My mouth locked on hers, my hand creeping under her hair and around her neck. Her skin was so soft, like silk against my hands.
In one swift motion I lifted her up off the seat and onto my hips. My mouth searched hers with an urgency I’d never felt before, while my hands gripped her thighs. She kissed me back, her legs curling around my waist as she cradled my face in her hands. I carried her into the bedroom and threw her down on the bed. I peeled my shirt off as she chuckled softly at my forcefulness.
“You’ve got no idea what you are doing to me,” I whispered softly in her ear. She moaned as my tongue circled her earlobe. I nibbled gently on her neck as her back arched, her body pressed against mine. My hands worked over her curves before resting on her hips as we continued to kiss. Catching me by surprise, she rolled out from under my hold until she was on top, straddling me. Her eyes pierced mine as she pushed herself back against my erection, her actions teasing me.
“I need you. I need you now,” I said gruffly, tugging at her dress. She obliged, sliding the hem of the dress over the curve of her hips and her narrow waist. I gasped, realizing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was in awe of this stunning beauty who sat on top of me, now completely naked, smirking down at me.
“Weren’t you cold on the walk over…or do you enjoy the feel of the breeze riding up your dress?” I chuckled, my hand running from between her breasts and down, down…
“You’d be surprised how often I forgo underwear. There’s something sexy and kinky about not wearing any underwear. It’s like you know something naughty that nobody else knows,” she said.
She sighed, her lip catching in the clench of her teeth as my finger ran over the smooth, bare skin between her legs. “Fuck that feels good,” she mumbled, lifting her head back and closing her eyes.
“Grab hold of the bedframe,” I said, a smile spreading across my lips. This girl spoke about sex and kink as though she had experienced it before, but I was about to give her the Jack Falcon experience.
“What—OH GOD!” she cried, violently reaching for the frame as I ducked beneath her legs until they rested on my shoulders, my mouth now pressed up against her pussy.
“Just relax.” I smirked as I pulled her harder down onto my face. She groaned loudly as my tongue explored her. Her hands gripped the frame of my bed as she rode my face like a professional jockey.
“Fuck me,” she breathed as my tongue wormed its way deeper inside of her. “Oh my lord.” This was it. I could feel her body begin to clench as the intensity of having my mouth on her pussy began to peak. I clamped down on her thighs so she couldn’t squirm away as I circled the tip of my tongue around her most sensitive area.
“I’m gonna, I’m…OH FUCK ME!” she screamed with one final grind into my face, her juices trickling down my chin. “God, stop!” she gasped, trying to squirm out of my grip as the sensation and the sensitivity became too much for her to handle. I eased my grip on her at the same time she tried to yank herself away. The result was hilarious as she catapulted through the air and landed on the floor next to me.
Rolling over the edge, I grinned down at her. “Told you I’d blow your mind,” I chuckled.
She looked up at me dreamily. “Just know if I could move right now, I’d kick your ass for that.”
***
“Okay, so showering together probably wasn’t the best idea,” Belle said dryly, reaching
for another slice of pizza. I laughed, glancing down at her in my pajamas as she leaned back against me. After another heated session in the kitchen, I’d suggested a shower to help us cool off.
“Are you kidding me? Had it not been for that shower I never would’ve known how flexible you are.” I chuckled.
“I studied ballet for years. I guess we did have kind of a workout in there,” she reasoned, her eyes twinkling.
“I’m sure several new positions were invented,” I added, repositioning myself so she lay up against me, between my legs. I swept aside her hair, giving me access to her neck. She giggled as I trailed kisses behind her ear. Throwing aside the crust of her slice, she rolled over in my lap, the motion exciting me.
“Again?” she smirked, feeling my arousal. I threw my head back and laughed. Not even I had that much stamina.
“No, not again. You just get me excited,” I laughed. I’d uttered those same few words to many women, but this was the first time they were actually true. Every other time it’d been said to benefit me, whether I was trying to get a girl into bed or out of my house.
“Yeah, I can feel how excited you are,” she smirked, rubbing herself against me as she moved.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” I asked, amused. She was one step away from using me as a stripper pole. She laughed as she purposely grinded herself against me. “Stop that,” I growled, slapping her ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my phone was ringing.
I stood up, brushing the crumbs off my shirt. “I’ll be back in a minute. I need to take this,” I told her. I went into the bedroom with my phone, just as the ringing ended. There were four missed calls from my father. Sighing, I dialed his number.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he barked. I rolled my eyes, unfazed by his attitude.
“It’s two in the morning on a Sunday. I’ve been busy,” I sighed, surprised he was still up. And who calls someone this late?
“Fine, I need to see you today. Meet me at Calare’s at five.”
“Fine,” I replied. If anything, it gave me an early exit from lunch at Luke’s house. I threw my phone on the bed and went back out to the living room. Belle wasn’t there.
“Belle?” I called, glancing around. The balcony was untouched, the door still locked. My flat was small enough that there weren’t too many places she could hide. After checking the laundry, the spare room, the bathroom, and the pantry, it hit me she had left.