Love Kinection (8 page)

“Another time. I want to do this right.”

“I thought you were doing fine.” He spun and put his arms around me and squeezed me tightly against his chest. The kiss he gave me sucked my equilibrium away. It was intense, hot, and my whole body buzzed with unspent electrical current.

“Hush, Abby.” This time when he began to walk, I stumbled along behind him into the bedroom and let him pull my shirt over my head without complaint.

“Tom?” His mouth fastened over my nipple, sucked and nibbled on it through the fabric of my bra. “Do you have any…?”

The eyes that met mine lost most of their iris to the pupil. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

He cocked his head to the side and looked at me for a moment.

“What?” I let my fingers run over his chest and across his back, into his waistband, and dipped them below it so I felt the edge of his underwear.

“I thought you might be mad.”

“Why? It means you want to have sex with me, right?” As if the line of hard flesh trapped between us wasn’t evidence enough.

“I thought you might think it meant I thought you were a sure thing.”

“Nah.” His nipple pebbled between my teeth with a quick bite and when he hissed, I licked the taut flesh. Large hands went down the back of my pants, and he made a low noise when he realized I wore a thong.

“I love these. Take your pants off so I can see.”

I licked his chest from one side to the other and unbuttoned his pants. Getting the zipper down proved to be a challenge, but I finally did and slid his jeans over muscular thighs.

“You first. You already saw me naked, remember?”

“I’ll never forget it.” He picked his feet up until the jeans were low enough to step out of then pulled me in close for another searing kiss. He popped the clasp of my bra, drew it down my arms, and threw it somewhere across the room. He turned around until the mattress hit the backs of my legs and pushed me down.

His mouth and hands nibbled and caressed my skin with slow thoroughness until I squirmed and tried to take my pants off. The bunny slippers went flying with a couple practiced flicks from the ankle.

He unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them over my hips and off my feet. As I stared at him while he looked me over from head to toe, the memory of the day before when he’d seen me drop the towel accompanied the heat of a flush that crept up my neck and into my cheeks.

He ran one finger under the side of my panties and snapped them. “Cupid?”

I’d gotten the underwear a few years ago, and they’d been in the bottom of my drawer since. Cupid was printed on the only real piece of fabric. The rest of the thong consisted of strips.

“I thought maybe I’d been hard on him.”

His dark head bent down, and he licked a line of wet heat along the crease of flesh where my leg and groin met, and I wriggled then dissolved into giggles. He looked up at my face with an unrepentant grin and did it again.

“I think this might be my favorite ticklish spot. But I’m going to investigate further to be sure.”

“Investigate later.” I grabbed his shoulder and pulled. “Kiss me now.”

“Oh, I’m going to kiss you. Don’t worry about that.” He rolled me over onto my belly and grabbed my ass a little roughly. A playful smack bounced off the right cheek before he hooked the thong and ripped it off in one quick motion. It hit the wall.

“You’re going to be picking all those clothes up, mister.”

He moved his body up mine and licked the back of my neck in reply. His boxers were gone and his erection probed between my thighs from behind, a delicious tease. My hips lifted in response when his teeth found my earlobe, and his left hand went around my waist and down between my thighs.

My breath caught when he brushed against my clit with a light experimental flick. I turned my head and kissed him. He used more pressure in the second brush over my clit, and I moved my hips and pressed back.

“Like that?”

“Yes.” His cock throbbed and the desire to grasp it, tease the tip with my tongue overwhelmed me. I couldn’t reach and settled for clutching the sheets instead. My toes barely touched the floor. He pinned me down with his body weight. The frustration turned me on even as it drove me crazy.

Another hot swipe along my earlobe and his lips skirted down my hair line to draw shivers from my body. His fingers ventured farther south and barely breached my entrance. It drew a whimper from me, and I tried again to move, to open my legs wider but failed. He held them in place as he leaned over me from behind.

Tom stood up suddenly and flipped me over onto my back again, pulled me until my butt touched the edge of the mattress. The barest glimpse of his cock jutting out from his body filled my vision before he sank down onto his haunches, used his mouth on my inner thighs, and slid one finger inside me. My muscles clenched and grabbed at the intrusion.

He kissed my thighs and ran his tongue over me at the bare edge of where I really wanted him to be while continuing to tease me with slow thrusts. It was almost, but not quite enough. A frustrated scream bubbled up and died to a moan when he licked my clit once, very slowly. My hips rose off the mattress to follow him but he pushed on my belly and held me down.

Over and over he worked my body, adding a second digit to the first, sucking the nub of flesh between his teeth and nibbling until I orgasmed with my back arched and head braced against the mattress.

Tom let me quiet and then started all over again until I whimpered and lay too boneless to move. He rustled around in his clothes, came up onto the bed next to me, took my face in his palms. I tasted my body on his mouth. My legs hung over the side of the mattress, my muscles so jellified trying to get them up took supreme effort.

“I wanted to do that so badly when I saw you yesterday. Just wanted to throw you down on the floor and have my way with you right there with the door open.”

I reached over and grasped his penis, squeezed it. It was nicely sized. Not porno huge, but nice and thick. My thumb dipped into the slit on the tip and ran around the ridge of flesh at the head.

“Keep it up, and I’ll come too soon.”

He came to me when I grabbed him and twined my fingers in his hair, kissed him until he lay between my legs and almost pressed against the entrance of my vagina.

“I want you inside me.”

“I do like a woman who knows what she wants.” I gripped him again for emphasis. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes with a shudder. “You better stop that. I mean it.”

I let go while he rolled a condom on. I wished it wasn’t necessary. I missed the throb of heat you only felt without a barrier between your body and your lover’s, wanted to feel his bare flesh against my own.

But then he came back on top of me, and I forgot about the condom because his mouth traveled all over my breasts again and my neck, while he breached the tight walls of my pussy and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“Oh my God, you better give me what I want soon, or I’m going to kill you.”

“I’ve been fantasizing about this for five years. Be nice to me.” He took my hands, laced his fingers through them, and held them on either side of my face while his mouth went to work on my nipples again. “Especially when you wear that red blazer. Or the black skirt.”

“Five—ooohhh….” I wrapped my thighs around his waist and lifted my hips when he stroked his cock between my folds. He stared down at me. A slow push brought him by inches inside my body. It rolled my eyes back in my head, and when he was fully sheathed he stopped, leaned down, and kissed me with gentle pressure.

“Okay Abby?”

I squeezed him with my muscles and winked. A deep throated chuckle rose from his chest, and he moved his hips in a circle. The movement drew a groan from my throat, and I brought my head up to bite his lower lip.

“If you don’t get down to business, I’m going to get on top and take care of things myself, Tom.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled back and then plunged in, nice and hard, before coming up higher on my body so his shaft rubbed against my clit with each movement. “Feel good?”

“Yes.” My voice sounded funny, broken. I didn’t care. I met his hips with my own until a new orgasm built, my muscles clenched around him until he gritted his teeth and buried his face in the side of my neck. I eased his head back and stared into his eyes when the crest of it hit me and his cock pulsed with his own release.

Tom rolled onto his side, hugged me briefly, and kissed me before he left to get rid of the rubber. The fear he wouldn’t come back into the bedroom flitted through my head, but he returned before I crawled under the blankets. I got cold quickly without his big body to help keep me warm.

The mattress sank under his weight when he spooned up behind me, one arm snaked around my waist, and he shifted over until our bodies were one long line of warm flesh. Thank God, I still had my socks on. It was damn chilly. Huh, I’d never had sex with socks on before.

“What?” His breath tickled the little hairs on the back of my neck, and I wriggled my toes.

“My socks are still on.”

“I’ll make sure to take them off next time.”

“Who says there’ll be a next time?” I could hear the smile in my voice. He cupped one breast, squeezing it until I wriggled and groaned.

“I say. Go to sleep.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” I reached down between our bodies and touched his penis lightly, with one finger.

“I only brought one condom. You better quit unless you have some of your own.”

I sighed and pouted. Tom was a good lover. I wanted more. More company, more video games. More sex. Vibrations rumbled against my back when he laughed. His free hand grabbed mine from where it tickled over to his back side, and he held it against my belly.

“I’ll bring more rubbers next time. And I’ll make sure to wear you out.”

I yawned but tried to hide it. “It’s been awhile. Sex by yourself isn’t exactly all that fun.”

“Ah, so I’m better than your vibrator? Good to know.”

“Oh, stop. You know how good you are.”

“No, I don’t. Please tell me.”

A minute later, I put another two cents in.

“And I never admitted to having a vibrator.” My face heated in the dark room. I bet he knew it, too.

“Go to sleep.” The bed moved while he clucked under his breath and shifted around behind me.

“Yeah, yeah. Hush.”

“So if I look around in the drawers over here in this nightstand, I’ll find what? Your membership card to the
Star Trek
Fan Club?” he asked.

“I haven’t been in the fan club since I was fifteen. I bet you’re still a member. You probably have a Darth Vader costume at home.”

“Yep. Wanna play rescue Princess Leia from Jabba the Hutt later? I may admit to having a cardboard cutout in the basement.”

I laughed. “Darth Vader would never rescue Leia.”

“Not in the movies, but we can make up our own rules.”

Wrapped up under the blanket with Tom’s heavy arm over my waist and the warmth of his body at my back had to be the perfect way to fall asleep.

Chapter Eight

Tom lay on his back, one arm flung over his head, a decent amount of stubble grown in overnight. He also snored. Any louder and future sleepovers were down the tubes. I’m a terribly light sleeper. Although, if I had to choose between sex with Tom and sleep, my vote went to sex.

He looked really cute with his hair mussed and the fringe of dark eyelashes lying against the tops of his cheeks. I slipped out of the bed with a smile and pulled on a pair of running pants and a top. I liked the fancy stuff.

The third mile of my treadmill torture session crept toward the end when he came into the spare bedroom. I don’t run, but I do walk pretty fast on an incline, so I was drenched in sweat and smelly. He looked edible, of course, in nothing but his jeans. They weren’t buttoned.

I wonder if those might fall down
.

He wandered along the walls, looking at my collection. James Marsters (as Captain John Hart from
Torchwood
) currently held the spot of honor on the wall opposite my treadmill. I liked to look at him while I walked. Not to take away from his years-long role on
Buffy
as Spike, but wow, the gun belt and dirty wife beater with the military jacket over top…. Mama help me. So sexy.

He stopped in the corner and put his arm over my David Tennant cardboard cutout.

“So, you’ve got a lot of posters. And most of them are dudes.”

“What, feeling threatened by my man candy?” I’d ordered a new one three days before. Tom Hardy and Joel Edgerton. In nothing but shorts and their rippling abs. Yum.

“No. I’m here, they’re not. And you have that awesome
Walking Dead
one over there. And
Battlestar Galactica
.”

“Don’t say it.”

“Say what?” He feigned innocence with big eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

“You know what.” I glared at him with my eyes narrowed and fought my own laugh.

“Where’d you find the cardboard cutout?”

“I didn’t. My friend Leslie bought it for me.”

“Oh. Your friends must be pretty cool. Want to go out for breakfast?” He walked over to the opposite wall and started to check out the Pez dispensers.

“Sure. Oh, crap. I forgot to put the food away last night.”

“No worries. I stuck it in the fridge after you fell asleep, and then I went through all your drawers until I found your sex toys.”

The first statement pleased me. However, when I processed the part about my drawers I nearly tripped and fell off the treadmill. “I was kidding.” He laughed and grabbed my elbow to steady me when I stepped off the belt onto the sides. “But now I’m really curious to know what you’ve got in there.”

“You’re an ass.” I stood on the side rails and tried to get my heart rate back down to a level good for exercise and not an indicator of blind embarrassed panic. “I’m almost done.”

“All right.” He started to peruse my stuff again, and I wished he’d leave the room while I sweated all over the place. What did he want? He focused on me again. “Do you wear any underwear under those pants? ’Cause I can’t see any panty lines.”