Chapter 7 #2
Only, my body doesn’t cooperate with the plan.
My masturbation aid slips and slides against my skin.
No amount of pressure or guidance convinces it to penetrate where it’s supposed to go.
I keep seeing Kira right before me, Kira watching me, with a frosty smile on her soft lips.
Steely determination is mixed with pity, desire, and revulsion in her eyes.
I straighten from my bent position. Upright, I press back against the cold unyielding tiles, loosen the strap keeping me stiff.
With her image shimmering before me, I don’t need it.
I should have taken her while she was here.
Tumbled her onto the bed and buried my face in her cunt.
I’ve no experience of what that would be like, but a fertile imagination.
There’s no doubt in my mind that’s where she wanted me to end the night.
I want to fuck her hard, until we’re both sticky with sweat and barely able to move anymore.
I want to sleep with her cuddled against my side.
I stumble through the suite in the dark still naked until I locate my phone. While I don’t have her number, I do have a line straight to her boss.
DD: Get Kira back here now.
Here’s the thing about Howard Falchard. He’s a no nonsense kind of guy, which is why I don’t get any bullshit back demanding to know why, or if I require rescuing. If that were the case, that’s the text message I’d have sent.
HF: ETA 2 mins.
I don’t bother to dress. I do deal with the shit in the bathroom. When her knuckles rap against the door, I’m still on my knees zipping up the case. Having ascertained it is her, via the peep hole, I undo the various locks and let her in.
She’s still sans shoes, but the lack of height doesn’t matter as she aims low and her fist hits square in the centre of my solar plexus.
“Shit! What the hell was that for?”
“You do not send me away with a flea in my ear and then call me back for sex, Dylan Drake.”
The possibility of receiving another blow like that is the only thing that curtails my tongue, and stops me pleading with her to lower her voice.
“What makes you so sure that’s what I asked you back for?”
“Duh,” she says. “You’re naked. And horny.”
Oh, she noticed that, did she?
“Are intruders only allowed to attempt to get in when I’m clothed? That’s a neat security trick I was totally unaware of.”
“Dylan, don’t get funny with me. It’s late and I’m pissed off. What do you want?”
She knows. Spelling it out isn’t necessary.
“Call someone else.” She about turns and heads right back to the door. “A guy, cause you’re gay, remember.”
But only ninety-nine per cent gay, it would seem. I did not just admit that to myself. “You have a strange effect on me, Kira Carter-Wells.”
She turns again, so that her back is to the door which has slammed closed of its own accord. “Whereas, you just make me rage-y.”
I close the gap between us, and rest my hands on her shoulders. Her chin juts up at me.
“You tell me not to lie. You shouldn’t either.”
A tiny smirk puckers her lips. She has truly beautiful eyes, the clearest crystal blue, lined by inky dark lashes.
She could expand on rage-y to explain how I frustrate her beyond reason, how she hates being chastened one moment for acting and the next for doing as I asked.
She does neither. Instead she smiles like the cat that got the cream.
“Oh, Dylan. Do you even have the faintest idea how this works?”
Specifically, with a woman? The hell I do. We’re diving head first into virgin territory here, and that’s not something I ever imagined encountering again. However, while the specifics are different, the mechanics don’t change. Guys have cocks. Women have clits.
“Reckon I’ve clues enough.” I’m pretty sure she’ll guide me if I go astray.
“If you think I’m about to fall at your feet like one of your usual pick-ups, you’ve another thing coming.”
I want far more from her than a blowjob.
I kiss her hard, shoving her back against the door and pinning her fast with my naked body.
She’s not some delicate little flower to be messed with.
If my mouth slamming down on hers isn’t what she wants, I’m going to sharp learn about it, but the only thing sharp I feel is the bite of her nails digging into my back as she tugs me closer.
Our teeth clash as we kiss. Tongues spar. A whole angry battle is fought between us. She claims I frustrate her. Well, she’s been like a shard of glass under my skin since the moment she barged into my life a few hours ago. Now it’s impossible not to scratch at the wound.
“I’m going to fuck you good,” I tell her. “Unless you stop this right now.”
She bites back harder.
I hate how great she tastes, how every deep airless kiss we exchange only spurs me to claim more. I hate how the grip of her hands on my back makes me tremble inside, and how rigid my dick gets when it rubs up against her. And I especially hate that there’s still a fabric barrier between us.
That needs to disappear.
If you discount the beads, her dress is more shimmer than substance.
I ease one strap from her shoulder, then the other, freeing her perky breasts.
The tips of which tighten at my touch. I move my mouth to the long expanse of her neck, and suck while I’m making lazy circles around one nipple with my thumb.
The weight of a woman’s breast in my hand is an unfamiliar sensation, but definitely something to savour.
She’s soft there, so soft, in contrast to the iron flatness of her stomach.
She has muscles that rival mine.
The dress falls away. Okay, so I help it a little, then she’s naked too.
Minx has no knickers on.
I’m stuck, looking at her for a good half a minute, taking in the shape of her. She’s boyish for a woman, but still a heck of a lot more curvy than I’m used to. Her legs are endless. I picture them wrapped around my neck as I bury my face in her cunt.
Kira’s hand leaves my shoulder. She turns the door lock, while I reach up and refasten the chain.
I don’t know if here or the bedroom is the right answer.
“Getting cold feet?” Her eyes narrow as she speaks.
“Not at all.”
“I don’t want to be your dirty secret, Dylan.”
Too bad. She already is.
I spear two fingers downwards along the landing strip of hair to her cleft, then bend the middle finger so that it dips right into the wet heat between her lips.
That’s when I know for definite she’s as turned on as I am.
She’s drenched, and that makes the whole of my hand slippery.
I find her clit. I’m unpractised, but I’m not a dunce, and it isn’t difficult to locate.
It’s right there between her swollen lips where you’d expect it to be.
A hard little nub, that when touched causes her already ragged breaths to hitch.
“Like that, eh?”
She squirms like crazy as I circle around it with the pad of my thumb. Her fingers curl against my flank, squeezing tight then relaxing, only to dig into me again.
I never thought I’d be so excited about getting to rub a snatch, but she’s goddamned wet, and it’s slippery and smooth and I think I could actually get used to this.
It takes a boatload of lube to get a guy this wet enough to fuck.
My dick’s all ready to try out how it feels, but I’m not rushing this.
It only gets to be new once. Nor am I dumb enough to dive in naked.
Nope, the best place to be if I’m going to stay out of trouble is on my knees.
“Dylan…” she croaks, her voice all broken and husky.
“Yeah.”
She stares at me knelt before her, her expression, a curious mixture of languor and desperation, red lips parted. “Should we—”
—move through to the bedroom? Lady, you’ve no idea how desperate I am to throw you over my shoulder and carry you there.
“Should we get more comfortable?”
“Things look pretty good right here.” I run my hand up her inner thigh, urging her to widen her stance.
“You’re going to eat me?” She sounds astonished. It shows on her face too. Her pupils grow wide, gobbling up the blue of her irises.
“Unless you tell me no.”
Maybe I should have given her more than a millisecond to respond, but she’s soft, and curiosity or some shit like that is getting the better of me. I hook one of her legs right over my shoulder, opening her up to my gaze.
I swallow a desperate breath, salivating for what’s right before me.
It’s a puzzle. None of this makes any sense.
Guys get me horny. I’ve always known that.
My cunt of a mother couldn’t beat the queer out of me, and her boyfriend couldn’t fuck it out of me either.
If that’s not proof of what gets me rocking then I don’t know what the heck is.
I never needed to check out women just to make sure.
My orientation was set in stone.
Until now…
Until Kira Carter-Wells battered down the door.
So, pussy diving just this once, is no big deal, right? We can call it an experiment. A fail safe check, just to remind me what it is that really rocks my boat.
Only, the scent of her gets more intoxicating the closer I get.
It’s neither sweet, floral nor musky, just the essence of her in its purest form, and God help me, but I can’t get e-fucking-nough of it.
The taste of her is even better. The sounds she makes in response—a song that strikes right at my heart.
“This is insane,” I whisper.
“If you stop I’m going to murder you.” She stares at all the sheen covering my lips and chin.
I believe that more than I believe there’s a guy or girl out there eager to slash me to ribbons.
“Dylan, seriously. If you stop…”
She doesn’t finish that thought, but I get the gist… She likes the way I suck and lick her clit.
It occurs to me that I’ve never actually seen a woman come. Fake Os for the camera don’t count.
Is it possible that I could drive her nuts, in the way she did to me earlier? Can this here gay guy rock her world enough to genuinely get her off?