It was Brian. My body knew Brian and it was acting up impulsively, reacting to that smooth familiar voice and more, and when he reached out and held my face, thumb sweeping over my cheek as his lips whispered, “Wild,” soft and ache-filled, I stopped thinking and feeling altogether and sprang, launching myself at him and into his arms, which curled instantly around me, drawing me nearer and higher until our mouths met in a kiss that hurt and healed so deeply my soul cried out.
Beautiful.
Knew it would be.
He kissed hard and I kissed harder, exploring every inch of his mouth as I whimpered with moaned-filled breaths that vibrated with hunger.
Brian was a great kisser. The best kisser, sure and practiced, and even though he was only the third guy I’d kissed in my entire twenty-four years of life, I was certain no lips matched up to this pair.
No tongue.
No teeth, knowing expertly when to nip and drag and sink until I cried out.
Strong hands moved down my back to my ass and gripped, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist and I felt him there, hard and heavy.
“Please,” I whispered across his mouth.
Brian groaned, head tilting to kiss me deeper.
One hand settled on my ass and dug in so hard I thought he might shred my leggings while the other pushed through my hair, twisted into a grip, and held on at the base of my neck, his legs carrying us somewhere quickly while I raked my nails over his scalp and across his shoulders through his tee.
The light changed above us. I felt it on my eyelids, and opening them, I saw we were now under a pier, hidden from sight and more alone than we were a minute ago.
“We should talk,” Brian suggested, pressing me against a post with lips grazing my jaw and lower, where he sucked openly on my neck.
“We will,” I answered, and maybe it was the assurance I gave that we would have something after we fucked because that was absolutely what was about to happen, we both knew it, and it was enough of a promise to pacify and allow him to focus on latching his mouth back onto mine and using it to kiss instead of suggest differently.
Or maybe he felt as crazy as I did in that moment, Wild in every sense of the word, and he couldn’t stand another second of missing my taste, setting me on my feet as our hands ripped and tugged and stripped each other of clothing then pressed and felt, touching everywhere for the first time. Breasts, hips, chest, waist, ass. We were frantic.
“God,” I moaned, my head dropping back as he sucked on my nipple and around it, wetting my entire breast before moving to the other and teasing it unhurriedly with his tongue.
His hand moved surely between my legs, slowly finger-fucking me, and I felt his grin against my neck when I started grinding my hips, down and out, chasing something I wasn’t sure I wanted to catch yet.
This felt too good. Too perfect to end but it got better the closer I got, the faster I moved and his hand, God, his hand was so much better than my hand it was almost unfair.
“Want you this gone when I fuck you,” Brian said against my ear, sliding his thumb over my clit until I shook and gripped at his shoulders. “The whole time. So close I can feel your heartbeat right here like I do now.”
Sweet Jesus. I was going to pass out.
“Okay,” I breathed, licking my lips anxiously. “Not a problem, but can we get to the fucking now?”
He leaned back to look at me, eyes heavy and heated and lowering to my mouth.
“I should get something,” he said, and I knew he was talking about a condom.
My legs tensed. I shook my head.
I was fucking crazy.
“Don’t. I …I wanna feel you. It’s okay.”
I felt his body stiffen.
“Fuck,” he rasped, looking into my eyes again. “You have any idea what you fucking do to me, Wild? Do you even have a clue?”
“I, I think so. I …” My breath caught with a moan when Brian moved his hand out from between my legs to the back of my thigh, where he gripped and lifted, sliding his hold to my knee as it wrapped around his hip.
He slid closer, dipped until I felt his cock glide through my wet and waited.
“What, babe? Finish telling me.”
I bit my lip.
God, he was right there, teasing me, killing me, owning me.
“Wild,” he urged.
The tip of his cock pressed hard against my clit.
I opened my mouth with a gasp and squirmed in his arms.
“I make you insane,” I told him, quietly, shyly, as my body did the opposite and pushed out, silently begging for it.
“Yeah,” he murmured, low and dark in his throat. He kissed the corner of my mouth, his breath hot and wanting when he asked, “Know why you know?”
I did. I knew, but I still probed.
“Why?”
Brian moved his hand between us, positioned his cock and slid in slowly, stretching me on a groan as my mouth fell open and my body shook in pure, perfect bliss.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
“’Cause I make you insane, too,” he answered finally, the answer I knew already in my heart, then pushed in the rest of the way and did it roughly, jarring my body and filling me with every inch of him, sliding out then slamming back in, over and over.
It was all I needed. It was everything I needed.
It was beautiful.
It was us.
And he was mine.
“Oh, God, yes. Fuck me,” I cried out, grabbing on to his face and pulling it to me so I could suck that sweet, full bottom lip into my mouth, my other leg hitching up to his waist on its own but then being held there when he clutched on to it and rammed me hard and fast, driving my back into the post.