12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Lance
The day passed by quickly. The air has less tension than when we first arrived, probably from the kiss we finally shared. When I looked at the clock, I realize it’s already almost five in the evening but dark as night, which tells me a storm is raging or about to be real soon.
A movie plays in the background as I sit up from the couch. I must’ve dozed off at some point, only waking when I heard the squeak from the shower being turned off.
Getting up from the couch, I stretch out my legs after standing and walk into the room. The bathroom door is cracked open, giving me a glimpse of Kallie wrapped up in a white towel. She embodies everything I desire, everything I’ve wanted in a woman wrapped into someone I shouldn’t. Her presence is a forbidden temptation, a beautiful enigma I can’t ignore. I don’t want to ignore it.
Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as she brushes through her long brown hair. The water drops rolling down her body draw me closer with an invisible thread. I know, deep down, that I should look away, that I should keep my distance even after the kiss. The need to move slowly, but every fiber of my being longs to be near her, to feel her warmth, to taste her.
Watching Kallie through the small crack in the door to the bathroom is probably wrong, but I can’t peel my eyes away. She glances in my direction in the mirror, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. I try to look away, to break the connection, but her eyes don’t leave mine as she toys with the white towel.
I turned to leave, to put some distance between us, but as I start to walk away, I can’t escape the relentless desire consuming me. My cock aches with the need to bend her over the counter and fuck her from behind as she screams my name. So instead, I turn and head toward the bathroom with only one thought in mind.
Her.
Kallie
I can see the hesitation lingering in his eyes, as if he thinks I’m going to be the one to change my mind. We have both been trying to keep to ourselves, but as the days go on, the harder it gets. I won’t lie and say I care anymore. The part of me that cares about right and wrong is long gone. All I care about is getting his hands on me.
I can feel his eyes on my back as I stand in the bathroom with nothing but the white towel around my body. I want to feel his fingers glide across my skin. The way I know I’d come alive only for him. Just being around him makes me crave a type of intimacy that’s all-consuming, even if it's only while I’m here. One forbidden night with a man I have no business being with.
Toying with the end of the towel, I look up in the mirror and watch Lance lean against the door frame, his strong arms folded across his chest. Just as I think he’s going to turn and leave, he pushes off and stalks toward me, determination and lust filling his eyes as he comes to a stop right behind me.
Fingers brush the hand that hangs loosely at my side, and my eyes close at his touch.
“One night,” he whispers as his free hand grips the bottom of the towel, ready to pull, my heart beating rapidly at his closeness.
“Only one night to show you how a man should treat a woman.” His chest hits my back, and my thighs hit the countertop in front of me.
“Lance,” I breathe out.
“One night to see how many times I can make you come.” Soft lips touch the crook of my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to give him more access. This time, he doesn’t think about it. “One night to break you and put you back together again before the sun rises.” My chest rises and falls with each kiss on my neck.
He finally pulls, and I let the towel go free. It falls to the floor, and I do my best not to get in my head. There is nothing wrong with this. Just one night of pure bliss with a man I’ll never be able to have after the sun rises. No matter if Alex made me feel self-conscious about my body, Lance squashed any idea I had to hide.
Lance’s eyes roam over my body in the mirror, and the need to cover up grows more intense.
“Don’t you dare think about hiding from me, sunshine.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror as his hands roam up my stomach. He gently gropes my breasts, my nipples hardening under his soft fingertips. “You are fucking beautiful.” His warm breath hits my ear, making me shiver.
Lance moves his hand towards my back and pushes me forward until my hands are pressed to the countertop and my back arches. He lifts one leg onto the counter, spreading me open for him. Both of his hands come to my hips before he slowly lowers himself, leaving kisses down my back, my hips, my ass, until he’s on his knees behind me.
“I’ve been dying to taste you, sunshine. Now, lean forward.”
My cheek is pressed against the cold countertop, one leg on the counter, the other supporting my weight. It gives him the perfect view of my bare pussy, ready for the taking. The anticipation is going to kill me. My heart beats behind my ribs, and I close my eyes.
A featherlight sensation moves over my center, and I can’t help but suck in a deep breath. His low chuckle hits my ears. “Lance, please,” I beg.
“God, my name coming out of your mouth like that—” A single finger runs over my clit, and that alone makes me whimper.
“You’re so wet for me, sunshine.” I attempt to nod even though he can’t see me. He doesn’t waste any time spreading me with his fingers and running his tongue along my wet center. I feel myself growing hot as he licks me from my opening to my clit.
“I want you to come for me, sunshine. I need to feel you around me.” He eats me like I’m going to disappear. I moan out his name as I feel myself getting closer to the edge, Lance’s hands digging into my hips as he ravishes me with his tongue.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, and he doesn’t. Instead, he sucks my clit into his mouth, and that is all I needed to go off like a firework. I yell out as my legs begin to shake from the intensity of the orgasm.
Before I can fully come down from the high, I’m being picked up and carried out of the room.
My back hits the soft mattress, my eyes trying to focus on Lance as he strips out of his clothing and joins me on the bed.
“I’ve waited for this for so long. You know that, right?” he asks me as he settles between my thighs.
“Me too,” I say quietly, as if being too loud will snap him out of whatever trance we’re in and he’ll stop.
“I’m not going to fuck you nice and slow, sunshine. I need to fuck you hard and rough. Please tell me that’s okay with you.” His breathing is deep as he looks down at me. The throbbing between my legs begins again as I nod. “Words, Kallie. I need your words.”
“Yes, Lance. Please, fuck me.” I’m not above begging if it gets his cock inside me. I look down between us and watch as he strokes himself a few times before lining himself up with my entrance. Fuck, he’s thick.
With a single thrust, he enters me, pulling a scream from my lips.