“No. Don’t stop.”
He needed no further encouragement as he moved his hands to the curve of my waist and pushed my dress down to my hips, trailing tiny touches across my stomach like he was mapping out my body for his memory. His mouth continued its assault on my nipple and I reached for him, one hand at his shoulder and the other in his hair, tugging at it “Stop.”
My voice was thin and breathless, a whisper riding the tails of a gasp.
He cocked a brow, eyes burning across my collarbone, over my lips until they rested on mine, “Do you mean that?”
He was looking up at me and his gaze was almost as hot as my skin felt. It was too much and I can’t get enough. I didn’t mean it, and he knew it as well as I did.
We shouldn’t be doing this, a voice screams in the back of my head, but as his mouth dips back to my breast, teeth grazing over sensitive flesh, I slam the mental door on that voice. I turned my brain off and focused once more on him as he pulled back. The usually-vivid brown of his eyes was blazing now, dark and stormy as he watched me through sooty lashes, waiting for my answer.
Waiting for me. Wanting me.
Hot disbelief flooded my chest as he lowered his head again, lips brushing softly against my nipple. A soft breathless sound fell from my lips, and I shook my head because I knew he was watching me.
“Say it,” he growled against my skin, the vibration of his words setting my blood on fire. He roots with every new nip and flick of pleasure he offered.
Until I pulled too hard and his head came up, eyes so dark they were nearly black, but a small smile ghosts across his wet mouth, “Easy,” he said in a gruff voice that tightened everything hot inside me and shot to my core. It pooled there, hot and heavy and adding to the anticipation that I was not sure could amp up much higher because if I was not touching more of him in the next five seconds I might lose my fucking mind.
I told him as much, and his full lips tug into a cocky grin. I was tempted to roll my eyes, but worried he would stop if I did, so I swallowed the words and rolled my hips toward him where he laid on his side next to me. He had free access to my body from this angle but it was limiting my reach of his, I realised with a wave of annoyance. I turned toward him, his mouth shifting as I did so to graze across my ribcage and stomach. I reached for him, palm flat against the planes of his stomach and heading toward his belt until he made a sound of disapproval against my skin. My hand stilled, hovering between our bodies, over his belt and the line we couldn’t uncross.
He was kissing me, touching me. My top was off. But we could still stop. I closed my eyes against the sudden swell of panic that gripped my throat. I took a shaky breath, acutely aware of the cool air across my breasts. Then, I nodded almost imperceptibly, my decision made as I dropped my hand to the bulge at the front of his jeans. My touch obliterated the line we had skirted so carefully, and when I gripped his thick cock through the layers, I knew there was no stopping this.
It had to happen. It was happening right then, as his mouth moved lower over the swell of my hip and he caught the fabric of my leggings in his teeth, tugging them down as he moved down my body and away from my hand. Away from kisses and uncertainty until I was naked in front of him and he was looking at me like I was his salvation and also maybe the devil.
I spread my legs and let him look.
He swore under his breath, voice rough and hot with desire. His eyes were glued to mine and I felt both drunk with power and at his mercy. A world of contradictions balanced in the space between our bodies, and it shattered when he lowered his mouth to me, tongue snaking out to catch the slickness of my folds, evidence of how much I wanted this. His teasing licks lingered over my slit until I was rolling my hips, mewls of pleased torture pouring from my mouth when his tongue skilfully avoided my clit. I didn’t dare grab his hair again and risk him stopping, so I fisted my hands in the sheets, twisting against his mouth to get him where I wanted him.
Except he knew what I wanted, and he avoided my attempts to get it. His wordless reminder that this was his game, on his terms. When the teasing touch of his tongue threatened to undo me, I begged for more.
“Please just.. Please make me come,” I gasped, hips pressing desperately against him for more. He lifted his head, looking up at me from between my thighs and it was so fucking sexy I thought I would come right then. His mouth was wet with my desire, and he smiled devilishly at me before moving his hands from where they rested on my thighs, up to bracket my hips and held them still against the couch we were on.
We were supposed to be watching a movie. But when he finally relented to my ceaseless begging and his lips closed around my clit, I couldn’t even remember my own name much less the movie we were supposed to be watching.
Fuck the movie. This was the show and he was the star.
Then his tongue was everywhere and he was adding a finger and then two inside of me, and the rough intrusion and onslaught of sensation had me seeing stars. Galaxies. I shattered, coming against his hand and mouth and shouting his name desperately.
When the stars fades, he was standing between my spread thighs and unbuckling his belt. Unzipping his jeans. Then he pushed them down and it was my turn to stare. Which I definitely did, wide eyed as he stood naked before me. My gaze grew hotter as it trailed down his body and settled on his hard cock. He watched me watch him, an arrogant smile tilting his gorgeous lips as he knelt over me and I shook my head with some mixture of surprise and desire.
Every inch of him is beautiful. Almost as I imagined, but better.
“Turn over,” he said in a low voice, one hand tugging at my hip until I complied.
He smacked my ass once, a sharp sting of pain that he soothed with a thumb gently across the spot he struck. I yelped in surprise and pleasure at each touch before I felt him against me, hot and hard as he leaned into me, his hips against mine and his arms around my waist to hold me there. To keep me close to the feel of his desire trapped between our bodies as he tilted his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against my ass with the most delicious friction. I leaned into it, wanting more.
I wanted all of him, and I told him as much. He groaned, arms tightening around me as he got impossibly harder. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, exposing my throat that he wasted no time in lavishing with attention, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin where my pulse is pounding.
“Are we doing this?” I murmured through the waves of pleasure and sensation.
He didn’t answer me with words. Instead I felt his hand slide between us as he lined himself up against me so that if I moved at all, he would be inside me. He gave me the little control he could afford, and he waited like that. Thumbs brushed across my breasts, then my ribs and hips. When I shifted them slightly, gasping at the intrusion despite how slick I was with want for him, he groaned and tightened his grip. The sound drove us into motion, moving together easily in an age old rhythm that just worked without effort with the way our bodies fit together.
His hand found my hair, gripping it close to the scalp and tugging once. I let out a breathless cry and I can feel his chuckle vibrate against my back before he pushes me forward onto all fours, breaking the contact in favour of a better view. I heard him suck in a breath, and when I peeked over my shoulder, he was watching himself slide into me, watching the way my ass moves with every thrust.
“Jesus,” he said in a guttural groan, “You’re.. This is..”
“I know,” I gasped. I didn’t need his words to know just how unreal every sensation is. Every stolen touch and moment. Every ounce of forbidden pleasure that just won’t stop mounting.
When our careful pacing became frenzied and sloppy, I reached down for my clit. I wanted to cum. I wanted to feel him cum. But he saw my hand, smacked it away and replaced it with his own and that show of possession was all it took before I was falling into infinity once more, this time with him close behind me.
Of all the risks we had taken, this wasn’t one we could spare, so at the last second he pulled back, the wet sound of his withdrawal obscene in the otherwise quiet room and he came all over my ass, my back, groaning my name.
The air was hot and thick, smelling of sex and the popcorn we had popped for the movie we didn’t watch. Our heavy breathing filled the room and by the time the fog of bliss dissipated, the line we had been so careful not to cross obliterated, we watched one another.
Wary. Conflicted. Affectionate.
Several beats passed as he cleaned me up, then himself, and gingerly tugged his briefs and jeans back over his hips. He handed me mine without a word. Kissed me on the mouth with tenderness that disarmed me and when we pulled apart, I saw my friend again.
He tossed me my shirt with a grin and said, “So, coffee or whiskey?”
I smiled back, catching the shirt and pulling it over my head. “Both. Definitely both.”
We didn’t stop.
And maybe it’s not the end of the world.
We stayed like that in bed, making small talk, talking about things, our friends, between kisses and caressing touches that made me yearn for more. He moved toward me and pulled me closer to him, kissing me. First softly with his lips against mine, then he rolled us both over in the bed, pulling me slightly underneath him as he deepened the kiss and kissed me harder.
