Teeth locked her nipple into place while he ran his tongue over it. Her stomach muscles quivered and a small whimpering sound escaped her. By the time he pulled back from her right breast, it was red and swollen. He looked up for long enough to give her a quick smile, then set to making the left breast look just like the right one.
A rumbling moan started deep in her chest, rolled up her throat and filled her mouth. She realized she was walking backward. She thought Collin must be guiding her but she didn’t know how he could be, since he was ravishing her chest. But her feet were stepping back, one after the other, so he must be doing something to make it happen.
When the bed hit the back of her legs, she stopped going backward. Then his hands were between her thighs and she was spreading her legs to give him more room. The need in her was so great that she would have thought it had been years since her last orgasm, not just the minutes since they were in the shower.
His fingers were warm and gentle, barely skimming over her labia. The touch was so soft it tickled. She couldn’t hold back the giggle or stop herself from falling backward onto the bed. Before she could react, his hands were under her ass and dragging her body toward the edge of the mattress. Once her legs were completely dangling off the edge, he pushed her thighs apart. She looked down and all she could see was his eyes over the little bit of blonde pubic hair. There was a mischievous twinkle to them. Then they disappeared as he bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh.
A low, long sound slipped from her lips, but it was out of frustration. It already seemed as if she had been waiting forever for this and he was wasting time kissing her thighs. She wondered how it was possible that the person who gave her the best orgasms was also the same person she wanted to punch at times.
Her body felt as if it were on fire. He had to feel how hot it was. He was right there where the heat was pouring from. She wondered if he would still be taking his time and torturing her when her skin burst into flames. Would that be enough of an indication that she was ready?
Just when she thought he was never going to get to her pussy, his finger brushed her clit. The sudden eruption from her frazzled nerve endings made her jump. She heard him laugh, then his mouth was all over her cunt.
She was so focused on anticipation that her body was not ready for the sudden rush he was giving her. His tongue was like heaven, giving warm, wet sensations all over her. Just when she got used to that, he started with the suction. Sucking so hard that he pulled on her labia was one thing, but when he sucked on her clit she was up trying to pull away from him and screaming while she did.
He held her in place and his head never came up. Once she stopped wiggling, he slid one finger inside her. He was back to licking and it seemed as if everything was getting the gentle caress of his tongue. All the while his finger was finding every single nerve ending inside her.
She wasn’t trying to pull away anymore. Instead her back was arched, trying to give him even more access to her. He was eating her out like no one had managed before. She couldn’t think about anything other than the way his finger was fucking her under the heat of his mouth.
She strained to pay attention to what he was doing and the way he was touching her so that she might be able to replicate it with someone else later. The problem was that she had caught on fire. At least it felt as though she had. There were so many signals being sent to her brain, she could no longer tell what was being touched. All she knew was that it all felt good and she wanted more.
She had been breathing more deeply than usual. Then sounds started coming out every time she exhaled. They were very high pitched, not something she had ever heard before. Then her thighs were shaking and the sounds turned into one long, continuous shriek.
When she finally got her mouth shut, the noise stopped and her thighs back under control, she was mortified. She had never made sounds like that before and never that loud. She was going to apologize, but when she looked at him, she didn’t. She could tell from his expression he was very proud of what he had done to her.
He crawled up onto the bed and stretched like a cat. By the time she was able to sit up and turn around, he was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He was grinning as if he were the one who had been brought to orgasm. She crawled up onto him and sat down on his cock.
“So, do you have any condoms?” she asked.
He did not say anything. Instead, he rolled his shoulders over to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a new box of condoms. The twisting of his body was pressing his erection tightly against her. It was a good thing he was getting one out for her, because her body was screaming for the hard cock pressing against her to be inside.
He turned back around, tearing open the plastic wrapper. She backed up, dragging her cunt down the length of his erection. She just watched as his fingers worked the latex down the shaft. It seemed weird to watch as a man touched himself, but she was getting turned on as she did.
This time when she came down on him, she made sure his cock was sliding up inside her. It was everything she remembered it to be and everything she had been waiting for. She liked that she was in control of the pace. Sometimes she took her time, slowly sliding down his shaft. Sometimes she slammed her body down on his.
She knew she was going to be there for a while, so rather than sit up over him, she rested her body on his. He didn’t seem to mind and it gave her access to kiss, lick and suckle his neck and ear. Her legs were tucked up under her and as tight up against his sides as she could get them. All the time his hands were wandering over her ass and up her back.
She wasn’t prepared when the orgasm hit. It wasn’t like anything she had had before. Not even with him. It took control of her body, leaving her helpless against the muscle contractions. Her back arched, but that was something she was used to. What happened to her legs was something else altogether. They unfolded and, in the process, her feet slid under his knees. The muscle contractions didn’t stop there as her legs continued to arch just like her back. She felt like a bow being pulled tight and his body was caught up in it. He didn’t seem to be offering any resistance, so he must not be getting hurt.
By the time she got her body to relax, she was spent. She melted over the top of him, trying to catch her breath. She was content to lie there for the rest of the night, until she heard and felt him chuckle.
She started to move, but in the end she didn’t need to. With just a couple of movements he had them both flipped over and he was settled between her legs. She wanted to resist and tell him that she couldn’t go on, except he was already inside her and it felt too good to do anything but lie there and accept it.
She was glad that he was able to do everything, because the orgasms had depleted any strength she’d had. Though she was surprised that after a few minutes she was able to rock her hips up to meet him. When she was able to focus again, he was smiling down at her. She didn’t even want to think about how she looked. Probably rode hard and put away wet.
As soon as she felt as if she might recover from the last orgasm, the next one started. There were times that she forgot breathe, then had to gasp for air. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he finally groaned, his body going rigid above her. Then he flopped down on top of her.
* * * * *
Tori must have fallen asleep when he did. When she opened her eyes, the clock next to his bed said 5:05 a.m. She was late for work. Just as she was about to panic, she made herself stop and take a deep breath.
She needed a change of clothes. The easiest thing to do would be to go home and get them, except she didn’t have her key. The building manager had been up late taking care of her door and whatever other damage had happened. He probably wouldn’t appreciate being woken up.
There was an extra set of clothes in her locker at work. It was an emergency set, but this probably qualified as one. All she had to do was get there. Using his phone, she called for a taxi to meet her in front of the building. There wasn’
t time to walk to work. Nor did she have shoes to walk in.
Shit, I need shoes. She scrambled around his room with her pants still in her hand, not bothering to put them on as she scrambled to find something to cover her feet. She opened up his closet, even though her mind was telling her there was no use. She couldn’t fit into anything he wore. That was when she saw the pair of flip-flops. They were a little big, but at least she had something between her feet and the ground.
She made it down to the street just as the taxi was pulling up. She had borrowed a ten dollar bill from the top of his dresser to cover the cost and a sweatshirt so she didn’t feel as if she was running around in her night clothes even though she technically was. She vowed never to buy pajamas.
As the car pulled away from the curb, she settled into the backseat and started running over everything in her head. She had everything she needed at work to get through the day. When that was over she would be able to walk home, because she would have tennis shoes on. By then, it would be late enough to get the key from the landlord.
Why couldn’t she have been this rational about things the night before? She still didn’t want to think about her door or what had caused the damage, but she wasn’t going to have a panic attack over it. When she found out what had happened, she would figure out what she needed to do to feel safe again.
She hugged herself as she thought about how out of control she had been the night before. It wasn’t like her to need to be with someone like that. It had to have been a reaction from the adrenaline rush. Now she was going to have to explain to Collin that she really wasn’t a sex addict. Of course, if she just ignored him, she wouldn’t have to say anything…unless he came over. Then it would be simple. She would just tell him that the two times they had been together had been flukes and she really wasn’t that interested in him.
Chapter Three
“I’m not just sitting around the house since you moved out,” Tori said into the phone. “I got into some nutrition classes in the evening three nights a week. It’s really convenient, because I don’t have to cook.”
“Why are you taking classes when you know enough to be teaching them?” Anne asked.
Tori got up and started pacing the room, glad they were on the phone and her friend couldn’t see her reaction. She knew that anyone who knew her for any amount of time could read her like a book.
“It is a job, isn’t it?” Anne said. “I tell you to go out and get a life and you get another job.”
“Well, I am meeting new people. I really like some of the students in the class. The income is coming in handy too, since I haven’t found anyone to move in to your old bedroom.”
Tori had known this conversation was coming. Ever since she had told her best friend about the having to run from the apartment, the once-a-day phone call was now three times a day. She felt as if every aspect of her life was getting picked over. Oh well, she’d known Anne would eventually find out about her second job and have an opinion about it. At least she’d quit asking about Collin, for the moment at least.
There was a knock at the door.
“Hear that?” Tori asked. “There’s someone here to see me. I gotta go.”
“If it’s the guy from across the street, then you’d better call me back with the details,” Anne said, and hung up.
Tori crossed the room, shaking her head at the comment. There was no way it was Collin. It was probably the building manager making sure there wasn’t anything else she needed or one of the neighbors she was suddenly talking to. A quick glance through the peephole revealed that she was wrong. It was Collin.
She jumped back from the door. Maybe she could pretend she wasn’t home? Crap, he had probably heard her talking on the phone. She was going to have to face him sometime. She just needed to figure out a way to tell him that she needed more than a physical attraction to someone. Maybe she could use that old standby line that she really wasn’t that interested in him and just wanted to be friends.
As she opened the door, he was examining it instead of looking at her. She just stood there smiling, waiting for him to redirect his attention. Finally his gray eyes turned to her. She wasn’t close enough to see them picking up light, but they looked warm. She had that same feeling she’d had at the bar—utterly content and with no need to rush into a conversation.
“So you did make it home okay,” Collin said.
”Yeah,” she responded. “Why wouldn’t I have?”
“I came over yesterday to make sure you were all right, but I didn’t get an answer. I see that you have a new door since then.”
“I had to work—that was why I left so early. I didn’t think you would really be worried about me.” Suddenly she felt guilty for not getting back to him. The thought that he might be concerned had never crossed her mind. It had been too busy trying to figure out ways to run away from him. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked back up at him. His attention had already been drawn back to the door.
‘It’s not just a new door, it’s a whole new frame,” she pointed out. “So I’m completely safe.”
His eyes met hers once again. He looked as if he didn’t believe her. She didn’t know what part of the statement could be unbelievable. It was a fact—she had a whole new door frame with new locks.
“What’s to stop the same thing from happening again and this door from getting ruined?” Collin asked.
A deep voice rang out. “Is this guy badgering you?”
Collin jumped, obviously startled by the interruption. Hell, she even jumped a little and she had been half expecting it. Collin moved to the side, looking around to see where the voice had come from. Her mountain of a neighbor was taking up the door frame across the hall.
“No, he’s just a friend. I’m sorry if we disturbed you,” Tori said.
“No bother at all,” the neighbor replied, with his eyes still locked on Collin even though he was talking to her. “Just holler if you need anything.”
With that said, the door was closed as if he had never been there. She didn’t want to think about who was going to come along next. She wasn’t used to having people coming over to visit or neighbors wanting to know about it.
“I guess you should come inside,” Tori said.
What was she doing? She had just invited him into her house. She might as well be standing naked in front of him. Oh, wait, she had already done that…twice. Why couldn’t he just forget about her and let her pretend nothing had ever happened between them? The way he strolled into her place, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She pulled her shoulders back, prepping for what was going to come.
“So, where was that guy the other night?” Collin asked.
“Out there in the hallway, protecting his daughter from her abusive husband,” she said. “He feels horrible for what happened, but he wasn’t going to let the asshole into his place. He now feels as if it’s his responsibility to make sure I’m never scared again.”
Collin nodded but he didn’t say anything in response. He was looking at the wall behind her as if he couldn’t think of anything to say. It wasn’t as though she was doing much better, only she was looking at the ceiling. She needed to think of something…and then she did.
“Hold on,” she said on her way out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”
When she came out of her bedroom, she turned to the entryway, but he was no longer standing there. She was pretty sure she had told him not to go anywhere. She turned around and found him wandering around her living room. He was looking at her bookshelf and the photos and knickknacks it held.
“Here, these are yours.” Tori held out the sweatshirt and flip-flops. He looked down at the items as if he had never seen them before. “I borrowed them so I could get to work the other morning. I feel bad for not asking you, but I was late and really didn’t want to make a fuss.”
She looked down at the floor, not willing to look him in the eye. She hadn’t expected to be having this conversation with him. Her pl
an had been to leave them on his doorstep when he was bowling. Then she heard him laughing and looked up into his eyes. His broad smile helped her to relax.
“I hadn’t even noticed that they were missing,” he admitted. “Is that a ten dollar bill?”
“Well I wasn’t going to run across town in flip-flops,” she said. “I needed money for a cab.”
His picked the bill off the top of the pile and put it in his pocket. With his other hand he grabbed everything else and tucked it under his arm. Once again they were left with nothing to say. It was time for him to leave, but she didn’t want to say that out loud, even if it was what she was thinking.
He turned to the television. The commercial had ended and the pregame show for the football game had come back on. Great—now that he knew she watched football, he wouldn’t want to leave.
“Oh shit, the game is coming on,” he said into the air, then turned to her. “I’m going over to a friend’s house to watch the game. Want to come?”
What did he say? That he wanted to leave? “Yes.”
“We’d better leave now if we don’t want to miss any of it,” he said.
Wait, what had she said yes to?
* * * * *
Tori followed him up the stairs. She should have just told him she hadn’t been answering his question when she had said yes. But then she would have to admit that she really hadn’t been listening to him. That was something she wasn’t going to confess to. So she was stuck following him down the hall of a strange apartment building.
She was trying to envision what was waiting for them. It was probably a room full of guys farting and belching. Definitely not the way she normally watched the game. Usually, she kept it playing in the background while she worked on crafts. So what if things got broken when plays didn’t go right? It still had to be more civilized than a bunch of guys sitting around guzzling down beer.
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