Evan Arden 01 Otherwise Alone (5 page)

I grab the back of her head with my hand and pull her to me, opening my mouth and finding her tongue with my own.  She groans against my lips, and I tilt my head to one side to
get a better angle.  She tastes sweet, like the peaches we had with our dinner, and I want to devour her.

There is nothing soft or gentle about what I do.  I want her, and I can sense the desire inside of her.  She’s not looking for a brief make-out session.  Whatever happened with whomever she was with pushed her to this.  She wants to be fucked, and I am happy to oblige.
  My hands grab at her, and my fingers dig into her flesh a little.

My tongue dances with hers.

Maybe more like a mosh pit than dancing
,
but
whatever
.

I slide my hand down her back and pull her body flush against mine.
  My cock is peeking out between the opening of my boxers, and I grind against her stomach.  I need to get her shirt off of her as quickly as possible. 
And her jeans.
 
And everything else.

I need to be inside of her.  Mouth, pussy,
ass
– I don’t care.  I just need to merge with her…blend…be one…

She turns her head to break the kiss and to take a breath.  I don’t bother to stop
,
but
instead
move from her lips to her chin and then lower. 
Her head tilts back as I move down her neck, letting my tongue flick out over her heated skin.  I get to the hollow of her throat before I am met with the cloth of her shirt, which pisses me off.  I want her tits in my mouth, and I’m tired of playing around.  I grasp her fingers and push her hand down until it
’
s resting on t
op of my rigid
cock.

“You want this?” I whisper in her ear, my hot breath making her shiver.  I push against the back of her hand and tilt my hips at the same time, basically smashing her hand against my dick.  “You say the word
,
and I’m going to give it to you just how you need it.”

Her eyes are wide, and I know she wants it, but I still wait. 
She
needs to know it, not just me.  Her wide eyes finally look up to mine
,
and I feel her fingers twitch against my cock.  She nods slightly, but it isn’t good enough.

“
I want to hear it
,” I
say to
her.  “
Tell me you want it
.”

“I want it.”
  No hesitation.

I don’t need further encouragement.

I grab both of her wrists and hold them together in my hand, raising them high above her head and pushing them into the pillow.  My lips smash down on hers
,
and my tongue invades her mouth.  She gasps and cries out into my mouth, but I don’t stop.  I don’t even slow down.

I need this as much as she does.

My free hand moves to my boxers and pushes them down enough to free my hard and expectant cock
before I start moving with purpose
. 
I grab the end of her shirt then
and pull it up until her bra is exposed.  I straddle her, my mouth still locked to hers, and rub my dick against the skin of her bare stomach.  I reach down, hoping she’s wearing a bra that clasps in the front, but she’s not, so I tear the fucking thing off of her.

She groans in protest this time, struggling against my grip on her hands.  I move back enough to release her lips.

“What the hell are you doing?” she cries.

“I’m going to tear your clothes off and fuck
you so hard you won’t walk right for a week
,” I respond.  “You want me to stop?”

Her eyes dilate further, her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her mouth opens and closes a couple of times before she shakes her head emphatically.  I don’t need verbal confirmation
this time
,
and
I
yank her shorts part way down her legs instead.
  Her panties come with them, and
I don’t both
er getting them all the way off
because my fingers can already reach what my cock is looking to find.

The tips of m
y fingers slide over her outer labia very lightly – teasingly.  Her hips push up, trying to find
the
friction, but I don’t give it to her. I just lightly touch her at first until she is squirming under me.  The tip of my index finger glances over her clit before seeking her opening and pushing inside.

She gasps
at the sensation
, but she’s wet enough
.  It’s not
because it’s uncomfortable at all
, and is probably more in anticipation of what my cock is going to feel like
.  She’s still moving around a lot, though her hands are still pinned.  I lean over her and run my tongue around her nipple, and she moans.

Then I bite her.

Not hard – not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to notice.  Her body tries to rise off the bed, but it doesn’t work – she’s trapped under me, and it’s making me seriously hard.
  I add another finger, slide in and out of her a couple more times, then pull them out and use the moisture to coat my dick.

“You ready for this?” I ask huskily as I position myself at her entrance.  “I don’t have any condoms, and I’m fucking you bareback.  I’ll pull out if you want.”

“I’m…I’m on the pill,” she says, breathless.

“It’s a good thing,” I reply, and I shove into her.

The noise she makes is nearly a scream, and for a brief moment I think I have crossed a line.  I release her hands, and she immediately grabs my head and pulls my mouth to hers. 
I feel an instant of relief before
I kiss her roughly and use my now freed hand to wrap around
her tit and pull at the nipple
.  However, m
ost of my focus is on the warm, seriously tight c
h
annel
where
I’ve just placed my cock.

Holy shit.

It’s been a while – a long while – and it feels fucking fantastic.

I rock my hips into her quickly – pulling out to the tip before slamming back home.  Her body jerks
each time I hit her center,
which tightens
her up and squeezes my cock.
  I’m only slightly
aware of her tongue in my mouth
because my cock feels too glorious.

I thrust into her harder, and
she throws
her head back and breaks our kiss.  She groans loudly, and I take the opportunity to lean back a bit and grab both her hips in my hands.

“You better hang on, babe.”

She makes a little noise in her throat that almost sounds like a squeak, but she obeys – gripping my forearms with her hands and wrapping her ankles around my calves. 
The bed squeaks as we
progress
, and
I move
rhythmically as my cock claims her pussy.  E
ach push is fast and deep – almost violent as I bottom out in her, buried balls-deep with every thrust.  I pound her and pound her until there is sweat running down my back and into my eyes
from my hairline
.

I run my hands up her sides and
focus on her tits.  I love the way they feel in my hands – perfectly round globes of soft skin and pebbled nipples.  I pull at them
,
and I want to
suck on them more, but I like the pace I’ve set fucking into her and I’d have to slow down to reach her with my mouth.
  Even touching them slows me down, and I want to pound her harder.
  More importantly, I want a decent view of her ass.

I pull out
,
and she whimpers under me as I get up on my knees and
wrench
her hands from my arms.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her. 
“Spread those legs.”

My voice is quiet, but my tone still makes the
words
an order.  She complies immediately, and I hear her whimper a little as I move
up on my knees and into position between her legs
. I
grab her hips and slam my cock back inside of her.
  Her ass is
fabulous
, and I dig my fingers into the soft flesh as I move.

She’s fucking tight this way, and every time I slam up into her
,
she
gasps and her pussy tightens up.  I close my eyes for a moment, tilt m
y
head back
,
and focus on the feeling of her wrapped around my dick as I fuck deep into her.  When my eyes open again, I look down to where my cock is sliding in and out of her for a minute, but the sight is too fucking awesome and
I can’t keep looking or I’m going to blow.  Instead, I lean over her back and slide my hands up her sides and around to grip her tits.  I pull at her nipples – not hard at all,
but
enough to give her a little more stimulation.  She moans and tries to turn her head around to see me.

I take one hand and place it on the back of her neck.  With just a little pressure
,
I guide her head to the pillow and wait for her to turn her face to one side before I lean in with a little more weight, holding her there.  I keep slamming into her as my other hand moves south, finds her trembling stomach
,
and then her pulsating clit.

I bring her to the brink, back off a bit, and then bring her to the brink again.  She
is
crying out, sweating, and practically shaking.  My own legs are threatening to give out, so I push her down flat with my body. 
I lay on top of her back, my legs just inside of hers. 
My hand is sandwiched between her pussy and the mattress, and I continue to run my finger around her clit.  I have to adjust my position a little, but a few moments later I’m slamming into her again – not as deep, because the angle isn’t right for deep penetration
– b
ut just as hard as before.

My hand releases her neck
,
and I grab her hair instead.

“My cock feels so good fucking you,” I growl into her ear. 
“You like that?  Huh?”

A groan is the only response I get, but it is enough.

I slam into her harder, hold myself deep inside for a moment
,
and then slowly
slide
almost all the way out.  I would have pulled all the way out, but it would be too awkward to get back inside of her without
getting
her back
up
on her knees again, and I like having her all splayed out under me the way she is.

She likes it, too.

“Do you know how easy it would be,” I moan, and my voice is gravely and husky in her ear, “to fuck you in the ass from
this position
?”

I feel her tense, and there are goose bumps springing up over her neck and shoulder
s
.  I smile slightly
– she’s never taken a cock up the ass before
.  My lips press against the skin below her ear.

“Not this time,” I whisper, and
I feel her relax underneath me for a brief moment.  My finger circles her clit again, and she cries out. 
Her body clamps
down on my cock, and I push
into her with a snarl
.  My thrusts are shallow
but quick.  I keep rhythm with my finger on her clit as I pound into her as hard as I physically can.  Her cries come in time with the creak of the bed as I slam into her.

I can feel it coming – the tightness in my thighs and the squeezing sensation in my balls just before the w
ave cascades over me, leaving me
grunting
and
hold
ing
my breath.  I come hard and deep inside of her, arching my back a little to push in as far as I can.  As the wave subsides, I
drop onto her back and my breaths come in short, hot pants against the skin between her shoulder blades.

I stay there for a while, just listening to the sound of our breathing and waiting f
or my body to relax.  My hand i
s caught between
Lia
and the mattress and
is
starting to go a bit num
b.  I like where I am though
and don’t really want to change the position much.  I settle for a slight roll to my side, pulling her body tight against mine until we’re in a classic spooning position.

Evan
Arden
–
hit man
gone spooner.

I almost laugh out loud.

Lia
’s heart is still pounding as I hold her against my chest.  She
turns
her head over her should
er
a little and look
s me in the eye.