Just Her Luck (18 page)

I hope he is, anyways.

I'm so nervous, playing the role of lusty wench, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

He looked unsure for a minute, like he thought maybe he'd been wrong with his very accurate assumption of my being frightened by personal intimacy, but he must have said 'fuck it' and decided to test out his theory, closing the distance between us, his lips claiming mine, mouths fitting together perfectly.

I gasped at the contact.

Like a flawlessly matched set, my soft full lips made to fit with his thick firm ones just right.

He pulled back, closing his eyes, breaking the kiss as quickly as it had started.

Breathing heavily, he tried to get himself under control, then opened his eyes back up, both of us gazing at each other in astonishment and need, disconcerted to find a font of untapped passion smoldering between us, in our bodies, in each other's gazes.

A veritable wealth of sexual heat, practically steaming out from between us.

Just for us- for each other.

It was unsettling to say the least, yet unyielding in its grip as the thought of that hard body held intimately with mine took hold, embedding itself into my brain.

I wanted to moan out loud at the mental image it portrayed.

Both of us, skin on skin, bodies matched up perfectly, thrusting in time with one another, climbing towards our ultimate goal, intimately locked in the throes of passion.

It made a rush of wetness soak my pussy, blood rushing to throb through my groin and clit, pounding in time to the frantic staccato of my heart.

No one has ever made me feel like this.

This... wanting... this needy... on fire.

"What are we doing?" I whispered, staring fixedly at his lips, my body lit up and tingling, flushing with desire, "I barely know you..."

"I don't even like you," he said hoarsely, licking his lips repeatedly, eyes never wavering from my face, his own face flushed, hair properly mussed, "You call me pervert."

"We should stop." I leaned towards him unwittingly.

"Mmmm, hmmm," he murmured, breath teasing my lips once again as he leaned in as well.

It was a standoff now, neither one of us willing to concede and finish the distance, unwilling to surrender to the other, yet unable to pull back.

What are we doing?

This is crazy!

We're crazy!

But it feels so good...

No! Vieve, remember yourself!
I chastised.

"You
are
a
pervert
," I clipped at him, reminding myself of exactly what bugs me about him, shoring up my defenses, glaring at him warningly.

"And you're nothing but a muddy-green-eyed, grubby looking, tattooed, pierced, foul mouthed, wild haired hussy that goes around causing problems and kissing people!" he ground out, doing the same to me.

"Release me then," I growled, gasping when I wriggled to get free and my sex inadvertently rubbed up against his jean clad cock enticingly.

He closed his eyes and ground himself back against me, biting his lip to keep himself from calling out.

It felt so good, I found myself grinding my teeth to keep from calling out as well as I shifted a little and intentionally ground back.

"I can't. We can't. We shouldn't," he panted out, shaking his head, his body plastering itself to mine, our chests heaving together, heartbeats in time with one another's, my nipples hard little beads digging into his pecs.

"What are you doing to me?" he growled huskily, nipping at my lower lip, hands roaming restlessly over my back, "I don't know fuckin' why but god do I want you!"

"Just once," I promised with a quick peck, fingers digging into his back, "One quick fuck and then we go about our business, yes? Both go our separate ways," I tossed out there, body primed and ready to go.

It's just one quick tumble
, I reasoned with myself.
I can do that.

Just one.

Just once...

He nodded and kissed me back, breaking it only when I pushed at his chest a bit.

"Just once. Then we can get
this
,
whatever it is
, out of our systems."

"Then I go back to gettin’ you gone," he agreed, hands sliding down to cup my ass, squeezing rhythmically as we ironed out all the details between small searching kisses.

"Whatever
- hire someone else and I'm as good as gone. Consider this
therapeutic
, taking our frustration out in a productive manner," I said quickly, and we both pulled each other in, his lips clashing with mine in a heated frenzy, teeth bashing momentarily, tongues touching and tasting, breaths gasping and mingling in an all-out free for all.

"Productive... therapeutic, I like that, prison bait. We'll go with that," he groaned, ripping my shirt open.

"Watch it, pervert," I murmured hurriedly against his lips, "I liked that shirt."

"Why do you feel so fucking good?" he groaned out, studying me with hazel blue fire lighting his good eye, sliding his hands into my panties, caressing my naked arse.

"God, you have a sweet ass. I should have spanked it earlier when I had the chance."

"What's stopping you now?" I chuckled huskily.

He slapped my sassy rump and nipped at my chin.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, arching into his touch.

"Cheeky, Vieve, always so full," he proceeded to run his tongue along my jaw line, making me shiver. "Of cheek," he grunted when I pinched his nipple, and he slapped my ass again.

I gasped and ground myself against him, fingers unerringly finding his mop of dark brown locks again, using them for leverage as I rubbed my mons into the seam of his jeans.

His fingers ventured back to my hair too, then tightened, fisting in the unruly, dark brown mass, my own hands tugging him towards me as we met in a fiery maelstrom unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, our bodies calling to one another in a sudden feast of the flesh.

I tugged at his shirt, my hands touching everywhere as I tried to get him naked, needing, wanting, heated skin to heated skin.

Now.

"This doesn't mean a thing," I managed between gasps, tugging at his lower lip with my teeth.

He groaned and clawed at my panties, erection bulging against me in his pants.

"Not a fuckin' thing," he ground out, kissing me just as fervently.

"I still hate you," I moaned, crying out a little when he pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts and pinching one of my nipples.

"Why pierce these too?" he whispered against my lips, playing with the little barbell pierced through one, tugging it from side to side.

"Ah! Mmmm... That's why!" I cried out, arching into his work roughened hand.

"I'll admit," he whispered, almost reluctantly, "I do actually like these."

He punctuated his point by giving it another body wracking, core rippling, lust inducing tug.

"Mmm. We should really wash off first." He pulled back suddenly, quickly releasing me and stunning me as he stopped, leaving me standing there all muddled and hot.

Stepping back to drop his pants and finish pulling his shirt over his head, he smiled wickedly, his lean, lithe body out on display, a dark trail of springy hair leading to his
very
happy place.

All for me.

Mmmm. All for me.

"Should I lick you clean, then?" I whispered, coming closer.

He swallowed hard, watching my approach as I prowled towards him, reaching behind him as he fiddled with the knobs in the shower, turning them warmer than what they were originally.

I quickly stripped my clothes off and ran past him, jumping in before he could, sticking my tongue out at as I scooped up the soap, lathering it in my hands.

"I win!" I crowed, grinning up at him, heat pooling in my sex as he stalked towards me, predatory grace exuding from his every move as he closed in on me.

"How so? I'm the one who's caught you? Or did you forget how this game works?"

He backed me into the shower stall, and I ran my soapy hands up his torso, grazing his nipples, pinching and twisting them as I went.

"Maybe you should tell me, pervert," I purred, biting at his tightened bud when the spray from the shower washed most of the soap off.

He shuddered and cupped the back of my neck, his erection nestled nicely between us as he gave a quick thrust, his cock pressing into my soft, pliant tummy.

Reaching between us, I gripped his shaft, running my still soapy hands along it, exploring his glorious member, smoothing my fingers over the velvety soft, slightly upward arching head, stroking down the thick, heavily veined shaft again and again, my sex creaming as he let me know, quite vocally, how much he's enjoying my ministrations.

"Like that, Reeve?" I taunted, running my hands over the head, cupping water in my hands to trickle down his length, then kneeling down to lick the pre cum off of the tip, tongue and lips swirling over it sensuously.

"Just don't bite it off," he chuckled between gasping pants, his hand sifting through my hair, letting me take charge, enjoying the ride.

I smiled around the head of his shaft, letting my teeth intentionally graze him.

He gripped my hair and brought my head back, tilting my face up until the water from the shower pelted down over me, running down in thick rivulets.

"Come here, little hell cat," he growled, tugging me towards him, tongue thrusting into my mouth once he’d pulled me up close enough, picking me up to press me up hard against the tiled shower wall.

I eagerly spread my legs, wrapping them around his trim waist as he hitched me up higher, rubbing his shaft against the lips of my slippery labia, playing in my pussy juices, sliding up and down, mimicking him fucking me as he took the lead in our carnal love play, making me shiver at every pass, panting impatiently every time his thickened cock brushed my swollen clit.

He picked up the soap, lathering me up, paying special attention to my neck and chest.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, sweet thang," he ground out, keeping up with his tantalizingly torture; his cock slipping and sliding over my swollen, self-lubricated lips, alternately cupping water in his hands as he let it cascade over my body, rinsing the soap and grime away, expression full of the same irrepressible need in his that I know mirrors in my own.

"Condom. Condom. Reeve!" I panted, before things went any further.

"It's okay," he promised, kissing me hard, silencing me with his thick, masterful tongue and sensuous lips, the head of his cock kissing the mouth of my sex, slowly teasing its way into my entrance.

It’s okay, he says? It’s okay?

"Reeve!" I gasped, breaking the kiss.

"I can’t have kids," he assured me, advancing another inch, moaning with me at the tight fit as he slowly, but steadily, forged his way in, "We don't need them."

I wanted to shove down on him and go to town, rock his cowgirl lovin' world, thrust myself down on his thick fat dick, feel him wedged deep inside my hot wet cunt, fuck him hard, fast and rough.

Just the way I like it.

But first things first.

"Wait!" I panted helplessly, gripping his biceps, "
I
need condoms!"

He looked at me dubiously, pulling back, examining us from where we were intimately joined, amused by my outburst.

He looked back up at me and gave me an impish grin.

"You got somethin' somewhere down there I don't know about, Vieve? I don't see where you'd put one."

I slapped at his chest and glared at him.

"There are other things to worry about, you know!"

"Vieve," he whispered, kissing me, hesitating for a minute. "I..." He grimaced and made a noise in the back of his throat, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this." He sighed heavily and shook his head, laughing a little ruefully.

"Then don't tell me, you jumbled up, man-child! What do I care?! Just go get a condom and get on with it!" I barked, ready to get things movin' on this love train.

I wiggled around a little to make my point.

Or should I say I wiggled around on
his
point.

"Yes. Yes, I do.
This,"
he growled out, thrusting shallowly in and out of me, telling me precisely why he was admitting this to me, "is exactly why I'm doing this."

"Mmm," I murmured huskily, my pussy clamping down on the head of his thickened shaft.

"I haven't had sex with a woman in four years," he blurted, face flushing adorably pink, waiting for me to give him the green light on bare backing it.

Or laugh at him.

I did neither, opting to gape at him in disbelief.

"No," I whispered, waiting for him to say he was messing with me.