Emma Hillman (6 page)

Feeling herself start to choke, she pressed her hands on the top of his thighs and felt her nails bite into his skin. He immediately let up and swore. “What the fuck?”

“I was gonna gag! Don’t ever do that again!”

“Oh.” He relented as he sat back down. “Sorry about that. I’m a bit anxious.”

“You think? Just sit back and enjoy, Kevin. I know what to do, don’t worry.”

“I know you do. You’ve sucked me once before, babe.”

“Then what’s your freaking problem?”

He looked down at her this time and sighed, “There is no problem.”

She beamed up at him. “Good.”

Making sure not to put his hands on her head, he closed his eyes once again and felt his body start to tense. Her mouth was running all over him, her fingers drawing patterns over his balls. Then she switched and suddenly she was sucking on his head, her right hand tightening around his base. Fuck, she knew what she was doing, that was for sure.

She was sex-personified these days. Oh, he’d screwed a few other women since the last time he’d been with her after that fateful supermarket encounter. But it never had been as good as when he was with her. She just knew what to do to get him into a state, where nothing else mattered than to push inside her and come. Hard.

He wanted to pound into her until she screamed his name, just like last time. But not here. Later, he promised himself. One day, he’d take her back to his place and let her play with his cache of toys. The thought spurred him on and before he knew it, he was coming in sharp jets into her mouth.

* * * *

“My turn.”

She blinked as he grabbed her arms and pulled her up. He sat her down in the seat beside him and immediately knelt on the carpeted floor.

“Kev?”

“Try to stay quiet, baby.” He smirked up at her as he repeated her words back to her.

“Very funny,” she muttered, her legs widening under the pressure of his torso.

He flicked her skirt up her thighs, a soft sigh resounding between them as he spied her wet folds.

“Lovely,” he said as he traced her slit with one agile finger.

Her hips bucked, “Please.”

“I’m gonna take my time, baby. Better get used to it.”

Take his time? What did that mean? She needed something here, damn it! But she couldn’t yell at him to hurry up because they were in a movie theatre and there were other people only a few rows below.

Fuck! She raked her nails in his hair but he didn’t take the hint and lean down. No, instead he seemed weirdly focused on looking at her. Argh!

Feeling very relaxed after having come so hard, Kevin felt like repaying her. Actually he wanted to feel her come all over him, be it his tongue, his fingers… his cock. Licking his lips, he watched as his fingers opened her. Her clit was already throbbing, almost as if it was waving at him to come down and play with it.

He reached down and touched it with the pad of one finger.

She hissed and arched her back, clearly telling him wordlessly that he should continue. Or rather, do something more.

“I get it, baby,” he whispered as he brushed it once again. Twice. Three times. Keeping it soft but his touch focused on where it was the most pleasurable.

When her hips started bucking wildly, he stopped and centered his administrations downwards. He let the tip of his finger enter her then retreat. She was so wet and warm inside he felt his cock stir at the thought of thrusting inside her.

Her voice just above a whisper, she grabbed his free hand and said, “Lick me.”

He looked up at her hungry eyes, her fingers clenched tight around his. “Here?” She nodded. “Now?”

Her lips parted and he knew she was going to say something, probably very loudly, so to cut her short he propped her legs up above his shoulders and leaned down.

“Oh god.” Another one of her sexy whispers drifted over his head.

But he was already too far gone, her scent washing over him. He hadn’t been so close since that evening at her house. He recalled how he’d pulled her out of the water, sitting her on the tub’s ledge so he could have some fun with her. How she’d screamed as she’d come, falling back into the water with a splash. It’d been pretty amazing and he wanted that again. Well, apart from the screaming of course.

He kept his finger poised inside her entrance as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her folds. Her thighs clenched around his neck but she managed not to make a sound.

Grinning inwardly, he started flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, pushing his finger deeper inside her. Bit by bit, he tugged on the leash of her desire, pulling her closer and closer to a brilliant climax.

He swapped so that his tongue thrust into her while he locked two fingers around her clit and tugged.

She bucked hard against him and he felt her contract. Soon then. Very soon, he thought as she grabbed onto his hair and pulled.

He winced at the pain but then, he’d hurt her earlier too. Deciding he’d complain later, he focused on her pleasure and brought her to her peak quickly. Now that he’d found out what she liked best, he let go and had some fun.

A squeal left her mouth, soon cut off by her clamping her lips shut. A low growl rang deep in her throat however, her nails digging into his head.

Her hips bucked and he felt her wetness cover his tongue. He lapped her greedily and she came a second time, surprising him and even herself.

She slumped back into her seat, feeling decidedly worn out. But god, what a way to spend one’s evening.

* * * *

She hadn’t been able to move from her seat after that fateful second orgasm so he’d been the one to pull her skirt back down. Sitting himself beside her, he looped his arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer. They watched the end of the movie in silence: no hands moving on dangerous territory, no kisses breaking the moment, just two normal people at the movies.

Except Kevin could still taste her on his lips and she couldn’t help but remember the way he’d felt as he’d thrust into her mouth.

Nerves taut, they blinked at the sudden bright lights that indicated the end of the film. They stood up and looked at each other, clearly wondering what to do next. Usually, she thought, that was when he said bye and turned around, leaving her to stare at his retreating back.

Except this time he was staying put. “Wanna go somewhere else?”

She nodded, understanding his silent question. They had unfinished business. She could feel it in her veins, the need to have him inside her. All around her. She wanted him and soon please. “Where?”

“Club?”

She nodded once more and followed him outside. She’d made a point of parking next to his car so it wasn’t difficult to fol ow his SUV as it exited the parking lot. He drove to a club on the outskirts of town, one with a bad reputation but perfect for their next adventure. Sliding out of her sports car, she looked at the silhouettes of naked women blinking over the club’s doors. Strippers. Of course. Shaking her head, she didn’t see him join her but her body felt his nearness. His hand resting on the small of her back, he directed her towards the entrance.

Pounding music welcomed them. Kevin motioned a waitress for two cocktails and as they sat down in front of the podium, she grew faint. What was she doing here? She couldn’t compete with these...these women! Unblinking, she stared at the one gyrating on stage, twirling around a pole as if her life depended on it. Fuck! She was so Kevin’s type too. All lithe body and long blonde hair. Okay so her breasts were obviously fake, she surmised as they stayed put while the woman danced. But still, the nameless stripper looked a hell of a lot better than she did, even on her good days!

She bit hard on her lower lip and looked around them. Where was the exit? She should leave him to have fun on his own. He could even ask one of them for a lap dance or more.

“All right?” Kevin’s voice flittered in her ear.

She turned in her seat to face him, her eyes wide. “I don’t know.”

He frowned, “What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t tell him she was scared he’d run off with one of these women. She was supposed to be in control here! But usually they were alone and she didn’t have any competition. If he wanted some, she was there. But this, this was different. “I should go.”

“No,” he replied, hooking his arm around her neck and pulling her towards him. “Not until I say you can.”

“What? Why?”

“I want you.” He traced her lips with his eyes. “And we’re gonna fuck.”

Riiight. “Here?”

“Yeah. We’ll get a private room.”

He’d really thought this through apparently. “Do this often?”

“Come here? Yeah. Why?”

Oh man, she hadn’t needed to know that! “Had sex with any of them?” She couldn’t help but ask, nodding towards the strippers now all on stage.

“Yeah. Jealous?”

YES! She wanted to shout but knew better than to say that one out loud. She shrugged instead and hoped her poker face held. “Which one?”

He pointed to the one in front, the one she’d thought was his type. “That one. Name’s Kendra.”

Of course it was. “And?”

“Not bad. Tits are fake but I’ve felt worse.”

“Oh.”

“She’s not as good as you though.”

“Really?” Shit, why had she asked that? She was supposed to have some pride!

“Yeah.” He bent down and brushed his lips over hers. “You touch me and I grow hard. You’re like an obsession, baby. I can’t seem to stop wanting you.”

Her eyes closed just as her hands pulled on his neck. She took his mouth into a deep kiss, letting him take over after a while. They ignored everyone else in the club and instead focused on the feel of each other.

Kevin broke the kiss and drew back, “Are you getting wet?”

“Truthfully?” He nodded. “No. This ain’t doing anything for me,” she nodded towards the still gyrating women. Shoot, didn’t they ever take a break? Could that really be good for their backs? They already had their boobs’ weight to carry!

“Nothing?”

“Nope.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, clearly perplexed. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I’d probably like it if we moved into that private room and had fun together.” Without having to look at these women. Without Kevin watching them and comparing.

“That all?”

“Pretty much. I’m easy.”

He grinned, “No kidding.”

She grimaced, catching what she’d said. Of course she was easy! He asked, or sometimes even didn’t go that far, and she opened her legs for him. Welcomed him there even! “Shoot. Okay, can we relocate then?”

“Relocate away, baby.”

He was still grinning by the time he’d talked it through with the club’s owner, a barely-clad waitress showing them the way upstairs. It was in fact a soundproof cabin, complete with a fake leather booth and darkened lights.

“Nice,” she said sarcastically.

He shrugged, “It’ll do. Okay, strip.”

She jerked away at his order. “Excuse me?”

“I haven’t seen you naked in ages, babe. Strip!”

“Why?” No, no, no, she was shaking inwardly. He’d just seen those naked women downstairs. He didn’t need her too!

“Don’t make me mad.” His eyes flashed.

“I don’t need to get naked to fuck.” She valiantly tried but he was already grabbing the hem of her top.

“Strip or I do it for you.” His voice had lowered but the intent was clear.

“Are you gonna strip too?”

“Fuck!” He growled two seconds before he tugged her top up and obscured her view. He tugged and tugged some more but it was blocked around her head.

She could hear him start to get really angry, wondering if he was going to tear it off. It never came to that thankfully as he finally managed to pull it off her. He threw it with a vengeance towards the opposite end of the room before grabbing her skirt and pulling it down. She yelped when he knelt at her feet and forced her to take it off, kicking it far away.

“Kev?”

He looked up then, his eyes taking a slow and deliberate tour of her body.

At least, the lights were low in here, she thought as he stared at her some more. She only had her bra on left but he didn’t seem in a great hurry to remove it.

“Now that’s more like it,” he finally said with a smirk.

“I don’t agree,” she replied straight away, watching as his smirk wiped away.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It’ll be better if you were naked too.”

One eyebrow cocked, he stood up and lounged against the wall. “Have at it then.”

“Really?”

“You want my clothes off, you take them off.”

“Ohhh.” She felt her insides clench. She got to undress him? Woohoo! Jackpot! She hurried to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Can I touch you everywhere I want?” she whispered as his chest appeared in front of her very eyes. “Can I?”

He chuckled, apparently amused by her reaction. “I guess so. As long as I like it.”

“Oh, you will,” she fervently replied, her fingertips grazing the skin she’d uncovered.

“What do you have in mind?” His hands cupped her waist.

“I want to lick your chest then I’m gonna kneel down and trace your tats with the tip of my tongue. I’ve always wanted to do that, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” He growled, his palms sliding up her sides until they were brushing the undersides of her breasts. “What else?”

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and watched it pool on the floor. Resting her hands on his chest, she drew them down slowly until they reached his belt. “I...“ She felt her body start to lose control. “I just want to feel you inside me.”

He bent down and whispered across her parted lips, “I know.”

He kissed her again but this time, his hands got busy too. Flicking her bra open, he tugged it down her arms until it joined his shirt at their feet. She kicked them away as she opened his pants and pulled them down. Kevin growled deep in his throat when he felt her hands on his erection, pushing her until her back hit the wall. They never stopped kissing, tension rising in the air around them.

“No, no, no.” Her breath came out in short gasps as she pushed on his shoulders. “It’s my turn! I wanna lick you!” Kevin’s eyes had darkened and as he stared at her, she wondered if he was going to let her do what she wanted. “Please, Kevin. I want to see your tattoos from up close.”