Chapter 18 Fletcher
Fletcher
Iswallow, and given the obvious way my throat bobs I’m sure she’s aware of just how rattled I am.
Smooth, very smooth. Pretty sure there is no bigger turn-off than a man completely falling apart the second she gives into his advances. This is rookie bullshit, which is pathetic, since this is far from my first rodeo.
This is not how I wanted this to go. I’m supposed to be the cool, calm, and collected one—not some fucking virginal teenage boy. But what can she expect?
We’ve gone from ‘it’s never going to happen’ to that kiss, to radio silence. Now suddenly we’ve skipped a few more steps as she’s suddenly offering me, well, whatever this is. Given all this emotional whiplash I'm pretty sure I could file an insurance claim—and win.
“Are you one hundred percent sure about this?” I ask, swiveling in my chair until we’re face to face, her knees resting between mine.
I know I'll be regret free if we continue, but it’s not me I’m worried about here. Clearly this is what I want, but I’m not about to become the kind of asshole who puts my wants and needs above hers.
“Yes, Fletch. I’m sure,” she huffs, leaning forward as she rests her hands on my knees. “So give me what you promised, and make me come.”
Fuck.
The blood rushes south as my cock twitches. God her filthy mouth is doing things to me, but that’s a problem for another time. Right now, my focus is solely on making her feel good—and her alone.
With anyone else, I wouldn’t be taking my time. Our clothes would be scattered across the room, and I’d already be inside of them. But with Hollis, it’s different. It has to be.
“Are you—” I start but she interrupts.
“Stop overthinking and start fucking me instead.”
I’m not given the time to argue as her hand wraps around the back of my neck the same moment her lips crash into mine.
I’ve really gotta get better at this. This isn’t the first time she’s caught me off guard and kissed me first, but moving forward it will be the last. I’m tired of wasting time and fighting something she seems to want just as badly as I do.
My tongue traces her lips, begging for what I already know she’ll give me.
She opens, and our tongues meet as everything around us goes blissfully silent.
The spice from the burritos linger, but it’s the last thing I’m worrying about.
If anything, I feel starved, and what she truly tastes like is heaven.
Her mouth isn’t the only thing I plan to taste today as my lips leave hers, creating a trail of kisses as I glide down her jawline until I reach her collarbone. She tilts her neck, giving me better access. I do the same, brushing aside the fluffy pink fabric of her robe from her shoulder.
She hums softly at the gentle touch of my lips against this newly discovered plot of skin.
The sweet sound only encourages me as I journey further south until I reach the swell of her breasts.
My teeth lightly nip at her soft, silky flesh as she lets out a whimper.
I smile against her, before doing my best to soothe the now lightly reddened skin with my tongue.
My gaze flicks upward as her dilated pupils meet mine. Her pink lips are slightly parted as she gives me an encouraging nod, and this time I don’t plan to ask twice.
However, there is something I want permission for as my eyes stay glued on hers as my hands lower to find the knot situated at the front of her waist.
She nods her consent, and my hands get to work. I’m desperate to throw open her robe and take full advantage of the view I hadn’t allowed myself last night, but I hold back, forcing myself to take it slow. This moment isn’t about me—it’s all about her.
It’s why, as the knot comes loose, I push aside all thoughts of using the pink strip of fabric to tie her hands to the stool. While it’s something I wouldn’t mind suggesting another time, given her current condition, it doesn’t feel the most appropriate. I’d much rather focus on being gentle.
I place my hand between the two pieces of fabric, relishing the way her soft skin feels against mine. My tongue darts out, licking my bottom lip as I push the robe aside. Half of her perfect body comes into view, and screw it. I can’t help myself as I push the other side away as well.
“Fuck Hollis,” I swear, though my words come out like more of a praise than a curse. “You are so goddamn gorgeous,” I gush, my eyes raking over every last inch of her exposed skin.
The only thing left keeping me from an absolutely perfect view is the same pair of black panties I’d seen the night before.
“Well,” she says, pulling me out of whatever trance I’d gotten lost in. “Are you just going to stare, or am I finally going to get this orgasm you talked about? This hangover isn’t going to cure itself.”
Oh, it’s fucking on.
I scoot forward in my stool, sliding my hands under her ass before lifting. She lets out a surprised yelp as her legs wrap around me. With one hand, I brush the food aside before setting her onto the counter. The burritos have long since been forgotten as Hollis becomes the only meal I care about.
The wicked smile on her face lets me know she more than approves, but I’m done holding back as I kiss that gorgeous smirk right off her face. If she wants an orgasm, then that’s exactly what I'm going to give her.
I could kiss her all day, but that’s not what this is about. My lips move again, working down toward her chest as I suck her perfectly erect nipple between my lips.
“Fletch,” she pants, her back arching toward my mouth. With one hand on the counter near her right thigh, the other cups her left breast, giving it equal attention as I suck and flick her nipple with my tongue.
Her hands weave their way into my hair, her fingernails digging into my scalp. The precious pain only eggs me on as I give her nipple one last flick before switching sides. I’m all for equal opportunity, and both of these beautifully perky tits deserve the same treatment.
The soft hums let me know she’s enjoying it, but I ache to see it for myself. I open my eyes and lift my gaze. Her head is dipped back in pure pleasure, her bottom lip captured between her teeth.
I'm desperate to give her more, so once again, I move down her body licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of bare flesh. This moment may be about her, but that doesn’t stop me from relishing her salty-sweet taste. My lips only stop once I reach the top of her sexy little black panties.
My hand runs over the front of them, a deep groan rumbling inside me as the wetness soaks through. “You already wet for me, Holls?”
“Fletch, please,” she whines, wiggling beneath my touch.
My name has never sounded so good coming out of her mouth. As much as I’d love to drag this out and make her beg, that’s a game for another time.
Not wanting to leave her hanging, I give in to what she so clearly needs. I slip my hand through the side, the pads of my fingers brushing her sensitive nub.
“God, you’re so fucking drenched,” I say, my finger finding her center as I trace the opening.
She whimpers as I repeat the motion. My fingers grow slick with her need before making the path toward her clit, her body jerking as I take it between my fingers.
I circle and tease the small ball of nerves and watch, hypnotized as she cries out, her body thrusting into my hand.
“Fletch,” she says, my name sounding a lot like a plea.
I know exactly what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.
“What, Hollis? Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to make me come.”
“And how do you want me to do it?” I ask, my fingers still moving in a teasing, circular motion.
“What—what do you mean?” she asks, her half-hooded eyes opening as she glances down at me.
“Do you want me to use my fingers or my mouth?”
I know which method I'd prefer, but if she’s not ready for that, I won’t push. This is all about her, after all.
“Fuck me with your mouth,” she pants, her breathing growing more erratic.
“As you wish.”
I remove my hand from her underwear and I hook my fingers onto the sides. Gone is the slow teasing as I hurriedly slide them down her legs and toss them aside.
She looks like a goddess, her body completely bare as her robe hangs wide open. I could get lost in staring, but there are more pressuring matters to take care of as I scoot closer to the counter and toward her wide-open thighs. I lift her legs and hook them over my shoulders.
My hands slide under as they grip her ass before I run my tongue across her pink slit. She’s making noise, but I’m groaning just as loudly. She tastes even better than I could’ve imagined. Craving more, my lips move toward her clit. I give it a few teasing licks before I suck the nub into my mouth.
Her hips buck, and I get to work, licking and sucking.
My hand palms and squeezes her ass, as the other moves toward her opening, and I slide a single finger inside. Her slick center clamps down as I pump it in and out as she releases a soft gasp.
“More,” she pants, thrusting herself toward me before I slide in a second finger.
Her body moves in sync with my mine, but soon she picks up the pace, and I willingly follow her lead. As much as I enjoy being in charge, there’s something incredibly hot about a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.
“Fuck, Fletch… this…” she whimpers, unable to fully complete her sentence.
I increase the speed and tilt my fingers, hitting her g-spot in the process as she rewards me with a loud cry.
“Oh my God!”
I could make a joke right now, but I don’t want to ruin our perfect rhythm as she continues to move her body in harmony with my fingers and mouth.
“I’m going to—” she starts, her back arching even higher, her ass lifting from the counter as her walls slam down on my fingers.
She looks so incredibly sexy as she rides out her orgasm, her hips continuing to thrust toward my hungry lips.
And fuck, it’s taking pretty much everything in me not to come in my pants as well.
Finally, her movements slow, and like usual when it comes to Hollis, I follow.
I slide my fingers out and lower myself to lick up every last drop of arousal that came with her orgasm. I’m a greedy man, and I don’t let any of it go to waste as I suck my fingers into my mouth, savoring it as my eyes close.
Finally opening them, I fully get a chance to take her in. Her chest is heaving up and down, with her eyes closed, looking incredibly satiated as she continues to come down from everything.
I’m fully convinced my hands and shoulders are the only things keeping her up. With gentle care, I slowly pull myself away from her as I set her legs back down on the counter.
“So, how’s the headache?”
I’m so tempted to stare at her gorgeous body, but I give her the respect she deserves and pull her robe closed.
Okay, so perhaps selfishly I need it that way. My cock is pressing so uncomfortably hard against my jeans and it’s taking an incredible amount of self control to keep things from getting messy.
A soft, tired giggle leaves her lips, her body fully relaxed as her eyes stay closed.
“What headache?”
I let out a low chuckle. “Well, at least we know that hangover remedy works.”
“What about you?” she asks, her eyes fluttering open as she attempts to lift her head.
My brows pinch together. “What about me?”
She nods toward my erection that is very obviously trying to make itself known.
I shrug. “Don’t worry about it. This was never about me. This was always about making you feel better.”
She lifts herself up on her elbows, her eyes searching mine as her breathing slows to a more even pace. “Well, that doesn’t seem fair.”
“I’m not worried about what’s fair. Plus, when you return the favor I want it to be because you want to, not because it’s something you feel is owed.”
It’s her turn to lift a brow as her face lights up with an amused grin. “And who says I’ll ever want to?”
“Oh, you’ll want to. Every time your mind replays through what just happened you’ll be thinking about me, and I don’t imagine it will be too much longer until you’re begging for more.”
She doesn’t look entirely convinced as she sits up, reaching for her sash before securing her robe closed with a slow, deliberate pull.
“Well,” she says, a teasing lilt edging into her voice, “hopefully when it doesn’t happen you don’t end up too disappointed.”
“Oh, believe me, I don’t expect to be.”
I finally stand, giving her some space, before taking a few steps back.
“Wait, you’re leaving?” Her brows crease, and this time the disappointment on her face looks genuine.
“I only came over to help with your hangover, and since we both know how good of a job I did, I’d say I did exactly that, unless…” I trail, my words hanging in the air.
“Oh God,” she says, rolling her eyes, despite smiling. “I think you're right, I’d say you’re good to head out now.”
“Just remember,” I say, taking a few more steps backward. “If you ever need more of that, I’m available for repeat performances.”
“Goodbye, Fletch,” she says, shaking her head.
“Goodbye, Holls,” I echo with a wave.
She might not be mine yet, but that’s fine. What just happened between us was real. I felt the spark, and I know she did too. So yeah, I’ll wait for as long as it fucking takes.
Though something tells me that after today I won’t be waiting for too much longer.