“Fuck,” I whisper back, my thumbs hooking into her jeans’ belt loops and tugging her closer. “What does that look like?” My voice is an entranced, far-off entity separate from me entirely.
“It looks likeyou”—she takes my hand off her hip and places it on her neck—“showingme”—she kisses me again, too quickly for me to count it as the real deal—“what I like….” She searches my face until her eyes find mine. “What I need to know…”
“I can do that,” I agree, nodding before she pulls my hair, forcing me to straighten.
“No strings,” she says, holding my gaze. “No feelings.”
“Thisis a feeling,” I argue, pulling her in close so she can realize just how much of an effect she has on me. “Therewillbe feelings.” Her eyes dip down to the nonexistent space between us, no doubt trying to see the outline of my hard cock that I’m pressing against her.
“You know what I mean.” She looks down at my forearm. I loosen my hold on her neck, realizing I’d accidentally begun pressing my thumb into the front of her throat. “We will stay—”
“Friends,” I finish for her. The word tastes bitter on my tongue, but I repeat it regardless. “We’ll be friends who make each other feel good.”
“Friends whotryto,” she says. “I don’t know if I’ll…” Her gaze slips away from mine, and I use the hold on her neck to tilt her back up to face me. “You’ll have to teach me.”
“I’ll show you,” I promise. “I’ll show you,” I repeat before finally taking what I’ve wanted since the moment I got to town.
I kiss Prue like she deserves to be kissed. How I imagine a woman like herwantsto be kissed. I pour every ounce of passion and wanting I have from the depths of myself into it. Gliding my tongue, controlling her with my hands, rewarding her with breaths and moans as she follows suit—letting her know I’m an equal benefactor in this.
And, despite her hesitancy, it isgood.Great, even. I feel that pinprick sensation under my skin that acts like a signal for my brain to start removing clothing, a sensation I’ve followed over the cliff time and time again.
And, despite her lack of experience, Prue must feel that call too.
“Killer,” I warn, gripping her wrist as her hand fights a losing battle against my belt buckle. “Stop that.”
“Sorry.” She pants against my mouth, hooking me back in with her tight grip on the back of my neck. She’s needy, pressing her thigh against mine and moving her hips like she wants themoreI’ve been chasing for my entire adulthood.
Not now,I tell myself, when I’d normally be bending down to pick her up and hook her legs around my back.Not now,I tell myself when she grabs a handful of my ass and I want to ask her to get on her knees. “Not yet,” I tell her out loud when she reaches for my beltagain.
“Prue,” I say between the vicious kisses she’s attempting to bury into my neck. “Prue, I’m going to need you to stop now, okay?”
“Why?” She’s disappointed. Her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils make me shut my eyes to focus on my next words.
“Because if I’m going to be the one to teach you things, I need to be in control.” I open my eyes again and feel my dick surge at the sight ofher,breathless and panting and looking up at me like I hold all of the answers. “And I’m losing it…. Quickly.”
“Let’s start all of that tomorrow,” she responds unabashedly, grabbing my hand and placing it on her breast.
My fingers, not yet accustomed to my newfound self-control, move to outline the shape of her bra from under the fabric of her sweater. I have to consciously breathe in as I gather myself, fighting the urge to pull her damn sweater clean off.
I groan, tossing my head back toward the sky as I shakily place both of my hands on the back of my neck, already missing the touch of her. Icannotbelieve what I’m about to do. What Ihaveto do. This is my karma for the dirty virgin-fantasy thoughts earlier. “Prue, I—”
“Please,” she whispers, her teeth skating against the tattoo on my throat before she kisses to the left of my Adam’s apple.
That’s my weak spot and, somehow, she knew instinctively how to find it. No, not instinctively. It can’t be. She, obviously, is an agent that has been sent tofuckwith me by all the lovers I have previously scorned. A perfect weapon made in a lab to destroy me. That is the only explanation for any of this, any of her.
“? ?????? ????,” I plead.I’m going to die.
I whimper as she flicks her tongue against the column of my throat and rubs her palm over my cock as it further tightens my jeans.
Fuck, yes, yes, yes.Her fingernails scrape against the denim, soliciting a lustful whimper from me that acts as a wakeup call.Shit,no, no, no.
I need to remind myself of the facts here.
She has been drinking.
Prue places both of her hands on the bulge in my jeans and begins exploring.
She’s far less experienced than me.
