She placed her cheek on my palm, her eyes soft and open. I couldn’t but lean in, our lips touching in the gentlest way possible, yet it made my heart beat faster and my hands tremble.
My hand snaked around to the back of her neck, pulling her into me. Our mouths got needier, greedier, more urgent. She pulled my leather jacket off and then slid her hands underneath my shirt. Her palms caressed along my skin, making me shiver.
I pulled back to look in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?”
She frowned at me, seemingly puzzled by my reluctance. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just… what if…”
Suddenly her eyes widened as she got what I was asking. “I said nothing happened. Now stop trying to give me trauma and kiss me.”
I smiled, wide and happy. “Yes, ma’am.” I leaned in and recaptured her lips, playfully nipping at her as my hand wound around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her tongue flicked out and licked against my teeth.
I released her waist, so that I could coax her top off. She arched into me as I leaned down to take her nipple in my mouth, just holding it in there, not suckling but warming it. She made a needy sound, arching into me and rubbing herself against me.
I slithered my hands underneath her thighs and picked her up. I carried her down the hall to the master bedroom. “Ooh, my manz is so strong,” she cooed.
I laughed, inordinately pleased that she’d called me her man, even if she was joking. “Yeah, he is.”
I dropped her on the bed and she bounced a little before sitting up and unzipping her pants. She pulled them down, together with her shoes, and dropped them on the floor, not breaking eye contact the entire time. She lay back, her bob a dark stain on the white pillow, pouty red lips calling to me, hazel eyes blinking slowly, drawing me in.
I could get on board with this type of hypnosis.
Pulling my shirt off, I reached for my fly. She lurched forward, a hand up to stop me. “No. Let me.”
I dropped my trembling hand, nodding acquiescence. I didn’t even know what she wanted me to let her do, but I wasn’t about to stand in her way. She unzipped me, pulling down my bike leathers with difficulty. I wiggled a bit to help, stepping on the hem so as to make them easier to pull off.
She shuffled closer on her knees as I stood on the edge of the bed and leaned in. My dick jumped as she breathed on it, hot air ghosting over my skin like a caress. I gasped, throwing my head back as her mouth closed over my erection, sucking experimentally. “Mmm,” she moaned as if she was licking an ice-cream, and my legs trembled as I tried not to come there and then. “You like when I suck you, don’t you?”
I opened my eyes, looked down in surprise and found her studying me even as her mouth worked on me. “Yeah,” I rasped.
She smiled. “Good.” And somehow, she seemed to redouble her efforts. She wasn’t able to take the whole thing in her mouth, so she used her hand to massage me, as if she was in a porno. Something about it bothered me.
“Nico? What are you doing?”
Her brow furrowed and she let go of my dick with a plopping sound. “You don’t like it?”
I sat down next to her on the bed. “I do…but, do you?”
The furrow deepened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s up with all the porno dialogue and the looks and shit?”
She dropped her eyes, her face flooding with color. “I thought maybe you’d like that.”
“Why?”
She didn’t say a word or look at me and I began to get really worried. I bent my head and inclined it at a very awkward angle, just so I could look in her eyes. “Hey, Nico, it’s just me. Please talk to me. Remember what we said about communication?”
She took a deep breath and looked up. “It’s just that…I’m not that experienced with men. And…” She swallowed, looking away. “I don’t want you looking elsewhere.”
“What makes you think I will?”
She was silent, still avoiding my gaze.
“Nico?”
“Danna told me she ran into you at the Red Lounge and that…” She shook her head. “It’s stupid and I don’t even really believe it. She was probably lying her damn fool ass off, but I don’t think I could bear to lose something else to her.”
I cocked an eyebrow in surprise. “Danna told you…what? That we hooked up? Because yeah, we met and she wanted to, but I told her to get lost. In no uncertain terms.”
She sneaked a peek at me. “I mean, I know that’s probably true. But apparently I’m more insecure than I realized.”
I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. “I just want you, Nico, okay? Not just now, not just tonight, but for as long as you’ll have me. When I found out those guys took you…” I swallowed, shaking my head. “I haven’t felt fear like that in a long time. I would say ever. I just-” The words stuck in my throat as I shook my head, but she was staring wide-eyed at me as if she understood what I was trying to say anyway.
She reached up, pressing her lips to mine. “Me too,” she said with a shy smile. “I mean, I feel the same.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded vigorously and I laughed, gathering her to me and just plundering her mouth. She wrapped her arms and feet around me, laughing into my mouth as she pulled me backward. I reached out a hand to slow the impact of her fall onto the pillow. She giggled, pulling me down so that we could smash our lips together again. We wiggled against each other, making ourselves crazy with all the naked flesh on flesh. I wanted her so bad. I just wanted to
