by S. K. Lessly
I held her face in between my hands, moving her head the way I wanted to so I could kiss her the way I needed to; taking control of her pleasures instantly.
Misty started a slow grind against me; a whispered moan escaping her mouth and floating into mine. Her body shivered slightly against me, but she never increased the speed of her hips. She thought she was in control. It was going to be fun to show her just how wrong she was.
My hands began to travel from the sides of her face into her hair. I gripped her wild tresses tight, released her lips and started to rain feather-like kisses along her chin, underneath jaw, down the front of her neck. She moaned again, softly calling my name as her hands caressed my arms and shoulders.
Enough of this soft shit.
I let go of her hair and pulled off her tank top revealing a pair of beautiful bare breasts for the taking. Misty had a fantastic set of boobs. Big enough to fill my large hands just the way I liked. Her nipples, now, they were a complete and utter turn on for me. They were bite sized and mouthwatering as hell. They reminded me of those gummy multi-colored candies I used to get at the movies when I was a child called Dots, especially when she was turned on. I loved raking my tongue over them, teasing them, and sucking them. They filled my mouth nicely and oh, were they sensitive as hell. I hadn’t tried this yet, but I truly believed that if I sucked on them and played with them long enough, I’d make her come for sure.
I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, fondling her with my tongue, while my fingers played with the other one. The deep throaty moan that she finally let lose was music to my ears. Misty’s hands gravitated back to my hair as “Ohhhh, Shane…” fell lazily from her lips.
I continued my assault on her senses, providing her heightened pleasures as I massaged and squeezed her breasts. I pushed them together and switched from one nipple to the next, sucking them, licking them, biting them. Misty’s cries of passion were getting louder; the movement of her hips growing faster, more erratic.
“Fuck, Shane...” Misty growled, pushed back from me, breaking my lip-lock on her nipple, and proceeded to kiss the hell out of me.
I, in turn, gripped her hips, pushed my boulder sized dick against her pussy and grinded against her core. I enjoyed foreplay like any guy, but there were times when foreplay was just a useless tease.
Misty shifted her body away from mine and moved her hands to the front of my pants; her lips never breaking its connection to mine. She was working to get my pants undone and I should have helped her, however, I was too busy grabbing and squeezing her bare ass underneath her shorts to do anything else. Finally hearing my zipper coming undone, I lifted my hips so she could pull my pants down.
My hands went on attack, playing with her nipples, trapping them against my curled forefingers and the pad of my thumbs. Misty started moaning again, but this time the moan sounded more frustrated than anything. That’s when I realized she hadn’t released the beast yet. She was tugging on my pants trying to get them down my thighs. I grinned as I pulled back from her lips, not too far mind you.
“Baby,” I whispered. “You have to get up so I can take my pants off the rest of the way.”
Misty groaned as she awkwardly stood and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I also didn’t miss the opportunity to rid her of her shorts too. I yanked them down while she pulled my pants past my knees. She then pulled my boxer briefs down just enough for Mr. Rocket to spring free.
She licked her lips as she righted herself in front of me in her naked, beautiful glory. The light from the television was the only light in the room and it somehow made her glow before me. I looked up in her eyes, my impatient dick in my hands, and waited to see what she was going to do next. She had options, but I only wanted one.
“Turn around and sit on my dick,” I demanded, my voice firm, authoritative, and pained as fuck.
She obeyed just like that. There was no lip, no fuss, and no push back from my bluntness. All I saw was desire, need, and avidity all over her.
Misty slowly stepped out of the shorts and shifted her legs on the outside of mine. She looked down at me, touched the side of my face lightly with her fingertips before she turned and lowered herself slowly, unbearably, onto my rod.
The moment I eased into her heated soaked core, my head lulled back against my couch and my eyes rolled in the back of my head.
“Fuckkk,” I groaned as her tight pussy smothered me inch by agonizing inch.
My hands instinctively went to her hips and I circled mine slowly a few times, working my hard length in and out, until I was fully sated between her slick folds.
“Damn, you feel so good,” I told her as she settled on my lap.
She looked back at me over her shoulder and winked before this vivacious, spirited, and sexy-ass woman went to work. I mean, fuck. I knew she was skilled at riding me, that had been proven already. But this…
I didn’t know if twerking was the proper term to use right now, but shit her hips and ass was doing something a-fucking-mazing on my dick. She was leaning forward slightly, her hands resting on my knees, her ass bouncing up and down as she moved her hips from side to side.
I slouched further into the couch wanting to slide deeper inside her. She moaned and moved faster on top of me, chasing that sensation that I knew was building.
Wanting to help her along, because that was the kind of guy was, I began meeting her movements with quick sharp thrusts. By moving with her she received more of that sensation she longed for, and more of what she needed. I smack her ass, encouraged her to get there, talking shit as I did it.
“This pussy is all mine, Grace.” I declared, using her first name as I often do. “This body is mine, this ass.” I squeezed her generous globes and smacked it hard enough to get my point across. “Yeah, baby,” I praised through clenched teeth, my balls slapping against her. “Ride this dick like it belongs to you. Stop fucking playing around and…” She picked up speed. “Fuck… yesss, just like that…this dick is all yours, baby. Take it!”
I could see a sheen of sweat forming on her back. She was giving me work and it was a beautiful sight to see.
“Ohhhh, Shane… Ohhh, babeee…fuuuuck!”
As she moved faster, the grip her pussy had on me grew tighter. I reached around to her breasts and pinched her nipples.
“Come, Grace,” was all I said before she screamed and creamed all over me.
“Ahhhhh…” she cried out, her body shivering as I rocked against her. And, before she could recover, I pulled her against me, her back slanted against my chest, her breasts still in my hands, and pushed up into her pussy. I pounded my hips forcefully against her, making sure to get that spot that always makes her lose her mind.
She started squirming and writhing on top of me, her pants and cries getting louder and more unintelligible. Then just like that I stopped moving and moved my lips to her ear. “Turn around, baby. I want to watch you when you come.”
I really didn’t want to break our connection. The feeling we both were getting lost in was amazing. The problem was that I had shit to say. And yes, it probably wasn’t a great time, but fuck it. I was in a mood.
Misty, again, did exactly what she was told; without any comments. I really should be worried about her compliance, but I wasn’t. She simply rose up slowly and I painfully pulled out of her. We both moaned at the sudden loss of warmth from each other. She didn’t waste time, which I was thankful for, and turned to face me. When our eyes met, the look that caressed her face literally took my breath away. It was something that I had been waiting for a lifetime it seemed, to see in her. It proved to me that no matter what her mouth said to me, no matter how much she denied her feelings, she was mine. I saw it in her eyes, right this very moment she was wide open and giving herself to me.
Before Misty could straddle me again, I pushed up off the couch and picked her up as I straightened. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I stepped out of my pants and started for my bedroom. From the time that it took for me to g
et to my room, I gave her my eyes, never wavering or faltering. She tried to do the same, but eventually she rested her forehead against mine and closed her eyes. She breathed out heavily but didn’t say a word.
Neither did I. I was too busy trying to focus on getting to my bedroom and not fucking her up against the wall next to me.
I finally made the right into the bedroom and slowly lowered us on my bed. I crawled up to the headboard, with her still in my arms, and didn’t let go until her head touched my pillow. My body settled in between her thighs, and without hesitation, I slid slowly back into her drenched pussy. Her body arched into mine and we let out a satisfying moan as our bodies became one.
I propped myself on my forearms and began a slow grind of my hips; pulling out of her until the tip was at the mouth of her core then slid slowly back in until my balls touched her ass. Misty’s hands were in my hair, her beautiful eyes intently on me as her hips moved in sync with mine.
There were so many things running in the back of my mind, and so much hanging on the tip of my tongue, but the only profound and penetrating thing I said to her was, “Mine.”
And she replied, just as calm and simple but with so much emotion in her eyes I thought I would combust.
“Yours.”
You gotdamn right!
Misty
“I can’t believe he did that!” I laughed; my warm slice of pizza still poised in front of my lips.
After our fuck fest, we had jumped in the shower to wash all the sex off our bodies. The goal was to wash quickly then get out. Of course, that didn’t happen. We couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. We touched, fondled, and washed each other slowly until we exhausted all the hot water. Reluctantly, we got out of the shower and dried off.
Shane had announced he was hungry as shit. I grabbed one of his T-shirts to put on and he grabbed a pair of shorts to wear. We quickly changed his sheets then made our way to the kitchen for some pizza. We each put a few slices of pizza in the microwave and once done, we grabbed a couple of beers from his fridge and took our food and drinks to the living room. We were now sitting on his couch facing each other.
Shane sent a responding nod my way and chewed his slice of sausage and pepperoni pizza before adding, “Yup, he did. You would think the man was smooth, right? I mean he walks around like he runs the world. But when it comes to women he likes, he’s useless.”
I took another bite of my pizza and chewed thoughtfully. Shane was back to telling me more stories about his brothers, one in particular, Malcolm. Apparently, Malcolm believed he was the boss of his siblings. Shane said that Malcolm had it in his mind since he was born first that he was his keeper. When Josh and Lili were born, that only elevated Malcolm’s delusion of supreme power.
As the boys grew older, Shane and Josh didn’t take too kindly to Malcolm’s self-entitlement. They wrestled and fought all the time. I couldn’t believe when he told me how many items of furniture his parents had to replace because of them: i.e. dining room tables, chairs, coffee tables, side tables and lamps.
“Malcolm took that protective shit personally.” Shane had told me. “However, his weakness, what makes him lose his mind, is women. And not just any woman, of course. If he truly likes a girl, he would become someone else entirely.”
“I just don’t believe you,” I replied after he told me a few stories about Malcolm’s behavior with a couple of girls he liked in high school. I placed my half-eaten pizza on the plastic plate that sat in my lap and regarded my host.
“Malcolm seems so put together and calm. I just can’t see him losing it or acting out of character over a girl.”
Shane shrugged and finished off his slice. “I’m telling you it’s true. There was one time he almost started a forest fire trying to get some ass from this girl.”
“No way!” I exclaimed, my hand covering my mouth to stifle a laugh.
Shane chuckled. “Scouts honor. He was a hopeless romantic and a serious klutz. As I said, he almost burnt down the trees around our house trying to be romantic. Something about the girl being cold so he thought it was a good idea to start a fire. The fire got out of control and he almost brought the whole house down.”
Misty laughed. “Damn."
“And another time, he thought he was Kenny G or something. He tried to serenade this cheerleader with his saxophone and wound up tripping over some bag by his feet. He stumbled, unable to right himself, and hit the girl he was trying to impress in the face with his forehead. The poor girl looked like she got punched in the face.”
“Oh my God! Seriously?”
“Yup.”
Shane placed his empty plate on the floor, reached down and grabbed his beer bottle. “That’s my brother, mister smooth.”
“Wow, I can’t believe it. That’s too funny. Okay, so what happened when he met Princess Barbie? Did he break out in hives or something?”
Shane paused, the beer bottle in mid-air, and looked at me sideways.
“What?” I asked, puzzled.
He then shook his head before taking a healthy swig of his beer.
“Something’s wrong with you. Do you know that? The woman does have a name, you know?”
I shrugged. “What? I know she has a name. I just don’t care to remember what it is.”
Shane gave me one of his disapproving looks before he stopped and just stared at me. I thought he was going to go into some crap about how inconsiderate I was or something but he didn’t. Instead, he pointed at me with his bottle.
“You know, now that I think about it, I don’t recall anything embarrassing happening when he was around Amanda. At least he didn’t share it with me. Maybe nothing happened. I don’t know, maybe he outgrew that shit.”
I took the last bite of my slice of pizza, bent down and grabbed his empty plate along with mine before standing. “Well maybe you’re right. Maybe he grew out of that awkward stage with women.”
“Yeah,” Shane replied leaning back against the couch with this faraway look on his face. “Maybe.”
I took our plates to the garbage in his kitchen then returned back to the couch. I looked at him as he sat there thinking about who knows what and took a deep breath. I had been dreading this moment ever since this morning when he gave me the key to his apartment and told me that he wanted to talk.
I knew this time would come, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. I could feel things changing between us. No matter how hard I tried to deny it or prevent it from happening, I couldn’t ignore that it was happening.
I had started not to come here tonight, but I figured he’d send a search party out for me if I didn’t show up and I didn’t want to have to deal with that kind of embarrassment. Well, that was what I had told myself, anyway, as I found a parking space on his street. Truth was, I had been looking forward to this moment all day. I had missed the hell out of him. I purposefully kept my distance trying to see how long I could last without the desire to see him took over. I was going out of my mind with need by the end of the day. I needed to see him, to be with him. I also needed to be real with myself and admit what was really happening between us. Unfortunately, I still believed that I wasn’t the right woman for him. Tonight, though, would be the night I'd tell him why. I had to. He needed to understand why we could never work. It wasn’t his fault. It was all me.
“So,” I heard him say, bringing my eyes to focus on him. “Tell me what happened today in Hell? I had called you on your cell, but you didn’t answer. I also called the facility, but for some reason, no one knew where you were.”
I bent down to grab my beer and took a healthy gulp. I should be happy for the subject change. I’d rather talk about anything other than us. Unfortunately, this wasn’t any better. In fact, this was just as bad.
I knew I needed his help with Josh when the time was right. Consequently, tonight wasn’t the right time. However, I couldn’t keep this from him forever. I also didn’t want to lie to him. Welp, alternative facts it is then.
“How mu
ch have you learned so far?” I asked him trying to see how much of the truth I could tell and how much I needed to umm… alter slightly.
Shane studied me from the rim of his beer bottle before replying, “I know you and Sweets were there and there was a breach. That’s about it.”
I frowned. “I sent you a report, didn’t you get a chance to read it?”
“No, I was in a meeting with Malcolm and Josh on the Perchenko case. I didn’t have my laptop with me to get your report. But I’m sure you can sum it up for me.”
I nodded and took a deep breath. “Well, Sweets had some questions to ask Noah.”
He frowned as I knew he would. “Why? What does he have to do with this case?”
“Well, he’s not directly associated with this case, but he indirectly has some baring. Noah has an account with this bank called ONW. It’s a bank –”
“Yeah, I know about the bank. Nickels and Junior told me all about it and how Sweets stumbled on its existence. But they didn’t say anything about Noah being a member.”
“Yeah, they were focused heavily on Perchenko and Simon’s involvement. I told them that I would see what I could come up with while questioning Noah.”
Shane finished his beer and set the empty bottle on the floor next to him. “Okay, and how did that interrogation go?”
I shrugged. “Not too well. He had some not so nice words for Sweets that I had to check him on.”
Shane groaned and closed his eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t put your hands on him?”
I shook my head. “Not entirely… I just used my feet mostly oh and a chair.”
“Dammit, Misty. Are you fucking kidding me?” Shane stood bent down to grab his empty bottle and took my empty bottle from my hand. He moved toward his kitchen and I stood to follow him. “Can’t you do anything without inflicting pain or going against protocol and rules?”
I took a deep breath and tried to not get pissed or defensive. I knew this was going to happen. I had been preparing myself for this confrontation between me and Shane all day. I had hoped it would be at work where he would have to control his emotions somewhat. But it was either talk about this or the other thing, meaning me and him, and I just didn’t want to address us right now.
