Hidden Heat (7 page)

“Hey, calm down. He’s one of us.”

I sagged against him in relief as the guy grinned. “You must be the lovely Holly. Good to meet you. I’m Grant.”

“Hi,” I said awkwardly, very conscious of the fact that all I had to protect my modesty was the thin bed sheet.

“Quit perving, you ignoramus,” Scott said good-naturedly, and continued past him down the hallway.

“Can’t help it. No offence, you understand.”

I couldn’t help but see the funny side of the situation. “None taken.”

I stepped past him and into the bathroom after Scott, who shut the door firmly. Laughing at the borderline-possessive expression on his face, I leaned in to give him a brief kiss, letting the sheet fall to the floor.

“So, is the bathroom soundproofed, too?”

Scott cupped my ass in his hands, pulling me against him. “Yup.”

“Interesting…”

I chewed on one of the tooth-cleansing tablets from the dispenser on the wall as Scott turned on the shower unit, setting the timings to ‘manual’ so the machine wouldn’t interfere by offering us soap and shampoo at vital moments. I tugged his boxers down over his hips, then we stepped under the spray, letting the glass door seal shut after us.

My fatigue slipped away as Scott began to harden against me and I took him in hand, stroking him teasingly up and down, over and over. He buried his face in my neck with a groan, skating his hands over the skin of my back as I refused to increase my pace.

“You’re killing me, here,” he complained.

“What? I’m just making sure you’re nice and clean…” I hit the button on the automatic soap dispenser and got my hand good and slippery before returning to my task. The soap didn’t stay long, washed away by the stream of water that fell down on us, but by the time I was done Scott was breathing hard, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“Holly…”

“Okay, I’m done,” I said innocently, and he pushed me back against the slightly squishy flexiwall of the shower booth, which was warm from the steam the hot water had generated. Not for the first time in my life, I mentally thanked whoever had come up with the safety surface. The tiles that used to cover bathroom walls in the last century looked like they’d be so cold and uncomfortable in situations like this.

Then I forgot everything but Scott’s devious fingers, which sought to put me through the same torment I’d just subjected him to. Soon I was whimpering with frustration as he rubbed the soap into the skin around my clit, avoiding the sensitive spot for now.

“Fuck me, damn you!”

He began to gently tap my clit, in a light, staccato rhythm. I moaned and closed my eyes, enjoying the slowly increasing tension deep inside me, and he nipped my earlobe with his teeth before whispering, “What do you say we just stay in bed all weekend? Think anyone would miss you?”

I tried to think straight, trailing kisses over Scott’s shoulder. “I have to be somewhere on Sunday, but…I could tell my roommates I’m at my parents’ place.”

Scott slid a finger a fraction of an inch inside me, and I tilted my hips, encouraging him further. He pulled his hand away with a chuckle, and I scowled up at him. “Tease.”

“Oh, so it’s okay if you do it, but when I do…”

“Damn right.” I kissed him hard, reaching down between us to guide him inside me, and he slammed me back against the wall, pressing himself deep. “Mmm, that’s good.”

He withdrew almost all the way, then drove back in, shocking the breath from my lungs in a cry of pleasure. “You like it rough, huh?”

“I like it any way you can give it—
oh!”

He slammed in again and again, keeping the pace slow, but deliciously hard. His breath was unsteady as he whispered against my lips. “Yeah? You like it
really
rough? You want me to spank your ass red and then fuck you till you scream?”

I’d never had fantasies like that before, but imagining them now got me impossibly hot. Had my sexual tastes changed so much in the past eight months? Had the failed suppression treatments done something to them? “Yeah…if I can spank yours back—
fuck!”

He laughed as I squirmed, pressed into the wall by his body. It felt like the only thing holding me up was his cock filling me, though I knew his hands were pinning my shoulders and my feet were firmly on the floor. “Come on, Holl. Let me hear you scream.”

I held his shoulders tightly as he increased the pace of his thrusts, losing some of the force but making up for it in speed. I called out instructions, curses, blasphemous prayers, my knees trembling with the effort of keeping me upright as he pushed me further and further towards release. As it had been the night before, the freedom to cry out as loudly as I wanted was an aphrodisiac. He ploughed into me over and over, and I shook with the intensity of my orgasm, moaning with each reflexive tightening of my pussy.

Scott ground me against the flexiwall with an answering cry, and I supported him in turn as we sank to our knees in the shower booth, pelted with warm water that felt like phantom caresses in my afterglow state. I cradled his head against my breast and he kissed my nipple breathlessly, then looked up at me with lazy amusement. “Now we’re gonna have to get clean again.”

“And then we go back to the bedroom and get dirty some more,” I agreed, scooping locks of wet hair out of my eyes. “Something tells me we’re gonna need a lot of showers.”

“If they’re all like this one, I can live with that.” Scott got to his knees, then returned to the floor, a handful of shampoo cupped in his palm. “Turn around.”

I complied, tilting back my head and letting Scott lather up my hair with attentive fingers. Once it was evenly covered in suds, he began to give me a scalp massage that felt almost as good as the satisfied warmth of my pussy. “Can I stay here forever?” I murmured, awash with contentment.

He tilted my head under the water again, beginning to wash away the soap. “Yeah.”

Neither of us chose to comment on the reality of the situation. The moment was too perfect to ruin.

Once we had cleaned up, we stood under the air-jets, drying off. Scott left me under them once he was done, and I attended to my long hair, which always took forever to dry compared to the rest of me. When I was finished, I took the comb the unit offered me and brushed out the residual tangles, then wrapped the sheet back around me and went to find Scott.

He had pulled on clean boxers, which would only end up on the floor soon enough, but I decided not to complain for now, scooping my clean panties from my bag and discarding the sheet again.

“Drop the panties if you want them to stay in one piece,” Scott told me with a grin, his eyes looking me up and down. I did, taking a step towards the bed, and he shook his head, holding up a hand. “Stay there for a moment.”

Puzzled, I did, and he just continued to stare at me from where he lay on the mattress, his gaze smouldering. “God, you’re amazing.”

Self-conscious, I looked down at myself. “Can I move now?”

He held out a hand, and I joined him on the bed. He kissed me with surprising gentleness, sending a pleasant tingle through my body. “I’m serious,” he said, still propped up on an elbow, gazing down at me. “I could just look at you all day.”

I couldn’t see what he was so mesmerised by, and rolled my eyes. “Then could you get me a book to read? I think I’m gonna get bored pretty quickly.”

Scott enfolded me in his arms, tangling his legs with mine. “Didn’t say I was going to—just that I could.”

“So what
are
you going to do?”

He kissed my forehead, and then said softly, “Something new.”

Next, he brushed a kiss over the tip of my nose, then found my lips. He lingered there for long moments, flicking his tongue against mine gently, but pulled back when I tried to deepen the kiss. “Not yet.”

I bit back the urge to ask him what he was up to and lay back dreamily as he kissed his way softly down my neck, punctuating the slow brushes of his lips with his tongue every now and then.

As he continued south, turning his attention to each of my breasts in turn, my mind began to skip ahead. I got the picture pretty quickly at that, and wriggled a little with anticipation as he nipped each nipple, then soothed it with his tongue.

He continued a gradual path down my stomach, past my navel, trailing horizontal lines of kisses back and forth over my abdomen. I closed my eyes as he kissed the spot over my pubic bone, just above my pussy.

Scott stopped and I felt his breath against my labia. Nothing else came, though, and I looked down at him impatiently. “What…?”

He gave me a quick, irresistible grin, then dipped his head between my thighs to trail his tongue slowly and lightly over the entire area. I sighed, spreading my legs wider for him, and he took the hint to move on. Holding my labia apart, he licked from my perineum all the way up to my clit, his tongue firm and warm and divine.

I made appreciative noises as he continued, letting him know where all my hot-spots were. His warm breath tickled against my skin as he licked and kissed, concentrating on my clit, changing techniques every few seconds to keep me on edge.

“More,” I whispered, twisting my fingers in the sheets to brace myself against the pleasurable onslaught. “More, more, m— Oh, God, right there!”

He eased a finger inside me, curling it just right, and I ground my clit against his tongue with a moan. He continued relentlessly, his laughter tickling my skin as I squirmed and pleaded, unsure whether I wanted him to carry on or back off to let me recover. I bucked against him as I came, almost sobbing at the strength of my climax, and he withdrew his fingers slowly, looking subtly pleased with himself.

I reached for him and, though he leant down to return my lazy kisses, he soon drew away. “I’m not done. Turn over.”

I did, and Scott positioned a pillow under my cheek, then got up from the bed. Stretching my limbs to the four corners of the bed, relishing the sensation of the cool sheets against my overheated body, I watched him move over to a chest of drawers in the corner and crouch, his back to me.

Nice ass…
I was too lazy to speak, but I enjoyed the show as he rummaged around in the bottom drawer, then returned holding a bottle of something. He caught my objectifying gaze on his underwear-covered erection and rolled his eyes. “I’ve never met anyone who loves sex the way you do.”

Again, the thought flitted through my mind that maybe I should be worried about my insatiable urges. Already, I ached to feel him inside me again, as if the dam I’d built to hide my unsuppressed state had cracked last night and now I couldn’t do anything but think about sex. If that was the case, I’d get caught for sure.

I shoved my anxiety to the back of my mind, chiding myself for the fatalistic thoughts. I didn’t need to worry about it until I left this safe space. Scott trailed kisses over my shoulder blades and uncapped the bottle of vanilla-scented massage lotion, and I resolved to enjoy the luxury of the present moment.

He started at my shoulders, warming up the lotion between his palms before getting started. His hands moved over muscles that had been perpetually tense since my first suppression procedure had failed, working out the slightly painful knots with a skill that made me groan appreciatively. “Where did you learn how to do that?”

“Practice.”

I felt a slight tug of jealousy, imagining his hands on other women, but rolled my eyes at myself. I wasn’t exactly virginal, either. “Practice on me as much as you want.”

Scott laughed softly. “I plan to—don’t worry about that.”

I drifted on daydreams, letting him relax every muscle in my shoulders, then work his way down my spine. Once he’d finished massaging me, he just caressed my skin, smoothing residual lotion into it until I was completely relaxed and content.

“Not asleep, are you?” he asked finally.

“No…but if I don’t move soon, I will be.”

He lay down beside me and kissed the tip of my nose, putting a hand on my shoulder to stop me as I tried to roll over to hug him. “Stay there as long as you want. Sleep if you need to.”

I wasn’t sure whether to smile or frown, but smiling was more in keeping with my overall mood right then. “Why are you being so considerate and selfless? I know you wanted to get off after you made me come, and I would have been happy to help…”

“Because you’ve been alone and scared for so long. I can’t even imagine that.” He stroked my hair gently. There was a light dusting of freckles across his nose that I hadn’t noticed before. They were only visible close up. When he smiled, they crinkled in a way that was kind of adorable…not that I’d ever say it aloud. “But don’t worry… I have a selfish streak that I’d be more than happy to show you later.”

“Looking forward to it.” I really was, which was another change since my three-strikes treatment. I used to think of sex as a give-and-take thing, and what was the point of giving without any take? But now I’d happily devote my attention to pleasing Scott for hours, without getting anything in return. Maybe I was just more mature these days.

Maybe you’re in love.

The thought made me laugh inwardly, though I kept it from Scott. There was no way I could have fallen for the guy in less than a week.

* * * *

We spent the next twenty-four hours in Scott’s room, cuddled up together under the blankets, talking and eating and watching netcasts in between sexscapades. Even when we were exhausted and on the verge of sleep, I still felt a primal urge deep within me, and the anxious part of my brain continued to worry, though I locked it out of my conscious thoughts.

When the time came for me to head over to my parents’ place for lunch, I pulled on my clothing with a heavy heart. I’d tasted a piece of my perfect life, and facing the real world wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again.

In my ideal fantasy existence, I could stay in bed with Scott for as long as I wanted, taking trips to the bathroom and maybe downstairs to the soundproofed kitchen or living room to liven things up a little. Food would be magically provided, and we wouldn’t need money or to worry about people finding us out.