Emma Hillman (7 page)

“Fuck.” He pulled back from her and slumped against the wall at her side.

She took the opportunity offered and slid to her knees in front of him. There, she grinned as she spotted the markings on his hips. Two lovely ink Chinese characters were staring back at her. She’d fantasized about those for years, ever since she’d read an article about him getting new tats. No one had been able to take a picture of them but she’d seen groupies’ accounts of their nights with him and they’d all confirmed their existence and how sexy they were. And now it was her turn…Licking her lips, she bent down and traced the first one with the tip of her tongue.

She took her time and painstakingly traced every line the way it should be done. From left to right, top to bottom, she copied the characters with her tongue.

“What are you doing?”

“Writing!” Looking up, she winked at him.

“You know Chinese?”

She nodded, catching his look of disbelief. “I’m not an airhead, Kev. I might like football but it doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” She went back to her task and did it all over again.

Kevin looked down at her bent head and pondered what she’d just told him. She knew Chinese? He really had to learn more about her. What she did for a living would be a good start. Come to think of it, he should start by remembering her name. He couldn’t keep on calling her baby all the time. He’d seen it on the papers that had littered her desk so he’d known it at the time. What the hell was it again?

She flicked her tongue over his balls, interrupting his wandering thoughts.

He hissed above her and soon enough, his fingers were clenched in her hair. She grinned at the expected gesture, wondering in the back of her mind how mussed she must be looking right now. Ah well, after this was over, she’d find a mirror before going back out to face the strippers.

“Baby, are you sure you wanna do this? I’d rather fuck,” Kevin asked, his voice low.

Pressing a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, she drew back and looked up. “I’m sure. You can do whatever you want after I’ve done this. Please?” She batted her lashes.

He grunted, “Whatever I want?”

He had to focus on that one! “Yeah. As long as I like it.”

“Oh, you will,” his voice drifted as he eyed the booth behind her. His mind began running through all the positions he could push her body in.

She took her time exploring his body and by the time she finally drew herself up, pre-cum was leaking from his slit. His cock nearly purple, he leaned against the wall with his hands into fists at his sides.

“Are you finished?”

“Yep!” She grinned as she traced his pecs.

“Thank God!” He turned her around and pressed on her back. “Hold on to the booth.”

Again? She thought as he bent her over, her ass waving in the air. “You really do like that position, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” He was a man of few words. “I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name, baby. But first-“

She waited but nothing else came. “But first what?”

“First, I do this,” he added just before he opened her up.

Her hips jerked but she held on as his fingers smoothed over her sex, lingering where she preferred to be touched. Seems like he’d been learning what she liked, she smiled, happy at the thought.

“I love the way you taste,” he said after a lick centered on her clit. He entered her with one long finger and immediately hooked it inside her, searching for her G-spot.

“Ohh, yeah.” She loved it when he touched her there. He just knew what to do to make it come alive and then the sex became even more mind-blowing. If only all the men in the world knew how to do that, life would be a lot nicer. She should do a tutorial on how to find a woman’s G-spot. It would be a sure fire way to make the world a more peaceful place.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” His voice rang behind her, husky as hell.

The sound vibrated through her just as the pad of his finger pressed against her spot. He rubbed it to life and she started pumping her hips in time.

“Perfect!” He drew back, his finger leaving her just as it was getting good.

“Hey!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with ya.” He sounded almost amused. “What about if I do this?” He drew his finger up until it drifted up between her butt cheeks.

She wriggled at the caress, unsure if she liked it or not. It felt nice because it was unhurried but she wasn’t sure she was ready to try this. Especially not here, she added inwardly. She needed lube. She needed preparation. She needed-

“Relax, babe, I ain’t gonna take you up the ass,” he said and let his finger drift back down. “Not yet anyway.” He added just as he pressed against her rose.

“Kev!”

“What did I just say?”

“But-“

“I’m just making sure you’re ready for me.”

She blinked, by poking her ass? That didn’t make any sense!

“Mmm,” he groaned, feeling how tight she was. Dragging his finger down so it swirled around her clit, he gathered moisture and went back up to poke at her hole some more. “I’m gonna save this for another time but just the idea is nearly enough to make me come.”

Wow, she tightened her hands around the fake leather booth. Really? Maybe she should reconsider this then.

“Okay, baby, time to fuck. Are you holding on?”

She was brought back to the present so suddenly she forgot that she should reply. Considering he didn’t bother to wait for her response, it didn’t really matter in the end. He simply grabbed her hips, pulled her up and started pushing his cock inside her.

And then, he stopped.

“Kevin!” she yelled, making him laugh.

“You’re not really patient, are you?”

Hell, he had to stop playing with her. She needed something here! Her G-spot was begging to be touched and it was killing her back to be in this position. Again. She decided to take matters in her own hands, so to speak. With one mighty push, she rolled her hips back and yelped when his cock slid to the deep of her. His head brushed her cervix, his balls slapped against her ass but she couldn’t care less because with a roar, he started thrusting.

“That was fucking sexy!” He sounded pleased, thank God.

He angled himself so his head bumped into her spot each time he pushed back inside her. His hands slid up from her waist until they were cupping each of her breasts, tweaking her nipples in time with his thrusts. It was so amazing, she closed her eyes and held on for the ride. She couldn’t think anymore, she could only feel and hell, was it good.

She came the first time seconds later, her walls clenching around him. He growled but kept on thrusting. Feeling sore, she managed not to slump against the booth and to push herself back up. She had no energy left, she realized as he rammed into her so hard the settee inched forward. It bumped into the fake glass wall, bringing her head up. She stared at the club beneath their feet and yelped when she noticed another woman twirling around a pole. Kevin was staring at the stripper while he was fucking her, she was sure of it! That’s why he’d chosen that position. Argh!

“Stop!” she shouted, startling him so much he fell out of her.

“What the fuck? I haven’t come!”

“I know,” she said as she straightened and turned around. “I just wanted to switch positions.”

“Now?”

“Yep.” She looked around, unsure of what to do. She needed to find something, quick!

Kevin being Kevin, however, took matters into his own hands and made her fall onto the seat behind her. She landed with a jerk, her breasts jiggling madly. Spreading her thighs wide, she watched as he settled above her, his mouth brushing her nipple for a quick nip before it met hers.

“Hey,” she said as he broke the kiss.

“Hey. Need to fuck. Now.” He’d barely uttered the words before he pushed into her.

She pulled her legs up until they were near his arms and grabbed his butt in both hands. Tilting her pelvis towards his, she moaned out loud when he hit her clit on a downward stroke. Ohh, lovely. She pressed her nails into his ass and heard his answering growl somewhere above her.

“I wanna come again,” she whispered.

“I’ll settle for just one,” he replied, making her giggle.

“Stop laughing! This isn’t funny!”

“Yes, it is.” She arched her back, loving the friction coming from his pubic bone. Mmm, she was so going to have another orgasm. This time though, she knew he wasn’t –couldn’t– look at the strippers downstairs. “Come for me, Kev.”

Kevin tensed as he felt her tighten her walls around his pounding length. The damn woman was going to make him lose control. He pushed on his hands until he was towering above her and stopped moving.

Her eyes snapped open, “What-“

He didn’t give her time to protest. His thumb found her clit and he began rubbing it slowly, taking up the same rhythm with his cock.

“Oh god!” Her moan rang loudly, making him grin in triumph.

Was he good or what? He watched himself enter her, her folds wet and inviting. Feeling her walls clench yet again, he growled and fell back down. Without barely any pause, he found himself pounding into her, his release impending.

She screamed, her eyes closing as heat spiraled through her.

He stilled just before he exploded inside her, a roar leaving his open mouth. He came for such a long time he barely managed to settle his body over hers before lying there, spent.

* * * *

“That was amazing,” she said minutes later. The club’s loud music was starting to give her a headache and Kevin was very heavy on top of her but she couldn’t care less. They’d just had amazing sex and she was starting to realize how addicting he was becoming.

She’d never thought she could turn into this woman, the one who stopped at nothing to get what she wanted. But she’d fantasized about him for years and now here she was, in his arms, with his cock still inside her. His semen was slowly dripping onto the fake leather, mixed with her juices. God, wasn’t life just perfect?

Who’d known ramming her car into his would have those kinds of consequences?

“I gotta go.” He finally looked up before pushing on his hands and sliding out of her.

“I know.” She nodded, aware she’d been waiting for his usual goodbye routine. She was beginning to know him well.

“Thanks, baby.” He smiled as he collected his clothes and started getting dressed.

She stretched her limbs out and sighed, “My pleasure.” With a grin, she stood up and went to grab her own clothes. “Guess I should go to the movies more often.”

He chuckled and patted her butt as she walked past him. “Get moving, I need to get back home.”

“So do I,” she replied as she bent down and slithered her skirt back up her legs. She winced when she realized she was still leaking but this time, she didn’t even have any panties to stench the flow.

“Shoot.” She needed her purse and the wipes she now carried everywhere with her but she’d left it in her car. “I need to wash up.”

Kevin nodded before opening the door and pointing towards the end of the corridor. “There’s a bathroom over there.”

“Okay, thanks.” She brushed her palms over her top and rammed her arms into her jacket’s sleeves.

Patting the inside pocket, she made sure she still had her car keys before crossing the room and stopping in front of him. “I’m guessing you’ll be gone by the time I get out so…thanks, I loved it.” With a grin, she braced her hands on his chest and leaned up on her toes for a quick kiss.

He let her kiss him and watched her leave the room seconds later, wondering if he was going to see her again. Then he remembered what they’d just done and shrugged, of course he would. She was the best thing that’d happened to him in a long while. The perfect fuck buddy. No strings, just some hot sex.

Smiling to himself, he strode down the stairs and nodded to the stripper dancing on the stage before making his way out. Didn’t look like he would be back here anytime soon. He didn’t need the extra spice after all. Not anymore.

Mia,

Here’s my address: 3261 Shady Dr.

I’ll be expecting you tonight, 9pm. Wear something sexy.

Kevin

She reread the note she’d found stuck to her front door and started giggling. He’d given her his address! He was inviting her to his place! Result!

Checking out her watch, she gasped when she noticed it was already past 7. She danced her way into the house and hurried to her bedroom. She had to find something suitable to wear and pronto!

Oh god, she had to take a shower, get her body fuzz-free and oil-soft, do her make-up and find something to do with her hair, get dressed, drive to his house and most importantly, not be late.

Although…She stopped short in the middle of her closet. Maybe being late would be a good thing.

After all, he’d be angry and she loved him mad. It just added a little something to their love-making.

Okay, so she’d be late. Considering al the things she had to do in less than two hours, that shouldn’t be too difficult to achieve!

* * * *

“You’re late,” was the first thing that he said as she stepped onto his porch and the door opened.

She grinned, having expected those exact same words. “I know but I only got your message two hours ago.”

“And it took you two hours to get down here?”

Mia gestured to her ensemble, “I had to get ready so yeah.”

He grunted but let her in. She swept past him, her coat brushing his legs as she whirled around and asked, “Don’t I get a welcome kiss?”

His eyes flashed, “You would have if you hadn’t been late. Now I have no choice but to punish you.”

She took a step back, “I don’t do BSDM, Kevin.”

“Surely a little bondage won’t hurt you.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and tugged on her coat. It slid down and pooled at her high heels clad feet.

“You like?” She couldn’t help but ask, enjoying his shocked silence.

“Hell yeah.” He licked his lips as he traced her curves with his eyes. She was wearing a brown corset, her breasts flowing over the lacy cups. His gaze flew down to take in the tiny G-string in the same color, barely hiding her thatch of hair. Then there was the attached garter belt and stockings. Her pale skin was such a deep contrast to the black nylon he felt an urge to kneel down and kiss her thighs. No, no, no. He had to stay in control! Taking a deep breath, he turned her around and pushed her further into the house, intent on taking her to where the fun started. “But I’m still going to punish you.”