Seven
Dave
I shouldn’t have done anything at all. I should have walked away. But there was no way I was going to be able to do that. Not with her looking like she did, and not with her saying what she was saying. A man shouldn’t be asked to have that kind of self-control no matter how much he ought to know better.
So I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her. I knew better. I was going to be gone soon. Just another few days, and then I’d be leaving her behind. She knew that, too, but sometimes people make bad decisions. Sometimes I make bad decisions, too.
I pressed my lips into hers, and she pulled her body tight against mine, kissing back. I pulled away, my pulse thumping in my neck, adrenaline starting to pump in my gut.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Laura growled. I only had the one protest in me. When she said those words I knew that I wasn’t going to stop myself a second time.
My lips dropped below her jaw and started to press kisses against the sensitive skin of her throat. I could hear Laura’s breath growing harsh and fast. I wanted to hear more of her, hear her moans, hear her really let loose. But that wasn’t going to happen, and we both knew it.
So instead, I did something that was a much worse idea: I sucked on her neck until I knew that it was going to show. I don’t care what other people are going to think. When I pulled away there was a soft red mark, one that I didn’t think was going to fade with an hour’s time.
She may not be mine in ten days, but for the time that I’m here, she’s going to be marked by me. Everyone will know that she’s owned.
Her hand pressed against my stomach, pressing into hard muscle. She started to ease it lower, her fingers walking a line down my middle until she reached the top of my jeans, and then walking lower still. Down my body ‘til she was feeling me through the thick fabric.
Even through a zipper and several layers of denim, folded up to make a nice, heavy-wearing garment I could feel her touching me, and I could feel the electric sensation of pressure driving me up a wall.
“You like that, don’t you?”
It was my turn for my breath to catch in my throat, to sound ragged and needy and demanding. “Don’t tease me.”
She looked up at me and batted her eyelashes demurely. “No? Why not?” Then she started to drift down to her knees, her hand still rubbing the front of my jeans.
“God… I just… don’t.”
“After all those years that you teased me?”
“Don’t hold high school against me.”
“I’ll hold whatever I want to against you, David Collins. And if that means…” She paused to bring her face dangerously close to my crotch without ever making a real move to take my hardness out of them. “If that means that you get teased, then you get teased.”
I sucked in a breath. “You sure that’s what you want?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“You might end up regretting it,” I say, trying to make my voice sound vaguely threatening.
“Who says I’d regret it?”
She let the question hang in the air a moment before reaching up to undo the button of my jeans, and then worked the fly until I was standing proud of the opening of my jeans, my hardness straining against the fabric of my boxers.
“God,” I growled. “I should have done this years ago.”
She didn’t respond to that, just pulled the boxers down a little bit, enough that my cock sprung loose and stared her in the face.
“You think so, huh?”
I took a deep breath in and leaned back against the counter. It didn’t creak under my weight.
“Yeah,” I said softly. An image flashed in my mind, halfway remembered. Something about the smell and the sensation of her hand gripping my shaft aroused a memory, faint even in focus.
Then she took me into her mouth and I lost my mind and the memories it held. The only thing that existed was the feeling of her lips wrapped around my shaft and giving me the pleasure that I needed. Pleasure that was all-encompassing and impossible.
“God, that’s good,” I growled. It was an effort not to take her hair in my hands and force her to move faster.
I let her move at her own pace for a minute. But the temptation grew, and grew. I pulled her away and looked her in the eyes.
“I’m going to move, now,” I said.
She didn’t respond except to start sucking again. I grabbed her head and thrust my hips. It caught in her throat and she made a soft choking noise as I pulled back. My body wanted to keep moving, keep going deeper and deeper until I was practically all the way to her stomach. But I forced myself to stay to a slow, controlled rhythm.
Then I pushed her away.
“No more,” I said. My breaths were coming hard and fast and my head needed to clear. But even then I had trouble controlling myself. Even knowing what was still to come. “Stand up.”
She did, taking my offered hand and pulling herself to her feet. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes. “Where?”
She blinked for a moment and then seemed to realize what I was asking. Where do we go for the next part? She mouthed to follow her, and started moving through the house. I pulled myself back into my pants, the fabric now a hundred times rougher against the over-sensitive head of my cock after coming so close to going over the edge.
She led me to another bedroom. It was sitting open and looked practical. Very much like her, in a way. There was more to do, though, and none of it involved reading into her choice of furnishing. I stepped inside and turned in time to see her close the door and lock it by pressing the button on the knob.
I took her around the waist and picked her up. We still had to be quiet, I reminded myself, in spite of the fact that I’d like nothing more than to go to down on her. In fact, we needed to be quieter than ever. I dropped her on the bed gently, her momentum carrying her backward so that she was laying on the bed.
The dress wasn’t designed to be laid back in, and with her proportions it barely managed to contain her breasts. I took a breath through my teeth and ducked to my knees, pushed the hem of her dress up and over her hips.
“No panties?” I kept my voice low and soft.
She shrugged, then smiled. Then she winked.
“Is that a problem?”
I didn’t bother to answer. I was too busy taking her thighs up onto my shoulders and digging in. There was too much to be done for me to want to bother with talking any more than was absolutely necessary. She didn’t complain either.
“You don’t have to…”
I cut her off by digging my face into her. She tasted strong and sexy, like a woman ought to. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I might be able to do it more, but I don’t usually want to. Laura’s the exception to the rule.
I fought her squirming as I played with her on my tongue, exploring her folds and used the flat of my tongue to pleasure her.
I felt her entire body stiffen at once, and then as it relaxed I rose and freed myself once again from the confines of my underwear, pressing my weight down on her and entering her in a swift movement. Her shuddering gasp was encouragement enough. I gave her a moment to adjust before I started moving, but only a moment. Then I pulled my hips back and drove them home again. Her body tightened up in the middle and she reached out for my neck. Her hands wrapped around the back and pulled me in for a kiss.
Our lips pressed together as I thrust into her. My lips found her throat again, and I left her another mark. Her voice was low, but I could hear it with her mouth right beside my ear. I let out a groan as I felt myself approaching my end, and then I let out a long breath and shuddered as I finished.