I’ve seen Kelly upset before but, I’ve never seen her look as defeated as she was tonight. I don’t know what Joanne said to her and it’s probably best if I don’t. It’s none of my business. What goes on between Kelly and her mother has absolutely nothing to do with me. So, I really need for someone to help me understand why I’m fighting the urge to call Wolf and tell him his sister is a selfish cunt.
Kelly stirs, distracting me and I divert my eyes to the crook of my arm where she lays. A moan escapes her throat, and she inches closer throwing her leg over mine. Unable to help myself, I let my eyes travel the length of her, taking in the bare leg draped over my midsection. My eyes continue their journey, noticing her t-shirt rode up and was now revealing the curves of her bare ass.
Fuck me.
By the tight jeans she always wears, I knew Pinky had a sweet ass but seeing it in the flesh—well, my dick swells at the sight. I feel like shit for ogling her after the night she had and, the hard-on isn’t helping ease my conscience. Arguing, I’m a guy who hasn’t so much as touched a chick in over a year, it’s only natural I’m hard when the first girl to climb into my bed throws herself over me and perches her ass in the air.
My eyes drift to that ass again and the urge to touch her eats at me. Instead of giving into temptation and squeezing one of those round cheeks, I thread my fingers through her hair and close my eyes.
Go the fuck to sleep, Linc.
She stirs again.
Another noise flies past her lips as she moves closer, brushing her tits against my bare chest. Yeah, I was undressing when she walked into my room and didn’t have a chance to put my shirt back on. So, now, I can feel her nipples press against me through the thin cotton of her t-shirt.
Unable to stand it another minute, I decide to gently move her. The problem with that plan is, anywhere I touch her right now will be a struggle. If I move her leg, I’m going to have to suppress the urge to arch my hips. If I roll her over, I’ll be between both legs and who the fuck has that kind of willpower.
Not this guy.
I’m back to being fucked.
Untangling my fingers from her hair, I draw in a deep breath and try to slide out from under her. My arm brushes against the sheets, irritating the rawness from where my tattoo is and, I hiss through the pain.
By some miracle of God, Kelly rolls over on her own and I throw my legs over the side of the bed. Propping my elbows on my knees, I drop my head into my hands and wonder if anyone would care if I passed out on one of the couches in the common area.
“Linc?”
Shit.
“Go back to sleep,” I tell her.
Keeping my back to her, I press the heel of my palm against my dick and wish I had a fucking memory of my grandmother I can use as a distraction. Something. Anything. I’m not picky. In fact, I’m desperate enough that any old hag will do. I start to think about the Golden Girls. Not the sex crazed one, the old Italian one with the straw bag.
Her, I think of her.
Or at least I try to but the sound of the sheets rustling behind me makes it hard. Instead of thinking about the old lady with the smart mouth, my mind wanders and without turning to look myself, I try to picture Kelly moving in my bed.
Wrestling between my sheets.
Her t-shirt sliding up her torso.
That belly button ring.
Those perky tits.
That ass.
Sophia Petrillo, that’s her name!
Wrapping her arms around my middle, Kelly rests her chin on my shoulder and Sophia dies. To be fair, the broad never had a chance and apparently neither do I.
“Will you lay with me?”
“Kelly,” I groan.
“Please.”
It’s the tone of her voice that does me in. It’s the side of her she’s giving me, the side I know she doesn’t give anyone. That’s what makes me turn around and face her. Our eyes meet and it’s no longer a contest to see who will fold first. She upped the ante tonight and now the game has changed.
The stakes are high.
The risk great.
But, the reward…
Shit, the reward never looked so good.
“Lay down,” I say hoarsely.
“And then?” she rasps. “What happens then?”
“Lay down and find out,” I tell her.
Searching my eyes, she finds something to trust and slowly unwinds her arms. On her knees, I watch her crawl back to her side of the bed.
Her side of the bed.
What the actual fuck?
Laying her head on the pillow, she curls onto her side and stares at me expectantly. Placing one knee on the bed, I swipe a hand down my face.
“All in,” I mutter, dropping my hand and meeting her gaze. Bypassing my side of the bed, I crawl toward her and brace my hands on either side of her head. She rolls onto her back and I lean my weight against her. Neither of us blink as I dip my head and feel her breath on my lips.
“Do it,” she murmurs.
“Do what?” I tease, nuzzling her cheek.
“Kiss—” she doesn’t get to finish as I cover her mouth with mine.
Swallowing her gasp, she freezes as my lips glide over hers. Sucking them between mine, I familiarize myself with the feel of her before pushing my tongue out. Reaching up, she grabs my face and parts her swollen lips. I dive in running my tongue over hers and getting that first taste.
That first fucking taste of everything I gave up having again.
I groan into her mouth as her tongue duels with mine. Unable to help myself, I grind my hips against her tight little body. A moan passes from her lips to mine and I start to unravel. The control I thought I was grasping at slips and I push my fingers through her magenta strands. Cradling the back of her head, I suck on her bottom lip and roll us over. On my back, she straddles my stomach and I take her tongue again.
Wild.
Wild girl.
Wild heart.
Wild mouth.
Wild everything.
Leaning up, I fist her hair and angle her mouth, biting and sucking on her lips as she rubs her covered pussy all over my abdomen. I don’t need to touch her panties to know she’s soaked, the evidence is on my stomach and my dick strains against my jeans, begging for relief. My hands travel the length of her and finally I grab her hips. Lifting her off my stomach, I position her over my cock and slide my finger under the waistband of her G-string. Pulling it, I release it and let it slap against her skin watching as she jumps from the sting and falls onto my cock.
“Ride me,” I growl between kisses.
Slow and steady, she obeys and rocks herself over me. She feels fucking amazing and I can’t help but imagine what she would feel like wrapped around my dick. The thought turns me into a savage and I start fucking her mouth the way I want to fuck her tight cunt.
Her hips buck and, she picks up the pace dry humping me like her life depends on it. Like both of our lives depend on it.
Maybe it does.
It sure fucking feels that way.
Panting she moans my name and I lift my hand to her mouth muffling the noise. Sliding my free hand under her shirt, I grab one of her tits and piston my hips.
“Come for me,” I grind out, twisting her nipple between my fingers. “Or don’t come yet. I want to suck on your tits. You want me to do that?”
Her response is a muffled whimper and I twist her nipple once more.
“I’m going to move my hand and take your shirt off but, you gotta keep that mouth quiet. Can you do that Pinky?”
She jerks her head and I lower my hand, revealing the most gorgeous pair of lips I’ve ever seen. Swollen and bruised, they’re fucking perfect. I reach for the hem of her shirt, inching it up her body before pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor.
“So much trouble,” I hiss, dropping my gaze to her perky tits. “You’re so much fucking trouble,” I growl, pulling her tight bud between my teeth.
“Oh, I like that,” she cries. “Do it harder,” she begs.
Pinching the other nipple, I suck and nibble on the other as she goes back to dry fucking the shit out of me.
“Oh my god,” she cries, dropping her head onto my shoulder. Tearing my mouth away from her tits, I take her face in my hands and keep her head still. Eyes open and focused on me, I watch as she comes undone.
Short breaths fall from her lips as her hips slow and she fights to keep herself upright.
“Fucking beautiful,” I grunt. Giving into the release I’ve been struggling to keep at bay, I rub her over my denim-clad cock as my come shoots out staining my pants and drips down the inside of my thigh. Any other time in my life, I would’ve been embarrassed, but right here, right now…it’s fucking incredible.
Once every drop is out and I’m a mess, I collapse back onto the bed. The regret I was expecting doesn’t come. Neither does the guilt.
I open my eyes and Kelly remains straddled on top of me, looking every bit the wild girl, she is.
My wild girl.
“Can we do that again?” she questions, quirking her lips.
A laugh rumbles through me as I reach around her, grabbing her ass.
“I need to clean up,” I tell her, squeezing her cheeks.
“Okay,” she replies. Bending her head, she presses a quick kiss to my lips before rolling over. “Where’s my shirt?”
“Fuck your shirt,” I say, getting out of the bed. “You sleep in my bed, you sleep naked.”
“So, take my panties off?”
Jesus Christ.
“Unless you want to get fucked six ways to Sunday, keep your panties on,” I grunt. Uncomfortable, I awkwardly walk toward the bathroom. As I reach the door, I think of how it would feel to have her pussy pressed against my leg.
Just as long as we don’t fuck there is no harm in it, right?
I mean girls only get attached when it goes in.
And we’re not going there.
Not until I lay my cards on the table.
Still, I turn around.
“On second thought, take them off.”