“Could’ve been better,” I mumbled, not wanting to remember that disastrous event.
He yawned. “I have an early morning meetup, tell me all about it after?”
I nodded. “Sure. Get some sleep, you look ready to fall flat on your face.”
“You have no idea. Night.” He kissed my brow again then climbed the stairs while I headed for the kitchen.
I was putting the carton back into the fridge when the back door opened. Shay walked...more like staggered in. Oblivious to my presence, it took him a few tries to close the door, slip off his jacket then turn, catching sight of me as he did.
“Hi,” I greeted.
Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, hair damp with rain, he finally reached where I stood, and I had to crane my neck to make eye contact. The heady smell of whiskey mixed with his cologne hung in the air and had me worried. I’d never seen him drunk before.
“Shay? Are you all—” I began, but he was suddenly on me, backing me up against the fridge, his body towering over me. He didn’t lay a hand on me, just stood there, his mouth mere inches from mine, his eyes searching. For what, I didn’t know. His chest rose and fell so rapidly, I swear I could hear the pounding beat of his heart. Unsure what to say, I palmed his cheek and his shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Are you afraid of me, baby?” His voice was like dark velvet. Husky, soft, smooth, and seductive, soothing away any fear that might’ve reflexively risen with his arrival.
“No.” My gaze dropped to his mouth, and I felt his eyes scan my face. I lifted my gaze back to his and smiled. “Is everything all right?” Earlier, I sensed an internal battle I couldn’t understand, now his expression of uncertainty had me puzzled again.
“Blue,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning my lips. “You know I’m allowed to do this, right?” I heard the hesitation in his voice, but I also heard the longing.
Was it wrong that I knew he was drunk? That this shouldn’t be happening? That he might not remember if anything did? That his words didn’t make sense to me? That I didn’t care?
“Sha—”
His mouth was abruptly on mine, kissing me like I dreamt he would. Hot, passionate and delirious. It wasn’t gentle and slow like I expected my first kiss to be. He was fierce, possessive and hypnotic, typically Shay when he wanted to assert his dominance, I’d learned that much about him. I knew when he loved, it would be hard, raw, extraordinary.
I was out of my element here, but my senses separated every little thing between us. His taste of whiskey and cinnamon. His smell of earth and rain. The sounds of his low growls rumbling in his chest. The touch of his warm fingers on my skin as he slid his hands under the curve of my ass. On pure instinct, I gripped his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him lift me up against the fridge. Magnets and family photos cascaded around us, I didn’t look, selfishly didn’t care, my focus mesmerized by this gorgeous man who was doing sinful things to my mouth and body.
Between my legs, I felt his hard cock press against my already soaked panty, and I tried to angle my body to his, my pussy desperate for contact. Sensing my need, he rocked his hips, dry fucking me and I whimpered into his mouth as the defined thickness scraped against my clit, slick, swollen and eager to be touched. It was too much yet too little.
Greedy, I pulled away from the kiss. “Please, touch me.”
“Blue,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal, I guessed by his next words, he was desperately fighting restraint. “If I touch you, I’d want to taste every fucking inch of you and if I do then I’d want to fuck you. I shouldn’t fuck you.” God, why was he holding back? “Ride my cock, baby.” he demanded, his silver eyes were dark and feral. Taking my mouth once more, his fingers bit into my flesh and he rocked harder and faster into me, causing the fridge to shift.
The coarse fabric of his jeans grazed my clit and with every swipe, the fire in my pussy burned hotter, bolder, threatening to explode. I tried to hold on, but I’d been aroused for so long, imagining this moment, my orgasm was abrupt, falling on me so quick, I shuddered in his arms, grateful he held me up, my cries muffled by his manipulative mouth.
“Good girl.” He broke the kiss and the scent of my arousal, thick in the air, had me blushing. “But I’m not done, I need to taste you.” His voice was low and husky, vibrating through my body. Anticipation swirled in my stomach. Releasing my legs to slide down his, he moved his lips to my throat, his tongue running up the column of my neck. Still weak-kneed, I clung to his biceps, crying out when he bit down and soothed the sting with his tongue.
“Shh, baby” he whispered against my flushed skin, his hands lifting to cup my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers squeezing the nipples, through the shirt. I squealed my delight. “You need to be quiet.” He sucked on my earlobe, and I shivered.
Fearful Dad might hear us, I bit my lip to hush my moans. Then without thought, I reached between us to rub Shay’s cock.
“No,” he grunted, grabbing my hands and pinned both above my head with one hand while the other hand slipped under my shirt. A quick tug and my panty snapped, floating to the floor. “Touch your pussy.” He guided one of my hands down, curving two of my fingers around my swollen clit. Together, our fingers stroked and pressed while he steered the pressure. His mouth sought mine again, swallowing my harsh pants. He kissed me like he’d fuck me—hard and thorough while our fingers worked my clit.
“Oh God,” I cried into his mouth, stunned by the euphoric pulse thrumming through me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Blue,” he breathed against my lips. “Come on our fingers,” he ordered.
As if my pussy heard his command, I threw my head back, my mouth falling open and a hoarse moan escaping my lips. I climbed higher and higher, chasing my climax.
“Come for me. Now.” He pressed down harder on my clit, releasing my other hand to cup my breast, squeezing, his warm mouth latched onto my ear, sucking hard.
Together the sensations were mind-blowing, nothing like I’ve experienced before and unsure which one pushed me over the edge, I crashed. “Oh, God,” I cried out and he covered my mouth with his, the kiss this time was wild, feverish, frenzied.
My hips jerked uncontrollably, my limbs felt weightless and weak. I pulled back, trying to breathe. Shaking hard and panting like a thirsty dog, I dropped my head to his chest, clinging to his waist, not believing the pleasure racing through my veins. Not believing what we’d done. I’d imagined us coming together so many times, but it was nothing like this.
Only when I finally leaned back and looked up at him, did he remove my hand from my pussy. And with his eyes on me, he brought my fingers to his lips and sucked on both. I shivered at the raw lust in his eyes, the gentle warmth of his mouth on my fingers and ashamedly my body quickly heated.
