Chapter 7
SEVEN
CLASH AND CLAW
Wasp
Heat and lust had my muscles tight, and I leapt up, prowling after Taylor. She descended to the ground floor, peeking over her shoulder at me, eyes wide and bright and fucking gorgeous.
How I’d said no to her in New York was beyond me.
Now, I was a slave to the age-old attraction I had for the lass.
As she moved, she slipped off her coat and left it where it fell. I stepped over it, dragging my work-roughened hoodie over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Taylor stopped in the centre of the room, gazing up at me.
With menace in my moves, I slipped my belt from my jeans. It always went this way, my alpha male side taking over. She brought it out in me. Only her.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
“No. On your knees.”
She complied instantly, and a chill ran down my spine.
“Slip your dress straps down your arms.”
One after the other, the straps fell. Then, without my asking, she unclipped her bra and discarded it, palming her breasts, exposing herself to me.
My blood flooded south, hardening my dick and leaving me lightheaded. Her tits had the power to drive me insane. A perfect handful. Fucking mouthwatering.
And she knew it.
She massaged herself, keeping her gaze fixed on mine. “I hated you telling me no.”
“I hated telling you no.”
“But you’re saying yes now.”
“Stop talking. My house, I’m in control.”
She gave an excited grin. “Then tell me what to do.”
I took a seat on the wide slate windowsill. The lamp remained upstairs, so only a dim glow lit the room. “Undo my jeans.”
Taylor shifted over to me, topless and so sexy. She palmed my thighs and tossed her untied hair over her shoulder, working my button and zipper. My dick sprang free, and she instantly caught hold. Then she put her mouth over the end.
Christ.
Heat enveloped me. She moved on my cock, giving me my first blow job in forever. A groan escaped my throat, and I dug my fingers into her hair, slowing her down.
“I love your cock. It’s thick, and you taste amazing,” she said, easing up.
“Hush your mouth.”
Reaching out, I took two handfuls of her irresistible round tits. Taylor moaned and worked me harder. Then I had an idea.
I wanted to get her out of my system. I’d told myself if she came for me again, I wouldn’t turn her away. Maybe the two could be combined. There were so many things we hadn’t done together. Our trysts had always been fast and hard.
Fuck. No. There wasn’t time to start that list. We only had tonight.
Her hand snaked between my legs, and she took hold of my balls, returning to her job of blowing me. I gritted my teeth and took it for as long as I could, all my nerve endings alight with sheer fucking pleasure.
All of a sudden, it was too much.
“Stand up,” I barked, my head in a whirl.
She did, and I clambered to my feet. Then I switched our positions and bent her over the windowsill.
Sinking to my knees behind her, I lifted her skirt, exposing her pert backside in a barely there thong.
Oh fuck.
“Legs apart. Wider,” I ordered, my voice hoarse now.
Taylor complied, exposing her crotch to me. In a second, I had her underwear aside and my tongue giving her a nice long lick.
“God!” she yelled.
I used my thumbs to open her to me and set about licking the soaking wet pussy I’d dreamed about.
Taylor swore, pushing against my mouth. Under my tongue, she grew swollen and even wetter. The distance between her inviting centre and my hard, waiting dick tantalised me.
I needed her to come quickly so I could slam inside her.
Angling my head, I licked her clit then slid two fingers inside her, pulling back to watch my work. She clenched hard on me, and her noises of pleasure got louder.
This, I loved. This game of getting her off. Gliding into her tight heat and hitting the spot that made her moan. Whatever we were or weren’t to each other, sex came as natural as breathing.
“Please, William. Fuck me. I need you. I want to come on your cock.”
Yes. In my wallet, I had condoms. But that meant running back upstairs.
Then a dawning realisation had me losing my rhythm. Confusion overrode my horny state. In the same way I’d refused to kiss Taylor, I knew I shouldn’t—couldn’t—fuck her. Not if I wasn’t sure where my head was at.
She wanted satisfaction.
We both did.
That I could do.
Ramping up the pressure, I crooked my fingers, using my other hand to work her clit. I made fast circles, guided by her reactions. She groaned helplessly, and I laid my head on her arse and bit down on her cheek, no small amount of frustration in my act.
“Oh fuck. You’re going to make me come. Fuck!” She yelped, then her muscles tightened on my hand, her moans turning long and undulating. Taylor collapsed onto the windowsill, breathing hard and spent.
I reared up, blood surging. Taking my neglected dick in my hand, I pumped my shaft. What a sight, her body ready and waiting for me to fuck.
It would be the easiest thing in the world to push inside her now. Use the last throbs of her orgasm to fuel my own. She’d howl. She would feel like heaven.
I let the thought push me to the edge and concentrated my efforts on the end of my sensitive dick, frantic in my moves.
With my free hand, I splayed my fingers across Taylor’s lower back, then, with a roar, I came, hard, splashing come onto her pert, round backside.
My balls emptied, and my head swam in dizzy release, and I gripped her hip, digging my fingers in to keep me steady. But as I came back to earth, calming from the lush high, intense dissatisfaction replaced my happiness.
What the fuck was that?
Taylor chuckled. “Um, did you just come all over my ass? Maybe a little help on clean up?”
I muttered an apology, stumbling as I sought a roll of kitchen paper I knew had been left down here.
Locating it, I cleaned her up, and silently, we set about righting our clothes.
Awkwardness fell over us.
We didn’t make eye contact.
This was new, too. Sex had always been fun. We’d clash and claw at each other then hug it out after, satisfied and joyful.
Unhappiness dogged my movements, and I had no fucking clue what to do.
“If you want, I can run you back to Braithar now,” I muttered, not looking at her.
“I don’t mind bunking here. I never went camping. It’ll be fun.”
I raised my chin in agreement, and we returned upstairs. A sort of flatness had come over me. I’d never felt like that before and couldn’t clear my head.
Taylor crawled into my sleeping bag, and I took the other. Then I killed the lamp.
For two people who’d known each other as long as we had, we could’ve been strangers.
“Thank you for letting me come here. I mean stay here.” Taylor gave a short laugh that was anything but humorous.
“Night,” I managed in return, then I lay on my back and listened to her breathe while I didn’t sleep a wink.