by Mia Ford
“No,” I gasp as she circles her hips, her thighs tight around my hips.
She grins.
“Good,” she says.
Then she presses her lips to mine, hungrily opening her mouth and tapping at mine with her tongue. Aroused by this turn of events, I open my own mouth and she swirls her tongue inside, sucking and lapping at my lips. Her hands slide up my chest, her nails scraping along my heating skin.
Shit, where the hell did this come from? I don’t know and I suddenly don’t care. Suddenly, Allison is on top of me, and that’s all that matters. Her body is moving against mine, her hands searching my skin, and all I can do is kiss her back and grip her hips while she steals the breath from me.
Eventually, we part, panting against each other. Her eyes are dilated with lust, and I’m sure I don’t look much better.
“Fuck, Allison,” I groan.
“That’s the plan,” Allison says with a sultry smile.
She slips off my lap and lands between my knees, her hands pushing them away from each other. For a moment I don’t know what she’s doing; my mind isn’t working at full capacity right now, still scrambling to catch up. She smiles up at me and reaches up to play with the zipper on my jeans, her palm pressing lightly against the hardness in my pants.
I groan and buck my hips upward, needing more pressure. Allison just moves her hand, grinning wickedly, before she leans forward and takes the zip in her teeth.
It’s fucking hot. All the breath escapes me as I watch her pull the zip down slowly, her chin brushing against my erection. Her hands grip my hips before I can buck again, holding me down, and it’s too much, too much.
She lets go before I can dive over the edge, desperate for release, and sits back. There’s an expression of concentration on her face as she lets go of my hips and fumbles with the button and my belt but, eventually, they both loosen and my jeans fall open. My penis, desperate to be free, juts out from the fly, straining against my boxers, already leaking.
“Patience, Kyle,” she purrs.
“Fuck patience,” I pant.
She laughs and slides my pants over my hips and down my legs, taking my boxers with them. She shifts backward so she can remove them completely, and then slides back between my legs. I’m now completely bare beneath her intense gaze.
I need something. My body is flushed and I’m too far gone to care what happens next. Seeing this, Allison grins at me and then reaches out to take my cock in a firm hold.
I groan, throwing my head back, at the sensation. She’s gripping it just hard enough to be tight, but not enough to be painful. She gives it a tug, and everything blurs for a moment.
Why am I so close the edge? I’ve been tense since Allison took her panties off, so long ago, feeling tight and uncomfortable, but I hadn’t realized just how desperate I was for her. Now she’s tugging on my dick, playing with the tip and pulling my release from me with just the twist of her wrist.
Then, suddenly, she stops. I raise my head, wondering what’s going to happen next. I catch sight of her ducking her head, and then the tip of my penis is encased in something wet and warm.
My brain shuts down. I buck upward before I can stop myself, but Allison, possibly expecting this, moves with me, licking at the tip and curling her tongue around the hard length of my penis. The world is spinning, overwhelmed with sensations and lust, leaving me with little else to do other than hold on to the covers beneath me.
“Fuck, oh shit, fuck…” I groan.
I reach out and tangle my hands in her hair as she slowly bobs her head up and down, slowly getting used to my penis being in her mouth. Her hands are on my hips again, preventing me from thrusting upward, and I groan again. I’m on fire now. There’s nothing more important in the world than Allison and what she’s doing.
Then she gives a tentative suck and I’m gone. I have just enough time to give a shout of warning, letting go of Allison’s hair, but she’s already moving, as though she had anticipated this. My release comes swiftly and I burst with lust, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down on top of me.
After what seems like forever, my body relaxes onto the mattress beneath me. I try to catch my breath and I look up. Allison is standing now, looking ridiculously pleased with herself as she leans over me.
“That was perfect,” she breathes.
She kisses me fiercely, and I can taste myself on her lips and in her mouth. She steals my groans as my body, still trembling with the aftershocks, sparks weakly. Then she pulls back, her lips shining and a fiery promise in her eyes.
“But we’re not finished yet,” she says.
There’s something about the way she’s taking control. It’s incredibly sexy, and I’m helpless to do anything more than watch her as she crawls over me, still clothed. Her hair is tumbling down around us, messy and knotted from the way I had clutched at it. She leans down and bites my collar bone, sucking hard and sending bolts of electricity through me. Then she soothes it with her tongue before she bites again, near the first spot.
Marking, I realize somewhere in the back of my mind. She’s making marks on my skin, as though to tell the non-existent world around us where I belong.
With her.
Part of me wants to know where this odd possessiveness has come from. She and I aren’t together. We slept together once, both of us drunk and not completely in our right minds after a fright. We were total strangers only a couple of days ago. Even after I knocked on her door in the dead of the night last night, we were still strangers, and the only reason I was allowed to stay was because I was so focused on Jesse and because I was soaking wet.
What changed tonight? What made her react like this?
Didn’t she ask something about Paige?
Allison bites a third bit of skin and my thoughts are pushed away as my body slowly begins to wake up, realizing that there’s more to come. I slide my hands over her hips and up, under her shirt, feeling her soft skin and slim waist. I wind an arm around her and my hand brushes up her spine, making her arch her back at the sensation.
I grin. Two can play at this game.
“You caught me off-guard,” I murmur to her. “But I’m awake now.”
Allison looks up and grins at me.
“Good,” she breathes. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
I find the clasp on her bra and unclip it. I slide my other hand underneath the loose bra and cup one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with my thumb.
“Return the favor,” I grin.
I hook a leg around her and roll us over. Startled, she falls to the side, and I use the momentum to shift us until she’s on her back and I’m hovering over her. She starts to sit up, but I push her back down and capture her lips, taking control of it to swirl my tongue deeply inside her mouth, tasting and exploring every inch of it.
“Fuck, no,” I say to her when we part, grinning. “It’s my turn, now.”
“Is it, now?” she asks.
There’s challenge in her eyes, and I can’t say no to that. I press my hands to her shoulders, keeping her from getting up, and lower my body over hers. My new erection presses against her leg, and I can feel the heat of her skin through her clothes. I lower my head and press fluttering kisses against her neck, lapping for a moment at her pounding pulse. When I reach the spot just behind her ear, however, she yelps and her entire body jolts.
We both pause. Then I grin against her skin.
“Sensitive, much?” I ask, my voice deep.
She draws in a shuddering breath, but she manages a smile that is both a reassurance and further challenge.
“Seems so,” she says.
She’s still playing, trying to keep her composure. She’s not going to let go easily; she wants me to fight for it. I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest and against her breasts, and bite the spot that I’ve just found. She groans and writhes beneath me, her legs winding around my waist to keep me in place.
Her skirt rides up and I press a
gainst her, suddenly remembering, again, that she left her panties behind in the other room. The space between her legs is hot, and my erection pulses against her with need. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I lick at the bite mark I’ve left, tensing myself. I’ve already lost control once. I’ll make Allison lose it before I lose it again.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks me, her legs tightening as she draws me even in closer.
I consider fighting her. But then I push myself flush against her, my penis pressing against her entrance, and she gasps, not expecting that. I run my hands over her legs and up her thighs, cupping her butt in my hands, and she groans at the feel of my calloused palms in such a sensitive area.
“I’m waiting for you to beg,” I whisper.
Allison’s breath catches, her legs tightening impossibly around me. I use her distraction as the opportunity I needed to push her shirt up, forcing her arms above her head as I pull both the shirt and her bra off, leaving her clad in only the skirt that is now bunched up around her hips.
“You were wearing too many fucking clothes,” I murmur.
She opens her mouth to respond. But, before she can, I dip my head down and take one of her breasts in my mouth. I nip lightly at the nipple as it hardens under my ministrations, sucking and biting the soft skin around it. I circle my tongue around the nipple to soothe it and her hips buck down against me.
“Please…” she moans.
I ignore her as I release her breast and take the other one into my mouth, teasing the other nipple to complete hardness as well. My legs are trembling with need but I’m holding out, because I want Allison to be a complete mess beneath me, unable to do anything other than tell me she wants.
“Oh god,” Allison pants, throwing her head back. “Shit, fuck, Kyle…! Please…!”
I let go of her breast. My hips are thrusting lightly against hers; there’s only so long we can both hold out now. Her wild eyes meet mine.
“What do you want?” I ask, my breath catching.
“Fuck, Kyle,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed. She reaches up to wind her arms around my neck, trying to draw me closer. “Fuck me!”
There’s no more playing around. I pull back, making Allison groan in disappointment as her nails scrabble at my skin, trying to draw me in again. I line myself up against her, trembling and aching with want.
Then I slide home. Allison’s eyes fly open as she cries out, her fingers tightening on me. I inch into her, my body remembering the feel of her clenched muscles around me. The walls inside her are fluttering, contracting and loosening at the intrusion, and it takes all I have not to just tip over the edge yet again, overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside Allison once more.
Finally, I’m fully seated in her. We pant, our bodies trembling, and Allison’s legs loosen around me before dropping, giving me space to move. Her hips thrust against mine, and I take that as the signal that she wants me to move now.
I pull back and thrust in again hard. Allison’s head falls back, her eyes fluttering, and her hands drop down to grip at my arms, holding on so tightly that I wondering if I’m going to bruise.
“Fuck, more,” she groans. “Harder.”
Her body is writhing beneath me, alive with need and lust, and I can’t help but obey as she presses back against me, her hips meeting each one of my thrusts to drive me in deeper and deeper within her. I angle my thrusts, looking for that one spot, and when her eyes roll back, I know I’ve found it.
Allison lifts her arms again, winding them around my neck and raising her head to meet my lips in a kiss. It’s sloppy and frantic, and I swallow her moans and cries as we move together, a blazing inferno whipping up around us as sweat pours from our bodies. Her muscles clench around me and I groan into her mouth, choking on the sensations around us.
It’s bubbling and boiling under my skin, something so deep and terrifying that it bursts within my chest and washes through my body. I could stay here forever, wrapped up in Allison’s skin. I never want to leave this bed. If I stay right here, with her, we would never have to leave, never have to face the world that wants to hurt and terrorize. I could protect her here.
My head spins and I thrust in deeply, her body jolting at the force. I’m too far gone to wonder about what I’m thinking, and I can’t bring myself to care. Right now, it’s just me and Allison. The rest of the world can get fucked.
Because this is a feeling I never want to let go of.
Chapter Thirteen
Allison
“Fuck, Kyle, more, more!” I groan, my body moving in time with his as he thrusts into me.
I can barely breathe, so caught up in all the sensations around me that I’m choking on the fire that surrounds us. But I can’t bring myself to care. I can feel the hard muscles in his neck as well as the way he’s sweating, his body trembling with desire.
He’s trembling with desire for me. Fuck Paige. I saw him first, I’m here and she isn’t. I’m the one he wants.
A distant part of my mind tells me just how stupid I’m being. Kyle isn’t mine. We’ve tumbled into bed again, too caught up in lust for one another to think logically about what we’re doing, but it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know anything about Kyle other than that he rides motorbikes and that he’s a mechanic. He knows nothing about me other than the fact that I have a crazy ex and I’m a law student. That isn’t enough to base an actual relationship on.
Even if I did know every inch of his body now. I’ve run my hands over the dips and curves of his skin, tangled my hands in his hair, traced the line of an old scar that he has on his shoulder. Physically, I know him intimately, just as he likely knows my body as well, by now.
Is that enough?
No, the logical part of my mind reminds me.
Yes! screams the part of my mind that is currently in ecstasy, riding the waves of pleasure that crash over me with each thrust of Kyle’s body into mine.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Kyle breathes above me. “Your body is taking in every inch of me.”
I hook a leg over his knee and draw him in. I want him so deeply in me that I’ll never forget that he was there. My skirt is chafing at the skin on my hips but I don’t care. All I care about is the way he is sliding in and out of me, hitting the spot that makes my eyes roll backward as stars explode across my vision.
But we’re drawing to the end. I can feel it in the way his legs are trembling, his thrusts slowing down. Mine are too, my whole body shaking with aching need, wanting release. I’m not ready to tip over the edge yet, I want to cling to this moment as long as I can, but our bodies aren’t going to hold us up for much longer. They’re too desperate for release.
Then Kyle hits my g-spot once more and my body shudders and releases. I clench myself around him and, with a shout, Kyle releases his own orgasm deep within me, thrusting in so deeply that part of me wonders if we’ll ever part again.
I wonder if I should care more if we can’t.
I ride the waves that are carrying me over the edge, sending me tumbling into a white world of noise and overwhelming sensation. When my vision clears, Kyle is holding himself up over me, his arms trembling as he pants. It gives me the oddest sensation of déjà vu; this is the same position we ended up in the other night.
And, just like that night, Kyle pulls back and crashes down beside me. His chest is heaving and he’s clutching at the bedspread, his body still trembling in the wake of his orgasm. I watch him, trying to catch my own breath.
“Shit,” Kyle finally says.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah,” I agree.
I stare up at the ceiling. I wonder, for a moment, if I’ll regret this in the morning. I was so convinced that I could keep away from Kyle, but all it took was a few drinks and a game of strip poker (and, if I’m honest, the flirtatious looks from Paige) to drive me into his arms once more. So much for my resolve.
I don’t want to regret this when I wake up, though. Whatever my mot
ivations, I wanted Kyle tonight. It’s different from the night before when I only needed someone to drive Jesse away from my mind. Tonight, it was Kyle, and only Kyle, that I wanted. I wanted to feel him again, to have his hands on me once more, to feel his body moving within me.
I turn my head to look at him. My limbs don’t feel as weak any more. He’s staring upward, his expression relaxed and, as though he feels my eyes on him, he turns his head and smiles.
Will he regret this? After all, he was the one that snuck out on me that morning. Did he regret it happening the first time?
I find I don’t like that idea. If we end up regretting this and never touching each other again, is this all I’ll get?
I’m not tired. And I want more.
I reach out before I can stop myself, rolling onto my side and putting my hand on his arm. His body jolts, not expecting my touch. He stares at me and then covers my hand with his. Tiny sparks of electricity, pleasure left over from the force of the orgasm that had hit me, travel through my body.
“I still want you,” I tell him before I can remind myself to hold my tongue.
I lean forward and kiss him before I can say anything else. His mouth opens for me, and I lazily map the inside of his mouth with my tongue. There’s no rush this time. I’m not in a lustful frenzy. I want to feel him, to explore the areas on his skin that I haven’t found yet. Tentatively, his tongue touches mine, and stronger sparks travel through me, setting my nerves on fire.
No. I’m not done, yet. I’ll take everything I can get tonight.
I draw back. Kyle stares up at me, his breath catching.
“Allison…” he breathes.
I kiss him again. This time his arms wrap around my shoulders and he pulls me close until I’m lying flushed on him. My skirt is irritating me and, not breaking the kiss, I shimmy it down over my hips. As I do so, my hand brushes against his penis, and it twitches wearily, a little interested in what’s happening now.
I grin suddenly against Kyle’s mouth and I draw back.
