46. Fireworks
FORTY-SIX
Fireworks
TARA
Tara and Steve stood up and cleared off their table just in time for a group of high school kids to sit down. Steve grabbed her hand and walked them back toward the building.
“Where are we going?”
“I need to go up to my apartment.” He led her to the outside door to the offices and apartments above the bookstore.
“Want me to wait here?”
“No.” Steve punched his code into the keypad and held the door open for Tara. “Come with me.”
Tara arched a brow and then followed him upstairs into his apartment. No one else was in the building on a Saturday night, so it was quiet, barring the muffled music and festival crowds outside in the square. “Emerson said we could see the fireworks from here.” He helped Tara take her jacket off and dropped it over the back of a chair at his table, then did the same with his.
Tara glanced around. “We should probably open the curtains then.”
“No.” Steve cupped her face with his hands and kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was all confidence, and damn if it wasn’t hot. He propelled her back until she hit the wall.
“Yes,” Tara moaned.
He pulled back and grinned at her. “That’s the sound I want to hear.” He leaned in to kiss her lips. “Again.”
He kissed her a second time. “And again.”
He cupped her jaw with his hand and turned her face to the side to kiss her along her jawline and just below her ear. “And again.”
His thumb teased her lips, edging them back open.
Tara’s breath hitched as her mouth dropped open. Her body heated up, and her pulse raced.
Steve grabbed her arms, held them over her head, and crushed his lips against hers. It was rough and possessive, and she melted right into him.
He dropped her arms and cupped one hand behind her neck while pinning her against the wall with his hard body. She slipped her hands around his waist and tugged his shirt out of his jeans, unable to get them both out of their clothes fast enough. Her breathing grew shallow, gasping for air the second he dropped his lips to her neck. She tilted her head to the side to grant him more access and moaned again when his teeth nibbled at her ear.
Tara’s fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans, then worked the zipper down. She pressed her palm against his hard cock. “God, I want you.”
Now it was Steve’s turn to groan. His voice was deep. Feral.
Hungry.
He brought his hand to the side of her face and lifted her chin with his thumb so his lips could lay kisses all down her throat. “This is in the way.” He grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up and off, revealing a light green lace bra.
He swallowed. Hard. Tara opened her eyes enough to meet his gaze, which immediately traveled back down her body. “If you wear nothing else…”
He dropped his mouth to her chest, pressing one hand around her full breast and dipping his tongue beneath the lace covering the other.
Tara’s mouth fell open. “Oh, god.”
He pressed his other hand down her stomach to the edge of her leggings. He dipped his fingers underneath the thin fabric of her thong.
When he raised his head to meet her gaze, she smiled, widening her legs enough to grant him better access. He smiled back and slipped a finger inside her.
“Yes.” she closed her eyes with a moan. “Steve…” she breathed out. Her head collapsed against his chest, desperate for breath.
His voice deepened, “Let me hear you, Sugar.” He moved his fingers inside her, and her moans grew louder.
“Oh… oh my god.” Tara’s voice barely escaped her lips when Steve pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure tore through her body. She whimpered as he held her long enough to regain her other senses. Not that she probably cared about any other senses right now.
While Tara still floated in a state of orgasmic bliss, Steve dropped down to his knees to pull her leggings off and over her feet.
“Tell me you have a condom handy.” Tara’s voice sounded hoarse, breathy.
“Oh, yeah.” He panted between kisses.
Steve shrugged out of his jeans. His broad chest heaved as he gasped for breath.
Good. She needed him inside her.
The sound of the foil packet ripping was music to Tara’s ears. Her eyes widened f when she caught sight of a pair of dydoe piercings underneath the condom.
“So that’s your other piercing, huh?” Her smile exuded desire tinged with mischief.
In one fluid motion, he wrapped her leg around his waist and pressed himself against her entrance. “One of ‘em, yeah.” His smile was just as mischievous as hers.
“One?”
“Want to feel the other?”
When he paused, she met his darkened eyes and gave a subtle nod. “Oh, yeah.”
“Good.”
She cried out as he thrust inside her. Her mouth fell open, and she dropped her head back against the wall when he filled her completely.
He reached his hands around and lifted her second leg, giving her an extra few seconds for her body to adjust to his size.
“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes widening.
Steve grinned. “That’s the other one.”
Tara locked her ankles behind his back and pulled him as far inside her as she could. He groaned when she tightened her hold around his shoulders and dropped her lust-filled eyes to meet his.
“Oh, no.” Her lip curled up. “Don’t stop now.”
A raw, guttural sound escaped the depths of Steve’s throat as he thrust hard inside her.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He buried his face into her neck, pushing harder and faster as beads of sweat trailed down his back.
Tara was getting close again. Her panting grew shallow. Her moans loader.
She cried out, something that sounded like his name, as pleasure shot through her body again. Her body convulsed around him, pulling him right over the edge with her. He dropped his head and shuddered his own release with a loud groan, then collapsed against her, pinning her against the wall.
Neither one of them could move while their bodies worked to come back down to earth. Her hands finally dropped down his chest, and her legs slowly slid down his legs to the floor.
Steve wrapped one arm around her waist and held her head against his chest with his other. They were both struggling to breathe when Tara laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Steve asked between breaths.
“We never even got all our clothes off. I thought you wanted to take your time.”
Steve opened his eyes and took in their present state of dress. He breathed out a laugh. He was still wearing his fully buttoned shirt, and Tara was still in her bra. Everything else they’d been wearing was piled on the floor.
“This is me taking my time.” He reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. “And we’ve got all night, Sugar.”
With a gentle kiss, he slid the loose straps over her soft, pale shoulders, adding her bra to the accumulating pile of clothes. He pulled back just enough to unbutton his own shirt and take it off. He reached around Tara and wrapped it around her shoulders, letting it hang loosely over her body.
He reached behind her neck and drew her close. “God, you’re beautiful.”
He leaned in for a soft, lazy, slow kiss, taking his time as their bodies melted against each other. “Let’s go someplace more comfortable.”
Tara crawled into his bed while Steve took care of the condom. A quick peek inside his nightstand revealed more condoms. Going for broke, she put a couple on top of the tabled.
The mattress next to her sank when he slid in next to her. He placed his hand on her waist and pressed his lips against hers. His kiss was slow. It was languid, nothing at all like they’d just experienced against his living room wall.
Determined to enjoy herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss as if they had all the time in the world. She wanted more, but she was happy laying back and basking in the feel of his body against hers.
“Hey,” he said between kisses.
“Hey.”
He kissed her again then rolled onto his back.
Tara turned so she could rest her hand on his chest. She leaned over him and brushed her lips against his jaw, running her tongue along his clean-shaven skin.
“No scruff?”
“Nope. Was on the clock today for the festival.”
“Too bad.” She’d always liked a little scruff.
She dropped her lips down his throat, past his bobbing Adam’s apple, and over his chest. His breaths quickened, and she could feel his heart beat faster.
She smiled as she kissed his first nipple piercing, running circles around it with her tongue. Gripping the small barbell with her teeth, she pulled, drawing a hissing sound out of Steve while he forked his fingers through her hair, which cascaded over his chest. She lifted her heavy lids to make eye contact, then leaned over to lavish the other side of his chest with her tongue, receiving a small moan in response.
Tara’s hand wandered down his abs, lightly running her fingers down his happy trail and beyond. She paused when her fingers felt something other than Steve himself. Rubbing with her fingers, she felt a metal ring with two small and one larger ball in the middle. He had a devilish grin covering his face when she lifted her eyes.
“So that’s what I felt when….” Her cheeks flushed, but her lips turned up in a knowing smile because she liked how she had felt when he had her pinned against the wall.
“Yep.” His cocky smirk overtook his features. “That was my first one.”
“Your first?” She kept her fingers moving, gently caressing him just above where she knew he wanted to be touched.
“Down there, anyway.”
“Doesn’t Lenny Kravitz have one of these?”
He gritted his teeth. “I don’t want to know how you know that.”
“He posted pictures.”
He tightened his grip around her shoulders.
“Hmm.” She smiled as she pressed her hand down his length to the tip of his hardening cock.
She watched his eyes roll to the back of his head as he moaned, louder this time.
“And these?” She held him in her hand and gently passed her thumb back and forth over a pair of small barbells piercing the crown of his head.
His breathing grew shorter as she kept her hands in motion. “Mmhmm.”
“These are what I felt inside me.”
“Mmhmm.” His hips jerked upwards. “Yup.”
She kept her hand between his legs, then leaned in to kiss his chest again. She felt him growing harder and harder with each stroke of her hand.
“I want to feel them inside me. Again.”
Tara gasped when Steve flipped her onto her back. It happened so fast she didn’t have time to react. His deep blue eyes blazed as he gazed into her own.
Then she heard it.
His hand slapped down on his nightstand with a loud thud.
She grinned up at him.
“Again, huh?” he said, growling. His eyes darkened. He leaned back just enough to rip the foil packet and roll on a condom. “Anything you want, Sugar.” Steve’s lips crashed into hers, melting her under his touch.
She knew what he wanted, and it was exactly what she needed. Was he hungry for her touch? Because she was starving for his.
With each kiss. With each caress. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted more. His touch was so demanding yet tender. Hot, yet soothing.
“Oh, god!”
“Glad you think so, but I’d rather hear you scream my name.” Steve pressed kisses along her neck and shoulders.
“Mmm… Steve.” Tara’s lips curled up in a smile as he sped up his rhythm. She hoped they needed to raid his nightstand stash again before the night was out.