Describing their kiss as heated would’ve been an understatement. It was fiery, scalding, scorching. Their lips met, held and melded with breath-taking forcefulness. Kelly tore her mouth from Spencer’s so she could drag in a shaky breath, but Spencer yanked her right back into the kiss. His arms came around her upper back, drawing her closer to him.
“Ah!” she whimpered at the immediate pleasure that pulsed through her when her body met his. He was everything she needed in a man; muscular, warm and hard. She gripped the sides of his t-shirt, pressing herself even closer to him so she could feel more of his delicious length riding against her body as they kissed.
Damn! The man could kiss. His lips teased hers mercilessly as his tongue spurred with hers. His taste, minty and fresh, intoxicated her. It left her craving him with astounding desperation. The more she drank of him, the more she needed. Her knees buckled under the pressure of that need. Were it not for Spencer catching her, she would’ve melted into a puddle at his feet.
Before she knew it, he lifted then tossed her on the bed. He only paused to throw the condom she hadn’t even realized he was carrying on the nightstand before he joined her on the bed. Sitting up, Kelly reached for him. Her palm cupped his nape and dragged him to her for another heated kiss.
If she wasn’t turned on already, the feel of his hand on her naked thigh as they kissed would’ve driven her there. Goosebumps rose where his fingers skimmed, leaving her squirming and begging for more. He moved his hands to her waist and squeezed, sending a stab of desire straight to her core.
Still kissing her, he urged her to lie on the bed before coming over her. Even though only half his body was atop her, their new position sucked all the air out of her lungs. There was just something about having his hard chest pressing into her breasts and his thigh riding against her pussy that sent a jolt of heat soaring within her. Her shorts were thin enough that she felt each and every muscle in his thigh as it teased her. Her core moistened even further when he pushed her braids to the side of her shoulder and moved his lips from hers so he could place open-mouthed kisses on her throat and shoulders.
“Spencer,” she whimpered as she pushed her fingers into his hair.
His mouth left a trail of fire on her skin as it journeyed to the strap on her right shoulder. With his teeth, he pulled that strap down to her upper arm. His other hand came to her other shoulder and dragged the strap there down. Then he yanked her top down.
Her breasts popped out like they’d just been waiting for this moment. Spencer’s eyes darkened as he took her in. Kelly shifted needily as she waited for him to do something, anything. She sucked in a sharp breath when his hands closed over her breasts. That sharp breath transformed into cries when he began to squeeze them, push them together and caress her.
“So damn pretty.” He groaned, long and low, as he massaged her tits expertly.
If Kelly wasn’t already lying on the bed, she would’ve collapsed from the pleasure and pressure that ricocheted through her body because of his expert touch. Her nipples, like bullets, dug into his palms, and her pussy rode his thigh. Need scorched a path through every nerve in her body leaving them vibrating like strings that were tied too tight. But it was when he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her hard nipple that her world began to spin.
“Oh!” She cried out as her body jolted off the bed.
“You like that?” Spencer asked, his dark eyes watching her intently.
“Ye-” She started but her ability to talk vanished the moment his tongue flicked that nipple again. And when he finally took her aching tip completely into his mouth, the only sounds she could utter were moans and whimpers.
“So sweet,” he whispered almost to himself in between gorging on her like she was the sweetest, gourmet meal.
The sensations careening through Kelly were so powerful that she barely noticed Spencer working her camisole down her torso then lower, taking her shorts with them. She only realized she was completely naked when a sudden breeze raised goosebumps on her skin. By then it was too late because Spencer’s hand was already skating between her inner thighs.
“Oh!” She jerked convulsively when he touched her there. Right there!
“You’re already wet,” Spencer rasped as he brought his lips to her cheek, but Kelly barely heard his words. All her attention was on the hand between her thighs. He was right about her being wet. Her honey coated his fingers the moment he pressed his finger between her nether lips.
“Spence- ah!” Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he finally found her clit.
The light flick of his finger on her throbbing nub sent electric need zipping through her. Before she knew it, she was spreading her legs wider so he could do it again. He flicked again, then rolled it around, and around, and around…
When Kelly opened her mouth to scream, Spencer sealed his lips over hers swallowing that scream. His kiss was almost as spell-binding as the feel of his finger expertly working her clit. It couldn’t get any better, could it?
Apparently, it could.
He dipped his finger in, and she almost felt apart. After getting that finger nice and wet, he brought it back up so he could circle her swollen clit slowly, slowly, slowly.
“So tight!” Spencer murmured against her cheek as he pushed that finger back in. He drew it back out then pumped it back in. In. Out. In. Out. Soon, he had an erotic rhythm going on.
“Oh- ah-ah- there-” Her little cries echoed in the room.
How could one man do this to her? Drive her so crazy? Kelly brought her hand to her breast, massaging the swollen flesh in time to his rhythmic pumping. The sensations that raced through her body were so foreign, so amazing, that all she could do was close her eyes and enjoy them.
“Spencer!” She screamed when he worked a second finger in. “Please!”
She wasn’t even sure what she wanted, but apparently, he knew her better than she knew herself.
He pushed those two fingers deeper into her. “Is that what you want?”
She nodded, then moaned when he started to move those fingers faster, then screamed when his pumps got harder. In. Out. In. Out. Ah. Spencer. She was squirming, crying, calling his name with each hard, long pump.
She wound her arms around his back and her fingers clung to his t-shirt as her hips bucked to meet his strokes. Helpless in the face of his merciless taunting, she clutched his back, all she could do was writhe on the bed and let pleasure seize her.
It took her. Fast and hard.
It exploded within her leaving her convulsing and writhing in its wake. She gasped, sighed and trembled as the ache within her melted then cooled into a satisfying warmth. Spencer sealed his mouth over hers to swallow her sigh, and soon they were kissing again.
This kiss was sweeter, more tender. It was deep and slow, and it brought her smoothly back to earth. Soon, she realized that she was the only one naked here. It wasn’t fair. She grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and dragged it upwards. They both sat up so she could get rid of the offending fabric before she shoved him back to the bed.
Surprise flashed in Spencer’s eyes as he stared up at her. That surprise soon turned into pleasure when she bent over him and locked her lips over his for a hot, wild and fast kiss. Did he really think he was the only one who could drive people crazy? Smiling wickedly, she kissed a path down his strong throat. She could be just as bad as him.
She reached for his belt.
WHEN KELLY HAD reached for his belt, Spencer hadn’t imagined that she’d go this far. He certainly hadn’t expected her to strip him of all his clothes before masterfully taking control of his body.
“Fuck!” He growled low in his throat as he pushed her braids aside so he could see her face as she worked his cock.
The way her lush lips were parted around his shaft.
The way she flicked her tongue over its tip.
The way she drew him deeper into her mouth then suckled…
“Kelly.” He closed his eyes as pleasure speared through him with toe-curling intensity. Her mouth was like a furnace, furiously scorching every inch of self-control he had. Before he knew it, he was arching upwards trying to push more of himself into her mouth. And she took it all, lowered her mouth until she had almost all of him between her lips. She wrapped her hand around the last inches of him, taunting him with firm up and down strokes.
“Ah… oh.” Spencer covered his face with both hands as need, almost like pain, stabbed through him. Her fingers were like a warm, tight glove, unhurriedly stroking him, while her mouth worked the top of his shaft. His sac tightened and began to bubble, threatening to explode. He sucked in his stomach and mentally started counting sheep, trying to hold on for as long as he could. But Kelly was too good. She suctioned him hard then hummed. That hum was his undoing. It sent exquisite vibrations from his shaft, straight to his balls.
It was too much.
Without conscious thought, he dug his fingers into her braids and drew her head backwards. As his shaft exited her mouth with a pop, her surprised gaze flew upwards to him. Her lips parted as if in protest, but he didn’t give her time to voice that protest. He dragged her up his body by her upper arms and sealed their lips.
The kiss was as frantic and as violent as the rushing of blood in his ears. Wild desire driving him, he blindly reached for the package on the nightstand. He eased away from Kelly so he could wrap up, but the moment he was done, he dragged her back over him. His hand swept down her spine, to her ass and lower still. Grabbing his cock, he lined it with her entrance.
“Oooh!” His groan mingled with her whimper as he started to push in.
She was so tight, so warm. Needing to be in her completely, he gripped her buttocks with both hands as he arched upwards and shoved himself deeper in. Not content with being a passive participant, Kelly lowered to meet his long stroke. Then finally he was completely inside her.
They both had to take a break for a minute as sensations careened and bounced between them. Spencer had never felt this kind of pleasure, never even imagined that it existed. Being inside Kelly was more amazing than he could put into words. They fit so perfectly together that it was ridiculous.
With him still inside her, Kelly sat up. Her palms firmed on his chest and her eyes locked with him. Then she started to ride.
Damn, the lady she could ride. Spencer felt like a stallion who’d just found his mistress. Kelly rode him slowly. She rode him expertly. She rode him thoroughly. Her pussy swallowed him whole as she came down, then gripped him tight, refusing to let go as she rose. Her gaze was shadowed and intense as she worked her hips up and down him. With each downward stroke, she took him completely inside her then spat him out the next second.
He was going crazy. He was going mad.
As if the feel of her tight pussy gripping him like a vise wasn’t bad enough, watching her breasts jiggle with each jerky movement was enough to make him lose whatever marbles he had left. He reached upwards to squeeze and massage her lush breasts in time to her riding. Her moans, whimpers and the way she bit her lip in response catapulted him right into ‘fuck it’ mode. Fast as lightning, he flipped her over so he was the one over her.
Then he took the lead.
He forced his arms under her knees then shoved his shaft completely into her. If he could leash himself, he would’ve slowed his strokes to prolong the moment. But she had him too far gone. She’d driven too far past the edge of craziness.
He jabbed into her with long, hard strokes to match the stab of his tongue in her mouth. The feel of her hands sweeping over his back to grip his ass sent even more frantic need shooting through him. Everything in the room disappeared, leaving just the two of them. All he could see, all he could feel, all he could hear was Kelly. And he wanted more of her.
All of her.
He tore his lips from hers to watch her as he fucked her. Her expression was a satisfying mask of lust and pleasure. But he wanted to see her eyes.
“Look at me,” he ordered harshly even as he continued to pump his cock within her.
Her pussy tightened around him, but she didn’t open her eyes.
“Look at me,” he repeated. This time, he shoved his cock so hard into her, she jolted and her eyelids flew open.
There it was. That almost animalistic desperation that told him she loved this just as much as he did. It shadowed her eyes, turning them almost black as she stared up at him.
The wild look in her eyes was the scissor that cut the final thread holding him back. His strokes got faster and shorter. He pumped harder. He felt her begin to shake and convulse just seconds before his own tremors began. The boiling in his balls was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. It only worsened when Kelly started crying out as her pussy trembled and milked his shaft. She was coming.
Grimacing, Spencer pressed his forehead to her temple as he sped up.
Faster. Faster. Faster…
“Aaah.” The dam broke and flooded them both. Drowning in exquisite sensations, he forced himself as far up inside her as he could. He held himself there, rigid and still, as he exploded.
Long after his release had subsided, Spencer was still gasping, and his heart was still thumping like a rogue drum. Kelly had wrung him dry, and it felt wonderful. His arm tightened around her waist as he spooned her. Though he was no longer aching, he couldn’t bring himself to let her go. The feel of her back against his chest, her ass cradled in his groin and her legs tangled with his, sent warmth and tenderness flowing through him like a spring.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew that this need to keep her close was a primitive urge to dominate, an urge to make it clear that she was his woman. It should’ve given him pause. It didn’t. Instead, he pushed his nose into her neck and held her tighter.
Kelly was so quiet that he thought she might’ve fallen asleep. But then she sighed. It was such a loud and sad sigh that it had him lifting up on one elbow to stare down at her. He found her staring at the wall ahead with a blank look as if deep in thought.
Concern streaked through him. “Are you okay?”
“Mm.” She nodded then closed her eyes.
Her response should’ve been enough to satisfy him. It didn’t. It left him haunted by a lingering unease as he settled back behind her. He took a breath then squeezed her. Maybe if he held her tight enough, that unease would disappear.
It didn’t.
And Kelly sighed again.
This time he had no doubt that something was wrong. Deep inside, he already knew the reason for her sighs but he didn’t want to acknowledge it. He closed his eyes and pressed his nose to her shoulder, willing her to go to sleep and stop sighing.
She sighed again.
With a sigh of his own, Spencer turned her in his arms until they were lying face-to-face. For a long while, he just watched her expression, noting the shadows in her eyes as she stared right back at him. Though she didn’t speak, her sad eyes said everything she wanted to say, and it sent pain stabbing straight to his heart.
His throat tight, he murmured, “Don’t regret it.”
Even as he said the words, he knew that they were useless. Her eyes told him that she already regretted sleeping with him. Disappointment stabbed at his heart. Though he understood where she was coming from, he hated the fact that their pleasure was a source of guilt for her.
She watched him for a moment then whispered, “I can’t help it.”
“Kelly, please.” His tone was soft and pleading as he curled his fingers around her wrist.
He didn’t even know what he was asking her for, but what he was sure of was that he wanted to be like other couples. He wanted to cuddle, laugh, drift together into sleep and to wake up the next day happy to just be with each other.
In that moment, he realized something; that he really did want them to be a couple. And even though this wasn’t the right time to confront her with his feelings, he whispered, “I like you.”
“It doesn’t matter.” The look in her eyes was as distant as it was empty. “It’s time to stop now.”
No, he didn’t want to stop. Feeling a strange pain in his chest, he asked, “Why?”
She pulled her wrist from his grip and sat up against the headboard. Pulling the covers to her chin and drawing her limbs almost to her chin, she murmured, “You know why.”
His gaze on her, he sat up too. “Because of your dad?”
Her blank gaze on the wall ahead, she nodded curtly. “Because of my dad.”
“What about me?” Frustration bit at him. His voice was low and intense as he studied her. “What am I to you?”
His question brought life to her gaze. Her eyes flashed as she turned them to him. But she didn’t answer.
So Spencer continued, “I know I’m a bastard for coming after you even after everything that happened between us.” He wetted his suddenly dry lips. “But I can’t help it. I like you. I like you a lot.”
In a flat monotone voice, she said, “Well, stop.”
“Stop?” He laughed, but there was no humor in the grating sound. “Do you think I would’ve fallen for you if I had a choice?” He pushed out a long sigh. “It just happened. I wish I could stop it. Damn, I wish I could stop it. But I can’t. Neither can you, otherwise I wouldn’t even be here right now.”
Protest flashed in her eyes, and her lips parted. But no words emerged.
He wasn’t surprised. They both knew he was right.
Cupping her shoulder with one hand, he asked, “Can you really claim that you don’t have any feelings for me?”
“I don-” She pressed her fist to her chest as if her heart was actually hurting as she said, “I can’t. I can’t have feelings for you.”
“You already have feelings for me.” He could see it in the stiff set of her shoulders and in the deep lines of her downturned mouth. “You can’t hide from them.”
“But I can try.” She shrugged his hand off her shoulder before turning to face him. Her eyes were shimmery with unshed tears. “I’m attracted to you, I won’t deny that. But I also can’t erase the shame I feel after we’re together. I feel too sorry towards my father to take this any further than this. So can we just stop?”
Her tears and the pain in her words squeezed at his heart and he found himself reaching for her hand. “Kelly.”
“No.” She jerked her hand away from his reach. “Please, Spencer. Just go back to your room.”
He wanted to stay and talk more. He wanted to convince her that even her father would understand their feelings. But he wasn’t in any position to speak for her father. Reluctantly, he dressed up and left.