We Shouldn't and Yet... (10 page)

“You taste so good,’’ he says in my neck, licking and kissing along the way. His breathing is as labored as mine. He pushes his hips into me again and I moan again, my nails digging in his neck. “Feel so good too.’’ He bites me right where my pulse is hammering in my neck and I push his head into me for more. Always more. “That’s right, beautiful.’’ He snakes his hand between us and unbuttons my pants, now pulling his head away to lock his glassy eyes with mine. He’s a goner too, and knowing I’m the one doing this to such a man is driving me insane.

His fingers play for a second with my panties before he pushes his hand inside after I move my hips into him, urging him on without doubts, shame or guilt. I’m just in the now, feeling so good, so sexy, so wanton. For once, I’m not thinking about what we shouldn’t be doing. Instead, I’m fully enjoying what we shouldn’t be doing and yet what we’re actually doing.

He circles my wet clit once, and I have to grip his bulging biceps tight, my nails digging through the soft fabric of his shirt. His answering growl begs for me to open my legs wider, and I do. I hook my leg around his waist, my bare foot pressing into the back of his hard thigh. He presses on my clit repeatedly, circling it until I move my hips in rhythm, trying to press more, begging for more as my core clenches again and again. I close my eyes, head thrown back, neck offered for him to kiss, nip, and lick. My body is only shivers, goosebumps and sparks.

“Tell me you want more,’’ he says in a husky voice I barely recognize, desire barely controlled adding something dark to his tone.

“Jen…Jensen,’’ I stammer, my breathing labored, my voice thick. I moan and bring my head to his chest, right under his head, my lips now tasting his neck. At the first hint of salt and something all male, I moan louder, my hips move faster, urging him on. “I’m so close.’’

“Fuck. Fuck.’’ He presses a finger inside me. Finally. We both moan when I clench tight around his thick finger. When he makes a come hither motion inside me, hitting right at that place that makes me see double, ready to come harder than I remember ever coming, he grips my hair behind my head, tugs harshly and kisses me deeply, intensely. And just like that, with the hint of pain on my scalp and the sinful movement of his finger inside me, surrounded by this intensely sexual man, I come.

I shake violently in his embrace, barely holding upright when several waves of pleasure hit me. He removes his hand from my soaked panties and hugs me tight to him. Under my head, his heart is beating hard and fast and every few seconds, tremors run through him. But when I gather my wits again, I realize he’s still rock hard and I feel myself clenching again with another tug of desire, pure lust with the possibilities of what he has yet to do to me.

Slowly, he pulls away until I’m looking up at his face, flushed under his five o’clock shadow. His lips are red, swollen from our kisses and his eyes are dark with lust. He’s sinfully gorgeous. With deliberate movement, he bring his hand to his mouth, the one that was in my panties. And he puts his index finger in his mouth, closing his eyes when his tongue swirls around it, tasting me without shame or uncertainty. I feel hot all over again, imaging what his tongue could do, because he’s already an amazing kisser. I can only imagine what he can do with it elsewhere. I bring my thighs closer, rubbing my legs discreetly.

He reopens his eyes as he pulls away his damp finger. “I
want
to taste your pussy, but I
need
to be inside you. What do you say, Aideen?’’

“You know the answer,’’ I reply breathlessly, still thinking of nothing else but this man.

He nods and cups my head in his hands again. His mouth is now almost touching mine. I’m sure that if he talks I’ll feel the words his lips are forming on my mouth. He runs his nose along mine before kissing it. “I want you to say it. I want to hear your voice getting lower, thicker when you utter those words. I want to see the way your lips move to form these words. You know what to do, beautiful.’’

There’s no room for fears or doubts. I’m only filled with lust, desire for this man and no other. He’s turning me on too much to deny him. I want him too much to deny myself this. I’m in the here and now and I want to feel him inside me. I need to see him naked and worship his tight body. I want to see him come, knowing that I’m the one giving him that kind of pleasure. I crave him and I’ve never craved someone on such a carnal need. It’s dangerous, but it’s too good to pass up.

“I want you inside me.’’

The feral look in his eyes gets more intense, overthrowing me and making my blood boil again. I don’t know if I’m the one moving first or if it’s him, but we’re kissing again. His tongue, soft yet demanding draws out another gasp from me. I run a hand in his short hair, over his whiskers, reveling in the sensation of the rasp against my palm. His hands travel from my hips to my ass, squeezing an ass cheek with his big hand, pushing me more harshly against him. He bites my lip, his eyes now open and locked on mine, a wicked smirk on his mouth as he pulls his head away. I don’t have enough time to question him when he takes me in his arms, hooking my legs around him as his hands grips the back of my thighs, dangerously close to my ass. I squeal briefly before his mouth attacks mine again in a soul searching kiss that makes me lose my bearings.

I know we’re moving, I’m aware that he’s walking, but I don’t care, I don’t even worry that I’m too heavy or that he’s going to fall or drop me. In fact, I know he’s strong enough to keep me up in his arms and I’m too consumed by his kiss to think of anything else.

Delicately, far more delicately than I ever thought coming from such a man, he lays me down on the bed I made with fresh new bedsheets. He stands between my dangling legs, his eyes roaming my body, stopping at my heaving chest and my stomach bared from my top that has ridden up when he put me on the bed.

“Lose the shirt.’’ I point at his chest. “I want to see you.’’

His smirk becomes a smile and I swoon. Right there.

“Lose yours than.’’ He tugs his up and over his head in one swift move, rendered incredibly sexy by the ripples of his muscles.

I sit up and strip off my top, throwing it next to his feet. But I don’t look at anything other than the expanse of bare skin laid out for my viewing pleasure. His skin is glowing softly in the dim light coming from the hall and the fading sun-rays from the outside. Some hair on his chest, forearms and down his navel adds to his sex appeal, so much so that I can’t mistake him for anything but a mature man. His muscles are visible, tight, but not overly bulky and there’s nothing tarnishing his body. I glance at his jeans hanging low on his hips, barely hiding the ‘v’ thing that’s always made me drool. The fabric of his pants doesn’t hide the bulge of his hard cock and I’m itching to touch it, to get acquainted with that part of him I’m craving.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to lose it, beautiful.’’

“Maybe that’s what I want.’’

He chuckles and loses his shoes and socks, only looking away a couple of seconds from my heavy breasts covered by a see-through black bra. “You don’t.’’

I tilt my chin up, defiant. “I do.’’

He crawls over me on the bed, making sure to press his erection along my thigh until it sits where I’m aching for it, pushing once, twice, three times into me. We both gasp and moan, clutching at each other, desperate and yet reveling in the tease, the burning torture.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out, Aideen. It’s going to be good, hard, long and wild. Are you really sure you want me to lose it completely?’’

I nip at his lower lip, harder than I did before and his eyes roll back. I smile and arch an eyebrow as I bring a hand to his ass and tilt up my hips. “I know what I want, Jensen. Now, give it to me.’’

He kisses my jaw and down my neck. His tongue tastes me every now and then, keeping me guessing when it’d make an appearance. I arch up to him, asking for more pleasure without saying a word. He then nips at my shoulder, shy of giving me pain. Instead, another wave of liquid pleasure takes over me.

He keeps most of his weight off me with one of his forearms near my head and pulls back just enough to palm my breast. I know what it’s like to be fondled, but being touched by this man is a new experience altogether. Maybe it’s because he’s much older than me, more experienced, maybe it’s the taste of the forbidden that makes me feel things more profoundly, but the thing is… I think that if he keeps touching my breast like this, I can come. I’m not usually that responsive.

Through my thin sheer bra, nothing is hidden. His eyes greedily take in my rosy taut pink nipple tenting the fabric and soon, his fingers toy with it. It’s a soft touch, slow and teasing. I arch up again and I’m rewarded with a smirk on his swollen lips. I squeeze his ass cheeks, pushing him into me once more and he flushes more deeply, his eyes burning more than they already are. Countering my brazen move, his deft fingers pinch my sensitive nipple, harshly so. I moan out, almost crying, and his lips close around it, his tongue licking through my bra to soften the pain. I wrap my legs around him, my hands now both on his head, urging him on. I don’t want this to stop.

“Jensen,’’ I say brokenly. I’m out of breath already, unsure of what I want to say or how to say it. I’m on sensation overload and it’s only getting more out of hand when his now free fingers go back in my panties while his mouth is still nipping, kissing, licking my nipples, one and then the other, over my damn bra.

He circles my clit, already very sensitive from his touch earlier. I mewl and force his head back up to my face, taking his mouth forcefully. This kiss is wild, out of control. I don’t know where my tongue begins and his ends anymore. I’m lost to the motion, to the pleasure. My hips keep moving, up and down, up and down, mimicking what I want.

He pushes his hard cock still covered by his pants against my leg, following the exact same rhythm of his fingers around my clit, bringing me higher and higher still, something I thought impossible after coming just a few minutes before. I’m panting harder, faster, already starting to crest that hill toward the cliff, but he stops and pulls back on his haunches.

“Wha—‘’

My words die when he abruptly strips off his jeans, showing me he’s going commando under the denim. I’m pretty sure I moan at the first glimpse of him, but at this point I don’t care. I’m too consumed by what I’m seeing and I clench harder on nothing, hoping for the hard and thick cock in front of me. His tip is already glistening and I lick my lip imagining myself tasting him. But I stay put, mesmerized as I take the rest of him in.

His strong legs with thick thighs lightly covered by dark hair are parted. His tight abs, a real six pack, lead to pecs dusted by more hair and topped by broad and impressive shoulders I’m dying to hang onto. The muscles in his arms bulge, as if it’s physically difficult for him to stay still without touching me. With clothes on Jensen is handsome, but without any he’s downright magnificent and too hot to handle.

“Are you thinking about what I can do to you?’’ His rough voice hits me right in my core.

“I was actually thinking about my mouth on your cock.’’ I would never say something like that usually, but I’m past shame and lost in this lust bubble Jensen has pushed me in.

He groans and his cock twitches. Another drop of pre-cum glistens on his tip and I wriggle on the bed, eager. “You’re testing my limits.’’

With shaky hands from the adrenaline coursing through me and my eagerness, I strip down to my underwear, throwing my pants in one corner of my tiny bedroom. His dark eyes don’t leave my body once. His eyes are like a caress on my feverish skin. If I close my eyelids I’m sure I’d be able to feel the weight of them on me, but I can’t not look at the naked and aroused man standing between my legs.

“How the fuck can you be even more gorgeous than I thought?’’ He comes back to me, and slowly crawls back over me, his knees on either side of me as he grabs my waist and propels me up the bed until my legs are fully on the mattress. Then, he brings his lips to my skin and starts kissing my knees. His soft lips part as if to devour me whole. That alone makes me burn hotter.

After my knees, he goes for my inner thighs, cupping them with his big hands, opening them wider as his mouth ascends. Every now and then he nips me and I stop breathing until his open mouthed kisses start again. I push myself up to my elbows and look at his head between my legs, his face so close to my core that I feel myself blush more. He brushes his raspy cheeks against my inner thighs, raising more goosebumps on my heated skin. And then, he brings his mouth to my soaked panties and closes his eyes, brows furrowed as his lips attack my clit. I moan and throw my head back in pure ecstasy and need. My arms shake and barely hold me up. My breathing accelerates. My mouth stays open and he pushes on, his lips intent over my covered clit.

“Jensen…Jensen…’’

He groans and grips my hips as I start moving in earnest now, unable to stay still. I lean on my elbows, eyes open into slits as I watch his head move between my legs. I grab him and push him even more into me, my moans louder than before.

Out of nowhere, he pushes away my hands with force and pulls away from my aching core. I don’t have time to question him, he tugs my underwear down and away from my body. His eyes are wild, his mouth red and glistening. His cheeks are downright red under his scruff. His chest is heaving, his muscles tight and flexing. He looks ready to explode and I’m the one bringing him so close.