My hands slipped beneath her skirt, and I gripped her ass, tugging her body against me, my denim-clad cock aching to be inside her. “Let’s go,” I ordered, setting her down and taking her hand, tugging her the rest of the way to my truck.
I unlocked the doors, and we climbed in, stealing glances full of anticipation the entire seven-minute drive to her apartment. I parked out front, walked around the front of my truck, and met her on the sidewalk. She took my hand, grinning, and led me up the walkway to the glass doors to her apartment.
Someone had propped the door open with a brick, and music filtered down from an apartment toward the back of the building.
“Is that safe?” I frowned, looking up the stairs to the second floor. I could see the doorway to her apartment.
“Probably not.” She shrugged, opening the door and stepping over the brick. She kicked it back with a cheeky grin, and we walked upstairs, the door slamming shut and locking behind us. “Some of my neighbours lack common sense—and common decency,” she added, pulling her keys from her purse.
“At least you’re self-aware!” the elderly lady across the hall snipped, slamming her door abruptly.
“Does your neighbour wait by her door for you to get home or something?” I asked, recalling her from the night I met Gwen.
“It seems that way,” she grinned, her eyes dancing with humour. “I think she just likes to get her jabs in.” She looked at her neighbour’s door thoughtfully before shaking her head and unlocking the door to her apartment.
I pressed against her from behind, laying a sucking kiss to the side of her neck. She shivered, her breath tumbling from her lips, and pushed the door open. She turned her chin to look at me as I ran my hand along her ribs.
Walking us through the open door into her apartment, I paused long enough to close the door and lock it behind me, while she moved just out of my reach and slipped her shoes off.
My eyes never left the curve of Gwen’s ass displayed in a remarkable black leather skirt, the hem of it ending just below her knees. Her red halter top left her shoulders and back exposed.
If I had to take a guess on what her favourite colour was, I’d have to go with red. If it wasn’t red, it was certainly my favourite colour on her.
The moment the door closed, Gwen was before me, her fingers tugging at my belt, freeing the buckle. Distracted by the hard planes of my abdomen, she raked her hands against my flesh, igniting a resounding hunger within me.
She hadn’t bothered turning on the lights, and the pale-yellow glow of a streetlight out front guided me to her. I brought my hands up to frame her face, lowering mine to kiss her deeply.
As we kissed, she popped the button of my jeans and yanked the zipper down, her hand slipping into my boxer briefs. Her smooth fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, her grip steadfast. Air escaped my lungs in a whoosh as she slowly pumped me. She smiled, a dare in her eyes.
She dropped to her knees, peering up at me as she slowly pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled forth, the nipples tight and begging to be sucked.
She let her clothes fall to the ground and took hold of my shaft, stroking it. It was such an arousing sight, and I jumped in her hand.
Gwen’s lips wrapped around the tip, and I ran fingers through her thick tresses, tugging it into a nice fist full to keep it out of her way. She started bobbing on my cock, her torturous tongue and lips working the head of me while her hands pumped my base.
I squeezed my eyelids shut, dropping my head back as I let out a carnal groan. Her mouth was heaven and hell all at once—the sweetest torture. But I wanted more.
Pulling free of her mouth, I tugged her up, my lips crashing to hers with ferocity. She responded with identical vigor, her lips and tongue stroking the fire coiling in my abdomen.
Without breaking the kiss, I picked her up. Her thighs tightened around my hips as I walked forward, toward her bedroom. My cock rubbed against her center, and I could feel how ready she was through the lace panties. I gripped her ass tighter, digging my fingers in and tugging her down against my erection.
She let out a heavy moan, her head dipping back and her pelvis arching against me. Reaching her bedroom, I dropped her down on the mattress and crawled over top of her, my hands gliding up her body to tangle in her hair. I rutted into her, brushing against the silk of her panties. I could feel her heat, feel her wetness, and it drove me delirious.
I sat up, tugging my shirt over my head before I dropped between her thighs, pushing them open. I held her gaze as I sampled her with my tongue. She let out a little whimper, her back arching off the mattress.
I groaned, her flavour bursting on my tongue and sending a jolt of desire straight to my cock. I slipped my index finger into her, and she let out a gasp of pleasure as I curled my finger and worked her sensitive bud with my lips and tongue.
“I’m going to—I’m going to come,” she panted, tightening around my finger.
Gwen
My thighs shook as I came down from oral orgasmic heaven, and I let out a shuttering breath, my skin erupting into goosebumps.
Alaric stood up, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. He grabbed a condom, ripping into the package with his eyes still on my body.
It was easy for me to throw my modesty out the window, with the lascivious way he looked at me. He kicked his jeans and boxer briefs off and rolled the condom on, his eyes slowly moving from my center—bared to him—to my navel, to my breasts, to my lips, and finally—my eyes.
The sweeping reverence I saw there made my breath hitch. There wasn’t a casual thing about it, and there was nothing casual in the way my heart reacted to it. Before I could comprehend what it all meant, Alaric was back on the mattress, moving between my thighs and settling there.
