Chapter 9 #2
He leaned his head on top of mine. “Like Monica.”
“And you. You’re my favorite partner.” I smiled. “I had one partner dat was awful. I hated him. Used to tell me what to do like I didn’t have a clue. He did it to everyone, like he was the boss or something. I still want to throat punch him.”
“Woah.”
I looked up to see Thorne’s surprised smile. “Let’s make sure you two don’t meet while you’re drunk. You might actually do it.”
“Yeah, I will.” I tried to give a little punch, but my arms felt weak.
He tried to take my beer away, but I tugged it back and downed the rest of the drink. He plucked the empty can out of my hand and put it on the coffee table. “I think it’s time for water.”
I leaned more into his lap. “Thorne,” I said softly.
“Um?”
“Thank you.”
He looked at me, his dark blue eyes searching for something. He finally nodded. “No problem. I told you I would help.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do.”
I put my hand on his cheek. “I really mean it.”
He smiled. “I know.”
He looked so cute, his dark blue eyes looking at me while he smiled so sweetly. I felt his warm hand on my back. This is what safe felt like. He was only a few inches away. I needed him to know how much I appreciated him. I pushed forward and planted my lips onto his.
I swayed as the kiss ended.
“Lissa, do you know what you’re doing?”
I grinned. “I’m thanking you.” I kissed him again and this one lasted longer. He tasted of Old Style and red sauce. Who knew his lips would be so soft.
The kiss ended again, and I’m pretty sure he pushed me away. I frowned.
He brushed my hair behind my ear, and I leaned into his hand.
“Lissa. We’ve both been drinking. We shouldn’t do this.”
“Yes, we should.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. He swayed under my arms. “It’s nice.”
We sat there, staring at each other for who knows how long. It felt like static filled the air, waiting to find the right time to discharge. But would it fizzle or shock us into action?
I’d never felt so light after seeing my parents. Thorne was the reason. How much happier did I feel after he moved in with me? Life felt easier than it had in a long while. And he looked so handsome. I wanted to bite him.
He reached over and squeezed my thigh. Lightning shot up my leg and into my core. I leaned in and kissed him. Softly at first, his lips lightly touching mine. I needed more so I gripped the back of his neck and kissed him harder. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer.
I dug my nails into his shoulder while he pulled me onto his lap, and I opened my mouth for him. Our tongues danced as we kissed. I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth and started sucking on his lips and tongue while holding his face in my hands.
His hands ran up and down my back. I waited for him to dig his fingers into my back, but it never happened.
When I came up for air, he licked and kissed down my jaw and neck.
I thought about all the marks I’d see tomorrow from his mouth and hands.
Something about knowing there would be bruises the next day revved me up.
I looked down at him. Those dark blue eyes were dilated and wide, his face flush, and his lips swollen. And what a beautiful mouth. I wanted it all over every inch of me.
He took a deep breath. “Do you want to slow down?”
I nodded and kissed him again before I sat back on the couch off his lap. I needed to catch my breath.
Both of us panted as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Are we really doing this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I grinned. “I’d like you to fuck me right now.”
Thorne’s eyes widened, and he choked on whatever he was about to say.
I grinned and licked my lips. “Dat is, if you’re up for it.”
His dark blue eyes widened in shock before they narrowed, and he managed to crawl over me on the narrow couch. He rubbed his nose against mine and took my mouth with his. Damn Thorne looked sexy.
Who knew he was such a good kisser. I swear he could kiss the very soul out of me. I needed to know what his lips could do on other areas of my body.
His hands slid under my back, and I arched into him, feeling his hard dick against my lower stomach. He kissed down my cheek and latched onto my earlobe. It sent chills down my body, and I gasped. My hands found his skin under his shirt and explored the hard angles of his back and chest.
I slipped his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.
His chest was a thing of beauty. Wide shoulders, defined pecs, and abs for days.
My hands explored his chest and shoulders until he pulled one of my hands up and kissed my palm.
He continued to kiss and lick his way up my arm to my neck.
Warm hands lifted up my blouse while caressing my sides.
With my shirt on the floor, he explored my shoulders with his mouth. His tongue twisted around my nipples poking through my bra. I couldn’t arch myself into his mouth enough.
“Off,” I panted. “Take it off.”
It flew across the room, and he continued to suck and lick my nipples. He teased me by moving back and forth between my breasts, flicking each one a few times before moving. I finally held his head down to one side.
“I can’t take the teasing,” I said, staring up at him with hooded eyes.
He grinned around my nipple. “Got it.”
He focused on one breast before moving to the next. I writhed under him; each flick of his tongue sent an electric tingle directly to my clit. The more I tried to rub against him, the more he held me down.
“I can’t take it.” I wrenched his head off my chest. “I need more.”
Thorne pulled me up and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Whatever you say,” he said and proceeded to pull off my skirt and underwear together.
“Hey,” I said while he kissed and nibbled down my stomach toward my mound.
He looked up with wide puppy dog eyes. “You need more, right?”
I pushed him off enough for me to stand. I wanted more than his mouth, and he knew it.
“Follow me,” I said, pulling him off the couch and walking toward the bedroom.
He pressed himself against my back while I walked and put one hand on my ass and the other on my stomach. I felt his stiff member slide between my cheeks as we walked. Once in the bedroom, I turned him around and pushed him on the bed.
“Your foot is still hurt. I think I’ll take you up on the offer for a ride.”
“Fuck,” he said, rubbing his cock through his pants.
He helped me rip off his pants, never once taking his eyes off me. I loved watching him lick his lips and bite his lower lip as his gaze roamed over my body. I crawled toward him, stopping to examine his erect cock. It looked perfect. Not too long, but enough girth that I’ll miss it later.
I licked off the pre-cum forming at the tip. He shuddered, and his breathing sped up. I kissed up his torso, making sure to mark him as I went. He was mine, and the way he moaned told me he knew it, too.
Before I could tease his nipples like he did mine, he pulled me up and kissed me hard. My loose hair fell over our faces until he grabbed a hold of it and pulled me back, taking my head with it. He latched on to my exposed neck.
I rubbed my mound against his dick while I moaned. His tongue slid up my neck and latched onto my earlobe again.
I grabbed his cock and started to position myself to ride until he stopped me.
“Condom?” His hand covered my hand on his wood.
I laid on top of him and pulled open one of the drawers from my bedside table. A length of three came with the one I grabbed. He took the strip and opened one, wrapping himself up in one swift movement.
Why was that so sexy? I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him up into a kiss.
Distracted, he moved my entrance to his tip.
I felt the slight pressure at my opening.
I wanted more. I wanted more now. With a single move, I plunged myself on his cock.
Shocks of pleasure released through my body, down my legs, and straight into my nipples. He stretched me so good.
“Lissa,” he moaned, clasping my waist. “You gotta warn a man.”
I sat up and looked him straight in the eyes. “Surprise is better.” Then I rocked back and forth until it turned into bouncing up and down.
He didn’t let go of my waist nor my eye contact. My hands stayed on his chest as I continued the onslaught of pleasure. I could feel myself getting close, could feel his fingers marking my sides.
“I want you to come for me, my firecracker.” One of his hands slid down my hip. His thumb fell into place and rubbed my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I panted. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my mouth wide open as he steadily kept the pace on my button steady.
“So gorgeous,” he said. “I’m gonna mark you from the inside.”
I yelled. My ears rang from my own voice. My body contracted and squeezed around him.
I looked down to see his eyes wide and him moaning. I felt him pulse inside me as my body’s own contractions slowed. He flicked my bean a few more times, making me shake all over.
I put my hand over his. “Enough.”
He rubbed my legs and sides when I leaned forward and laid on his chest. The last thing I remembered were his words. “Sleep, firecracker.”