7. Quade
My gaze is locked with Hadley’s. I figure my eyes are as dilated as hers because that kiss, barely a peck, delivered a punch of arousal so sharp and hot I’m on the verge of bursting through my pants. Coming out of my skin.
I don’t know why I kissed her. I know I said it was so we were comfortable with each other but while that wasn’t an outright lie it hadn’t been in my thoughts before I moved and put my mouth on hers.
There’s something here, something between us…maybe it’s only lust, chemistry between two people who find each other attractive and maybe now we’ve tested the waters…
I see the instant Hadley decides to make a move of her own. The thin rim of blue around her blown pupils flames brighter and her nostrils flare with a sucked in breath a split second before her mouth is back on mine.
Her hands race up my chest and wrap around my neck to the back of my head, tugging me down to fit our mouths together better. I can’t remember the last time I had such an intense reaction to a kiss. Probably the first time I convinced a pretty girl to let me put my lips on hers.
Hell, right now I even feel like a randy teenager making out for the first time.
My cock is weeping in my boxers, my blood is rushing through my veins, pounding out a beat that sounds suspiciously like mine, mine, mine.
Bending my knees, I angle my head, tangle my fingers in her hair to angle hers, and thrust my tongue between her lips.
A growl of need rumbles in my throat when her taste bursts across my tongue. She’s sweet and hot and better than the finest dessert.
Before I think, I’m moving closer, pushing her backward, chasing after her. I can’t get close enough, can’t grip her tight enough, can’t push my tongue deep enough.
She doesn’t fight me, if anything her hands dig into my scalp harder, her mouth opens wider, and the sounds passing through her lips to mine grow louder, more urgent.
Our motion stops when her back hits the wall beside the closed bedroom door. Pinning her between my hard body and the unyielding wall proves frustrating. The difference in our heights means my throbbing cock is pressing into her belly and my bent neck aches with the beat of my heart, the pulse of my dick.
On a frustrated moan, I wrap my arms around her hips and palm her ass. With a yank I pull her off her feet and push her up the wall only stopping when my cock meets the heated cleft between her legs.
I groan, press into her, and slip my hands down the back of her thighs, urging her legs up and around me.
Hadley’s whimpers are swallowed by my mouth and I sweep my tongue wider, deeper, so I can catch every one of them. The rock of my hips is matched by the rock of hers and for the first time in my adult life I’m dry humping my way to coming.
“Hadley.” Her name is a prayer, a plea, a demand. Every part of me craves, burns, and slashes to the bone and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t stop.
Shoving my hands under her dress I palm her bare flesh, my fingertips brushing the crease of her ass and finding no barrier between us. It’s either a thong or nothing under the silky fabric and my brain short circuits, my fingers flex on her smooth skin, and every inch of me goes up in flames.
“Hadley.” This time her name is a growl, deep and rough. Restraint is gone, I’m helpless to stop myself from thrusting my cock against her harder. Faster. With each driving push I chase the friction I need, the pressure to get me off—get her off.
She’s close. I feel it in the tightening of her body against mine, her breath reduced to short pants into my mouth as I continue devouring her. It’s a hunger I need to sate before I go out of my mind.
My tongue syncs with the rhythm of my cock and I’m out of control, powerless to slow down or pull away—to stop.
On a muffled cry she jerks, her back bowing, head hitting the wall behind her as her legs clamp around me in a vise-like grip. The sound that passes her lips to mine is part pleasure, part pain and sends me spiraling into a climax so gut wrenching it steals my breath. Saps my strength.
I don’t know how long we stay melted together, the wall the only thing holding us up. I have no clue what just happened. How we went from a simple kiss to fucking with our clothes on.
Because that’s what we just did. There might not have been penetration, I may not know what she looks like naked, but I definitely fucked us both into oblivion.
“Hey, how long are you two going to be?” Littlest yells from the other side of the closed door.
Hadley stiffens, and not in a good way, and I feel her curse more than hear it.
It takes me a second to gather my wits enough to form words and answer my sister. “Another ten,” I call out.
I haven’t let Hadley go and I don’t intend to. Not now. Not yet. I’m starting to think not ever.
I hardly know this woman and I’m invested in a way I never have been before. I can’t explain it, don’t want to examine it, not now. Not here.
I’ll save the self examination for later when my mind isn’t foggy from the most explosive orgasm of my life. And my little sister isn’t on the other side of my closed bedroom door.
I’m brought from my thoughts by Hadley’s hands pressing against my shoulders. Leaning back, my gaze finds hers.
The emotions rolling though her eyes show me she’s as dazed as I am. Confused by what just happened. What I don’t see is regret. And the tightness in my chest I wasn’t aware of, eases.
“I.” I lick my dry lips, swallow through a constricted throat. “I’m not sorry.”
I have no idea why I chose those words but they’re true. I’m not sorry, don’t regret the last few minutes at all. Hell, I want to repeat them. Over and over again, except without our clothes on.
She gives me a slight smile and a small nod.
It’s enough to ease any concern I have. Pulling back, I carefully lower her feet to the floor, wait for her to be steady before letting go and stepping back. “We should get cleaned up and get ready to go.”
Her gaze drops to my groin where the large wet patch of my release is clearly visible. The quick swipe of her tongue across her bottom lip sends blood rushing back to my softening cock and I’m not sure which one of us is more shocked.
I’ve never been ready to go again right after coming. Not as an adult and not as a randy teenager when it seemed sex was my only thought and only goal.
I don’t know what this woman is doing to me. This isn’t what I expected when I advertised for a fake date for the summer.
And standing here with come soaked pants I can’t say I’m sorry about that either.