Rough Around the Edges (14 page)

He rose and wrapped his arms around her. Her cotton top was soft against the insides of his arms. In his hurry to give her pleasure, he hadn’t taken it off of her. He’d change that soon. For now, the thrill of anticipation was like lightning coursing down his spine, striking an area at the base of it and making every muscle in his body clench.

She leaned against him and he lowered his head, simultaneously sweeping a handful of her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck.

Her pulse jumped against his lips and he settled them deeper into the warm hollow above her collarbone as she sighed. As he let his teeth scrape lightly against her skin, she slid a hand between their bodies and gripped his cock through his jeans, running a thumb down the stiff shaft.

A bolt of weakness struck his knees and he had to work to stand up straight. The sensation didn’t last. A second later, the same longing that had hardened his cock flooded the rest of his body, making him ache to move – into her, with her. He’d never wanted to fuck so badly. One touch, one stroke of her thumb and he was half-crazy with wanting her.

His every instinct urged him to get closer, but he forced himself to take a step backward so she’d have an easier time maneuvering her hand.

She took advantage of the freedom, unbuttoning his jeans and tucking her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. When her fingertips slipped over the head of his cock, he moaned.

She slid her hand lower, grasping his shaft and forming a fist around it, causing his underwear to slide down over his hip bones, along with his jeans.

He flexed his hips, unable to resist, and hot friction sprang up between her palm and his shaft. He bit back a curse as the heat of it swept over his entire being.

She stroked him and he rocked his hips. Together, they fell into a rhythm that almost had him coming then and there.

Eventually he pulled back. He had to. “Not here,” he said, easing her fingers off his cock. “Don’t want our first time to be on the kitchen counter.”

Their fingers tangled together, leaving his cock untouched. The head of it was so close to her pussy he could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, begging for his presence there. It would be so easy to thrust inside her, to bury himself in her body and forget he’d ever existed anywhere or anyway else.

The rest of the world was already far away, a blurry memory at the edge of his consciousness. Standing there with his balls aching from the torture of holding back, she was all that mattered – she was the world manifested in one beautiful body, her spread thighs inviting him in in a way life hadn’t in a long time.

“Maybe the second time,” he said, his fingers sweeping the countertop as he lifted her, “not the first.”

He lowered her so she could stand beside him but kept an arm around her. No way was he going to stop touching her if he could help it. Not for a single second.

There wasn’t much in his bedroom, but there was a bed, and that was all they needed. They stepped over the threshold together and he bent to grip her shoulders and kiss her, delving deep into her mouth but keeping it brief because he just couldn’t wait any longer.

He kicked off his jeans and his underwear, still savoring the taste of her on his tongue, craving more. As soon as he was naked, he embraced her. Her thighs pressed against his and his cock settled against her belly, kept from her skin by the barrier of the shirt he still hadn’t gotten around to taking off of her. He lingered a few seconds longer anyway, breathing in the clean, fruity scent of her shampoo.

When he’d inhaled several lungfuls he helped her out of her shirt, then set to work on the clasp of her bra, which was a lacy thing, just like he’d guessed. Her nipples stood out dark and tempting beneath the ivory cups, straining the floral pattern. Did she always wear such sexy lingerie or had she put it on specifically for their date?

He stopped wondering when the clasp popped free and her breasts spilled out.

They were round and full and their teardrop-contours begged for his touch. Cupping them from below, he cradled them in his palms, dragging his thumbs over her nipples and relishing the way they sprang up even harder when he rubbed.

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. “Come to bed with me. I want to taste you.”

They sank onto the edge of the bed together and he cupped one of her breasts again, this time lowering his head until his lips brushed its peak.

Her skin was soft but her nipple was firm inside his mouth, a combination that made his cock throb. He would’ve sworn out of sheer pleasure when she raised a hand and buried it in his hair, but his mouth was full.

He barely felt the twinge of pain when she curled her fingers against his skull, pulling his skin tight.

She must’ve realized that it pulled at his wound though because she withdrew her touch as if she’d been shocked. “S-sorry,” she breathed.

He kept his mouth on her breast, teasing her a little longer before forcing himself to relent and raise his head. “It’s all right.” He would put up with her hurting him a lot worse than that if it meant being so close to her. The insubstantial pain had been nothing compared to the pleasure of placing his hands and mouth on her body.

He pressed his lips to her other breast and she gripped his shoulder, digging her fingertips into his skin. The bite of her nails felt good; the only thing that would’ve been better would’ve been if she’d been digging into him that way because he was fucking her. But drawing her nipple deep into his mouth and making her sigh as she gripped him that way was a close second.

By the time he raised his head from her breast, she was trembling in his arms. Her flushed cheeks and parted lips told him it was from anticipation, and the realization almost made him shake, too.

“Come here, Ally.” He drew her even closer and they fell back onto the bed together, limbs tangling.

Lying on their sides, they kissed. Her lips were always shapely, but were swollen beyond their usual fullness, inflamed from contact with his. They continued anyway, until the tip of his cock brushed her pussy, hot skin against hot skin.

The contact sent a jolt of urgency from his dick to his brain and that was it – he had to be inside her. It was impossible to stifle a moan as he met her eyes, but he untangled his limbs from hers anyway, shifting his gaze to the dresser.

Once he reached it he opened the t-shirt drawer and rooted through it, sending a couple carefully-folded shirts to the floor. The box he’d been looking for was there, right where he’d left it, toward the back of the drawer. What would Ally think if she knew he’d bought it after she’d agreed to go on a date with him?

Yeah, he’d planned to take things slow. Slower than they’d gone so far. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself from thinking about what would happen when they – eventually, hopefully – made it to this point, and he’d wanted to be ready.

Turned out the purchase had been the smartest move he’d made since he’d helped out Melissa and consequently won over Ally. Just the thought of having her overnight in his apartment and realizing he didn’t have protection was almost enough to make him want to weep.

But they were more than all right as far as protection went. He had an entire box of condoms and Ally didn’t seem offended when he turned with one in his hand and ripped the package open.

Pinching the tip of the condom, he rolled the transparent sleeve down over his dick, a potent wave of anticipation causing every muscle in his body to tense as he eyed Ally. She was sprawled on the bed, her hair already messy. The triangle of bare skin peeking from between her thighs set his heart racing and he could feel the thumping pulse at the base of his cock as he finished sheathing himself.

When he settled onto the bed she turned her head and tilted it so their lips met.

He bit her lower one before ending the kiss, and when he released her she opened her eyes and looked directly into his. “I’d like to be on top.”

Her words washed over him like liquid fire, filling his mind with images of her thighs on either side of his hips, open to him. “No complaints there.”

She climbed onto him and it felt even better than he’d imagined. The pressure of her knees on either side of his legs made his cock throb against his palm as he gripped it by the base and guided it to her entrance, letting the tip bump her clit and then brush the lips of her pussy. He could feel her heat, even through the condom. “Ready when you are baby.”

Chapter 8

She lowered herself down onto him, forcing her hot flesh to envelop the head of his dick.

For a second he was frozen, motionless against the mattress as his mind and body adapted to the shock of being inside her. He was barely in and already she was squeezing him, her channel tight around his cock. As soon as he regained the ability to move, he flexed his hips, plunging deeper.

She was on top, but she was responsive to his motions. When he moved, her hips rocked too. Hardly a moment had passed and he was already balls-deep inside her. It was the best feeling he could remember experiencing. The sheer bliss of her walls wrapped tight around his shaft drove everything else from his mind and he moved by instinct, thrusting into her.

She looked amazing on top of him, everything exposed to his gaze. He could see how tight her folds were around his shaft when he pulled back and exactly how swollen her clit was just above where they connected. Her entire body seemed to ripple with his movements, his motions passing through her limbs and core and making her breasts bounce.

He could’ve watched them like that forever, but the pressure of release was already mounting at the base of his spine, urgent and strong – but not stronger than his will to make what they were doing last.

When she started rolling her hips in a way that complimented his efforts, he pressed his fingertips against her clit.

She went still. He missed the way she’d been moving on top of him, fucking him back, but the look of stunned pleasure on her face made it worth it. He moved his fingers in a circular motion, working the swollen bud, making her gasp.

As he continued, she didn’t move her hips like she had before. Instead, she stayed steady and rode out his motions. For a while, anyway. Eventually she fell forward, bracing herself with her palms against his shoulders. The position brought her breasts closer to his face, filling his field of vision with their round curves and her hard nipples. He bit back a curse and continued to tease her clit, faster.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed. The note of urgency in her voice sent a pang of satisfaction through him and he redoubled his efforts, letting the tips of his fingers bite lightly into her soft, wet skin.

She was naturally tight – so tight that when her pussy shrank around his thrusting cock it almost hurt. Almost. Being close to pain gave the pleasure an edge that took his breath away. The sound of her breathing was rushed and urgent as her channel pulsed and tensed in the grip of her climax. He focused on the sound and let it push him over the edge, too.

He tipped his head back against the pillow as he slipped way past the point of thought or restraint, lost in the ecstasy of feeling her come and doing the same as her body drew it out of him, so snug around his dick they seemed to have become inseparable.

“Fuck.” He didn’t mean to swear, but it was the first thing he did when he got a scrap of breath into his lungs. The explosive pleasure of coming inside her was so mind-numbing he couldn’t even say her name.

Her pussy clenched around his shaft again and she fell forward, collapsing on his chest. His dick throbbed inside her as he gripped her hips and held them steady, thrusting deep. She squeezed back, her pussy going so tight around him that she had to be doing it on purpose. He sighed and continued to pour himself into her until he was almost numb, his capacity for pleasure exhausted.

“Ally.” He slipped a hand behind her head, buried it in her hair and guided her until their mouths met. She parted her lips and he slid his tongue deep inside. He was tired, but he still craved her. He tasted every corner and hollow of her mouth before ending the kiss.

When he opened his eyes, she was staring back. He held her gaze for a few moments, then lifted her hips and withdrew from the tight embrace of her body.

He lowered her and she settled beside him, resting half-sprawled over his body, her limbs overlapping his. Lying still with her at his side felt better than he would’ve expected, though it was a different sort of pleasure than he’d experienced while they’d fucked. She sighed and her breath rushed against his shoulder, warming his already over-heated skin.