10. Failed Resistance
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My eyes lingered on her fingers, pushing the third button out of its hole. I then looked up at her face, and my mind wanted me to laugh, but I held it in. Did she really think that I was going to fall for her amateurish seduction somehow? Was she not aware of who I was and the powerful temptations to which I was exposed to on a daily basis? Women of all shapes, ages, and backgrounds vied for my attention, so…
So why was it working?
Against all reason, I caught my gaze devouring the shape of her eyes, the way she licked her lips, and the subtle movements of every fingertip. Defying logic, I felt my insides respond to the smell of her perfume as she inched closer, whispering, “If you’re just gonna stand there… leave.”
I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. Taking my hands out of my pockets, I grabbed her by the shoulders and stared deep into her eyes. “I thought you didn’t want more,” I challenged her, trying to pull her out of this trance.
“Thought?” She smiled. “I don’t want thoughts polluting this.”
At a glacial pace, my hands crawled down her arms and landed on her waist, pulling her closer as my lips found hers. Closing my eyes, I let my tongue explore her mouth, savoring the moment.
She pulled away, sucking on my tongue as she did. The tug had a delicious pain to it, so I opened my eyes, and they met hers. I couldn’t help but smile.
She slowly shook her head without breaking our eye contact and whispered, “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” At that point, my eyes were drinking in her face, her hair, her eyes under the unusual light. Everything about her turned me on.
“Don’t give me this look. Don’t fall in love with me. We won’t survive.”
“I told you; I do better than survive.” My lips sought hers, and she pulled away. That familiar teasing; why did it sting?
“We’re wrong,” she whispered as our cheeks touched.
“I thought you didn’t want thoughts polluting this.”
She widened her eyes just as my hands held her tighter around her waist, picking her up and descending with her, laying her down on the floor. “Then why are you doing this?”
She grinned under the dim light. “I think I found a new hobby… toying with your emotions.”
Dipping my head into the nook over her shoulder, I sucked the skin on her neck, whispering as I nibbled, “Think I deserve it?”
“I do.” She tilted her head, pressing against mine as she did.
“That’s harsh.” I slid my hand under the dress, exploring the lacey fabric of her bra with my fingertips. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the dim blue nights flashing, and the black light accompanying night, giving the entire open space a psychedelic sort of feel.
Surreal.
As if we weren’t there at all.
Sophie tilted her head back to look up at me, and a myriad of emotions danced across her face. “If you think it’s harsh, why are you here?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, after a lengthy pause. “I wasn’t going to come.”
Especially after she shot me down for lunch and made it clear that she didn’t want anything serious with me. Given the amazing night we shared together, I was left feeling more than a little confused. Not only did I use all of my good moves on her, but I’d also never been blatantly rejected by a woman before.
It left me feeling disconcerted and off balance.
Like we were on uneven footing.
Sophie definitely had the upper hand over me, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Even if she did look sexy as fuck in her shirt dress, with buttons along the front, fishnet stockings underneath, and a lacy bra underneath. Abruptly, Sophie leaned back and kicked off her boots, shoving them a few feet away with the heel of her foot. Then she wound her fingers through my hair, and I melted into her, the distinct smell of freesias and vanilla washing over me.
What the fuck was she doing to me?
And why the fuck was I here?
Before I could say anything, Sophie tugged on my hair and pressed her lips to mine. Then our mouths moved against each other, hot and searing, as if we only had a few moments to spare. While a part of me rebelled against the thought of letting her have the upper hand, especially when she lured me to an art studio in the middle of the night, I couldn’t help but marvel at the way she felt pressed against me.
Like she was meant to be draped all over me.
I ran my hands up and down her bare arms, leaving a trail of heat in my wake. Sophie let out low whimpering noises that made my pulse quicken and sent all the blood to my groin, my erection straining against my trousers almost painfully. In the background, I heard cars screeching, and howling wafting in through the open window. When the smell of perfume washed over me, I drew back and reached for Sophie’s hand.
Wordlessly, I gestured to the floor. She knelt down and stretched her legs out in front of her. I got down on my knees and crawled over to her, only pausing to fumble with the buttons of her shirt. As soon as I was done, I pushed it off of her shoulders, and it fluttered to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing matching panties to that lacy bra.
I reached behind her and unhooked the bra, allowing her breasts to spill forward. “This is a much better look on you.”
“You’ve said that before.”
“I still mean it,” I told her, in a husky voice. I peeled off her fishnet stockings and tossed them over my shoulders. “Are you going to write about this?”
Sophie gave me a long and heated look. “Maybe.”
With that, she reached for me and undid the buttons on my shirt, barely pausing before she pushed it off my shoulders. When she was done, she undid the belt on my dress pants and tugged on the edges. I stood up and threw them away, leaving me in my boxers.
“I like your hair like this,” Sophie murmured, running his fingers through the silk strands. “It looks good when it’s brushed back.”
I claimed her mouth with mine. “It looks better when you’re running your fingers through it.”
Suddenly, we were on the floor, our flushed bodies pressed against each other. Sophie squirmed and writhed against me. I reached for her panties and pulled them down over her legs. She smiled and did the same to my boxers, leaving us both naked and exposed.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Especially when she wrapped a hand around my hard cock and started stroking. I let out a low growling noise, and brought my hand down to her pussy, finding it drenching wet. I circled a finger on her clit for a few seconds before pushing a finger inside her wetness. Sophie arched her back and moaned out my name breathlessly. The blood pounded in my ears as I lowered myself, so I was at eye level with her pussy. I glanced up, meeting her eyes just as I placed my hands on either side of her legs and kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Sophie’s mouth parted, and she released a deep, shaky breath, waiting for my next move.
I used my fingers to push apart her wet folds, and my tongue darted out. In slow, lazy circles, I drank from her while she wound her fingers through my hair. She tugged and bucked herself against my face, her low whimpers reverberating inside of my head. When her grip on my neck tightened, I squeezed my eyes shut and swept my tongue back and forth.
Sophie came undone around me, her entire body writhing and spasming. As soon as she gasped for breath, I glanced up and saw her skin, slick with sweat, and the uneven rise and fall of her chest. She pulled me up and kissed me squarely on the mouth, tasting her sweet juices. She made a low humming noise and then wrapped her legs around my waist.
In one quick thrust, I was inside of her, enveloped by her warm wetness.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” I grunted in a low voice, stopping to revel just how tightly she was wrapped around my cock.
In response, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her pussy clenched around me.
I lowered my head to her chest and took one nipple in between my lips. While I licked and sucked, she raked her fingers over my back, sending dual waves of pain and pleasure ricocheting through me. Once I switched my attention to the other nipple, her movements turned frantic, her hips rising up off the ground to meet me.
As one, we moved, rocking back and forth against each other on the cold linoleum floor, while lights pulsed around us. One eyed open to look at me, and the look on her face had my stomach dipping. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled, allowing her scent to wash over me. Then I ran my fingers over every inch of smooth and tanned skin, unable to get enough of her.
When Sophie came a second time, I didn’t stop.
Instead, I eased out and slammed back into her a few times until she was crying out again from my hard pounding. I lifted both of her legs up over her head and brought them to a rest against my shoulders. Her eyes widened, but her movements didn’t waver. Instead, they grew frenzied again, matching each thrust with one of her own and causing my heart to pound against my ears. She dug her nails into my thighs, and her chest rose and fell unevenly.
“Fuck. You feel so good, Nathan.”
“No one else can make you feel this good,” I told her, fighting to hear past the roaring in my ears. “Admit it.”
Sophie gasped. “No one can.”
“No one can make you this wet,” I ground out, hissing when she dragged a nail across my back. “We’re so good together, Sophie.”
“We are.” Sophie breathed, her breath catching towards the end. “Fuck, Nathan. You’re so big.”
“And so hard.” I released a deep breath. “Fuck, Sophie. You’re so tight.”
Sophie squirmed underneath me. “Nathan, I—oh, yes.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on my movements. When I began to shake my hips left and right, Sophie started to chant my name. Over, and over, it echoed inside of the empty room. It wasn’t long before I could smell our sweat, and the only sound I could hear was that of skin slapping against skin. I pressed my palms against the floor and rammed into her, with a force that surprised the both of us.
I couldn’t handle a second more of her clenching around my cock and finally, I emptied myself into her, jerking and panting as I did.
Following right after me, while my cock was still pulsating inside of her, Sophie came. She shook underneath me, her entire body trembling. I brought my thumb down to her pussy and moved it around her clit in slow languid circles until her legs were shaking and she couldn’t take it anymore. Then I lowered her legs, and she let her arms come to a rest on either side of her. I blinked and collapsed against the floor, my chest heaving with effort.
Slowly, our breathing evened out and silence settled between us. Through the walls, I heard the rise and fall of conversation, followed by a TV blaring.
Still, Sophie didn’t say a word.
Against my better judgment, I reached between us and touched her shoulders. She leaned into my touch, and her eyes fluttered closed. She twisted onto her side and looked directly at me, but I got the feeling she was looking right through me.
I wasn’t used to feeling like this.
Like my stomach was twisted into tight knots, and she was the only who could unravel me, little by little then all at once.
One touch, one word was all it took.
But Sophie was a million miles away, and I had no idea how to reach her.