CHAPTER FOUR

 

McCoy took the steps up to my front porch two at a time and turned back to me and chuckled as I held up my jeans with every step. I gave him a scowl that fell flat when I couldn’t help but grin back at him. I unlocked the door and we rolled in together. His hip bumped the small table that was up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. I dropped my keys into the bowl on it as he cursed under his breath and rubbed his hip. I called him a baby. He pushed me against the wall and held me there.

He then proceeded to torture me by pinning my wrists above my head. His knee wedged in between my legs and rested against the wall, forcing me to bend at the knees and give him all the control in the situation. I didn’t mind being powerless. It was, in it’s own strange way, somewhat empowering. His leg between mine and his fingers around my wrists made me feel small but not weak. Something about him made me feel at ease, despite his sour attitude and his history. For the briefest moment the image of him standing above a bloodied body with a baseball bat in his hand flickered in my mind.

It was chased away when he kissed me again. He let go of my wrists and his hands held my lower back, pulling my hips close to him. His hands wandered up my back and undid my bra. His fingers gently massaged my back where the bra had sat. Somehow he knew all the right things to do; he knew the power of his touch and how intoxicating he was. He leveraged it like an expert. It dawned on me that this was his forte. He had done this countless of times. I had done this with one other person. One. And we switched back and forth between three positions and we only ever had sex in a bed. I nearly let McCoy fuck me senseless on the sidewalk. I was in over my head with him, but I didn’t dare tell him to stop.

His fingers worked my shirt up over my head. My bra was still in place despite it being undone. A flutter of nervous grew in my belly as he reached out to pull my bra off. My heart pounded, my fingertips tingled, and my mouth was suddenly dry. I wondered if I was ready for this- whatever this was about to be. Was I willing to give this stranger everything?

He paused with his hands cupping my breasts under my bra. He lowered his head and grazed the tops of my breasts with his lips. I could smell his hair. I buried my fingers in it and pulled his head up to give him an urgent and desperate kiss. I was as equally full of desire as I was fear. He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who would be willing to wait around if I got cold feet. I didn’t expect him to. I knew what this was. It was a hookup, plain and simple. There was nothing wrong with that. We both got what we wanted. What we needed. But if I hesitated he could see it as a waste of time.

When we pulled apart his fingers gently lifted the straps of my bra from my shoulders. I watched his eyes as he let the bra fall down my arms. It landed across his thigh of the leg that still rested between mine. His eyes never left my breasts. He cupped them in both hands and ran his thumbs lightly over my nipples. It was tantalizing. I shivered and he lowered his hands down. Down to the waist of my jeans. He was pushing me. He was asking for more. I was incapable of telling him to slow down.

I let him shimmy my jeans down my thighs. He had to move his leg and my bra fell to the floor between us. Soon I stood before him in nothing but my pink lace thong. He soaked in the sight of me, his eyes following the length of my legs and covering my stomach and breasts. Soon his eyes stared into mine and I stared back. I was helpless against him.

“I didn’t expect this,” he whispered. His voice was low and it made my knees feel like pudding.

“Expect what?”

The corner of his mouth curled up. This time it was a genuine smile that compelled me to smile back at him. He rubbed the back of his neck and I realized he was being bashful. It surprised me. Then I found that I loved it.

“Expect what?” I asked again, my voice coloured with my own smile.

He shrugged his shoulders in a boyish way and gestured at me. “You. Look at you.”He came to me again and traced his fingertips all over me. He started at my shoulders and wandered down my chest where he played with my breasts again, before tracing down my stomach and finding the straps of my thong on my hips. He hooked his thumbs in them and held me against him. I was forced to look up at him. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he said. Then he kissed me again. It was firm and it was rough and I was forced to hold on to him to balance myself.

He liked the control I gave him. I was going to be true to my word: he could do whatever he wanted. He spun me around so that my back was facing the stairs. Then he wrapped one arm behind my back and lowered me down with impressive ease. He placed me on the fifth step up. He put one knee on the third step. I sat looking down at him as he pulled my underwear down my legs. He left them hooked around one of my ankles as he began to kiss the inside of my thigh.

He worked his way upwards, taking his time. I was amazed by his restraint as he passed between my legs and rained kisses on the other thigh. I watched him all the while. I couldn’t look away from him. Every move he made only made me want him more. Every kiss, every nibble, every glance he cast my way, made me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle of sheer pleasure on the stairs.

Finally he settled between my legs and his tongue began to taste me. This was all new territory for me. Jason had never done this- had he tried, I probably would have stopped him. I didn’t trust him. Yet, somehow, I was comfortable with letting McCoy do what he wanted. He worked with a confident ease as his tongue licked me slowly, up and down, up and down, until I couldn’t stand it anymore and my head fell back and my eyes closed and a breathless moan escaped my lips. This only encouraged him to work harder. He slipped a finger in me and his tongue never stopped it’s now particularly exquisite routine.

I came within seconds.

I remained where I was, breathlessly staring up at my ceiling on the second story above, as he crawled on top of me, bracing himself with his hands on either side of the stair my head rested upon. He lowered himself down so that he was practically in a mid push up above me. He kissed me. I had never thought I would let a man kiss me after he… you know. But I kissed him back and found that I was even more turned on. I needed him. I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. So I told him.

“How long are you going to do this to me for? I can’t… I can’t-”

“Yes you can,” he purred.

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath beneath him. The night hadn’t even started and my body felt like jello. He knew what he was doing to me. The smirk on his perfect lips told me he loved how he was making me feel.

I propped myself up on my elbows. He stayed where he was, his face just an inch away from mine. I stretched myself up and kissed his neck. Two could play this game. At least, I could try to play this game. I kissed the part of his collarbone that peaked through the open buttons of his shirt. I slipped my hands up his shirt and he pulled it off over his head and cast it down to the floor below us.

His body was tanned and firm. His arms were thick and the veins and muscles were prominent as he held himself above me. He was lean and I was delighted to see the cut of his hips, which created a perfect arrow that disappeared below the waist of his jeans. A trail of dark hair lead from above his belt and up, around his belly button, and up further to his chest. I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath my palm.

I played with his belt buckle. He made my task harder by gliding his fingers down my stomach. When he touched me I was shocked by how sensitive I was. He liked it and teased me as I desperately worked to undo his belt. When it finally came undone I was breathless again. I moved on to undo his jeans, struggling with shaking fingers. When I succeeded he pulled my hands away and pinned me down on the stairs.             

“What do you want me to do next?” He asked.

I didn’t care. Anything. Everything.

He raised his chin as I went to kiss him again. “Answer me,” he said. I knew this wasn’t a game. I needed to answer.

“I want you to relax,” I said, “and let me take care of you.”

I tried to kiss him again but he denied me. He held me in place with a calm stare that I couldn’t read. I didn’t know if I had said something wrong. I hooked a leg around his and tried to urge him to come closer. “Please?” I asked. “Just a little bit. Then I’m yours. Whatever you want- need. You can have it. Please?”

He released his grip on me but his eyes told me not to move. His jeans came off. It all came off. He lowered himself back down over me and I could feel the tip of him resting between my legs.

“Stop,” I said, putting a hand on his chest.

He looked concerned when he lifted off of me. “Are you alright?”

I nodded. “Yes, but, you can’t do that. I want to return the favor but I won’t- I can’t-” I couldn’t find the right words to tell him that if he rested his manhood on me like that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from raising my hips to his and begging him to put it inside me. I tried to shimmy out from under him.

“Veronica,” his hand rested on my stomach as if to hold me in place, but he was gentle. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

I searched his eyes. They were dark and they were staring at me so intently. I couldn’t look away. I thought of Carly. She didn’t trust him. She thought he was bad news. But I saw the part of him that was sad. I saw the part that was aching for my touch the same way I ached for him. “I’m sure,” I answered.

His mouth closed over mine. His hand cupped the back of my neck and his tongue explored the inside of my mouth. The remnants of his beer were still there, and he tasted like smoke and mint. His other hand slid under my back and forced me to arch it so that my hips were off the ground.

Then he pressed himself into me. He was slow. He was gentle. It still took my breath away. I moaned into our kiss and I felt him let go of a tension he had held in his muscles. He moved within me in such a way that I wanted to drag my nails down his back. I wanted to bite his lip. I wanted to whisper his name.

So I did.

A sound escaped him. It was soft and primal and echoed the sheer pleasure we were both feeling. I pulled him as close to me as I could get. His chest pressed against my breasts as he pushed himself deeper into me.

As he began to work up to a faster rhythm I began to lose myself. I was nothing but the sex. I had no name, no job, no goals, no insecurities, no reservations. I was just sex. It took over me and compelled me to move my hips in unison with his. I could feel the release building within me. I grew closer and closer to letting it go as he pushed for more.

When it broke free of me I was no longer able to hold my hips up. He did it for me, holding me to him with one arm beneath my back. The other hand held my hip. His grip was firm and he squeezed the soft flesh of my hip and my ass. My eyes were fixed on him as he moved above me, his hips grinding in an effortless wave of fluid motion. I could see the moment for him was coming.

I knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would pull out. I had no expectations of him to do it. I knew how this would end, and I was grateful that I never stopped taking my birth control after Jason and I broke up. I encouraged McCoy by drawing him closer by wrapping my legs around his hips. I knew that I could bring him to the edge just by saying the right things to him. I wanted to know what that kind of power would feel like.

So I lifted myself up so that my mouth was beside his ear. I kissed it and nibbled his neck. He kissed me back. He was breathless and as we kissed he moaned lightly into my mouth. When he pulled away I held his stare. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists and held myself steady beneath him. “Cum inside me,” I whispered. He shuddered above me. I became wetter. He felt it. I tightened my grip on his wrists. “Fuck me as hard as you can and cum inside me. Please.”

I could barely feel the stairs digging into my shoulder blades as he lifted my hips higher. He was able to push himself deeper into me this way. He slowed for only a moment, easing his way further into me. As his rhythm fastened he watched me. I wanted to watch him, but the pleasure was too much. My eyes closed and my back arched further. His hand that gripped my hip released me and glided over my stomach. He pressed his finger down on my clit as he moved in me and I let out a cry of ecstasy. This, apparently, was what he was after, because as soon as the sound escaped me I felt the warmth and wetness of him inside me as he finished.