Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion (2 page)

“Conner —” she started, trying to catch her breath. His finger went to her lips, hushing her, and the words died before they
started.

He pulled out, reaching for her used towel to clean himself off. He pulled back the covers to the bed and shoved the pillows on the floor, and he waited for her to shove her legs under the covers before he started touching her again.

Propped on his side, his fingers traced the curve of her hips to the dip in her waist, watching her eyelids get heavy. He laid his head next to hers on the one pillow left on the bed, and he scooted his body up against hers.

“Slower next time?” He asked, smiling and watching her body and breathing relax.

“Maybe,” she grinned, falling asleep.

Lyssie giggled in anticipation. Taylor’s parents weren’t home and her parents thought she was spending the night over at Jessie’s house. She was the only senior left who was still a virgin and Taylor was one of the most popular boys in school.

They
left the homecoming dance early, and during the dance, Taylor had kept running his hands over her back and her bottom, whispering dirty things that he wanted to do to her.

Lyssie passively agreed when he asked her to come over…to lie to her parents. He asked if she wanted to spend the night at his house because his parents were gone. Lyssie didn’t even think twice before giving a shy and eager nod. Taylor played third base on the baseball team, and he was tall, lean, and handsome. He was also nice.

They arrived at his house slightly before midnight and the house was dark. Taylor pulled Lyssie toward his bedroom, kissing her the entire length of the hallway. He could tell she was getting hotter and hotter, her whole body trembling with anticipation as he shut the door and locked it.

Taylor eased her onto the bed, his body rolling over hers, hovering. She sucked in her breath sharply, watching his eyes as he barely grazed her lips with his. He was extra careful, extra gentle, afraid of scaring her off and hurting her feelings.

He stopped for a moment. “Are you scared?” He ran his fingers over the pale peach skin of her cheek.

“No,” she lied.

“Are you a virgin?” He smiled, touching her lips with his thumb.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you’re not scared?” He asked again gently.

“Yes,” she exhaled hard.

“I can stop at any time,” he told her kindly. He was reaching for a condom from his nightstand, and suddenly, the butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive.

“It’s a good scared,” she closed her eyes, the lump in her throat thick.

Quickly, the clothes were off. It was different than she could have imagined. The clothes just evaporated, and she could not recall the memory or the feelings she had. She could only remember his gentleness and the closeness of their bodies and the feeling of how well his slim body fit between her legs.

Lyssie felt the gliding sensation as Taylor eased himself inside of her. It was sudden and she gasped softly, her muscles stretching and tightening to accommodate him.

“Taylor,” she breathed. He kissed her instead of answering her, drawing the taste of her into his mouth. As her body beg
an to pulsate, she was unsure it was him or her that was causing the throbbing feeling, but she began to ache deep inside as her core began to grow moist and hot.

Her heart began to pound as she grew frightened and started to panic. She squeezed her eyes shut as a choke caught in her throat.

“Lyssie?” He asked her, breathing heavily.

“Taylor?” She threw her eyes open and stared into his eyes. They were glistening and sparkling with excitement.

“Relax baby,” he kissed her, probing her tongue. She responded slightly, kissing him back with half intensity. “Put your arms around me,” he told her.

Lyssie wrapped her arms around him as he quickened his pace. Instinctively, she lifted and pushed her hips against each one of his thrusts, meeting him halfway. She could feel him inside of her, and a strange feeling overcame her fear.

Her lips parted and she let out breathy gasps as his fingers grabbed her hips and dug into the soft flesh. It felt like forever as she lifted her face toward his hot breath.

Her hands began to explore, touching his thighs
and moving up to his butt. She had never touched a bare bottom before, and she tested it, squeezing the flesh slightly.

“Lyssie, is it good?” Taylor asked breathily, biting her neck.

“Yes,” she ran her fingers through his hair, tilting her hips upward.

“God, yes,” Taylor pumped into her hard and released, his penis jerking
as he came inside of her.

Lyssie lowered her legs as he pulled out, and she watched him grab his used t-shirt to wipe himself off.
He threw it to her to do the same when her cheeks turned red.

“Turn around,” she demanded, gripping his t-shirt so hard her knuckles were turning white. He chuckled and spun around, and when he looked back at her naked body she was sitting up, hugging the sheets to her chest.

“Tired?” He asked, throwing himself on the bed next to her, tugging at the sheets to expose her bare breasts.

“No,” she hedged.

“What?” He gave a slight laugh.

“I think I was thinking so hard about sex that I forgot to have an orgasm,” she stammered, flustered.

“I can fix that,” he moved to sit behind her, straddling her body.

“What are you doing?” She asked, worried. He kissed the back of her shoulder and smiled.

“Do you trust me?” He lay back against the headboard and pulled on her body so she was lying against his bare chest.

“Maybe,” she agreed hesitantly. His right hand came around her body and started to play with the soft hair at the opening in her thighs. Her hand grabbed his and stilled it, as her nerves began to twitch on overdrive.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered into her ear again. She nodded. “Then relax,” he urged, waiting for her muscles to lay against his again. This time, his fingers slipped lower into her fold and crease and began to stroke the leftover juices from their lovemaking.

Lyssie began to moan softly. It was going to be a long night.

Chad unlocked the doors to his black BMW and started the engine, peeling out of the driveway. Kris glanced over to him as they sped down the highway in silence until after three hours, they stopped.
They were told they needed to get out of town quick, and he took the car that his boss left for him and threw Kris in the passenger side despite her protests.

Chad pulled off the road to a decent hotel, nothing fancy but something with breakfast. Kris hung back and said nothing as he
fished the key from his pants pocket, opening the door to the room.

He swung the duffel bag on the desk next to the television. It held a change of clothing so they could dispose of their old ones.

Kris unzipped the bag and dumped the contents in the middle of the floor while Chad pulled the curtains shut for privacy. Kris watched him with a devilish gleam in her eyes, waiting for him to notice her. He looked her square in the eye, and was taken aback when Kris, full of adrenaline, pounced on him like a cat on the hunt.

Not one to waste the opportunity, Chad immediately followed her lead, his hands cupping her neck and then stripping off her clothing, yanking the shirt over her head and her panties straight down her thighs. She stood before him, her panties around her knees and her bra thrown to the corner of the room. With one deft move she stepped out of her lacey
cheekies and proudly lifted her bare breasts with confidence.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed. Kris began to unbutton his shirt, baring his hard chest. Her slender fingers pulled on his belt and then unbuttoned his fly, and she yanked the pants down and off, using her foot to push the pants around his feet and out of the way.
Her hands slid into the waistband of his boxers and felt his arousal swell to fill her palm.

“I’m fucking gorgeous, and you’re fucking hard,” she pushed him backward onto the bed, crawling over his body. Chad ran his hands over her body, starting at her ribcage and running over her hips. His hands ran through her hair and then yanked her mouth down to his, smashing his lips to hers, their mouths opening in unison, hot and urging.

His hands, strong and hard, grabbed her legs and pulled so she was straddling him. Kris tested him, rubbing her clit over his bare cock, moistening its length with her slick folds. Chad grabbed her bottom and squeezed, cupping her backside and then ran up her sides and then to her breasts, testing the flesh. Kris’s fingers weaved through his hair as she flattened her body against his, pushing her breasts against his bare chest.

His
tongue went through her mouth, gave a thorough sweep, and then sought out her neck, tasting her skin, leaving marks along her throat and collarbone.

“I need to be in
side you,” he breathed in her face. Kris gave him a wicked smile, sitting up straight. She scooted backward off his legs and wrapped her dainty fingers around his rigid length, wiping him gently. She flicked her tongue around the head of his penis and left a lingering kiss on the shaft before she repositioned herself on his lap.

“Chad, I need you to be in me too,” she whispered against his cheek. Chad felt her grab him with her hand and rub the head of his penis against the hidden apex of her thighs,
felt his engorged tip enter her slightly before she gave him a wickedly teasing smile. He jumped against her hand at the anticipation of it, and the she guided him into her, closing her eyes and throwing her head back in ecstasy as a moan escaped her lips, her face lifted in pure fulfillment.

It wasn’t just a physical release anymore. Kris placed her hands flat on hi
s chest, bracing herself as her hips rocked forward and back. Chad grabbed her arms and pulled her body against his, his hands at her waist.

Chad groaned as she rubbed herself against him, small broken moans escaping her throat. She buried her face in his neck as he slid his hands to her hips, helping her
grind against him.

He flipped her on her back and pinned her arms above her head.

“Kris, I love you,” he whispered harshly in her ear.

“What do you want? Tell me what you want,” Kris gasped, her eyes locking with his. Chad
bent his head and let his tongue delve into her mouth, feeling her moans against his lips.

His breathing grew harsh. “I want you to come,” he demanded, his thrusts forceful and direct. He pushed his right arm under her knee, forcing her thigh
open.

Kris felt him stroke harder and deeper, and she let out a gasp. She felt the deep stirring of heat in her lower belly and she began to lift her hips to meet each one of his determined thrusts. Chad let go of her leg and wrapped his arms under her bottom, pulling
on her hips as his hard cock began to pulsate. She could feel the hot fluid burst through her as he groaned, her inner muscles clutching his shaft.

He collapsed on
top her, his hair damp and body slightly sweaty. Their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breath, sated.

“You made me sweaty,” Kris murmured, pushing up on his chest. “And you’re crushing me,” she teased, grinning.

“And you drive me wild,” he kissed her quick. Kris wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, her mouth twisting and moving, her tongue grazing and sliding on his.

“Again?” She asked innocently.

He laughed. “You’re going to kill me,” he sighed, pulling out. “But I can think of no better way to die.”

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