SIXTEEN #3
“Yep. Sucking face just before I came in here,” she replied with a shy smile. And then I realised why Weston’s mood had plummeted in the space between going for a piss and coming back with Amelie.
“I take it Weston saw them?”
“Yes. And I know he likes her.”
“You do?” I felt like a fucking parrot.
“Yes, he told me so.”
Fuck me, he did? And yet he’d beat around the bush with that shit for years with me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she questioned with a longing look.
“You just seem to have a talent for getting people to open up to you,” I agreed, scratching my jaw.
“Well, you haven’t. Opened up to me, I mean.”
“That’s because I’m a lost cause. Though you’ve seen more of me than any other girl I know.”
Her nose wrinkled as she stated. “You're not a lost cause, Kieran.”
“I guess I just miss my mom. And again, I don’t admit that to just anyone.”
“But saying it out loud feels good, doesn’t it?” she pointed out, dashing a hand across her cute button nose.
“Only because you’re the one I’m saying it to.” Realising how sappy I sounded, I swiftly changed the subject. “Anyway, did you have fun tonight? When you got back here, I mean?” I asked as she peered up at me with an unreadable expression.
“Yes, I did. And, I’m sorry about earlier,” Amelie said, taking a step back. My hands dropped to my sides.
We were alone, and the space between us felt intimate and comfortable considering where we were.
I’d turned off the main light and put the downlighters on between changing games.
Tanner bitched about ‘the glare’ and used that regularly as an excuse when he played a piss-poor round.
I realised that this was the first place I had seen Amelie truly relax and let go.
Ruffling my hair, I slid my hands into the pockets of my shorts. My shirt was still partly open, and I caught Amelie’s eyes darting to check out my chest a couple of times.
“Did you really think I’d arranged the party to piss your brother off?” I asked.
She worried her bottom lip and then took a deep breath before replying. “Yes. I just assumed the worst.”
I smiled and rocked back on my heels before explaining. “Believe me, I have much more industrious ways of annoying someone than that.” That shit was true, but I hid it in a joke, and thankfully, she took it that way.
“Yes, I can imagine. Anyway. I’m really sorry for being so bitchy earlier. I know it’s a hard time for you at the moment.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Today is the anniversary of your mother’s passing.”
Yanking my hands from my pockets, I took a step toward her. The air between us felt charged, like the sky before a thunderstorm. “Let’s not talk about my mom,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, quiet register. “Or your brother. Or your parents. Not now.”
Amelie’s eyes locked onto mine, wide and tracking every micro-expression on my face. “OK,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “So, what do you want to talk about?”
I swallowed, the sound loud in the sudden silence of the room. I didn't have an answer. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted to find comfort in her in my arms. I wanted my mouth all over her, mapping every inch of her skin until neither of us could remember our own names.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Amelie shifted on her feet, clearly intimidated by the sudden, predatory vibe in the room. “Maybe we should go help the others,” she whispered, her gaze flickering down to my chest before snapping back up. “You know... tidy up.”
“That’s not what you want at all.” I took another step, deliberately closing the remaining distance between us until I could feel the warmth of her skin.
“It’s not?” Her pupils were blown wide.
“No. You want me to kiss you again.”
I heard the exact moment her breath caught in her throat. She had to tilt her head back to look into my eyes. My little stray’s expression was a beautiful, conflicted cloud of hesitation, but the honesty in her eyes was unmistakable.
Amelie Thorn felt the same pull I did. It was visible in the way she watched me, her gaze searching mine for an answer. Well, I didn’t fucking have one, but everyone knows actions speak louder than words.
Slowly, I reached out. My hands slid up her bare arms, a light touch that sent a flicker of awareness through the air between us. She stayed rooted, her attention entirely focused on the space between us. I purposefully took my time, giving her a chance to tell me I was wrong.
“You never answered my question,” I murmured, my hands resting gently on her shoulders, keeping her close.
“Which one?” Amelie breathed.
She was so close now that her sweet, warm breath fanned across my face. The scent of her was overwhelming, drawing me in further.
“Do you ever think about our first kiss?”
I watched her for a long moment, noting the rapid, shallow rise and fall of her breathing. The silence was thick with everything we weren't saying.
Amelie swallowed, her lips parting as she finally spoke the truth. “Every day,” she confessed.
And that was all I needed to hear.
I closed the final bit of space between us, stepping toward her and cupping her face in my hands like she was the most precious thing I’d ever held.
My thumb tilted her chin up, and as I lowered my mouth to hers, any lingering hesitation shattered.
This time, it wasn't a shy, gentle experiment.
It was a total surrender to how badly I needed her.
This girl could make the most miserable man happy.
Amelie’s lips parted on a soft moan as I kissed her deeply, my tongue tasting hers, tangling in a rhythm that felt less like a demand and more like a declaration.
My entire body went up like a firework as blood rushed through my dick.
The sheer, overwhelming feeling of her soft body against mine made me feel entirely undone, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs.
I slid one hand into her hair, and the other moved to grip her hip.
Amelie then pressed herself against my chest, pushing up onto her tiptoes to meet me.
There was no hesitation in her; she kissed me back with a fierce, beautiful hunger that matched my own.
The feel of her nipples against my bare chest through that dress made me want to rip the fucker off.
Patience Rook, she’s new to this. Take it slow!
Without breaking the kiss, I walked her backwards until the bottom of her spine met the side table where we kept the spirits.
A bottle of whisky tipped over, crashing softly against the wall, but I couldn't care less.
I moved my hands to lift her effortlessly onto the surface.
Amelie gasped against my mouth at the sudden coldness of the wood against her skin, and I instinctively pulled her tighter against my warmth to protect her from it.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, I took her dress up with my fingers and parted her thighs so I could stand between them.
I didn’t just want her; I wanted to lose myself in her.
As I pressed closer, her legs opened further to welcome me, and a ragged breath caught in my throat as my hard-on brushed against her centre.
This is what heaven feels like.
Pulling back just an inch, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.
I looked into her eyes, my heart thumping violently against my ribs, completely captivated by how beautiful she was.
In that moment, the world outside that room ceased to exist; it was just the two of us, finally seeing each other clearly.
God, what I wouldn’t give to slide her underwear to one side and fuck her right there in The Den on that table, but I knew I couldn’t allow her first time to be in a place where anyone could walk in.
Amelie deserved the whole package before she had sex.
Flowers, chocolates, nights at the cinema, walks in the park, the fucking lot.
I made sure my back was to the door to protect her from sight if anyone was brave enough to walk in there.
When Tanner and Weston left the room, they understood the silent message I had sent.
“Are you OK?” I whispered, placing my forehead against hers. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please, this feels so good.”
Amelie then pulled my face to hers, taking the lead, her arms winding tightly around my neck, anchoring us together.
As she kissed me, I allowed her to guide me for a moment, thriving at the confidence I had given her.
My little stray was a fast learner. I then took back control as I ground myself against her and our bodies instinctively found a rhythm.
I could feel the heat from her pussy through the cotton of my shorts, and as she whimpered into my mouth, my dick throbbed. As our kiss grew more frenzied, she let out another soft, breathless moan—the friction of my cock against her core sending a jolt of pure electricity straight through me.