Chapter 9
Julia
Igasped in surprise as Chris’s mouth crashed against mine. I gripped her shoulders, intending to push her away, but then I got distracted by the way my entire body suddenly lit up with pleasure. My grip softened, using her body for leverage as I moved closer, pressing my body against hers.
Chris ran her fingers up through my hair, tearing the hair tie away when she got caught in my messy bun. My curls dropped in a wave down my back, but I was too focused on tangling my tongue with Chris’s to notice. She gripped the back of my head, holding me in place as she plundered my mouth.
I wasn’t even aware that we were moving until I felt my ass bump into the counter. I pulled away, gasping for breath.
“What are we doing?”
“Damned if I know,” she muttered, coming back in for another rough kiss.
I’d never been kissed like this before. Everyone I’d dated had been…
polite, I guess that’s the best way to describe it.
But Chris didn’t kiss politely. She kissed like she wanted to consume me, like some primal part of her brain had taken over and was bringing us both along for the ride. I loved it.
My breasts were pressed against hers, our bodies lining up perfectly, and when I squeezed her ass and pulled her closer, Chris bite down on my bottom lip, hard enough to make me gasp. Then moan.
“You like it rough, Princess?” she murmured. “I should have known.”
Did I? I’d never had it rough before but based on the way my panties were soaked and my clit was throbbing in time with my heartbeat, clearly I did.
“I don’t like you,” I felt compelled to point out.
“I don’t like you either,” she shot back. “But damned if I don’t want to fuck you.”
“Then stop talking and do it,” I snipped.
Still gripping my head, she leaned in for another claiming kiss while her other hand slid between us, pushing beneath the waistband of my shorts and panties until she was cupping my mound. She gave it a squeeze, making me moan against her mouth, then her fingers were slipping between my labia.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” she whispered as she nipped her way up my jaw.
When she reached my earlobe she took it between her teeth and bit down hard enough to make me cry out. This woman was a biter.
She twisted her wrist and before I’d registered the movement, two fingers pushed inside my opening. Chris wasted no time before she was fucking me with her fingers, and I immediately started rolling my hips to meet her.
“Damn it, why is this so good?” I groaned, throwing my head back and then wincing as I banged it against the cabinet.
Chris didn’t answer, she was too busy giving me a hickey, her teeth sunk into the juncture of my neck and shoulder while she continued to piston her fingers in and out of my body.
She pressed her thumb against my clit, circling it a few times before pinching it between her thumb and my pubic bone.
“Fuck!” I called out, spasming as my orgasm hit me so hard it took my breath away.
Somewhere in the back of my mind it registered that I’d never come this quickly. I usually needed way more foreplay and attention, but Chris seemed to instinctively know exactly how to wring the maximum pleasure from my body.
I held onto her shoulders to keep myself upright, riding her hand while she continued to suck on my neck like she wanted to consume me.
And maybe she did. When I finally sagged back against the counter my breath was coming in sharp pants, my pussy was tingling, and my neck was hurting. It was glorious.
Chris pulled back, wiping her fingers on my lower belly, the move somehow erotic. I could see her eyes going hard as she came down from whatever this was, pulling back already. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. No regrets. Not yet.
I tugged up her tank top and lowered my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth and sucking it hard through the thin fabric of her bra. She cupped my head, pulling me closer, and I bit down, gratified when I heard her inhale of breath.
“I don’t know what the fuck that was,” I said, lifting my head to watch her. “But I need more.”
I moved my hand between her legs, feeling her dampness even through the fabric of her carpenter pants. “You need more too, I see.”
“I don’t like you,” she grumbled. “But damned if I don’t want to fuck you some more.”
“Then shut up and get your ass in my bedroom,” I ordered. “I want to eat you out and then fuck you with my new dildo.”
Her eyes blazed with something – shock or maybe desire – and she said, “I had no idea you had such a filthy mouth.”
Then before I knew what was happening, she bent her knees and flipped me over her shoulder.
“Put me down!” I shrieked. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
She laid a hard smack on the closest ass cheek. “I like you way better when you’re not talking. Now where’s the bedroom?”
***
The pounding on the door seemed to come from far away, barely penetrating my consciousness.
I opened one eye, noting the gray dreariness of the sky through the open blinds that could mean it was seven in the morning or two in the afternoon, then closed it again.
It was probably the neighbor or the guy dropping off a package.
There was no way I was going to move, not with a warm female body pressed against my back.
A warm female body that I’d had sex with so many times last night that I’d lost count.
Who knew sex could be that good? Especially with someone you didn’t even like?
Chris wasn’t even remotely my type. I liked my women a little more feminine, a little softer.
At least that’s what I’d thought before she left bite marks all over my body and spanked my ass while I rode her face.
My God, she’d done things to me I’d never even dreamed of trying.
“Julia, it’s after ten! Are you sick?”
I heard the sharp intake of breath at the same time that I registered my mother’s voice. My eyes snapped open and to my horror, my mother was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. She looked like a cartoon character with her eyes bugging out wide and her jaw halfway to the floor.
I couldn’t help the sound of dismay that escaped my mouth. This was bad. Really bad.
“What’s going on?” Chris grumbled as she turned away from me, shifting onto her back and throwing one arm over her face. The movement put her small breasts on display, making my mouth water before I remembered that we weren’t alone.
Belatedly I pulled up the sheet, covering both of our nakedness.
“Mom! What are you doing here?”
“We had breakfast plans,” she said distractedly, still staring at the bed like she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris awake with a start, jackknifing into a sitting position before remembering that she was naked and dragging the sheet upward again.
“Chris Robbins, is that you?” Mom asked unnecessarily. “This is an interesting turn of events. Quite unexpected.”
My bedmate just stared at her like a deer in the headlights.
“Mom! Do you mind giving us some privacy here?” I snapped.
Her eyes moved between us before a little smile curved her mouth. “I’ll just go put on a pot of coffee while you girls get dressed. See you downstairs.”
So much for any hope I had that she’d leave. She walked out, closing the door behind her, and I released the longest sigh of my life. I sat up and slid off the bed in search of some clothes, feeling Chris’s eyes on me the whole time.
“How bad is this, on a scale of one to we’re fucked?” she asked.
I pulled a shirt over my head before turning to meet her gaze. “I’ve got five bucks she’s texting your mother right now.”
“Shit.”
Chris practically fell out of bed, hunting around for her clothes. She pulled on her pants, foregoing her underwear, which was nowhere to be seen, and then wiggled into her bra and put on a shirt. When we were both dressed, we exchanged a long look.
“This was only one night,” I reminded her, just in case she was feeling clingy.
“Yeah I know, we agreed to that,” she scowled.
“Well, really it was more of an unspoken agreement than a discussion,” I said. “It was hard for you to talk with your head between my thighs.”
“It was hard for me to talk with you screeching so loud,” she shot back. “You’re kind of loud.”
“I’m kind of loud?” I said incredulously. “You weren’t exactly the strong silent type yourself.”
She had the grace to look embarrassed. “Anyway, what are we going to tell our moms? My mom will freak out if I tell it was just a hate fuck.”
“Multiple hate fucks,” I reminded her.
She gave me a look that could freeze fire. One thing about Chris, she had a magnificent glare.
“Maybe we should just tell them we’re dating,” she said softly.
“What?”
Chris winced at my high pitched response, and moved closer, lowering her voice.
“I heard all about how your mom is trying to marry you off, remember? And mine’s been bugging me about settling down too. If they think we’re dating, we can both get some breathing room for a while.”
“What are you suggesting, that we fake date like we’re in some kind of a bad romcom novel?”
“Do you read a lot of romcom novels?” she smirked.
“There’s nothing wrong with reading romantic fiction, but that’s all it is. Fiction.”
“Okay fine, let’s go tell you mother that she interrupted a one night stand – a very long one night stand – and that we’ll both be fucking someone else the next chance we get. She’ll love that.”
I felt something acidic in the pit of my stomach at the idea of Chris fucking someone else.
It felt almost like jealousy, which was ridiculous.
We’d both known this was a one time thing.
Well, a one night thing, we’d squeezed a lot into that one night.
But we didn’t even like each other. Neither of us had any illusions about this being anything more than it was.
“Fine, we’ll tell them we’re dating,” I said reluctantly. “Then in a few weeks we’ll tell them that I broke up with you.”
“Why would you break up with me?” she asked in an offended tone. “I’m a catch. I’d be the one to break up with you.”
I slammed my hands on my hips and Chris’s eyes fixed on my chest where my braless boobs were jiggling. I huffed out a breath and waved at my face.
“My eyes are up here, and I’ll break up with you because clearly you’re a pervert.”
“You weren’t saying that when I stuck my finger up your ass and made you come your brains out.”
“You’re disgusting.” I turned away and headed for the door. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“Okay, girlfriend.”
She walked up next to me and gave me a smack on the ass before grabbing my hand.
“Might as well play the part.”