Constructing Us (New Adult Romance) (11 page)

Andy gasped softly when their mouths finally broke apart.  She was breathing hard and so was he.  Then he was pulling her closer, kissing her again. 

Being this entangled with Tragan was
surreal for that first second, only because she’d imagined it so many times over the past week.  And because the actual experience was so mind-blowingly hot.  His lips were soft and passionate, his tongue was hot and skillful, and his hands--God, his hands…they were suddenly possessive on her.  One hand cupped the back of her neck and the other had snaked around her lower back and pulled her snugly against him, like he never planned to let her go.  The desire she felt radiating off him reassured her that all the excruciating lust wasn’t just her; knowing that made this moment even more intense.

He kissed her
deeply, again and again.  At first she was so helplessly aroused, all she could do was cling to him and sink into it.  “Andy,” he rasped, “I’ve wanted this like crazy.”

“Me, too,” she whispered, clutching the front of his tee shirt
, before he took her mouth again.  Gripping the back of her neck, Tragan dominated her with his kiss, edging her up against the counter, sucking her lower lip, then sliding his tongue against hers until she was practically whimpering.  At first she didn’t even realize she was moaning--that’s what an incredible kisser he was--he had her so turned on, it was like she was in some scorching haze and she couldn’t even think straight.  She couldn’t think at all.

Then something snapped and she needed so much more.  Impatiently, she began tugging at his tee shirt.  “This needs to go,” she told him in a shaky voice.  She could feel how flushed her face was, how rapidly her chest was rising and falling, how overheated
her whole body was.  And she almost felt like she’d die if she couldn’t have him right now.

With a
dark, hungry look, Tragan yanked off his tee shirt and tossed it.  “Is that better?”

“
Yes
…” Andy murmured, dropping her gaze to his chest.  She ran her eyes longingly over his body, his shoulders, his arms, the hair that fanned lightly across his chest and trailed down his stomach…which led her eyes to the significant bulge in his jeans.  Without meaning to, she let out a soft sigh and licked her lips.

“Jesus, don’
t look at me like that,” he growled, grabbing her by the waist with both hands and moving her toward the kitchen exit. 

“Wh
y not?” she asked breathlessly, running her hands up his chest.

“Because you make m
e want to take you right here,” he said.  “Right here on this floor,” he warned, kissing her again.  “Against this wall.”  He backed her up against the archway.  Andy’s breath came up shorter, thinking he might really do it--and realizing that she’d be more than willing.  She’d be eager and wanting it, having lost all sense of propriety in the last fifteen minutes. It was like her sense of control had shattered completely.  The sexual energy between them was undeniable and seemed to obliterate everything else; he had to feel it, too.

Pressed up this
close--feeling his hands on her ass and his tongue in her mouth--she was so mindless with his heat, his scent, his blatant sex appeal, that she was even about to urge him, “Yes, please, against this wall...” when suddenly, he lifted her up.  Straddling her legs around his waist, he tried to balance kissing her with carrying her.  He crossed the hall and accidentally knocked them into the door jamb as he made his way to her room. 

With his foot, Tragan shoved Andy’s
bedroom door all the way open.  In thrilling anticipation for whatever--and everything--that was to come, she dug her fingers into his hair and sighed, restlessly.  She brushed kisses along his jaw and ran her tongue on his ear. 

“
Fuck, I want you so much,” Tragan muttered in a low, gravelly voice, and then tumbled them both onto the bed.

~

He peeled off her hoodie and tank top while she eagerly fumbled with his fly.  She’d rubbed his cock through his jeans only for a few seconds before she’d grown impatient with that.  So Tragan reached down to jerk his zipper open for her, and dipped his head so he could run his mouth over her nipples.

As soon as
he felt Andy’s warm hand close around his dick, his eyes slid shut for a moment.  With a low groan, he pressed his face in her breasts, breathing her in as she squeezed and stroked him--but before long, he realized it was a mistake.  He was so turned on, way too turned on, and he needed this to last.  He needed to make it so good for her. So he reached between them and eased her hand off of him. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked
softly.

“Nothing,” he assured her,
moving up so they were face-to-face and he was half-lying on top of her, half-lying by her side.  “It’s just you’ve got me so worked up…” he added gruffly then kissed her lips again. 

She responded instantly to his kiss,
grabbing at his shoulder and fusing her mouth to his.  In seconds the kiss turned feverish--hotter, wetter, hungrier--while his hand went to the waistband of her pajama pants. 

Andy
moaned, breaking their kiss, as Tragan slid his hand inside her panties.  Sucking in a breath, he tried to focus on making her feel good--and not on how unbelievable touching her felt for
him.
  He began rubbing her between her legs, moving his fingers in a circle, gently at first, then a little harder, until she was rocking against his hand, coaxing him on.  When he slid a finger inside her, her back arched and she whispered his name.

Tragan drove his tongue deep inside her mouth as he slid another
finger in.  Andy arched up higher, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back as ravenously as he was kissing her.  When their mouths broke apart, Tragan pulled back a little to look at Andy’s face; he found her gazing at him under heavy lids, breathing hard, her lips puffy and wet.  The sight of her panting and yearning for more was almost enough to make him burst.  Keyed up, he plunged his fingers a little deeper, and she cried out.  Then rode his hand, urging, “More…” 

So he gave her more--
stroking her harder while he kissed and sucked her neck.  Pretty soon, his dick was so hard it ached. The air in the room felt thick and hot; he was sweltering, already starting to sweat.  He needed to fuck her, and not just once but over and over.  Eventually he dragged his mouth up to her ear and spoke to her in a low whisper.  “You’re so wet, it’s making me insane…”

As she tunneled her fingers into his hair, she replied shakily, “You make me this wet.
”

“
Do you like it like this?” he murmured into her ear.

“Yes
…”

“How about
this
?”  He drove his hand harder.

She
gasped.  Then assured him, “Yes…”

Tracing
the rim of her ear with his tongue, he spoke in that same low, husky voice.  “What about feeling my cock right there?”

“God,
yes
…” Andy pleaded, as if the mere thought set her on fire.

Tragan
felt like he’d explode.  She wanted this as much as he did.  Hot sex--and right now. 

In fact, t
hey both seemed to burst with impatience at the same moment, and began tearing at what remained of each other’s clothes.  Frantically, Andy reached over to wrestle Tragan’s jeans and boxer-briefs out of her way, while he savagely stripped off her panties and pajama pants and threw them over his shoulder. 

“Do
you have any condoms?” she asked once they were entangled again and completely naked.

It took Tragan
a second to break his lust-haze and focus on her question.  “Yeah,” he replied after an instant.  “In my room.  Hang on.”  Climbing off her, he left Andy’s room, trying to play it somewhat cool and not sprint to his bedroom. 

It was unreal how rapidly things had ha
ppened today.  But taking it slow didn’t seem possible once they’d started up in the kitchen and an instantaneous, smoldering heat had taken over, blazing through the room like a wild fire.

When Tragan had mentioned meeting another girl, he knew it was basically an id
le threat, but he had to get Andy’s reaction.  Because when she’d wiped frosting from his mouth, she stroked her thumb over his lower lip.  And not just once, either.  She’d lingered there.  The moment felt crackling and sexy and he was almost sure she felt it, too--but he had to know.  Honestly, if Andy’s face hadn’t shown such obvious jealousy about the idea of him meeting another girl, Tragan might not have had the courage to make a move this morning.

Now
he returned with a couple condoms and found her exactly as he’d left her.  Lying naked on the bed, waiting for him.  Her knees were drawn up casually, her head turned toward the door, yet now she was looking at him with an almost shy smile.  Her honey blond hair was fanned out on the comforter and her eyes still were drowsy with lust.  Tragan’s breath caught in his throat the second he saw her. Standing in the doorway, he almost trembled.  She was literally the most beautiful girl in the world, the sexiest, most perfect woman he could imagine.

Without a word, he walked over and knelt
down on the bed, between her legs.  Once he tossed the condoms on the comforter, he ran his hands over her thighs, gently parting them as he dipped his head down.  “Oh--you don’t have to do that,” Andy told him quickly before he’d even gotten started.

“I want to,” Tragan
murmured, sinking his head lower and spreading her legs farther apart.  “Please let me…” he started to say, but let his voice trail off as his tongue licked inside her.  She let out a thready kind of sigh and tentatively, rested her hands on his head.  Tragan was relieved that she didn’t protest any further; he’d been fantasizing about making her come since the night they met.  

He ran his tongue on her,
sliding it in and out, then used his fingers as he licked her clit.  Within minutes, Andy was grabbing at his hair and surrendering to what he was doing
. 
As she rolled her hips, pushing against his mouth, she let out choppy little breaths; he could tell she was getting close.  Finally he stopped licking her clit--and started sucking it--gently at first then with more pressure, more suction.  Soon she was pulling his hair, as her moans became louder and more urgent.  Then her back arched off the bed and she cried out, as her orgasm overtook her.  Her climax was so strong that Tragan could feel her muscles spasming against his mouth.  “
Christ, Andy...
” he muttered thickly.  “I can’t take it anymore.”  With his cock throbbing, stiff to the point of torture now, he rose up on his knees, reached for one of the condoms and tore at it impatiently. 

As he entered her, they both groaned at the exquisite pleasure--especially when he slid
deeper, pushed as deep as he could go.  Wrapping her legs around him, Andy whispered, “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t
, baby, I won’t,” he promised in a strained voice, as he thrust into her again and again.  Eagerly, she rocked her hips, taking him deep, and the pleasure was almost too much.  She felt so incredible, so right, like she was made for him only.  Tragan had to ignore his most selfish male instincts, which urged him to race to the finish.  He knew he couldn’t do that.  Especially since this first time with Andy was too special. 

So he rolled them
both over, landing on his back and letting her set the pace. 

Andy
smiled down at him a little coyly, which should have clashed with how animalistic everything had been up till then, but nothing felt wrong because it was Andy.  She started rocking against him, rubbing his cock against her as she sank down, and finally settled against his chest.  Then she seemed a little unsure, so Tragan gripped her butt and helped guide her… until they found a good rhythm and were writhing together--shaking the bed, panting, clinging to each other--until Tragan rasped, “I can’t--I’m about to come,” and flipped them over again.

“Yes, do it…”
Andy begged breathlessly, digging her nails into his back.

With a harsh grunt,
he started pounding faster.  Then pushed himself up on his hands, as his hips thumped frantically against hers and sweat trickled down his temple.  And then he came--his whole body tightening up as he let out a deep, guttural sound of relief, while waves of ecstasy coursed through his body.

With an exhausted sigh, he
dropped down on top of her.  Both were breathing hard for several moments after.  Neither said a word. 

Then finally Andy wriggled her body underneath his.  “You’re kind of heavy,” she said, almost apologetically like she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

Tragan rolled off her right away and gave a short, enervated laugh as he looked up at the ceiling.  “Sorry.”  Then he glanced over, smiled at her.  He reached out to brush some hair away from her face.  She suddenly began to shiver.  “Here, you’re cold,” he said, “c’mere.”  Immediately he gathered her closer, then peeled the comforter away from the bed to drape it over her.  Rubbing her shoulders through the comforter, he said, “Better?”

Andy
nodded, still shivering a little.  He almost smiled, just because he knew Andy was always cold--because he knew a lot of things about Andy.