Page 18 of Strum Me

“Um, thanks.” She wraps her arms around her body, as if trying to hide it. And all I want to do is rip them from her, along with every trace of material, jewelry, anything that hides any part of her from me.

“About last night…” I start.

She holds up a hand, stopping me. “Yes, about last night. You were drunk, so let’s just forget it ever happened.”

“No.” I shake my head and take a step forward.

“Brad.” She holds her hand out, stopping me from coming closer.

“No, Butter,” I say, taking deep breaths trying to remain calm, when all I want to do is drag her like a caveman back to my cave and make her moan with pleasure and want. “I’ve waited years for last night and now you want me to forget it? Are you crazy?”

“It shouldn’t have happened. I was upset about Silas... and I needed some comfort and you were there.”

“Stop it, Butter!”

“Stop what?”

“Making it less than it was! You came to me last night. Me! And we kissed. Us! Don’t tell me it didn’t meant anything.”

“It meant that...you are my best friend. And that’s what I needed last night. That’s all.” Her hand comes up to her throat, to stop the shaking of her voice.

“Bullshit.”

“Whatever. I stayed just to listen to your performance, and let you guys know you did a great job.” She notices my eyes watching her hands and she moves them behind her back, making her back arch, and her breasts curve tight against her leather dress, her nipples hard against the fabric. I almost moan out loud. Taking advantage of the pause in our argument, she twirls around on her stilettos and heads for the door.

“And you dressed the way you are because?” I call after her.

She stops, her back still turned to me.

I come up behind her, the heat of my chest against her bare back. My fingertips run down the curves of her hips and rest around her waist.

“You look so hot, I think I might spontaneously combust,” I whisper against her neck, feeling the tiniest shiver flutter up her spine. “Are you trying to tell me it’s not for me?”

She sighs and for a moment I feel like her body is giving in to me. She pushes back a little, her ass grinding against my front making me instantly hard, her head falling back to rest against my shoulder. I can see the errant wisps of her hair gently blowing every time I exhale.

And then she stiffens and pulls away, spinning around in my arms to face me.

“I wore this to fuck with Silas, that’s all.” The shake in her voice tells me everything I need to know. She’s scared, and she needs me to make her see what I see.

“You’re lying.”

She just shakes her head.

“You are,” I tell her again. “Don’t you know, after last night’s kiss, you can never lie to me again. It stripped everything that’s fake between us. All that’s left is truth.”

“And what is the truth, Brad?”

This time I know the words to say. “That you want me every bit as much as I want you.”

With that, I pull her into me, tipping her chin up to meet my mouth when I lower it to hers. The heat flares as soon as we touch. My arousal for her deepens tenfold. I could fall into her mouth and live in bliss forever. Her deep red, soft, warm, mouth of a fucking temptress. The heat spreads through me to her. I can feel it in the way her body becomes softer, pliable, open to everything I’m offering her.

Suddenly, I’m tasting the sweetness of her tongue. Fruity from her recent cranberry juice concoction, and waxy from her lipstick. Somehow, it makes my cock even harder and I wonder how I’m ever going to get her from here to where I want her, naked, in bed, wrapped around my hardness.

There’s a soft moan as she pulls her mouth away from mine.

“Take me home, Brad,” she says, the words husky against her throat.

“Home?”