Rising Heat (19 page)

Maybe…

I deepened the kiss and decided to not think about maybes any longer. To instead live in the moment. Feel this moment. Enjoy her. Give her joy in return. I would take what she offered and then let tomorrow take care of tomorrow. For tonight, I would give what I could. Comfort her. Be close to her. Reaffirm that she was alive and safe in my arms. That I would never do anything to hurt her.

She reached for the buttons of my jeans, groaning into my mouth as I sucked on her tongue. She fumbled with the first button, and I replaced her hands with mine, taking over the task.

“Touch you,” she said against my lips as she helped me push my jeans past my hips. I sprang free and hissed as her fist wrapped around my cock. I took her mouth again, pulling at her lower lip, sucking hard as she stroked me, spreading the pre-cum leaking out with her thumb.

“So good,” I rasped, kissing her chin, her cheek, moving up her jawline until my teeth were around her ear. I moved to sit up, to push her onto her back, to take the lead.

She had other ideas.

“No. Let me.”

Pushing me until I was on my back, she grew emboldened, coming up onto her knees. She hovered over me, her hair falling like a veil around us as she lowered her mouth to mine, her hand stroking up and down, squeezing and releasing.

I surrendered to her, letting her take the lead. Do anything she wanted to do. When she dipped her tongue past my lips, encouraging me to open my mouth, I did, welcoming hers with a groan.

Needing to feel her skin, I inched her shirt up her back, breaking the kiss only until it was over her head. Her bra came next, freeing her beautiful breasts for my hands. Her nipples were already hard, and she cried out when I pinched them between my fingers.

“Naked. Now.”

Her words were frantic as she shoved at the bottom of my shirt. I sat up to help her. Then it was gone, and my jeans pushed down my legs. She pushed me back down, her fingers trailing from my shoulders to my abs.

“I want to see you.”

Reaching over, I fulfilled her wish by turning on the small lamp on the nightstand. She blinked against the illumination and smiled down at me, then stood to push her jeans down her legs.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I told her as the panties came next, revealing her entire body to me.

She
was
beautiful. Hair tousled around her shoulders, her lips full and red from our warring mouths. Skin like silk reflecting the light, her blue eyes hot with desire.

Almost shy now, she resumed her caresses, tracing a path down my chest, swirling around my hardened nipples. She chuckled low in her throat, a delighted sound that made me smile in return. She was enjoying this. So was I.

I reached for her, but she grabbed my wrists and lifted until my arms were above my head. I smiled wider, and she leaned down to kiss my cheek, dipping her tongue in my dimple.

Folding my hands under my head so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach for her again, I lay there as her eyes traveled down my body. Her fingertips followed the path, tracing the muscles of my abs, then going lower.

“You’re so big,” she said as she closed her hand around me again. It took everything I had in me not to wrap my arms around her, toss her onto her back, spread her legs, and dive in.

But I wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t spoil her fun. Besides, she was vulnerable enough, and I didn’t even have protection. Nevertheless, there were many things we could still do. Her hands continued to explore my body. I tried to be patient, tried to ignore the throbbing of my erection. The way my balls sat tight in their sack, begging for release.

“Touch me.”

I didn’t waste a moment. I reached for her, stroked her shoulders, and then cupped her breasts, my thumbs skimming against her nipples. Then she shifted her position and much to my surprise, she straddled me, her pussy nestled against my stomach. She lifted herself upward, her hands resting on my shoulders. Giving me free access to those lovely breasts. My fingers squeezed, plucked, twirled, and explored. Soon, those hard nipples grew engorged and hardened even more. Then, with a sound of impatience, she lowered her torso closer to mine. Shifted upward.

She hovered over me, her breasts close to my face. I lifted my head slightly and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. Suckled gently, mimicking the movements I had made with my fingers. She hovered over me like that while I paid attention first to one breast, then the other. While my mouth enjoyed her nipples, my hands stroked along her back, down along her incredibly small waist, stroking the soft flare of her hips and then down along her thighs.

She began to grind into me, wet slickness near my belly button. I flexed my abs, and she moaned as the muscles increased her pleasure. She slid down my body until she was grinding on my cock, her slick folds moving up and down my erection.

“I don’t have a condom, baby,” I told her and she stilled, her bottom lip pouting out.

“I want you inside me,” she murmured, and I pushed her hair back from her face.

“I know. I want that too. Are you on birth control?”

She shook her head, and I knew our last option was gone. I didn’t do bare back and was tested regularly and knew I was clean. I suspected this innocent creature was clean too. But if she wasn’t on the pill, I wouldn’t take that risk.

Taking her face in my hands, I said, “Then I’ll make love to you with my tongue, my fingers. I’ll make you come in my mouth. Will that be alright?”

She shivered and blushed a bright pink, her tongue slipping out to moisten her lips. “Can…” she stopped and cleared her throat. “Is it okay if you come in my mouth too?”

Holy. Fuck.

I groaned, and pulled her mouth to mine, taking it with a desperation I’d never felt before. “Yes,” I whispered against her lips. “You can do anything to me you want.”

A smile curved her swollen lips up, and she pushed against my chest. I let her go.

I groaned as she moved down my body, kissing my skin on the journey south. She placed her hands on my knees, encouraged me to spread my legs wider. I did, and she moved further down until she was kneeling between mine.

She wrapped her hand around my cock, wiping away the liquid beading at the tip. She lifted her thumb to her mouth, tasting me. Fuck. I almost came right then and there.

Every muscle in my abdomen clenched as she lowered that perfect mouth, but it was only to taste my abs, my hip, my upper thigh. I wondered how it was possible, but my cock hardened even more. It was fully engorged, the blood pulsing through it, causing it to jerk every time her tongue touched my skin. And then that tongue, that glorious tongue, drifted closer, then detoured around my cock to lick my other hip bone.

Dammit. She was driving me crazy.

Her tongue slowly circled my hip before moving downward along the inside of my thigh. She was doing to me everything I wanted to do to her. Evoking the sensations in me that I wanted to evoke in her. But at the moment, I was more than willing to have her in command, to have me at her mercy. Vulnerable. Exposed.

Her tongue traced upward along the inside of my thigh. My balls tightened even more. I sucked in a breath and wrapped my fingers in her hair. And then, finally, her mouth enveloped my head. Her tongue swirled around it, and I held my breath, forced my hips to remain still as she took me into her throat. Her hand clasped me near the base, her grip firm, still stroking. And then her other hand was groping my balls, manipulating them, squeezing them, rubbing…

“Kathy,” I ground out, panting for control.

Her only response was to take me deeper into her mouth. Her lips tightened as she sucked harder. I groaned. My hips moved of their own accord, not much, but enough for me to know that if this continued much longer, I would completely lose control.

Losing control was something that had never happened to me. I was the one always in control. I found myself in quite a unique position. And more than a little surprised.

“You have to stop. Now.”

Smiling, she lifted her head, her breath warm against the tip. God, I wanted her. She squealed when I reached for her, pulled her up my body, then flipped us until she was beneath me.

Her chest heaved, her nipples like rocks. Her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed. Gorgeous.

My tongue repeated the path that hers had taken on my flesh. My cock pulsed with incredible desire, but I held myself in check as my tongue swirled, suckled, and worshiped those glorious pebbly round nipples. As she began to make low, squeaky noises in her throat, I relinquished my attention on those nipples and stroked my tongue down along the center of her stomach, ever downward.

“Stop,” she gasped, closing her legs.

“What? You don’t want my tongue inside you?” I asked against her belly button, my tongue flicking inside the shallow hole.

She groaned and her fingers twisted in my hair. I looked up at her. “Has a man ever kissed you here?” I pushed her legs apart, lowering my lips to her clit. She cried out and tried to twist away, but I held her still until she calmed.

Looking up at her over her curls, I said, “Kathy, if you want me to stop, I will. But I want to do this. I want to make love to you with my mouth. I want to taste every part of you. Please tell me yes.”

She looked down at me, her blue eyes hooded with passion and uncertainty. I waited. Waited. Smelling her arousal so close to my nose, feeling the warmth coming from her very center.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth. “Yes,” she whispered.

And I dove.

Feasted.

Lost myself in her pleasure.

Circling her clit with my tongue, I slipped a finger deep inside her incredible tightness. God, please tell me she isn’t a virgin.

I had to ask. Had to know. An asshole like me couldn’t be the one to strip her of her innocence. I rose above her, waited until she met my eyes and asked, “Have you had sex before?”

She nodded, and I saw the truth in her eyes. “Yes, but never anything like this.”

Relief flooded me, and I smiled down at her. “This, baby, is only the beginning.”

Back between her legs, I trailed my tongue up her slit, dipping inside her as far as I could before taking her clit between my teeth.

She cried out when I entered her with a finger, then a second, finding the very end of her. She arched, pressing harder into my mouth, her fingers digging into my scalp so hard it hurt.

I didn’t care.

I totally focused on the core of her being, my lips and tongue circling her clitoris while my fingers slowly dipped in an out of that incredible, tight wetness. Her hips rocked higher, faster.

I flipped us.

She yelped as I turned her until she was riding my face, her hands on my abs for balance. When she leaned forward, taking my cock into her hand, then into her mouth, I licked her harder, thrusting my tongue into her over and over, pressing my thumb against her clit.

She shuddered and ground down harder on my face even as her mouth worked me up and down. “I’m going to come,” I told her, feeling the semen working its way from my balls. Her lips clamped down harder, sucking more intensely as I released, the edges of my vision going white.

Even as I came, I didn’t stop the relentless sucking between her legs and a moment later, she was crying out, nearly screaming as her body tensed, then trembled. I licked her through it, long, deep strokes up her center. She shuddered again. Then again before collapsing on top of me.

When I rolled her onto the bed, she curled into a ball. I moved up beside her, pulling her back into my chest.

“Oh. My. God.” Her words came out between great gulps of air. I smiled pulling her closer to me, kissing her hair.

It took several moments for her breathing to return to normal. It took a few minutes for me to regain control myself. What we’d just experienced had been pure passion, a connection I’d never experienced.

And as she fell asleep in my arms, I knew I wanted more.

Kathy

I
woke up, startled. A heavy weight was pressing me down. Where was I? Then I realized. It was Ash, lying beside me. A myriad of thoughts raced through me. Horror. Shame. Warring with an ecstatic thrill. Had I really… seduced Ash? My thoughts were fuzzy, but I think I did. Knew I did.

As my thoughts cleared, I remembered waking up in the middle of the night, finding him beside me. He had fallen asleep after I’d asked him not to leave. Despite the trouble we were in or that I barely knew him, I’d reached for him, seeking comfort. His warmth, his bulk. I wanted him. I
needed
him.

I was running on pure emotion, and I didn’t want to feel alone. I didn’t want to feel the loss of complete control over my life. I needed something, an anchor to hold onto. But with Ash? My mom told me once that the heart wants what the heart wants. That we don’t often choose who we fall in love with — wait. Was I falling for Ash? How could I? He came from such a different world. Different attitudes. Extremely different pasts. We were total opposites. But we did have one thing in common.

Need.

Ash moved in his sleep, distracting me as his hand moved from my stomach to my breast. My nipple hardened instantly at the innocent touch and more memories of last night flooded through me.

I’d been so brazen, touching him like that. It had started with tentative fingers on his cheek. I’d just wanted to feel his skin. To make sure he was real. That I wasn’t alone. Fascination? Curiosity? Filled with a desire to feel him against me? All of the above.

I had never reacted this way to a guy before. But Ash wasn’t a typical guy. He was so multidimensional, so multifaceted. I couldn’t condone the way he had spent his life over the past few years, but who was I to judge? After he told me about the accident that had caused the death of his younger sister, I could almost — almost — understand what had led him to the life he was leading.

Thank God I’d never had to experience such guilt, such despair. Yes, I felt guilty about leaving my parents to fend for themselves, but they were perfectly able to do so. They were grownups. Ash’s situation was different. He had been responsible for his little sister. While it was a tire blowout that caused the accident, he nevertheless blamed himself. So did his parents, unfortunately.