Chapter 4 — The First Line Crossed #5
She smiled, that sweet, wicked smile that belonged only in dark rooms, and reached for the button of my khakis.
"I know. You've been staring since I got home from school.
I counted." Her fingers worked the button, then the zipper, and my cock sprang free, hard and aching and already leaking for her.
"Holy shit, Luke. You're," She wrapped her hand around me, one firm stroke from base to tip that pulled a groan out of me so deep I felt it in my chest. "You're huge.
No wonder you walk around looking so serious all the time.
Carrying this thing must be a full-time job. "
I laughed, the sound rusty and surprised, and pulled her against me, one hand gripping her ass through the bikini bottoms, fingers digging into the firm, round muscle there.
She gasped, her hips grinding against my thigh, and I could feel how wet she was through the thin fabric, hot and slick and ready.
The bikini bottoms came off next, her stepping out of them with that golden-girl grace that made everything she did look effortless, and then she was naked in my bedroom, all warm skin and curves and the pale lines of her bikini standing out against the tan she'd worked so hard to get.
Golden hair loose around her shoulders. Blue eyes dark with want.
Breasts full and heavy, nipples tight. Waist narrow, stomach flat, hips curving into thighs that were toned from whatever twenty-one-year-old women did to look that good without looking like they'd tried.
And between her legs, blonde curls glinting in the blue light, wet and ready and completely, devastatingly real.
I picked her up. One arm under her knees, one around her back, and carried her to the bed because my hands were shaking too badly to trust them with anything more delicate.
She laughed against my neck, that bright, carrying laugh that turned into a moan when I laid her down on the sheets and followed her down, my body covering hers, skin against skin for the first time with nothing between us.
"Luke," she breathed, her hands in my hair, pulling me down to her mouth. "God, finally."
I kissed her. Deep, hungry, my tongue against hers, one hand cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple until she arched off the bed with a whimper that went straight to my cock.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, heels digging into the small of my back, and the heat between her thighs pressed against my stomach, wet and urgent and so fucking hot I thought I might come from the friction alone.
My mouth moved down her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, and when I took one nipple between my lips, she cried out, her back bowing, hands clutching at my shoulders like she was afraid I might stop.
I didn't stop. I sucked her, licked her, worked her with my tongue until her breathing shattered and her hips rolled against me, seeking friction she couldn't find with my body where it was.
"Lower," she gasped, one hand guiding my head down her stomach. "Please, Luke, I need your mouth,"
I kissed my way down the flat plane of her stomach, tracing the faint line of muscle with my tongue, feeling her quiver under me, and when I reached the blonde curls between her legs, the scent of her hit me like a physical force.
Vanilla and sunscreen and something warmer, muskier, the sweet scent of a woman who wanted me so badly she was dripping for it.
I looked up the length of her body, golden hair spread across my pillow, blue eyes watching me with a hunger that matched my own, and she reached down, her fingers threading through my hair, and said, "Please."
I gave her what she asked for. My mouth on her pussy, tongue flat against her clit, and the sound she made could have brought the house down.
Her thighs tensed around my head, her hips lifted off the bed, and her hand fisted in my hair hard enough to hurt, holding me exactly where she wanted me while my tongue worked her toward something that felt inevitable.
"Fuck, Luke, right there, don't stop, don't you dare stop,"
I didn't stop. I licked her, sucked her, drove her higher with every stroke until her breathing turned ragged and her thighs started to shake, and when she came, she came with my name on her lips, loud and desperate and completely undone, her body clenching around nothing, back arched, breasts heaving, golden hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.
I kissed my way back up her body, tasting her on my lips, and when I reached her mouth, she kissed me like she was starving, one hand sliding between us to wrap around my cock, stroking me hard and firm while her hips rolled against mine.
"I want you inside me," she whispered against my mouth, her voice wrecked, raw with want. "Now, Luke. Please. I need you."
We were there. Both of us naked, both of us hard and wet and past the point of pretending, the party noise outside nothing but distant pulse under the sound of our breathing, and the last defense I had left crumbled like sand under water.
I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock pulsing against her entrance, wet and hot and so ready for me that the head slipped in on its own, and the sound she made, half gasp, half moan, her back arching off the bed, nearly ended me right there.
"Slow," I said, my voice wrecked, one hand gripping her hip. "You're tight, baby. Let me,"
"I'm not made of glass," she breathed, her blue eyes holding mine in the blue-dark room. "I want all of you. Please, Luke. I've waited so long."
I pushed in, slow, watching her face, feeling every inch of her pussy grip me like she was trying to keep me there forever. She was tight, so fucking tight, wet and hot and perfect around my cock, and when I bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside her, her whole body trembled.
"God," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You're everywhere. I can feel you everywhere."
I held still, letting her adjust, my forehead against hers, breath mingling.
Skin against skin. My cock deep inside her.
Her legs wrapped around my waist. The pleasure was overwhelming, but the intimacy was what nearly broke me.
Kiki Bishop was in my bed, choosing me, taking all of me, and the world outside had stopped mattering.
I started to move. Slow at first, shallow strokes that made her whimper against my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Then deeper, longer, finding a rhythm that had her gasping with every thrust, her hips meeting mine with a certainty that said she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
"You feel so good," she moaned, one hand sliding down to where we were joined, fingers circling her clit while I fucked her, and the sight of it, her touching herself, watching herself take my cock, blue eyes dark with want, drove me deeper, harder, until the bed was rocking beneath us and the headboard was hitting the wall with a steady, unmistakable beat.
"Sweet girl," I groaned, one hand gripping her ass, pulling her against me with each thrust. "So fucking sweet around my cock, Kiki. Baby, I can't. God, you're perfect."
She came again with my name on her lips, her pussy clenching around me in pulses I could feel in my balls, her back arched, golden hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, and the sound she made was raw and desperate and so completely honest it turned my vision white at the edges.
I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Her body was still shaking from the orgasm, sensitive, every thrust drawing a gasp or a moan or my name in that wrecked voice that belonged only in dark rooms, and the pleasure built in my cock like a wave I couldn't outrun.
"Kiki," I gasped, my rhythm faltering. "God, sweet baby, I'm close. Really close. I should pull out,"
"No." Her hands found my face, fingers framing my jaw, forcing me to look at her.
Her blue eyes were clear, certain, holding mine with an intensity that left no room for doubt.
"I want you to come inside me, Luke. All of it.
I want to feel it. I want to know you're mine, that you chose me, that this is real.
" She rolled her hips, taking me deeper, and the friction dragged a groan out of me so deep it hurt.
"Please. I'm on the pill. There's nobody but you.
I want this. I want you. Inside me. Now. "
The certainty in her voice broke something loose in my chest. Not fear. Not guilt. Something warmer, heavier, the weight of a choice I'd been circling since Memorial Day finally landing where it belonged.
"Are you sure?" My voice barely sounded like mine, rough with want and the last threads of resistance. "Kiki, if you're not absolutely sure...."
I said it like pulling out was still an option. At that point, I doubted I could have managed it with a gun to my head.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, baby." She kissed me, hard, her tongue against mine, her body moving under me with a hunger that matched my own. "Come inside me, Luke. I want all of you."
I came with a force that nearly blacked me out.
My cock swelled inside her, pulsing, and the first burst hit so hard I saw stars, my hips driving into her without restraint, balls tightening, shaft throbbing as I emptied myself deep inside her pussy in pulse after pulse after pulse.
She felt it, I knew she felt it, her eyes widening, her mouth falling open on a gasp as my cum flooded her, hot and thick, and the sight of her taking it, wanting it, her body milking every drop from my cock, Jesus Christ.
She came with me. Or right after me, her pussy clenching around my still-pulsing cock, her thighs shaking against my hips, her back arched off the bed with a cry that I was pretty sure the entire patio could hear.
I didn't care. Let them hear. Let the whole fucking lake know that Kiki Bishop was in my bed, coming on my cock, taking my cum like it was something she'd been waiting for her whole life.