This was getting too real, a small voice said inside me. I had little experience with flings, but I was pretty sure no guy that was keeping it casual looked down at a woman like that. It was dark inside the room, so I only saw the shadows of him, but somehow I knew. When my hand touched the hard planes of his face, the rasp of his stubble, it was like I was trying to memorise the shape of him.
“Well, if you’re not gonna chew me out for meddling with your business, what are you going to do?”
I’m not sure if Troy knew just how devastating he was when he smiled. It was like a light in the darkness, that flash of white teeth, and it felt like my heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.
“Everything you deserve, of course.”
But my heart had no place here.
Just my body, the physical connection that came from touching another person, so that’s what I did. Running my hands across that broad chest, glorying in the muscular breadth of it, I looked up when I felt the muscles pop.
“Are you… flexing for me?” I asked.
“Can’t help it when you touch me like that,” he growled. “Makes me feel all big and strong.” His lips brushed against mine. “And you’re so soft, I just want to sink into you.”
His raspy words, his slow kiss, had me rethinking every part of my body. When I was a teenager, I despaired of my curves, but Troy had me thinking they were just perfect. As his lips trailed down my neck, setting the sensitive skin aflame, as I raked my fingers across his back, feeling the rock hard muscle, it was obvious we were made to fit together. I traced the bumpof every rib before reaching the waistband of his shorts, then started to ease them down.
“Nope.” My wrists were caught and stretched up over my head as he rose up, grinning down at me. “That’s not how this is going to work.”
“Don’t need my hands,” I said, wriggling my hips until I was grinding against him. Watching his eyes roll back in appreciation, his lips falling open, was very edifying.
“Don’t need clothes either.” Mine were removed with startling swiftness and when I fell back against the bed, that feeling of vulnerability rose again. Momentarily distracted by him pulling his shorts off, he gripped my wrists with one of his hands the moment he was naked. “Now, where was I? Ah, making amends.”
My cheeks flushed as I remembered the conversation of last night. While intellectually I stood by what I’d said, being that frank still sat uneasily.
“You don’t… oh!”
Lips closed around my nipple, giving it a little tug, then he ran his tongue over the aching point before looking up at me.
“You were saying?”
“That you need to keep doing that, right now,” I panted out.
All the tension of the last few days, all the horrible things that had happened, it felt like they were licked, sucked away. My body desperately wanted to surrender, and I let it.
“I will,” he promised, “and you… You just need to feel what I’m doing to you.” His mouth captured my nipple again, swallowing with hard pulls that provoked fireworks of sensation. “Just stay with me, Mackenzie.” My eyes flicked open and I stared into his eyes, unable to miss the shift in tone. The smile was gone and something far more intent had replaced it. “Stay right here, with me, in this bed.”
It was like he was looking right into my head, seeing the messy tumble of thoughts, feelings, everything, desperate to push forward and demand my attention. Instead, I watched as he dropped his head, watching me the entire time as his tongue flicked out. I could feel every tastebud on his tongue as he slowly circled my nipple. My whole body jumped when he flicked at it. The velvety softness of his lips took a year and a day to clasp around the bead, then his tongue pressed hard against the point as he sucked.
I was with him when he pulled away, mapping the slope of one breast with kisses, then when he approached the other. The first nipple ached in sympathy when he began to suck the other. My thighs rubbed together when he drew back, forced to release my wrists as he kissed his way down my stomach.
“Troy…”
I was with him right in this moment. The slip of his hair between my fingers, the shape of his head imprinted on my palms. The way he looked up the line of my body, eyes dancing, before he parted my thighs. Kissing his way across the soft inner part of my thigh held my attention, partly due the delicious ticklish feeling, partly because my hips began to flex, needing more.
“Yes, Mackenzie?”
That sly tone, the way he paused, had me grabbing him by the shoulders and dragging him upwards.
“You want me to stay in the moment. Well, maybe that should be true of both of us.”
After a few abortive attempts to move, he worked out what I meant, turning around so I was face to face with that formidable dick.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Mm…” I placed a kiss on that throbbing shaft and listened for his hiss of pleasure. “Yes, just like this.”
Sixty-nines were always hard for me. I’d either get lost in what the guy was doing to me or too focussed on him to register his tongue. Not this time. As I slid my tongue up Troy’s shaft, his parted my folds. When I traced the shape of the crown of his cock, his did the same to my clit. My pleasure, his pleasure, it became something else.
