“Your shirt needs to be off,” I say, pulling at the hem and pushing it up over his stomach.
He chuckles, the sound low and deep, and it reverberates through his chest, which is pressed against mine. He obligingly leans back, though, and allows me to tug the shirt up and over his head, helping me as it slides over his arms.
Then I have full access to his amazing muscles. They flex beneath my hands, and I could just stand here all day, feeling them. I never knew I had such a fascination for finely toned muscles.
“Are my muscles all you want?” Kyle asks.
I almost want to snark at him and tell him “yes”. But then he breathes into my ear and gently nips my earlobe, and the words get caught in my throat before they can leave. One of his hands slides under my shirt, his fingertips leaving fiery trails over my hips, and the other is sneaking under my skirt again. My head drops back as I groan, my eyes fluttering closed.
“No,” I moan. “I want you.”
“And how do you want me?” Kyle asks.
Too many questions, and not enough room to think them through with all my thought processes being taken up by his questing fingers. I gasp as the hand under my shirt ventures higher, playing with lace on my bra.
“Oh god, fuck me,” I gasp out, pressing against him.
He laughs again. His mouth is still against my ear, breathing against it and sending shuddering waves of pleasure through my entire body.
“I can do that,” he murmurs. “I can fuck you so hard that you won’t remember him at all.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he’s talking about. That’s right, the reason all this started was because I wanted to forget about Jesse. It’s funny that I’ve already forgotten.
“Please,” I moan.
I just want Kyle’s hands on me. I want to feel his calloused fingers caressing my skin, and playing over my body. I want his lips on mine as he tugs my hair and presses impossibly close. I want to feel him in me as he takes me over and over again until all I can think about is him.
Maybe Kyle sees some of this desire in my eyes. His lips capture mine once more. He takes his hands off me, and I moan a protest into the kiss before I realize that he’s tugging down the zipper of my skirt and pulling it down my hips. I step out of it and then wriggle out of my shirt as he pulls it up, breaking the kiss for a moment as it slides over my head, leaving me clad in only my underwear.
His jeans rub against my bare skin; Kyle is wearing far too many clothes, too. I tug at his belt buckle and pull it off. My movements are impatient, now, and his darting hands are just as frantic, overtaken by the boiling lust that has descended on us both. I want him, all of him, and I’m not satisfied with anything less right now.
Finally, I flick open the button on his jeans and he steps out of them, kicking them away. He only has boxers on, now, and his dick is hard and insistent within them. We look at each other, taking in our almost naked bodies.
“I want you so fucking bad right now,” Kyle says, panting harshly.
“Then do something about it,” I challenge him.
His hands grab my hips and pull me in closer.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he growls into my ear.
Bed… Oh, right, a bed would be preferable to the hallway, wouldn’t it? I fight past the haziness in my mind. A bed sounds amazing right now.
“Down the hall…to the left,” I manage to say.
His skin is aga
inst mine, hot and sweaty, and the inferno is building further and further around us. My chest is heaving with each breath, and my head is spinning from it all. The lights whirl above me, and I can barely remember how to make my way to my own room.
Kyle is intoxicating. He’s so close and all I want is to be closer. The world has narrowed until it’s only the two of us there.
He doesn’t seem to be looking any better than me. His face flushes and his pupils are dilated. Despite his question, he hasn’t made a single step toward the bedroom either, desperate not to lose the connection between the two of us for even a second.
It’s so much. It’s almost too much. But I never want to it to end as I writhe against him, feeling him and smelling him, his overwhelming presence surrounding me.
Then my mind starts moving again and I breathe in deeply, trying to calm my roiling mind for a single moment.
“Bedroom,” I remind him, though it’s hard to keep that thought while his thumbs are massaging circles into my hips. “Down the hall, to the left.” I lift my hands and bury them in his hair, lifting myself up so I can be closer to his face. “And then you can fuck me as hard as you want.”