9
May
“Thank you for the ride home, Oran. Do you want to come in? I’ll make dinner.” The offer earned me a sexy smirk, and Oran’s eyes narrowed on me as butterflies fluttered in my belly. “If you want.”
“I’d like that very much, but I wouldn’t want your sister to see anything she shouldn’t.” Rolling my lips between my teeth, I leaned over across the seat and crooked my finger at him. Today had been so long, waiting for Oran’s case to be called, I couldn’t just leave him after what he did for me. His eyes sparkled with the beginnings of desire, and I huffed a short breath as his aftershave wafted into my nose.
“I told her to go to the library when you got called up. She’ll text me when she’s on her way back.” The whisper earned me a soft hum, and I pulled back to climb out of the car with excitement trilling in my veins. Oran followed, and I shouldered my purse to dig for my keys on the way into the three-family apartment. True, it wasn’tnice, but it wasn’t a complete dump, either. I’d rather save up than get those few creature comforts, plus I could commute to work without taking a second bus.
“It’s not super fancy, but it works.” Pushing my way into the entryway, I unlocked my apartment door, and a gasp escaped me when Oran all but pushed me inside. Pinning my front to the wall, he grabbed my hands to brace on either side of my head, and I gasped as hard muscle played against my back.
“Let’s pick up where we left off.” Growling in my ear, Oran tugged my arms up to hold my wrists in one hand while the other caressed down my side. Grinding against my ass, his hot breath flowing down my neck, I moaned at this delicious way to end an otherwise tasteless day. Yanking up my skirt, he clawed up my outer thigh, and I pushed my ass into his palm in wanton desire. “How do you like it, May?”
“Any way you give it, Oran.” Grazing his teeth against my shoulder, he groaned as he ground his bulge between my ass cheeks. Twisting me around, Oran hoisted me up, and a husky giggle escaped me. “Oo-oo . . . now, you’re the one impressing me.”
“The thing is, I like it a little rough, but don’t worry, I know not to mark where it can be seen. If that’s something you’re into.” My heart fluttered at that, and I licked my lips heavily. Oran’s gaze bore into mine, searching, and my thighs tightened around his waist as I took a breath.
“I am. Are you gonna ask me if I’m okay every two minutes?” Bracing his forearm by my head, Oran frowned under his glasses at my question, and embarrassment colored my cheeks. “Do you know what masochism is?”
His eyes widened, and I felt so stupid asking as his breath escaped his chest when it concaved. My heart raced, and the stillness became unbearable as Oran took off his glasses and squinted at me. Holding the lenses up, his brows rose, and I almost wanted to snatch them as a peculiar, ugly humor clung to my ribs.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to see if you have a halo or not.” Surprise twitched my cheek, and Oran put his glasses back on and smiled almost fondly. “What’s your specialty?”
“Why are you asking when you can find out from experience? If that’s something you’re into.” Using his own words against him— as a taunt, not a cautious offer— I cocked my head, and Oran groaned hungrily. “So, is that a ‘yes’?”
“We’ll have to explore that when I have more time to experience you, May.” Capturing my lips harshly, Oran sealed his promise with a kiss, and I grappled his shirt as need gripped my abdomen. Powerful hands gripped my thighs, and my own caressed over lean, muscular shoulders to work the buttons of his shirt. Blood beat against my eardrums, and I panted harshly as he ground against my core. His tongue slipped past my teeth to tangle with mine, and I lifted my knees to get a better grip on his sides.
“Fuck.” Reaching down to unfasten his dress pants, I rubbed Oran’s bulge as he pushed up my bra to squeeze my breasts greedily. Arching into his palms, I gasped hoarsely when he tore his mouth from mine to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. Squeezing my breasts together, he sucked my nipple hard, nibbling and tugging, and a bead of sweat dribbled down my neck. My heart beat furiously, and I rolled my hips shamelessly before managing to free his rod.
“Oran.” Moaning when Oran shoved his hand between my legs, I hissed in pleasure that ravaged my lungs and made it hard to breathe. Pushing aside my thong as I pumped his cock from base to tip, Oran’s muscles rippled against my front, and Ireveledin it. This powerful man was quivering for me, as he circled my clit with rough, calloused fingers. Clenching when he slipped two fingers inside me, I shuddered at the sensation of them twisting and curling.
The faintsquelchfrom between my trembling thighs rose above my own rapid heartbeat, and I tightened around Oran’s fingers. Rapture clouded my mind, and he kissed up my neck before capturing my lips once again. The taste of him flooded my senses, and I swiped the bulbous head of his cock against my slit eagerly.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Gripping my hips in both his hands, Oran ducked into my neck to groan and pant as I whimpered pathetically. Expectation sent shivers down my spine, and I flexed my toes as he sucked the heat from my skin with a shallow inhale. Easing past my entrance, just the head of Oran’s hard cock sent powerful shocks of euphoria pulsing through me. My palm flew to his shoulder, and he inched into my channel with a tortured, pleased groan as his own palm smacked against the wall just to the left of my head.
“Shit, May-y-y . . . you’re so tight.” Grinding the compliment through his teeth, Oran seated himself fully in me, and I flopped my head back to moan loudly. “Ah, fuck.”
“Oh,God.” Pulling back his hips, Oran braced his feet firmer on the floor, and I buried my fists in his shirt. “Fuck me . . . fuck me . . .oh-h-h God! Yes!”
With a sharp snap, Oran thrust deep, his belt impressing my mound like a brand, and I clamped down on him as stars burst behind my eyes. His girth stretched my walls as he gasped breathlessly in my ear. The shock of his head jabbing my cervix rattled my spine, and icy prickles swept up my chest and along my collar bones.
The thick, pulsing veins spiderwebbing his shaft caressed my walls, and I hissed in pleasure as red seeped into my blurry vision. Oran’s hot breath scorched my shoulder, and I grabbed his sides to draw him even deeper into my channel. Fisting and tugging his shirt, I tilted my hips to his beat as it hastened, and he banged his forearm against the wall above my head to tangle his hand in my hair.
Chapped lips found mine, and Oran’s glasses bumped against the bridge of my nose as he pumped his hips hard and fast. The friction rubbed my nipples raw, and I tensed as my abdomen tightened in preparation. Rolling his hips, he groaned as my eyes boggled slightly, and I choked on his saliva when he shoved his tongue down my throat.
My toes curled, the fine hairs on my body bristling from the waves of ecstasy that sloshed in my chest, and my hands somehow found their way under Oran’s shirt. His muscles quivered, sharp and defined, and . . .God damn, he’s so sexy!
“Oh . . .Holy. . . ” Tearing my mouth from his to wheeze, to try to quench the fire in my lungs, the pressure behind my eyes built dangerously high. Oran’s six-pack flexed wildly, his strained grunts and groans musical as he thrust harder and more erratically. Shivering from the tension gripping my body, I held my breath, and he sucked in a sharp whistle of breath before his hips clung to mine. His muscles rippled furiously against my thighs, and he gasped and sputtered as his heat spilled into me.
The sex was over so fast, but Oran didn’t let me fall as he slumped against my front to pant harshly. Fog clouded my mind, made my thoughts lost and fleeting, and I closed my eyes to rest my forehead on his taut shoulder. My legs fell from around his waist, but they barely supported me when my feet touched the hardwood.
“So, aboutdinner. . . ” Heat flushed my face at Oran’s husky purr in my ear, as he nibbled my shoulder and neck insistently. Gulping down the dense lump in my throat, I nodded unsteadily, and he pulled back to cup my chin and kiss me fiercely. “Is that a code word, or are you actually going to feed me?”
“I’m not the one who needs to keep it up.” Oran’s amusement glistened in his eyes as he smirked broadly while I pulled my hands out of his shirt to unbuckle and pull off his belt. “If I take too long . . . ”
Pushing his own belt against his chest, I clenched around his half-hard cock, and Oran’s eyes narrowed into slits. Just the expectation was enough to make me shiver, and he unfurled his fingers from my hair to pull out of my channel.
“You’re an angel, May.” Gasping at the sudden emptiness, goosebumps blanketed my body, and I jumped with a yelp when Oran flicked his belt gently against my thigh. The sting wasn’t painful, more of a shock, and my heart throbbed at the almost blind desire that rampaged in his eyes, amplified by his prescription lenses. “Get going, then.”
