by Celia Kyle
Jonathan buried his face in between her legs, tongue aiming straight for her clit as he devoured her. He lapped at her nether lips, first licking a path up one side and down the other before focusing on her clit once again. Almost as if her were cleaning Lisa of her juices and at the same time, causing more to leak from her pussy. Arousal spiked through her blood, heart pumping and breath billowing out of her lungs as she tried to follow Jonathan's path in her mind.
She rocked her hips in time with his licks, aching for more contact. Each time he strayed from her clit, she whimpered. Each time he ventured back, she groaned. It wasn't long before she realized he was doing it all on purpose. He teased her, but hadn't yet brought her close to the brink. Each moment, her orgasm was delayed, her arousal seemed to gain strength.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tugged until his eyes met hers. “Make me come, Jonathan. Please?"
She did it, she begged. At this point, all she wanted to do was come. Now. Then again, later. But now would be good. The man had the audacity to smile at her again before sticking his tongue out, the nubile muscle formed a pointed tip and he kept his gaze locked on hers as he flicked her clit.
Lisa's eyes drifted close as his attentions focused on the tiny nubbin. So close, yet so far.
Then, oh God, then his fingers joined his tongue. He slipped first one and then two into her pussy, their path eased by her abundant cream. Her muscles clenched and tightened around the invasion and she moaned in response.
Jonathan began tapping her clit with his tongue in time with the thrust of his fingers. Her orgasm began spiraling out of control, and before she could grasp it and hold the rush of pleasure back, he did something unexpected. He touched her in a place she thought had only existed in dreams and Cosmo magazines.
Jonathan stroked her G-spot. Unbidden, her muscles tightened and contracted at once. Her back arched off the bed as a strangled moan escaped her lips. Every inch of her body jumped to life, all of her synapses firing at once as her nerves jumped in pleasure. The orgasm he had been coaxing and toying with burst through her, enveloping her in a cocoon of pleasure.
Lisa's pussy milked his fingers and never once had Jonathan's mouth left her clit. He still pleasured her as she writhed beneath him, lost to the sensations his mouth and fingers had caused. Gasping for air, Lisa slowly came back to herself.
She eased her back to the mattress, heart racing out of control and breath billowing. She'd never, in her entire life, experienced something so amazing. A soft whimper escaped when Jonathan slid his fingers free of her heat, but he returned quickly, looming above her.
Sated, she didn't care what he did now. Though, she wouldn't mind another orgasm ... or four.
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Jonathan ached. No, more than ached. He burned to be inside Lisa. His beast clamored and clawed to be released. A driving need rode him now, a desire to mate and claim like none he'd ever felt before. Sure, Jonathan had bed his share of women through the years, but no one touched him like Lisa. Hell, no one touched his beast like Lisa, human or not.
Lisa, with her hesitant touches and unsure looks, tempted him beyond measure. She nearly burst into flames under his hands and mouth. How would she react to his cock? No time like the present to find out. He rose from the bed just long enough to shed his clothes. Her eyes had drifted shut, a sated smile on her face. He'd put that look there, and he was going to do it again and again.
Returning to the bed, he settled between her thighs. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he coated the tip of his erection in her juices. Skin against moist, aroused skin. There wasn't anything closer to heaven on earth. As much as he'd lapped up her juices, she was still dripping wet. Part of his brain told him he should be wearing a condom, but his beast wasn't having anything between his cock and his woman. He slid the head of his cock up and down her slit, circling her opening and enjoying watching her want.
"Please, Jonathan. Please.” Damn, when she begged, he nearly came then and there.
"What do you want, baby?” He wanted his sweet, quiet woman to say the words. He wanted her hot and raunchy, willing to do anything for satisfaction. He imagined she hadn't experienced much in the bedroom and he wanted to show her everything. Beginning with the fact that she shouldn't shy away from her sexuality, but embrace it.
"You,” she moaned.
"Not good enough."
"You in me?"
"Closer,” he teased. Jonathan slid the tip of his cock into her heat and fought to stay there, to not go any further. He wanted to, but this was about making her wild.
Lisa slid her palms up his arms and across his shoulders, sifting her fingers through his hair. Damn, it was almost as if she was petting him and he fought to tamp down the purr threatening in his chest. He wouldn't go panther on her now. Couldn't.
She whispered something.
"I couldn't hear you, baby. What do you want?"
Lisa tugged on his hair and he lowered his face to her. He nuzzled her neck, unable to resist marking her a little. He rubbed his face along her smooth skin, and smiled, knowing his scent would stay with her, if only for a few days. Her timid voice, husky with arousal, sounded in his ear.
"Your cock ... in me."
Jonathan pulled back, a smirk on his lips as he stared at Lisa. So beautiful. So perfect. “Baby, that's all you had to say."
Without hesitation, he slid his cock into Lisa's soaking pussy. He pressed forward, groaning, his moan of pleasure mixing with Lisa's, until he was balls deep within her. Only then did he stop moving, wanting to give her a moment to adjust to him.
Tight, wet heat enveloped him when he speared her. The teasing taste he'd received when just the tip of his cock had been lodged in her channel was nothing compared to being surrounded by her heat.
Lisa rocked her hips against him and he opened his eyes. He hadn't realized he'd closed them and the revelation astounded him. He was a predator, his beast always on alert and ready, yet he'd let down his guard with this tiny woman.
"Move. Please, oh God, please move."
Grunting in response, unable to form a single word, let alone a coherent thought, Jonathan withdrew from Lisa's pussy slightly, only to thrust forward again. The force of his thrust jostled her, pushing her higher on the bed and she gasped.
"Oh, fuck. Do that again.” Here eyes were wide as if amazed that his thrust had felt so good. She'd be feeling better than good by the time he finished.
Gripping her shoulder to keep her from sliding away every time he thrust, Jonathan withdrew and entered her again, putting more muscle behind the movement. She moaned, the sound traveling from her pussy to his cock. His girl liked it hard, it seemed. The harder the better. Happy to oblige, he began pounding into her.
Over and over again he thrust and retreated, only to thrust into her heat again. She had started with soft moans of pleasure, which quickly turned to groans. Before long, she cried out with each thrust, sometimes a simple “oh” and other times, she chanted his name. He loved hearing his name on her lips. He wanted to hear the sound forever. Forever? Yeah, forever. His beast roared in approval, its need to mate and claim rode him hard, but no harder than he rode Lisa's sweet body.
Continuing his assault, he noticed her eyes had begun rolling back into her head and her cunt clenched around him. She was close to coming again and he'd done that to her, for her. Leaning down, he captured her nipple with his teeth, nibbling the hard nubbin and tugging slightly. She gasped, eyes opening and meeting his as he bit harder. Lisa's gasp turned into a moan and her pussy tightened around him. His woman liked a hint of pain with her pleasure. Perfect.
A purr really did threaten when her fingers tangled in his hair, holding his mouth to her breast while he continued to pump in and out of her. She stroked the back of his head, fingers sifting through his hair while he suckled and nibbled her breast. Her cunt clenched in time with his sucks. Damn, he was close. And from what he could tell by her breathing and muscles tightening, she was too.
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bsp; Jonathan upped his tempo and changed the angle of his hips then. He wanted to stroke her in just the right spot.
"Ohmygod!"
He found it. Her body tossed and arched beneath him, simultaneously pulling him closer and pushing him away as the tip of his cock stroked her G-spot. He'd been holding back his orgasm, but now that her release approached, he could find his blessed relief.
It didn't take much more; she bucked beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust before she tightened around him almost to the point of pain. Her cunt milked his cock in rippling waves as her orgasm washed through her and his was quick to follow.
Jonathan's seed spurt from his cock, releasing the tension that had been building in his balls as his orgasm slid along his nerves. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, afraid Lisa would see his eyes change. He felt his canines lengthening in his mouth and he prayed she wouldn't notice. Thrusting into her once, twice, three times more, he slumped over Lisa, resting his weight on her. Just until he caught his breath.
Chapter Four
The early morning sun streamed through an open window, waking Lisa slowly from her slumber. Stretching, she was startled by the heavy weight around her waist holding her captive. Then she remembered where she was. She'd spent an amazing night pleasuring and being pleasured by Jonathan until they'd both passed out in an exhausted tangle of limbs. At some point during the night they'd become less tangled, but his arm still held her against his body.
How the hell was she going to get out of this? She'd never done the one-night-stand thing before, and she really wasn't prepared for the morning after awkwardness she'd heard about. She needed to get out of there, fast! Rolling and wiggling, she managed to slide free of Jonathan's hold. He grumbled as she moved away and she held her breath, waiting to see if he would awaken. Thankfully, he didn't. He rolled over and faced the kitchen.
While his back was turned she tip-toed around the apartment, gathering bits of her clothing and shoes. Taking them into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her without a sound. So far, so good. She slipped her top and skirt back on, making sure everything was covered. Stepping into her shoes, she debated the intelligence of putting them back on. Then again, she didn't exactly want to scurry across a glass littered parking lot without them.
Sneaking out of the bathroom, she checked on Jonathan and breathed a sigh of relief to see that he still slept. Now, she had to figure out how to get out of there. She snatched her purse off the bedside table and looked around the studio apartment. There had to be another way out. She couldn't go out the front door that led back into the bar. She was sure there would be some sort of security system armed and just waiting to wail if she stepped outside the door.
Frustrated, she growled and looked around the place once again. In the back corner, behind a coat rack, there looked like there was a door. Dodging the overturned furniture, she made her way to the obscured door. Looking out a window next to it, she saw that there were indeed some steps leading down to the parking lot. Score! Her eyes scanned the door, looking for magnetic points to indicate if the security system monitored this door as well. When she didn't see any, she flipped the deadbolt and turned the knob.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. No alarm sounded, but the damn door did make a god awful sound. It groaned as if it hadn't been opened in years. She glanced over her shoulder and was relieved to see that Jonathan hadn't been roused by the sound. The man slept like the dead.
Stepping out onto the landing, she pushed the door shut behind her. She felt guilty for not being able to lock it behind her, but she didn't want to stick around until Jonathan woke to let her out. That wasn't how one-night stands worked. She would have loved to have had breakfast with him, and lunch ... and maybe dinner, too. She really needed to face it; she was not one-night stand material.
One night and she wanted to spend forever with Jonathan. Maybe not forever, but a really long time, at least. Shaking her head at the direction her thoughts were going, she began her descent on the rusted stairs. They creaked and groaned as she carefully placed her feet on each step. After two steps, she realized that this hadn't been one of her brightest ideas. If felt like the stairs would collapse at any moment. The bolts holding the steps to the side of the building looked as if they'd tear free of the concrete at any moment. Maybe the door and the stairs weren't meant to be used.
On the next to last step, the rusted metal gave way and her left foot plunged through the hole in the metal. The grating dug into the skin of her ankle and calf. She sucked in a deep breath as the pain washed through her body, and set her nerves on fire. After the initial jolt of pain faded away, she pulled her leg free of its metal prison. Moving slowly, hands grabbing the rail and wall, she got her foot loose of the rusted material. Blood flowed down her leg and ankle into her shoe, pouring from the numerous cuts to her foot, ankle and calf. She didn't dare examine the cuts too closely, afraid of what she'd see.
Her breath came in and out of her body in great puffs as the pain throbbed through her leg. Taking a careful step, she got off the cursed staircase. With slow, purposeful steps, she made it across the parking lot as blood continued to flow into her shoe. Leaning on her car, she unlocked the door and got in as carefully as she could, making sure she didn't bump her leg. She felt around in her backseat for a towel, shirt, anything to help stop the bleeding. Snagging a shirt, she wrapped it around her ankle and calf as tightly as she could stand it.
Lisa started her car and threw it into drive, thankful that she drove an automatic. It took her thirty minutes of navigating the city streets before she finally pulled up in front of the emergency room. Parking her car near the sliding glass doors, she hobbled into the ER. Tears streamed down her face as she made those last few steps to the nurse's station. The woman had been typing away at her keyboard as Lisa approached, but looked up when she sniffled. “Excuse me?"
"Oh, dear! What's wrong honey? Were you raped?"
Of course, with her clothes thrown on in a hurry and blood covering her hands as tears streamed from her eyes, the woman would think she was raped. “No, no. I cut my leg on some rusted out stairs when I was trying to get away..."
"Lord! You were kidnapped?"
The elderly nurse rushed to the end of the desk, yelling for an orderly as she rounded the corner. The woman stopped when she was a few feet from her and gasped. Lisa heard fumbling behind her and turned to see a man unfolding a wheel chair and push it towards her. The nurse grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her backwards to the chair.
"Don't worry dear, we'll take care of you.” The nurse snatched a clipboard from the desk and began spouting questions as she was wheeled behind a set of double doors. Twenty minutes later, with the nurse's medical and insurance questions answered, Lisa was left alone behind a curtain that partitioned the room. Squeezing her eyes shut and saying a silent apology to the other hospital residents, she dug her phone out of her purse and called the only person that could help her now.
The phone rang three times before she finally answered. “Hello?"
"Rochelle!"
She heard her friend grumble and struggle with her sheets, more than likely she was untangling herself from her own one-night stand.
"Lisa? Are you okay? What's going on?"
The tears she'd been holding at bay began again as she relayed her story to her friend. Taking her from Lisa's initial meeting of Jonathan to Mick's arrival and a brief stop off at the wonderful sex, she ended the story with her current state.
"And now I'm in the hospital with a cut up leg and I'm sure that crazy nurse will be bringing the cops back any second to take my statement. The lady still doesn't believe that I wasn't kidnapped and raped. And the worst part of it is I'm not wearing any underwear!"
Her best friend of more years than she dared to count was silent on the other end of the line. And then she heard it. The most horrible sound any down and out person could ever hear, laughter. Rochelle was laughing like a loon on the other end of the p
hone.
"Rochelle!"
"What? Sorry.” She snorted. “No, really, sorry. I'll gather the girls and get over there as soon as we can. Do you need anything?"
Lisa thought about it a moment and gave Rochelle a list of things she wanted. “My sweats, underwear, a bra, and my favorite sneakers. You know the ones with the stains from when we went canoeing and I stepped in the huge mud hole that may not have been mud? Oh! And coffee. And a chocolate crème filled donut. And..."
"Lisa, you're not getting admitted. You'll be there for a few hours, tops. I'll start with the clothes and stuff. I'll send Amelia to get your coffee and donut. Sharon will probably get to you first since she'll be heading straight over. We're on our way hon. Take care of yourself till we get there."
Lisa sniffled, her tears receding like the tide. “Okay. I'll be here. Tell the girls to hurry.” They said their good byes and she flicked her phone shut.
Replacing it in her purse, she lay back onto the bed and closed her eyes. No one had been by to give her any pain medication and the throbbing was becoming unbearable. Taking the pillow from beneath her head, she shoved it under her injured leg. Anyone walking by would get an eyeful of her crotch, but she didn't care. Her damn leg hurt.
She must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing Lisa knew she awoke to a scream she'd recognize anywhere. Rochelle.
Pushing her body into a sitting position, she waited for her ranting friends to find her. The curtain was thrust aside and Lisa was happy to see that the gang was all there. They shoved their way into her curtained cubicle and proceeded to help her get undressed and redressed in minutes. Just as she was shoving her old clothes into a bag, the doctor and a police officer entered.
The policeman, filled with authority, spoke first. “Excuse me. We'll need those clothes for evidence."
"Evidence of what?” Always the designated speaker of the group, Rochelle stepped forward.
