Chapter 30
EILEEN
I should be home right now, I think to myself.
The rest of me is still singing Somebody to Love at the top of her lungs without giving a shit that I have to wake up early tomorrow morning.
Instead, I grab a rideshare with Jason. We planned on doing two stops.
But as we continued frantically kissing on our way to his place, I just couldn’t leave.
And here I am, at his too big for one geek of an apartment. I smirk and look at him from head to toe.
“This was a night to remember,” I say, thinking about the searing kiss, but not wanting to discuss it.
Why spoil this night with something as mundane as you kissed me like no one has ever before, so instead I tease him. “I can’t believe you jumped on a table when Time After Time came on. I can’t believe that table didn’t break when you started dancing.”
“Can’t you, though?” He glares at me, but with that goofy grin on his delicious mouth. I don’t believe he’s upset. “Cindy Lauper is an icon.”
“That’s my song,” I protest. “Josh said you sang it better than I do.”
“So what’s my prize then?”
I shrug. “Nothing.”
“Do you seriously not get how fucking amazing you are?” He asks out of nowhere. “You never answered the question.”
His hands cup my face, and our eyes meet. I don’t breathe as he runs his palms down my neck and my arms until he holds my hands, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” And when he says it, I want to believe it.
No, I do believe it.
Today, I’m just a girl who was kissed by the most handsome man in the land.
“You’re fun and smart too,” he says with a throaty voice.
He places a hand on the back of my neck, peering down at me. His eyes search mine. They shine and brighten more as he smiles.
He licks his lips. I can feel them approaching my own. My head screams he’s about to kiss me again. And my heart beats fast as he leans closer and closer.
My insides twist and I can’t think straight anymore. There’s a pull between us, or maybe it’s his strong palm pressing against my skin, closing the gap between us. When his lips brush against mine, I liquify into a puddle of want.
It’s different from our first kiss. This one is urgent. My heart feels like it’s about to burst. He devours me with his mouth and my skin aches for his touch. We don’t speak.
Our hands are busy undoing each other’s clothing while our mouths can’t seem to get enough to satiate our appetite for each other.
He stops kissing. I almost whimper missing his mouth already.
“Do you want this?” He asks and his face is pretty serious.
Leave. There’s a voice drowned out by all the alcohol I consumed tonight.
I’m not drunk, but sober enough to know what I’m doing but with enough buzz to let myself get lost in his arms.
How many times have I been with a caring man like Jason?
I push away the warning because today I’m taking what I deserve, what I want. Not in a million years will I allow myself to let my guard down. Today, I’m letting myself feel.
Instead of answering his question, I link my hands on the back of his neck and press myself against his bare, muscular chest. I grow bold and wild as our kiss becomes frantic. He slips his large hand between my legs, his rough fingers tracing my tender slit.
I can’t believe it. Tossing caution to the wind isn’t my MO. But here I am, letting a man who I just met a few weeks ago touch me in a way I’ve never been touched. Saying something I never thought I would, “Fuck me.”
Greediness slams against my chest. I want him.
As his fingers play along my clit, I shudder and he lifts me by the waist, setting me on top of the couch.
He lowers his head to my breasts, his lips sucking gently at the tip of my hard nipple.
I whimper as he pinches my other pearl with the same intensity.
My tits grow painfully swollen as he continues the ministration.
This is all too much but also too good.
The buzz of the alcohol disappears, but the high on him increases as his fingers skim down my stomach and find my center.
“Yes,” I gasp.
He plunges two fingers inside my core.
“First, I’m going to make you come with my mouth,” he warns me with that joking tone I love.
Then he pulls his digits out giving room for his tongue. He licks me with one long stroke from my vulva to my entrance making me squirm. His thumb strokes my clit slowly as his other fingers make their way inside me.
I whimper one more time when instead of two, he dips in three fingers, stretching me wider. His thumb teases my clit.
He alternates between sucking my clit, plunging his fingers or pushing his tongue inside me. I moan, my eyes close as he continues devouring me with his mouth, hard and fast. Every nerve ending is tightened into a knot.
I’m desperate. Lust rushing through my veins like adrenaline. I can’t get enough and he’s not giving me enough. I want nothing more than to come, with him inside me.
When I open my eyes, I find his intense gaze on me. I can’t take everything at the same time. The frantic movement of his mouth and fingers along with those devouring eyes. Then suddenly, and without warning, I come undone.
It’s a blissful moment. Ripples go through every cell of my body as I travel up to the stars and back.
That’s when he stands, and I see him. Tall, chiseled like a Michelangelo, naked, and my eyes can only focus on his erect manhood. It’s swollen, long and thick. Impressive. I want it inside me.
He rolls over a condom and steps in between my legs. The tip of his cock set right against my slit.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he pushes himself inside me, slowly. Thrusting every inch carefully as I adjust to his size. The connection between us is palpable. We can’t get enough of each other. Once he is all the way in, his mouth takes mine.
And this is happening. I’m letting go of any worries and allowing myself to just feel pleasure. I let the fire consume me. Burn me to the ground as our pace becomes frantic and urgent.
“More,” I beg. “Faster.”
I don’t want for this to end, yet, I want to reach the highest mountain and let myself burst into flames.
We both tense at the same time. He swears with a guttural voice.
I gasp for air, wanting more.