I was ready with a sarcastic response, but then I understood what she was asking. The beauty of quick and dirty stand-up sex was that I never needed to fully undress. All these years and I’d survived without taking off all my clothes, never once baring the freakish medical equipment that was never far from my side. Not until Tiel got me drunk and we danced around her apartment. And now.
There was an urge coursing through my veins to get up, grab my clothes, and get the fuck out, but not enough to actually do it. The tension between wanting Tiel and wanting to protect myself was overwhelming, but the suffocating stress was fading just enough to focus on the woman beneath me. Guiding her hand to the disc on my belly, I said, “This is the blood sugar sensor.”
She nodded, her expression neutral as her finger circled the flat, hard plastic surrounded by a thin adhesive shield that kept it in place. I moved her hand to my other side, another protected disc. “And the pump port is over here today.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, but . . .” I hesitated.
“It’s okay, Sam.” Tiel offered a patient smile, and pulled the shirt over her head and there was nothing, nothing between us anymore. All the filthy things I wanted to say to her, the practiced ways I wanted to touch her, all of it drifted away and instinct took over.
Before this moment, I had no idea what it meant to be aroused. My dick got hard plenty, but I’d never felt a longing in my core, my marrow, until Tiel was naked beneath me. She was lush and curved in all the right places, and those tits—there was a reason I’d been enamored with them from the start—filled my hands in the most sumptuous way.
She wasn’t just stunning and sexy, she was fun. She giggled when my stubbly chin scraped between her breasts, down her belly, and between her thighs, and it was the most amazing, lighthearted sound in the world. This wasn’t rough, anonymous sex simply for the purpose of scratching the itch. This was real, and just like all things Tiel, that realness called into question everything I once believed about myself.
“You’re gonna have to hold still,” I said, my lips grazing between her pelvic bones.
“And if I don’t?” she asked, rising up on her elbows. “What happens then?” There was a challenge in her eyes, a sparkle that made tearing some panties look like amateur hour. “Will you punish me?”
My eyes dropped to her bald apex. I didn’t have much practical experience with kink, but God help me, I was ready to learn. “Yes,” I said. “And you’ll like it.”
The last time I licked a pussy, I was just old enough to vote. The memory wasn’t especially vivid—none of them were—but I knew it wasn’t especially good pussy. The instant my tongue reached Tiel’s wet center, it was like savoring something I hadn’t known I was craving.
She tasted like heaven itself, and for once, I wasn’t concerned with how quickly this would end.
I wanted it to last, and that was an arresting realization. I wasn’t busy mentally walking through my projects or selecting which excuse I’d use to zip up.
Her incessant wigglingwasa concern, and without much thought, my hand swung out and connected with her upper thigh. She gasped, and it was a long, stuttering noise that packed entire sentences into a single sound. In that second, I was half-convinced she was going to kick my ass to the curb.
But when I looked up, I found her eyes wide and a lusty smile stretched across her face. She fuckinglovedthat. “Oh, you little perv,” I said.
I grabbed her legs but she was too quick, and she crawled away, giggling. “You’re not allowed to growl at me like that,” she said.
I chased her into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, her chest flattened against the headboard. I roped my arm around her waist, pulling her hips toward me. “Why not?”
“Because it makes me want to do irrational things,” she said, yelping as my hand cracked against her ass. “And this is already pretty irrational.”
Placing her hands on the headboard and widening her stance, I kissed up her spine and over her shoulders, finally turning her head toward me and landing on her mouth. “The only irrational choice would be not doing exactly what I tell you to.” I tapped her hands. “Do not let go.”
Making good on my promise, I explored every inch of Tiel. She squirmed when my tongue moved over the pounding pulse in her throat, the dimples low on her back, that sharp curve of her waist. By the time I situated myself between her legs and started biting the soft, soft skin there, she was vibrating.
“Condoms,” she panted. “Drawer. Sooner rather than later.”
I’d never once taken orders from a woman while we were going at it. I’d acknowledged requests formore,this,that,harder,faster,slower,but even when I was a full-time, card-carrying nice guy, I was the fucking boss.
“Sweetheart,” I said, licking the arousal from her slit. “I will get there in good time. Don’t you worry about that.”
Despite her resistance, I inched lower and lapped at her. Her sweet little clit just begged for my attention, and the sounds she made the second my tongue connected with it were the most erotic things I’d ever heard. She possessed a new level of porn star moaning, and that shit was intoxicating. A few more well-timed cries, and this party would be ending quickly.
“No-oooo,” she wailed. “Get there now.”
I was the fucking boss, but God, I would do anything to make her happy.
Levering up on my knees, I bracketed my legs on either side of her, my cock sliding along the cleft of her ass. I took her tits in my hands, squeezing them and twisting her nipples until she bucked against me, screeching my name while my teeth sank into her shoulder. “Your neighbors are going to know who I am,” I said, my hand sliding up to cup her jaw. I tilted her face toward me. “Is that what you want?”
She licked her lips, and yeah, I really wanted her mouth on my cock but that would be off the table until she stopped worrying about my slutty history. “I can’t be quiet,” she whispered.
Nodding, I strummed her clit with one hand and brought the other down on her ass. It would be enough to keep her throbbing while I stepped away. I hated leaving her for even a second, and walking away from her while she was on her knees at the headboard tested all of my control. I found what I needed, took some cleansing breaths, and returned to the bed quickly. With the condom rolled down, I leaned into her, my lips on the back of her neck, my cock teasing her swollen tissues. “Tell me again that you want this.”
