Light Switch

by Lauren Gallagher

  “Oh… God…” He released my hair and grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him in the same moment he drove his cock as deep as he could into my pussy. There he held me, releasing a long, throaty groan as his cock twitched inside me. The almost-there pulses of my own orgasm receded, but I had no doubt he’d have me near and over that edge again before the night was over.

  He gathered my hair in one hand and swept it over my shoulder. Then he leaned down and kissed the exposed side of my neck.

  “That has been one of my fantasies ever since the first time you played poker here,” he whispered, his stubble grazing my skin as he spoke. “Every time we’ve played cards here, I’ve wanted to throw you over this table and fuck you. Just like this.”

  I closed my eyes and moaned as he pulled out slowly. Then I pushed myself up and turned around to face him. For all the times I’d seen him blush or seen his color change with the exertion of a hard run, the flush of pink across his cheeks now made my knees tremble. I cupped his face in both hands, inhaling sharply as the feverish heat of his skin met my palms, and kissed him.

  “Let’s go in the bedroom,” he slurred.

  Our trek from the dining room to the bedroom mirrored the one from the front door to the table, but in slow motion. We still relied on walls and each other for balance, still tripped over each other’s feet and the clothing we struggled to discard, we just didn’t move as quickly now. Satisfaction reined back the frantic desperation that had nearly had us fucking in the backseat of the cab. Our movements were slower, but there was enough fervor behind every kiss and tremble in every touch to tell me in no uncertain terms that we weren’t done yet.

  In the bedroom, my bra fell to the floor, and the only thing that remained on either of us was Matt’s boxers. We separated long enough for him to step out of them, and I bit my lip as he did. I’d seen him naked before, from a distance, and now he was close enough to touch. Now he invited me to touch. What I’d secretly watched from the shadows was now mine to have, and as my heart raced and my clit tingled, I wondered if having me like this gave him the same thrill.

  Our eyes met, and there was no doubt in my mind. The hunger in his narrowed eyes was unmistakable, especially when he absently licked his lips.

  A heartbeat later, we were tangled up in each other again, kissing with the same desperation and need as when we’d stumbled into his apartment. We’d both come already, but that hadn’t even begun to take the edge off.

  He took a step forward, forcing me back. Then another. We continued this close-quarters, shuffling dance until I bumped into his bed.

  “Jesus, I’ve been wanting you forever,” he whispered, grasping my hair to keep me from pulling away. “I could fuck you all night.”

  I started to speak, but he suddenly released my hair, grabbed my shoulders, and threw me down on his bed. A violent tremor drove a whimper out of me.

  Instead of joining me on the bed as I’d anticipated, he knelt beside it and pushed my knees apart. In an instant, his mouth was on my pussy and my back was off the bed. His tongue was dangerously close to my clit, maddeningly close, but didn’t touch it. Instead, he drew slow, delicious arcs just close enough to take my breath away. Teasing. Tantalizing. This wasn’t a man who couldn’t find my clit. After all, he’d found it earlier. No, he knew exactly where it was, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

  His fingers slipped into me in the exact moment that he closed his lips around my clit and circled it with his tongue. My back arched and I gasped, my toes curling as my fingers clawed at the bedding beside me.

  “You taste incredible,” he whispered hoarsely, his breath teasing my clit and sending electric shocks through me. “Your pussy is…” He paused, as if he couldn’t find the words, then dipped his head to taste me again.

  I reached down to grasp his hair, but hesitated for a split second. Am I allowed to—

  It’s Matt. Not Scott.

  I combed my fingers through his hair, mowing over the carefully arranged mess of spikes and not giving a damn because his mouth was driving me insane.

  “That’s amazing,” I moaned. “Oh my God, Matt, that’s…”

  He responded with a gentle murmur, his mouth never leaving me, the vibration of his voice rippling against my clit. I grasped his hair and my hips pushed against his mouth and hand. I’d never experienced anything like this. He touched me like he knew my own pussy better than I did. He knew places within me that I didn’t, and he ignited sensations I’d never before felt.

  I squeezed his fingers and moaned, my body writhing against him, but he didn’t let me come yet. How long it went on, I didn’t know. I lost all sense of time and I didn’t care because nothing existed but his mouth and fingers and anything they touched.

  He withdrew his fingers and paused. I whimpered as he pushed three in this time and his rhythm increased, faster and faster, his fingers bent and his tongue circling my clit as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

  When I came, I couldn’t cry out. I couldn’t moan. I couldn’t breathe. My back arched and my entire body was on fire the way my clit was against his tongue. And still he went on, releasing wave upon unbearable wave of electricity until I could take no more and gently pushed his head away. He rose and watched me, grinning as his fingers kept moving just enough to keep my orgasm going.

  At last I took in a breath and released it in a soft moan of surrender. I tried to speak, couldn’t make my mouth cooperate. He leaned over me and kissed me, his tongue sweet from my pussy. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and I could finally breathe again.

  He licked his lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”

  You’re not the only one, I couldn’t quite say. Fuck speech. I couldn’t get enough of him. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock, teasing him with long, even strokes.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

  “Get on your back.” I pushed his shoulder gently.

  He closed his hand around my wrist and pinned it to the bed. “No, stay just like that.”

  “But I want—”

  “There will be time for that later. But if I don’t fuck you in the next thirty seconds, I’m—” He cut himself off by kissing me, and the palpable need in his kiss finished the sentence.

  He leaned to one side. The nightstand drawer rattled. Something rustled. And still he kissed me, right up until he had the condom in his hand. Then and only then did he sit up, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and tossing it in the vicinity of the nightstand. With trembling hands and a long streak of muttered curses, he got the condom on. As he came back down to me, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, kissing him desperately, frantically.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, and—thank God, yes, finally—he was inside me again. There was nothing slow or gentle about the way he moved. My pussy was wet enough to accommodate him with ease, and he took full advantage of it, fucking me so hard I was sure the bed was going to rattle to pieces beneath us.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re amazing,” he growled. “You…” A sharp breath whispered just beneath my ear. “I swear to God your pussy was made for my cock.”

  My body fell into his rhythm, my hips rolling in time with his thrusts and pulling him deeper.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “That’s…” There existed no words with the capacity to tell him how incredible he felt, how much I wanted him to keep doing exactly that all night, and how close he already had me to coming again.

  “I can’t tell you,” he said, panting against my neck, “how long I’ve wanted to fuck you, and you’re...” He trailed off, a tremor breaking his rhythm for a split second. “…you’re even better than I imagined.”

  Likewise, Matt. I swore his cock was getting thicker with each stroke, but realized it was my own pussy tightening around him, pulling him in, pulling him deeper as he pushed me closer to another orgasm. He groaned softly and changed his rhythm just a little. Then he lifted himse
lf up and looked down.

  “Now that is fucking beautiful,” he growled, almost purring as he watched himself move in and out of me.

  “You like watching yourself, don’t you?” I asked, somehow managing to articulate it clearly enough to be heard.

  Our eyes met.

  “I like watching you,” he said. “Especially now that I’m the one fucking you.” And just for good measure, he fucked me harder. I gripped his shoulders and moaned. His muscles rippled under my fingers with every deep, powerful thrust

  “You know I’ve watched you,” he said, panting. “You know, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  “And it turns you on, doesn’t it?” He thrust a little harder. “That’s why you leave the window shade open now, isn’t it?”

  The way he moved inside me reduced me to another wordless moan, but I managed a nod. He slid his hands under my back and came down to kiss me. Thrusting only from the hips now, his body pressed against my clit as his cock hit my G-spot again and again.

  “Oh God, baby,” he breathed, gripping my shoulders and knocking the air out of my lungs with every thrust. “Every time I’ve watched you come…” He shivered. “…I’ve wanted to be the one making you come.”

  I clawed his back, my own spine arching off the bed as his cock and his confession drove me right into the stratosphere.

  “This is the way I’ve wanted to see you all along.” He pushed himself back up on his arms. “Just like this, just like this, and…” He looked down, watching his cock moving in and out of my pussy. “Oh God, oh God, just. Like. That.” With one last, hard thrust, he threw his head back, and came.

  Then he collapsed over me, and we held each other in breathless silence. After a while, he lifted himself off me again.

  “I wasn’t kidding,” he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long, long time.”

  “You’re not the only one.”

  He smiled and kissed me. “I hope I didn’t disappoint.”

  “Not in the least.”

  “Good.” He dropped a quick kiss on my forehead, then got up to get rid of the condom. Our bodies were much too hot to get under the covers, so we lay on our sides on top of the rumpled comforter.

  I brushed a drop of sweat off his temple. “So you have been watching me.”

  His cheeks colored and he avoided my eyes. “I figured you knew, I just, you know, felt kind of weird about it.” Scratching the back of his neck, he looked at me again. “I didn’t want to creep you out or anything.”

  “If it bothered me, I’d have closed the shade.”

  “I know. But…” He trailed off for a moment. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do.” I kissed him lightly. “How long? I mean, before you knew I saw you?”

  “I’d caught a glimpse of you a few times before the night you saw me, but I never watched you. Not until you left the shade open. I assumed that meant you didn’t mind.”

  I smiled. “You assumed right.”

  “I’ve always been a voyeur by nature, but never like that. I’m not the guy who’d go creeping around someone’s windows late at night. But, I do like to watch, and that first night I saw you…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Jesus, Kris, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

  My cheeks burned now. I avoided his eyes for a second, then met them again. “I have to be perfectly honest. The whole thing, you watching me, was part of why Alec and I split.”

  His eyes widened. “What? He knew?”

  “No, no, he never knew.” I chewed the inside of my cheek. “It was just the fact…” I sighed.

  He ran the pad of his thumb across my cheekbone. “What?”

  I swallowed. “You were looking at me. And…” I hesitated. “This is going to sound really stupid.”

  “Somehow I doubt that.”

  “Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I laughed in spite of myself. “I liked it, when you watched me. Mostly because I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone look at me like that.”

  Matt’s eyes widened. “He didn’t?”

  “Not for a long time, no.”

  He caressed my face. “Have I ever told you what an idiot Alec is? Because he’s an even bigger one than I thought.”

  I smiled half-heartedly. “He’s out of the picture now, so…” I trailed off and shrugged.

  Matt ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me. “Well, his loss is my gain, isn’t it?” After one more kiss, he sank back onto the pillow. He fell quiet for a moment, and when he looked at me again, some of his earlier shyness crept into the creases between his eyebrows. “So, where exactly do we go from here?”

  I pursed my lips and shook my head. “I have no idea.” I hesitated. “Honestly, I’m not ready for another relationship. I can do this, I just…” I paused, shaking my head. “It’s so soon after Alec, and there’s also Scott—”

  “I know,” he whispered, touching the underside of my jaw with the backs of his fingers. “I’m not asking for anything more than this.”

  “So what is ‘this’?” I asked. “I mean…” I exhaled hard. “I don’t even know where to start.”

  “I guess we start here and see where we end up.” He smiled, if shyly. “Because I rather like where we’re starting.”

  “Me too.”

  “And besides,” he said, “I’m going to be out of town for that trade show next week. So at least this way…” He trailed a finger up the center of my back. “…I know you’re in good hands while I’m gone.”

  “True.” I leaned in to kiss him. “But I’m in good hands right now, too.”

  His hand drifted into my hair and, just before our lips met, he whispered, “You’re damn right you are.”

  I could do this.

  Hot sex with Matt in between hot sex with Scott?

  Oh yes, I could do this.

  I hoped.

  Chapter 15

  Instead of spending the evening in the bedroom or dungeon, Scott surprised me by suggesting we go out for dinner on Saturday night. Not just a casual dinner like we’d done a million times before, but the kind of place that necessitated a skirt for me and a tie for him.

  Whatever type of restaurant it was, one thing was for sure: it wasn’t somewhere I could beg him to make me come. And that would have been extra frustrating, I thought with a pang of guilt, had Matt not given me so many orgasms last night.

  Conversation was sparse over dinner. Our friendly banter was absent, as was our shameless flirtation, and it wasn’t any fault of his. If anything, it was a result of my conscience, which kept reminding me that I’d disobeyed him. Repeatedly. I’d been too caught up in the moment to worry about it at the time, but every time I met Scott’s eyes, the guilt burned a little hotter.

  He folded his arms on the table behind his empty plate. “You’re awfully quiet tonight. It doesn’t bother you to be seen in public with me, does it?”

  I laughed. “I’ve been seen in public with you plenty of times.”

  “Yeah, but we’re actually someplace respectable.”

  “Hmm, good point. I hadn’t thought of that.”

  He eyed me. “Then that isn’t why you’d gone quiet, is it?”

  “No. No, it isn’t.” I chewed my lip. When I met his eyes again, his eyebrows were raised, his expression somewhere between inquisitive and alarmed. I sighed. “I have to confess something.”

  The scales tipped in favor of ‘alarmed.’ He cleared his throat. “Okay, go ahead.”

  “I, um, didn’t quite follow your rule for the last few days.”

  “Oh, really? Again?” Scott clicked his tongue and shook his head. Though his tone was made of disapproval, he couldn’t hide the relief in his eyes and the way he set his shoulders. Whatever he’d expected me to say, this confession wasn’t nearly as serious. Scolding though he might have been, he looked like he’d dodged a bullet. “Kristen, what ever am I going to do with you?”

  I laughed, my face burning. �
�Well, I tried this time, I really did. But I…” I dropped my gaze for a moment, certain my face was redder than the rose in the vase between us. “Let’s just say I didn’t act alone.”

  He chuckled and shrugged. “I guess I can’t hold it against you, then. I didn’t exactly take into consideration you might have an accomplice.”

  “You don’t mind, though?” I chewed my lip. “I mean, I guess this might have been something to clear up before we got started, but, since you have your other subs, I assume it’s not against the rules for me to see other people?”

  “Of course not.” He put his hand over mine on the table. “You’re right, we should have established that up front. I assumed it was clear.”

  “So did I,” I said. “It just occurred to me, um, after the fact…”

  Scott grinned. “Neighbor?”

  I blinked. “How did you know?”

  “Come on, now,” he said. “Give me a little credit. He’s been watching us fuck, and a blind man could see the chemistry between the two of you. To be honest, I’m surprised it took this long.”

  “Really?”

  “Hell, yeah. And I’m glad you’ve got something going with him now.”

  I cocked my head. “What do you mean?”

  He ran the tip of his thumb along the inside of my wrist and grinned. “Krissy, you’ve just spent four years enduring a degree of sexual frustration that would have driven me batshit. With all the sexual karma you’re cashing in right now? I say, the more the merrier.”

  The waiter suddenly materialized, and judging by the wide-eyed look he gave Scott, he’d caught at least part of the conversation. My cheeks burned a little, but Scott didn’t appear fazed in the slightest. Typical Scott.

  The waiter cleared his throat. “Could I, um, interest you in anything off the dessert menu?”

  “Not for me, thanks,” I said.

  “And for you, sir?”

  Scott shook his head. “No, but I would like a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, please.”

  “Cabernet Sauvignon,” the waiter said with a nod. Then he made a quick escape. I could only imagine what was going through his mind. High-brow or not, I had no doubt plenty of odd conversations happened in this place, but ours had evidently caught him off guard.