Love at First Fight

by Carrie Aarons

  “You fuckers owe us lobster.” Smith lets go of me, clapping in Peter’s direction.

  But I’m barely aware of the congratulations being wished upon us by everyone else. No, I can only focus on the pounding between my legs, the blood that has rushed to one ball of nerves right between my thighs.

  Smith and I have kept things pretty PG up until now, but he was coming on stronger with the full effects of his charm.

  There was no way I’ll be able to withstand it for much longer.

  22

  Smith

  My hand is just not cutting it anymore.

  I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing that Molly is right next door. We just got back to the beach house today, after we both spent a couple of days in the city. One of those nights was spent walking through Central Park together, and we called it a date, but it ended with me putting her in a cab.

  I want to be respectful, to not rush us, and it felt like a lot of pressure since we were alone. I knew that if I asked her to come back to my apartment, things would not have stopped at kissing. They wouldn’t have even stopped at foreplay. And I wouldn’t have let her leave my bed, because I’ve fantasized about it for so long. I want to do this right, to court her and show Molly how much this means.

  But lying in the dark, just feet from her … it was messing with my brain. And my balls.

  When I hear the creak of a door in the hall, I jump out of bed, desperate at the chance to see her once more.

  We had a cozy house dinner tonight in leiu of going out, but it meant that I had to keep my distance and not draw too much attention to our interactions. The entire time, I’d wanted to sit on the same couch as her, or flirt with her in the hot tub when all the girls put their bikinis on and hopped in post-sundae bar.

  As I slowly pull open my door, I’m in luck, because a flash of blond is what meets me as I exit my room.

  “Hey,” I whisper, catching Molly’s attention as she heads for the bathroom.

  “Hi.” She smirks, knowing where this is heading already. “Should I meet you in there?”

  Sidling up to her, I put on my best seduction voice. “Or you could come in there with me.”

  I motion with a slight nod back toward my room, and Molly’s eyes look past me, to my bedroom door.

  “What happens if I go in there?” Molly asks, her quiet honesty always somewhat a shock to me.

  I was used to women playing coy or playing games. There weren’t many left like her who would just say what was on their mind.

  Deeply, so she understands I mean this, I look into her hazel eyes. “If we go in there, I won’t be able to stop at just a kiss, Molly. I’ve waited a long time for this, for you. I’m not trying to pressure you, but I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep. If we go in there, I want all of you. I want you under me, moaning my name. I want to feel it when you come with me deep inside you, and I want you to look me in the eyes when you unravel. I’ve thrown you for a lot of loops, I know that. But I’m asking you to trust me once more. And know that I would never … I will never hurt you. Not in there, and not in here.”

  I press my palm to her chest, feeling her heart hammer against my skin. This is my plea, the closest I can come at this point to revealing how I truly feel. It’s only been mere weeks, but I feel more connected to Molly than maybe I’ve ever felt to anyone. It’s so strange to think that I’ve been waiting over a year to confess to her, and here I am, doing it. Not just because I desperately want to take her back to my bed, but because I desperately want her to feel this way, too.

  Her eyes have melted to liquid pleasure, and I think she’s half-drunk on my words alone.

  “Is this too fast?” Molly says this maybe more to herself than she does to me.

  I shrug. “Maybe. Maybe for both of us. But, and this sounds cliché coming from me, life is too short. I want this, Molly. I want you.”

  She waivers for another second and then seems to make up her mind, offering me her hand. I take it, her grip so dainty in my big hand, and lead her to my bedroom.

  The instant the door clicks closed behind me, I move toward her. My hands sweep into her hair, pure silk between my fingers, and I cover her mouth with mine. The kiss is all-consuming, passionate, but not harsh. It’s languid and filled with anticipation, a clawing sense ripping at my chest. My heart is beating too fast, my lungs spasming with the thought that I’m finally about to have this woman in the way I’ve wanted her for such a long time.

  Molly matches my tongue with each lap, my hands with each exploration of new skin. We’ve barely been alone with each other, haven’t gone far past kissing, but tonight, there is no holding back. We’re adults, we don’t need months of working our way toward sex. I would never be able to stop myself anyway, Lord knows I’ve tried. It’s all or nothing with Molly; I had to actively work on hating her so I didn’t profess my love when she could never feel the same way. Now she can feel that way, and I can’t pretend anymore. I want everything with her.

  The moonlight is the only source of illumination for us, but I don’t need it. I’ll savor her body with my gaze another time, this first one is all instinct. Her pajama top comes off, a whoosh in the silent room as it falls to the floor. My cock jumps in excitement when I find she’s not wearing a bra beneath, and my hands mold to her small, perfect breasts.

  “Oh …” Molly breathes, her head dropping back as I roll her nipples between my thumb and index fingers.

  Her hands find my bare skin. The only pajamas I’d been wearing were a pair of thin cotton lounge pants. Her nails run down the rivulets of my abs, tickling me but also causing my balls to heave in anticipatory pleasure. I’m so turned on, but more than that, my mind and heart are involved, too. This isn’t just fucking that’s going to happen here, it’s … well, I can’t explain it in terms that are understandable. It gives me that feeling of enormity, of being very big in my own small world.

  With her hands dancing dangerously close to the waistline of my pants, I move us to the bed, lightly pushing her so that she falls back.

  “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed about you, right here,” I tell her, before picking up one of her legs and planting kisses on the inside of her calf.

  “Me too.” She sighs, wriggling as my teeth nip at the sensitive skin behind her knee.

  “I want to taste every part of you,” I say between kisses, alternating between her legs.

  Her skin is hot and smooth and smells faintly of peaches.

  “Smith,” She moans after a while, and Jesus Christ, does it sound like heaven when she groans my name like that.

  I know she’s impatient, that I could stay here all day and simply savor each inch of her. Reaching for her shorts, I pull them slowly down, searching to find her eyes in the dark. When I do, they’re locked on mine, our breathing suspended between us. Her underwear comes with them, and then she’s naked, completely bare for me.

  The ravenous beast inside struggles to gain footing over the slow, controlled portion of me. On one hand, I want this to last. I want to show Molly gentle compassion and cherish her the way she deserves. On the other hand, I can smell how wet she is for me, and my cock is tingling to pound relentlessly inside her.

  “Please. I need you.” She pulls at my wrist, and I come down on her, her bare pussy connecting with the material of my pants as she locks her legs around me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I growl, the leash slipping off my control.

  Grinding my hips into her, the friction nearly causes my eyes to roll back in my head. I want to push my pants past my hips and slide right into her, but I know I want to do something first.

  “I need to taste you.”

  Moving the short distance down Molly’s body, I don’t hesitate before licking right up her center. Her hips shoot up off the bed, and I lock them down, planting my hands strongly on either side of her waist. My mouth devours her, and the moans turn to yelps above me. We should probably be quiet, considering the
re are five people in this house who have no idea that we’re even speaking to each other, much less elbows deep in each other’s naked bodies, but I don’t even care at this point.

  “Please, get inside me. I need to feel you inside me.” Her words are quiet but fierce, and in seconds I’m whipping off my pants and boxers.

  All to pause, gripping my cock at the base just millimeters away from her dripping, swollen pussy.

  “Shit.” I don’t remember where I put my condoms, if I even have any.

  Aside from Molly, who I thought I had no shot with coming into this summer, sex has been the furthest thing from my mind. I haven’t been having any, and I guess I’m out of practice in the preparation because I’m the guy. I should have the protection.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t … fuck, I feel like a dick. I don’t have any condoms.”

  I drop my head to her shoulder and roll off of her, feeling like a teenager just seconds away from glory, all to spoil it.

  The gentleman in me corrects course in less than a second, climbing back on top of her to make her come. “Let me make you feel good.”

  I wanted to feel her do that around me, but I’d never leave her high and dry. The sounds and taste of her will be enough for now, because I’m such an idiot.

  But Molly doesn’t let me venture back down.

  “It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. Please. I want you, Smith.”

  “Are you sure? I haven’t been with anyone for a while, but I’m clean too.”

  Each word hits me in the chest like a sledgehammer, because that’s a lot of trust to put into a person. I know how intimate it is to have sex with someone without protection, and I don’t need to have talked to Molly about this to know how sacred that is to her. The fact that she wants to do that with me?

  Leaning down, I brush a gentle, calming kiss to her lips, and her arms wind around my neck. With our noses pressed together, I slide into her.

  And the feeling is more soul-bending, more intense than I could have ever imagined. We’re breathing the same breaths, moving as one body, beating within the same heartbeat. I’ve had women, more than enough, in my life, but this is something entirely different. It feels like an out-of-body experience, like the pleasure is a secondary sense and my first is to just experience Molly in every way.

  Normally, I like to talk during sex. My mouth and teeth like to move, I like to feel her curves. But right now, all I can seem to do is pump my cock in and out of her, and lock my gaze on her eyes. Our arms are wrapped around each other, so much so that when I feel her orgasm begin, I feel her shake from the tips of her shoulders down to the ankles that are wrapped around my back.

  Molly comes wordlessly, her body shivering with pleasure, her head tipped back into the pillow. She looks like a work of art, something that should be housed in the most famous of museums. Every time I think of delight, of bliss, this is the moment I’ll recall from this point on.

  “I always knew … I always knew …” I seem to gasp on the words as my balls contract, cum bursting from my tip.

  My climax steals through every cell, every nerve ending, a surprise as I’m still watching Molly unravel. I go still, spilling myself into her. The fact that I’m bare makes it last a lifetime, her pussy pulsing with each twitch of my cock.

  When I’m finally able to suck in a lungful, when the white dots clear from my vision, I feel Molly’s lips pressing against my jaw, my cheeks, my nose. We’re still wrapped in each other, and I take her lips, tasting salt. Was she crying?

  I’m about to ask, but she thrusts her tongue in my mouth, and I don’t even have the chance to soften. Rolling over, I take her with me until she’s straddling my lap.

  “Remember those dreams I told you about? One of the biggest ones is having you ride me.”

  23

  Molly

  I snuck out of Smith’s room at five a.m., much to his protest.

  He’d backed me against the door, all but blocking my exit, and kissed me until I was half convinced to just let him lure me back to bed.

  But we’d agreed that this is definitely not the way the rest of the house should find out about us, and I really needed to get my head on straight before I could tell other people, especially Heather, that I was seeing Smith.

  I’d tiptoed back to my room and passed out until eight thirty, when my body woke me up because I’m no longer a college student and can’t sleep until noon every day.

  Surprisingly, I was the first one down in the kitchen, so I started breakfast for everyone. I found a box of Bisquick in the pantry, along with some chocolate chips, and poured it all in a mixing bowl. The task is menial; it helps me focus on something other than the blush that keeps creeping up my neck every time I think of Smith between my legs.

  My God, I could fantasize about that man all day. Now I know how lethal he is, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to concentrate on anything ever again. It was hard to think straight when I simply thought he was hot and wondered what kissing him would be like. Now that I know that sex is that freaking spectacular with him? I’ll be a one track mind for the rest of eternity.

  And it wasn’t just that he was extremely skilled in the sack. The way he looked at me, held my eyes when he’d been inside me, whispered sweet nothings in my ear … last night did not feel like a rebound or a one-night stand. My body isn’t the only thing melting to Smith’s charm. No, my heart is venturing into dangerous territory.

  “Morning!” Marta chirps as she comes in, clad in the smallest silk nightgown I’ve ever seen.

  Not that it looks slutty at all, no, in fact she looks tasteful and elegant. I’d just look foolish in something like that.

  “Good morning. I’ll be done with these in a second. Mind popping some sausage in a skillet?” I ask her.

  “Funny, I just had my morning sausage.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me, and I nearly choke on my tongue.

  There is no way anyone knows, but I’ll still be sweating all morning, and probably the rest of the week.

  Ray rolls his eyes as he lumbers in behind her, chuckling at his girlfriend’s antics.

  “Smells good in here.” Heather kisses my cheek as she passes the stove and goes for the coffee.

  Jacinda comes in next, walking to the fridge to grab the juices and start setting the table, and she’s followed by Smith.

  The temperature goes up ten degrees just from him being in the room, and I fidget uncontrollably as his deep voice greets everyone good morning.

  “Looks like someone ended his dry spell for the summer. I’m surprised it took you this long to bring a chick back.” Peter laughs as he walks into the kitchen, clapping Smith on the back.

  I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from reacting. Not only does it make me want to giggle, Peter thinking that Smith brought some random back here, but him mentioning Smith’s bedroom activities from the night before has my core tightening. I should be too exhausted to be embarrassed. The man kept me up until five a.m. and made me come multiple times, but just remembering his skin on mine has me wetter than I’ve ever been.

  “Yeah, well, a man has his needs,” Smith boasts, and I’m not sure I like the tone in which he says it.

  I know he’s probably trying to throw everyone off our scent, but this sounds like a conversation the two of them have had before.

  “And from the sounds of her, she was one wild chick.” Jacinda snorts. “I swear, you must have been doing something right.”

  I’m so flustered, I flip a pancake clear into the burner, missing the pan completely. “Oh, shit!”

  “No worries, I’ll scrape the batter out later.” Marta smiles at me, none the wiser.

  No one is aware that I’m the, apparently, very loud woman Smith had sex with last night.

  “He’s back, baby. This guy was a dirty stay-out or had someone new in his bed every other weekend last summer. Where is she, huh?” Peter peers around, and suddenly I’m overcome with a nauseous feeling.

  I kn
ew Smith had many ladies in and out of his life, I’d experienced it firsthand when Justin and I started dating, but I didn’t necessarily want to hear that he’d slept with half the Hamptons last summer.

  “Put her in a cab this morning. I didn’t need a clinger.” Smith sounds so nonchalant, and shame pricks at my tear ducts.

  Is that his usual procedure? Will I be just like one of those girls, sneaking out of his room? I suddenly feel like a moron, because I let him lure me into his room and put up no objections when things moved fast. I was a big girl; I knew what my body wanted and while I didn’t regret having sex, it now felt like I was just one of the many notches in his bedpost.

  “Atta boy. Ah, to be young and virile again.” Peter puffs out his chest.

  “You’re the same age as him.” Jacinda rolls her eyes. “And shouldn’t you be boasting about the elegant, strong female who occupies your bed every night?”

  Peter moves toward her, catching her up in a hug. “Of course I am, sweetheart. I’m so grateful that you’re the ball and chain to my old man ways.”

  Marta snickers. “Well, personally, I think it’s kind of whorish of you, Smith.”

  Smith doubles back as if she’s wounded him. “Ouch, Mart. Relax. Both parties had a wonderful time.”

  And now he was all but spilling secrets about our bedroom session last night. I feel like I’m going to be sick, so I scoop the last of the pancakes out of the skillet and turn off the flame. Hastily making myself a plate, I don’t even give a verbal excuse as to why I’m fleeing the kitchen with my breakfast.

  I eat in silence by myself out on the front porch, my heart breaking with every passing second. Smith is the first man I’ve been with since Justin. Since the man I kind of thought I’d marry left me high and dry. That was an emotional thing for me, even if it was a weekend night conquest to Smith Redfield.