Untimely You (12 page)

“Would you rather I lie? Tell you I don’t dream about taking you?”

My eyes flutter closed and my lips brush against his cold ones. I’m drunk—on his scent, on him, on life.

“I want to taste you again. I forget what you tasted like.” My words are a whisper against his mouth.

Fingers dig into my ass and he pulls me against his thick cock. “
You
can’t say shit like that.”

I can’t help it. I start rocking against him, seeking relief to douse the flames that have exploded from within. A small moan rushes from me. When my mouth brushes against his, he pulls me to him and his tongue darts out to meet mine. Our lips smash together as we both attempt to devour the other.

The boisterous people around us disappear as the world around us fades away. It’s as if only two hearts beat on the whole earth—his and mine.

I shamelessly buck against his cock now pressing on my clit and soon I’m shivering with the need to climax. He tugs his lips from mine and his hooded eyes drink me in.

“You have to stop or I’ll come.”

Whimpering, I fight to stop my movements but find his mouth again. Our kiss intensifies the moment his hand slips between us. At first, he fingers my clit over my panties. His touch, almost unsure, makes me dizzy and I’m soon focused only on the way his fingers move in slow, steady circles. But then, almost desperately, and as if the simple barrier is too much to have between us, he pushes the material down so he can run his fingertips over my flesh. Almost instantly, my nerves ignite and blaze through me like a thousand forest fires. We’re skin to skin, and I’m going to combust with his finger between the lips of my throbbing center.

I haven’t been touched in so long that I’m unravelling as quickly as I peaked. A shudder wracks through me when he finally pushes me over the edge of bliss and I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as I climax. His kiss devours my moans.

“So naughty,” he says with a growl and hugs me to him.

I peek over my shoulder to see if we’ve been had and I’m glad to see people are laughing. Others are flirting. A few are kissing. Nobody even notices us.

“That was…”

He chuckles and his mouth finds my ear. “Fucking amazing? I nearly came from the way you orgasmed without a care in the world. It was hot. So damn hot.”

His hardened cock remains thick and proud between us. I wish I could help him like he helped me.

“Come on,” he says before I can offer to jack him off. “I want to show you something.”

“I’m so cold,” I whine as we climb a steep staircase. Eric’s house is big, much like I’d expected Adrian’s to be, and I love it.

He glances over his shoulder at me and grins. “Don’t be a wimp.” I’d thrown my sweater dress on over my wet undergarments and he put on his slacks. With towels around our shivering bodies and the rest of our clothes in hand, we climb up to what must be the attic.

“What’s inside?”

“My favorite part of his house.”

He pushes open the door and finds the light. The ceilings come to a peak, so he has to hunch over to keep from hitting his head on the beams. I glance around the space and smile. A big television has been bolted on the ceiling on one side and the floor is nothing but a big round cushion beneath it.

“You might want to take off your wet clothes,” he says with a wolfish grin. “I promise to keep you warm.”

I peel off the offending garments and cover myself back up with the towel. Up here, away from everyone, things seem more real—not some lustful dream come true. He walks over to the door and locks it before lifting the lid on a chest and retrieving a large, soft blanket. When he makes his way back over to me, he tosses the blanket onto the cushions and drops his pants to the floor.

My eyes skim over him, from his muscular chest to his soaked boxers. His cock strains to be set free and I shiver wondering if it’ll have the chance. He seems to enjoy denying himself, and for once I wish he’d give in to his desires.

“So we’re going to watch a movie?”

“No.”

My heart races as my thoughts turn down Dirty Lane. He pushes down his wet boxers and strides back over to the light, giving me a spectacular view of his sculpted ass. The room turns black aside from the pale light seeping in from the round window at the end.

“Lose the towel.” His voice is deep and husky.

Obeying, I tug it away and toss it.

“Now get under the blanket.”

I smile. “Bossy much?”

“I’m used to getting my way.”

“Fair enough.”

I lie down on the soft cushions and bring the blanket up over my breasts. He slides underneath with me and wraps an arm around me. A moan nearly escapes me when he rubs his erection against the crack of my ass and he kisses the back of my shoulder.

“What are we doing?” I whisper. My body is hyperaware of every part of him that touches me. The skin sizzles with his heat and I want to squirm against him to feel more of him.

He sighs from behind me. “I don’t know but I like it.”

I
kissed her. Not just kissed her—I fucking devoured her.

I brought her to orgasm.

I nearly came when she was riding my cock.

The guilt hides in the back of my mind, but I force it away. It’s too easy to forget while being here at Eric’s. At home, the reminders are everywhere. Here, I can pretend. Pretend that Neesy is my world.

“This is nice,” she says. “I love the snow.”

Her words cut a hole in my heart and I choke out my reply. “I hate it. Tonight was the first time in twelve years that I wasn’t focused on the snow. The terrible reminder has always plagued me. But tonight, you made me forget—if only for a little while.”

She turns in my arms and I inhale her scent that can’t even be masked by the chlorine. It’s always there. Always her. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” The amusement in her voice cuts the thickness in the air.

“Don’t let it go to your head. I’m really an ass.”

She laughs and the sound beckons me. I pounce without hesitation. Our lips connect and I steal the humor from her throat and draw out a needy moan instead. My hand roams her breasts like I’ve craved to do for the last two months. They’re soft and warm beneath my fingertips. I want to bite them.

So I do.

Dragging my mouth away from her lips, I trail kisses down her throat and collarbone to her full tits. She lets out a hiss when I suck her nipple into my mouth. I nip at it and then suck again. Her hands find my hair and she tugs at it. My cock is so eager. So fucking eager.

Can I just forget for one night?

Just lose myself inside of Neesy?

Her legs part and the scent of her pussy, a faint musk, drags me from her tit and has me on a mission down south with my mouth. My tongue dips into her belly button before inching farther down.

“I want to taste this pussy so bad,” I mutter over the lips of her sex. “Are you wet for me?”

She whimpers and tries to draw her knees together. “I haven’t showered. I, uh…”

“I don’t give a fuck about that, Crazy. I just need to taste you. I’ve craved you for so fucking long.”

A yelp escapes her when I jerk her knees apart. The moonlight casts an eerie glow on her flesh making her seem otherworldly. It helps me on my mission to pretend we’re in another world, just she and I.

I rub my thumbs over her clit before pulling apart her lips to reveal all of the parts of her pretty, pink pussy. Dragging one thumb down her slit, I barely push into her to see if she’s wet. My thumb easily slides in and I groan with pleasure.

“So goddamned wet, Neesy. You must want my cock inside of you, don’t you?”

She grips her tits and pinches her nipples. “Yes, please.”

I drag my gaze from the beautiful woman and run my tongue up her slit, collecting her juices along the way. An
Oh God
belts from her the moment I suck on her clit. The urge to drive her crazy with my tongue is strong, but my dick also begs to have his turn.

I want all of her pussy. Inside and out. With the hunger of a starved man, I lick and nibble every crevice of her. My fingers explore and probe of their own accord. I’m lost to my ravenous actions when her thighs quiver and clench around my head.

“Shit!”

I smile but don’t stop—if anything, I increase the pressure and my tongue flickers in a more frenzied dance. She cries out and her body shudders wildly the moment she reaches her climax. My mind starts to slip into the past—to remember how I once drove another woman wild with my touch—and I have to derail that train of thoughts.

Focus on Neesy.

Be in the now.

“Make love to me.” Her voice, so sweet, jerks me into the present.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby. So hard it hurts.”

She grabs my biceps and urges me to her. I climb over her and tease her slick pussy with the tip of my cock. There’s no going back now. Once I do this, it can’t be undone.

What if she wakes up?

Guilt begins to seep through the cracks of my armored façade. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Adrian, it’s okay. We don’t have to,” she whispers her assurance.

It’s enough. Enough to pull me from my dark thoughts. I choose to kiss her first. To distract myself.

“I want to forget, just for one night, Neesy. Can you give me one night?”

She threads her fingers in my hair and draws my mouth to hers. “If that’s all I’ll get, I’ll take it.”

Now, guilt hangs in the air for a different reason. I’m using her—fucking using her and she’s okay with it.

“Thank you,” I mutter as I grab my cock and begin to push into her. “Oh fuck! Jesus Christ it’s been so fucking long!”

Her tight cunt grips my cock better than my hand ever does and my vision goes black with pleasure. My mouth finds hers and I suck on her tongue as I push fully into her.

I should ask her if she’s clean. Ask if she’s on birth control. Any-fucking-thing that resembles any form of responsibility. But, as if I’m some virgin teenager, all I can think about is fucking her until we’re both exhausted and sated.

Her fingers slide down my back and grip my ass, spurring me on. And like a bull being released from the gates, I start bucking into her without restraint. Our teeth bump together and I groan into her with each thrust.

“Damn, you’re so…” I trail off. “I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

She whimpers and slips her fingers between us. As she touches herself while I fuck her, I find it harder and harder to hang on. And thank fuck she starts to quiver with another orgasm. The second her pussy contracts around my dick, I explode.

Twelve years of need.

A man needing the touch of a woman.

A man seeking the release from a woman.

A man letting go of guilt and self-loathing, if only for a moment.

“Oh fucking hell, Nees,” I murmur as I throb, pouring the rest of my seed into her. “You’re perfect. So goddamned perfect.”

She hugs me to her and presses a sweet kiss against my lips. “Was that good?”

I roll us over to our sides and brush the hair out of her eyes. “So fucking good. I’ve been needing that for a long time. I’m sorry if it wasn’t good for you, though.”

A sexy, throaty chuckle echoes throughout the room. “Are you kidding me, Adrian? That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I have bad luck in the sex department. Well, there’s not really a department. There’d have to be action for there to be a department and—”