Hussy (7 page)

He grinned and shook her off.
“You’ll see.”

Of course, the guitar case should have tipped her off. She actually thought he might just know the lead singer or something and was dropping it off for him. It hadn’t occurred to her that he was going to play—or sing.
He strapped the guitar on, giving her a wink as the band started playing behind him. He’d clearly planned this, and she smiled, tipping her beer at him before taking a long swig.

It was after the first stanza of the song, well into the verse, that Lindsey realized he was singing to her—
about
her. She looked up at him with wide eyes for a moment, blinking fast. She recognized the song well enough—it was the Fabulous Thunderbirds.

“
You’re hot, too hot, too hot to handle…”

She grinned up at him then, shaking her head, and he winked again, his eyes meeting hers over the microphone. His fingers were long and deft, working the guitar strings effortlessly, and Lindsey watched, a slow burn heating her belly. She’d been attracted to him from the moment she met him, but seeing him up on stage, hearing the low, rough edge to his voice, she wanted nothing more than to find somewhere to get naked with him—fast.

The music was too hot not to move, and she danced near the front of the stage, her eyes on his. He watched her grind her hips around and around, her arms above her head, her belly undulating with the beat. When the song was over, he thanked the band, and hopped off the stage to join her. She opened her mouth to say something when the waitress sidled in between them, smiling up at Zach.

“
You were hot, honey!” The woman’s nails were as long as claws and she trailed one of them down the front of Zach’s shirt like an orange streak, hooking her finger in his belt and tugging slightly. “You can play for me anytime!”

“
You itchin’ to leave here on a stretcher?” Lindsey stepped in next to Zach, snatching the woman’s hand away from his belt buckle.

“
Go away, little girl.” The woman rolled her eyes, waving Lindsey away and turning back to Zach.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Lindsey stepped in, grabbing the woman’s white, low-cut blouse in her fist.
“I’ll kick your ass so hard you’ll have to rent stilts to wipe yourself.”

The woman’s eyes showed fear for a moment and she shook loose, taking a step back and glaring at her.
“Are you even legal?”

Zach turned back to grab his guitar case off the stage
. “Come on, baby.” He steered Lindsey past the waitress by the elbow. She stopped to grab her beer on the way as he guided her through the crowd. When they got into the parking lot, she glanced up at him and saw he was tight-lipped.

“
What did I do?” She frowned as he put the guitar case in the trunk and opened her door for her. “I wasn’t the one being Ms. Uber-Slut… for once!”

He sighed, his face softening.
“Just get in.”

She did, pouting, putting her beer in the beverage holder and obediently pulling her seatbelt on. Glancing over at him as he started the car, she sighed.
“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and gave her a small smile.
“Never mind. Let’s go get a burger or something.”

Heartened, she turned towards him, her knee knocking the beer in the holder. It tilted onto the floor and she gasped.
“Oh shit!” Her skirt was soaked, and she grabbed the foaming bottle, putting it back into the holder and sopping the floor up the best she could with the material. “I’m sorry!”

“
Two sorries in one night.” Zach laughed. “Is that a record for you?”

She stuck her tongue out at him, hurt, and held up her skirt.
“Damn. I can’t go home in this. Even if it dries, it smells like a distillery.”

“
Maybe it’s a sign.” He smiled as he put the car in gear and she smiled back when he reached over and squeezed her hand.

* * * *

“I think you should throw these in.” Lindsey snapped the elastic on her white satin shorts with a grin, watching Zach throw her skirt into his stacked apartment washing machine.

“
Did you get those, too?” He glanced over at her as she slid up onto the bathroom sink, pulling her knee up and resting her chin there.

“
Sort of.” Her eyes followed him as he poured in soap and set the timer. “After listening to you tonight, I’d say I need to change my panties… if I was wearing any.” She saw his eyes dip between her thighs and smiled. “So… now what?”

He came to stand between her thighs, slipping his arms around her waist.
“So you liked tonight?”

“
Yeah.” She slid her arms around his neck, wiggling against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I did. A lot.”

He kissed the top of her head and she felt him breathe deep.
“It was hard to beat the other night.”

“
Oh, I don’t know.” Her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt from top to bottom, and he let her. “I think we can still make it.”

“
No F-16’s.” His hands cupped her behind, pulling her in tighter to him. She felt the heat of his cock, already half-hard, and squirmed against it.

“
I don’t think we need ’em.” She lifted her face to his to be kissed and wasn’t disappointed. The energy of the night caught between them spread through her as their mouths and bodies met. Her fingers traced his chest and belly, thrilling at the hard ridges and smooth planes as his big hands clenched her behind, pulling her snugly into the saddle of his hips.

The heat and hardness of him teased her, and the already damp crotch of her shorts slipped between her lips as they rocked. She moaned into his mouth, sucking at his tongue and digging her heels into his lower back. Twice she reached for his zipper and he caught her hand, moving it to more neutral territory, all the while exploring her mouth with his.

The ache in her belly slowly turned to fire and she squeezed her legs around him, dancing her hips against his cock just like she had gyrated for him on the dance floor. That made him groan and grip her hair as he slanted his mouth across hers. His response was encouraging and she reached for him again. This time he didn’t say no, and her hand rubbed the length of him through the thick denim, slowly up and down.

“
Oh damn.” His words were just breath in her ear and she heard him swallow. “Lindsey… ”

“
Just my mouth.” She panted with wanting him, and didn’t even recognize the plea in her voice. “Let me suck you… oh god, please.”

“
Just… ” Her kiss stopped him and she found his tongue, using hers to tease it, sucking at it like a little cock, making his hips buck into hers. She smiled through their kiss as he lifted her and carried her like that, wrapped around him, out of the bathroom. The layout of his place wasn’t familiar enough to her, but she knew when he turned right instead of left, pushing through a door, that they were going into the bedroom. It smelled like Zach in here, cool and clean.

There were no words as he kissed her against the wall, not even making it all the way over to the bed in his lust, pressing his full weight onto her. She took it, greedy, grateful, tugging his shirt off his shoulders. The material stuck at the sleeves, where it was buttoned, and he sighed at the annoyance as he
let her down and undid them. She pressed the seam of her shorts against her clit as she watched him, rubbing it back and forth there with her fingers. His eyes met hers as he tossed his shirt aside and bent to kiss her again.

Welcoming the weight of him, she pushed her pelvis up, angling, seeking his hard length and finding it with the rock of her hips. He nuzzled his way down her neck, pulling her pink tank-tee up over her little breasts and capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. She sighed happily as his tongue made soft circles there, his fingers finding and squeezing the other one, making it stand up.

Replacing his tongue with his other hand, he rolled both of her nipples as he kissed his way down her bare belly. Lindsey wiggled when he dipped his tongue into her navel, knowing just what he was up to, and she wasn’t having any of it.

“
No, you don’t.” She squirmed out from under his weight, turning so she pressed him against the wall. His hands and eyes roamed over her, his fingers moving her shorts aside and she saw his eyes darken at the sight of her shaved pussy. “I told you what I wanted.”

“
Do you always get what you want?” Zach let her go and she slithered between his legs, unbuttoning his jeans and working his zipper down. She didn’t answer him—she was too engrossed in freeing his cock. It was just as beautiful—and big—as it had felt through the denim. Tugging his pants down his hips, she was gratified when he helped her get them and his boxers to his knees, his cock springing free and pointing straight up toward the ceiling.

“
More than a mouthful.” Lindsey swallowed, grasping his shaft in her hand and noticing how slender and pale her fingers seemed in comparison to the thick, dark length of him. He was beautifully uncircumcised, the head already leaking a clearish fluid. She rubbed it over her lips like gloss, looking up at him. “Tell me what you want.”

“
I want to eat that sweet, bald little pussy of yours, girl.” His thumb moved over her bottom lip, rubbing his pre-cum in there. “Come up here.”

“
But don’t you want my mouth?” She teased the frenulum, following the sweet groove with the tip of her tongue. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good at giving head.”

He chuckled.
“I bet you have. Now get your hot little ass up here.”

“
Nuh-uh.” She took him in her mouth, using her best deep-throating technique to work him back into her throat. It wasn’t easy and she fought her gag-reflex, forcing even more of him in. He groaned, his eyes wide as he watched her pink lips grow taut, enveloping his dark length. Still, she couldn’t make it all the way down on him and she came up for air with a gasp, leaving a slick trail of saliva in her wake.

Her hand didn’t stop, though, and she used it to stroke him from base to tip, easing the loose skin up over the head and down again as she looked at his cock, renegotiating just exactly how she was going to take him.

“I said… ” He reached down and grabbed her by the back of her shorts, hauling her around. She gasped, hearing the small sound of the fabric tearing a little, probably somewhere along the seam, and she squealed as he situated her hips over his face. “Come here.”

“
Zach!” Her hand never left his cock as he lifted her. It just twisted around the shaft as he turned her, and she squeezed him hard when his fingers shoved her shorts aside and probed between her lips. He used one hand to spread her open, his fingers tracing her pink folds of flesh, while he kept his other arm wrapped tight around her hips to keep her steady. It was a great distraction and she found it more and more difficult to concentrate on the cock she had taken again into her mouth.

He carried her that way toward the bed, her lips and tongue working his cock, his face buried in the soft wetness of her pussy. He hummed gently over her clit as she sucked him, wrapping both arms around her hips and ass and pulling her up snug against his mouth. All the blood rushed to Lindsey’s head and she flushed with it, hanging onto his cock, dizzy and upside down.

When he eased her down onto the bed, he rolled so she was on top of him and she gasped as his fingers, now free to roam, pressed between her lips, probing her flesh. His tongue moved, relentless, varying both speed and direction, leaving her breathless and guessing what he was going to do next. She couldn’t even keep a steady rhythm on his cock anymore, so she rested her cheek against his thigh and just stroked up and down his length.

“
Oh god, baby… ” she whispered, rocking her hips as he fingered her, two and then three, spreading her wide as he tongued her slit. “You make my pussy feel so good!”

He groaned against her clit, licking faster, making his tongue flat and edging it wetly back and forth until she thought she would go crazy with wanting him. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, and his cock throbbed in her hand, forgotten entirely, a steady pulse in her fist.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” Lindsey felt it coming and worked for it, her hips rolling in circles, her teeth raking along his thigh. She let go of his cock, propping herself up with her palms on his thighs and grinding her pussy down against his face. He took her with a muffled groan, wrapping his arms around her ass and burying his face into her wetness.

Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his thighs as she came, shuddering and throwing her head back, bucking on top of him, completely oblivious to anything but the flood of throbbing heat between her legs that went on and on. He sucked hard at her sensitive clit, making her thrash and squeal and beg him to stop, the pleasure so intense it made her grit her teeth.

“Please!” she begged, unable to wiggle her way out of his hard grasp.

“
You wanted to suck my cock, didn’t you?” He came up for air, gasping, giving her a brief respite. “So suck it, baby!”

She groaned, remembering him then, spitting on her hand and slicking her fist down over the head of him like a wet little pussy and following it with the softness of her lips and mouth and tongue, making him press deeper. Her hand prevented too much of him from sliding into her throat, but even that wasn’t enough to keep her from gagging entirely on his thick length.