Now she didn’t know if she wanted him to walk away. But if he didn’t, things were going to get complicated.
“Let’s do it,” she said. “Let’s see if it gets me out of your system.”
“And what do you get?” He still wasn’t touching her; his hands seemingly frozen at his sides.
“Sex,” she said. “It’s been a long time.”
“How long? Do I need my duster to get rid of the cobwebs…”
She smacked his arm, the muscle hard beneath her hand.
“No need to get violent. We can decide who gets to be in charge for next time,” he said, catching hold of both her hands with his. “Although if you’re going to try to hit me again, maybe I should tie you up.”
“I always took you for being a kinky fucker.”
His laugh was deep, almost playful. “I don’t need any tricks, precious.”
She stilled, thinking about his words. “This will be the only time. Then I’m out of your system.”
“And you’ve used me for a fuck?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think that it’ll work that way,” he said. His fingers were gentle on her skin but his grip was firm.
“This. Now. Nothing more.”
He didn’t answer. Instead he bent his head to hers, his lips soft as they teased her mouth open, his hands still imprisoning hers, stopping her from touching him.
And she wanted to touch him. Every single inch, especially the several inches she could feel pressed against her stomach through his jeans.
“Here?” he said. “If it’s only going to be once, where do you want it to be? Your choice. I’ll choose next time.”
“People can see,” she said. “Back bar?”
Then his mouth was on hers and her hands were freed. He picked her up, clutching her arse and pulling her in towards him. Keren wrapped her legs around his waist, barely noticing a chair topple over as he clumsily shifted her into the dark back room of the bar that was free from windows and about as private as it got in Severton.
She made the most of having her hands freed, running her fingers up his t-shirt sleeves, exploring thick biceps, up to strong shoulders, then moving them out and down to peel his t-shirt off him, leaving his chest there for her to drink in. He put her on a bar stool so her back was resting against the bar.
“You didn’t look like this when you were twenty-one,” she said. “Not that I would’ve said no.”
“I believe you,” he said, and she knew he’d taken the words as they were meant. “But I’m glad you’re seeing me now rather than then.”
“Conceited much?” She realised he’d pulled off her top and was undoing her belt with one hand. She’d been too distracted by his abs and chest to pay any attention to where he was looking.
“No. But no point in fishing for compliments.” Both of his hands moved down her chest, over her bra-covered breasts and nipples that were already hard. Her underwear was plain and simple: she hadn’t planned for this tonight, or any night. The flesh colour bra was slightly sheer and she knew he’d be able to see the faint colour of her nipples through it. He didn’t keep his hands there though; instead they trailed down to her stomach, pulling down the zip on her jeans. “This,” he said, gripping the curves of her hips. “I thought about this. Even when you were eighteen you had curves. I jacked off thinking about holding you here,” he grabbed the flesh of her hips a little tighter, pushing her jeans further down in the process, “and moving you up and down on my dick to fuck you, with your tits bouncing.” His eyes were on her breasts, unashamedly taking them in. “Take your bra off for me.”
“No. You do it. I heard rumours you could do it with one hand,” she said. She moved her hands off him and pulled her long hair back, her arms coming up and pushing her breasts forward. She felt deliciously exposed and powerful, but aware that any power she held was on a knife edge.
“I used to be able to undo them with my teeth, but then I realised when I did that I missed the full effect. Fuck, Keren, when I see you tomorrow all I’m going to be able to think about is what you look like naked and on my cock.” The snap of her bra was quick, his removal of it even quicker, leaving her exposed from the waist up.
She waited for his mouth to take a nipple or at least his hands to play. Her breasts were big and had attracted attention since she was a teenager. She’d never hated them though, not like some girls did. And none of her boyfriends had disliked them either.
Scott, however, bypassed them, his lips taking hers with one hand on the back of her neck, making the kiss deep and intense. She wanted to give as good as she got, to match him, but this was one battle she wasn’t going to be able to take victoriously. All she could feel was him, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hot skin, the soft brush of chest hair and the pulse between her legs.
Keren canted her hips closer to him, eliciting a rough laugh. His mouth left hers and found her neck, nipping and kissing his way down until he found her breasts, one hand cupping one, the other being mastered by his tongue as it circled around her nipple before taking the hard peak in his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth, his fingers mimicking the pull on the other.
His hair was soft between her fingers as she clutched it, possibly too tightly. When he released her breasts she groaned.
