the counter. "They say that if it's early, but it feels late, the only solution is a good orgasm."

  "Really? What if you already had a good orgasm? Would you need another?"

  "Oh, yes. You would definitely need another." His hands are unbuttoning my shirt, opening my collar and lifting my hair away from my neck.

  A loud knock on the door interrupts us. I freeze and look at Ryan.

  He lifts his hands and says, "Hey, don't look at me. I don't live here."

  "Good point," I say, and head to the door.

  Opening it, my mouth falls open.

  "Jesus, Nora, where have you been
? I've been waiting here since six. I finally gave up and grabbed food. But— " He looks at me and stops speaking.

  I take inventory of myself, shoes off, skirt off kilter, shirt open, hair tussled. "Darren. What are you doing here?"

  "What am I doing here? It's Wednesday night?" he says incredulously.

  "But, Darren. We broke up." I am so stunned I can't move.

  Darren looks at me and then his eyes find Ryan. They go wide then narrow, and then his ice-cold eyes come back to me.

  "You slut!"

  Ryan steps in between us, cutting me off from view.

  "Hey, buddy. I think you should leave now." Ryan's body fills the doorframe. I step back and let go of the door.

  "I knew it. You fucking bitch. I knew it. I knew you were sleeping with someone. I could smell it on you," he screams at me over Ryan.

  Ryan slams the door shut and locks it. "What the fuck?" Darren screams through the door. Ryan and I just stare at each other, the mood completely broken. "This is bullshit," he screams again, and then nothing.

  "I am so sorry about that. I swear to you, last time I saw him, he broke up with me. I'd never—" I stop talking. I don't even know why I'm trying. It's obvious what this looks like. It looks like I'm two timing them. Darren just made me out to be a slut in front of Ryan. And, I proved it by screwing him at the club. Why am I even trying, here?

  "You're sorry about that? You have nothing to be sorry about. That little bastard should be apologizing to you. What a prick. Had I known he was such a little turd, I wouldn't have waited so patiently for you two to end things. What an asshole." Ryan is pacing now, getting more and more fired up as he talks.

  "Oh," I say, shocked.

  "Hey." He stops pacing and looks at me. "You don't think I would believe him, do you? Come on, Nora, give me a little credit. I don't fall for that shit." Ryan walks over to me and hugs me.

  I realize that I have tears in my eyes.

  "I'm just so embarrassed. And tired. And embarrassed. God. I can't believe that just happened." Now I'm crying. Shit. I hate crying.

  "Nora. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing. Not for anything you have done. Not for Darren. Nothing." His chestnut eyes are peering into mine.

  "Well—I might be a little embarrassed about the way I jumped you at the club," I say, to lighten the mood. God, I just want to go to bed now.

  "I'd say we jumped each other, and please don't be embarrassed about that. I want to do that again." He slips a strand of hair behind my ears and kisses me on the cheek. "Let's go to bed."

  ~~~~~~~~

  Ryan's breathing, irregular and jagged, wakes me up. The clock gleams 3:42, too early to get up, but I'm wide awake. Ryan's obviously having some sort of action dream. I nudge him a little to wake him just enough to change dreams. Sometimes that works.

  He rolls over and spoons me. His breathing calms immediately, but I’m still wide awake, blinking in the dark. I'm antsy, sleep nowhere in sight. And then I realize why I’m up—I'm horny. Laughing to myself, I wonder if Ryan ever fantasized about being woken up mid act.

  Slowly, without waking him, I wiggle out of the spoon and turn to face him, sliding under the covers. I take his sleeping penis in my hand and slip the whole thing in my mouth. I use my tongue to slip around the tip and attach my lips around the base.

  With each slide out, he gets a little bigger, thicker. Soon, I won't be able touch the base with my lips. I palm his balls and glide my wet tongue from his balls to the tip of his awakening cock. Slipping his head into my mouth, I caress the shaft with my hands. His moans spur me on.

  Before I know it, his cock is rock hard and throbbing in my mouth, but he’s still not awake. I wrap my palm around his large shaft and take the head into my mouth and suck hard. Scrapping my teeth against his soft skin, then sliding my tongue over the rough spot.

  "Ahhhhggg." Ryan's voice is raw. I change directions with my tongue. "Holy shit, Nora!" He's awake now! "Ahhhhh. Oh, my God."

  I feel him struggling against my grip, but I'm not ready to be done just yet. I tighten both my mouth and my hand and he lies back against the pillow.

  "What the fuck?" Ryan is fully awake, so I crawl on top of him, rubbing his hard cock with my body as I snake my way up to his face.

  "I couldn't sleep," I whisper in his ear. "You know what they say?" I reach the top drawer for a condom.

  I hear him laugh, a high pitched laugh, "No, what do they say?" he breaths back at me.

  "The cure for insomnia is an orgasm. I'm testing that theory." With that, I slide the condom over his hard cock just before seating myself on him balls deep. Oh. My. God, that feels so good. As he stretches my insides, he leans back against his pillows. I’m on top of him, completely in charge. Slowly sliding up and down, I take his hands and rest them on my outer thighs as his eyes roll back in his head.

  “Watch me,” I whisper to him.

  His eyes fly open, locking with mine. I adjust the way I’m sitting to take more of him inside of me. Heat and desire pool in his eyes. His hands squeeze my thighs, causing his chest muscles to contract. It is so fucking sexy.

  Tussled, just woke up hair, muscled chest, swirling eyes, those eyes liquefy me. The look he is giving me makes me feel like I could conquer the world. As if there is nothing I couldn’t do. A flash thought invades my mind: I'd do anything for this man.

  "Oh, my God, Nora. Look at you. You’re so damn sexy," he says as he caresses my breasts and my legs. My back arches, opening my chest to him more. "Oh, yeah. You like that too, huh? You have the most beautiful breasts," he says, holding them, gently squeezing my nipples while I ride him.

  I feel it coming, that sweet hot honey, building with every squeeze, every pinch, every thrust. Soon, I can't think, I'm just feeling. My body has pushed my mind aside and completely taken over. My mind is simply enjoying the ride. My thrusts are harder and my breasts are in Ryan's face, I feel his tongue, his hands, his fingers on my nipples.

  "Ryan," I cry out. "Ryan. I'm coming, Ryan." I can hear my voice, it's loud and I should control it, but again, I am not in charge, my body is. "Ryan, come with me. I'm coming right now. I'm fucking you and I'm coming right now." I'm shouting now and I’m sure the neighbors can hear me, but I have no capacity to control it.

  I feel Ryan tense; his fingers pinch my nipples, hard. "Ahhhhh," I cry out again. This time, the orgasm shatters my world and I am lost to the sensation.

  "Oh shit, Nora. I'm," Ryan says as he tenses and convulses underneath me. Finally, he relaxes and for a while we just stay like that, breathing together.

  Opening my eyes, our surroundings come into focus. As he sits up I slide off and roll over. The bed lifts as Ryan gets up and I hear him flush the condom, but I’m asleep before he makes it back to bed.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  It's Saturday morning; I’m standing in my kitchen drinking coffee, although I don't think I need it. I’m so excited I can barely breathe, which I know is childish and stupid, but I can't help it. I haven't seen Ryan since Thursday morning. He didn't say much when we woke up, we were both rushed because we had slept late, so there wasn't a lot of time for conversation. He didn't seem upset though; he seemed pleased.

  Still, he called that afternoon to tell me that he was slammed at work and wouldn't be able to see me until the weekend. It was only Thursday and I didn't want to sound pouty, but it did make the rest of the week drag on.

  Work was awful. I’d gotten used to the tempo of the event and used to seeing Ryan at work, so the last two days were long, slow, and boring. I now have several small projects I’m working on for other people, nothing too overwhelming, nothing too exciting. I’m having a hard time engaging.

  Julie and Sophia think I’m just having event-ending blues, which they say is common in the business. I say I'm having hate-my-job blues, but I didn't share that with either of them.

  I check my phone again, still on, still charged, still no call from Ryan. The last time we talked, he said he had a surprise
for me. I can't wait to see what it is. It’s 7:15 and I've been up for about half an hour with a one track mind: where is Ryan? When is Ryan going to call? What is Ryan's surprise?

  Yep, it's annoying the crap out of me.

  Taking a deep breath, I sip my coffee. I should shower and get ready, so he won't have to wait for me when he calls. Yes, that's a good idea, do something! As I walk down the hall toward the bathroom, I hear a knock on my front door.

  Oh no, this better not be Darren. I don't want to see him ever again.

  I slink over to the door and peek through the hole. My heart leaps into my mouth; it's Ryan!

  "Hi," I stammer. What, now I'm tongue-tied?

  He looks delicious. He's wearing jeans that fit him perfectly, snug in all the right places, yet still hanging off his hips, accentuating his healthy physique, a faded green long sleeve T-shirt, and what are those, hiking boots? Interesting. An entirely different Ryan than I've seen around the office. His hair is slightly disheveled, giving him a relaxed, almost boyish look. His eyes are flashing copper.

  "Hey, Sunshine! You look like you could use some nourishment." He holds up an Einstein bagel bag and two cups of coffee.

  He bought me coffee and breakfast? That was the surprise? I let him in.

  "Hey yourself. You really are a morning person, aren't you?" I say, following him to the kitchen.

  "Yes, unless some vixen unexpectedly wakes me up in the middle of the night with her own agenda." His grin is all the reassurance I need to not be hugely embarrassed by that comment. I still squirm a little.

  "Does that happen often?" I ask, coyly.

  "Only once!" He stares straight at me, dead serious.

  Oh! My mouth drops open. I am a freak.

  He walks toward me and nuzzles my neck. "And I hope it happens again and again and again. Best night ever." He kisses my ear.

  My insides tighten and coil, how does he do that to me so fast? Here I am in my PJs, in need of a shower, and yet I feel sexier than ever.