Light Me Up

I shifted my weight. “Who is that guy?”

She huffed out a laugh. “Who’s that girl?”

“No one.”

“They never are.”

It was my turn to laugh, but it held little humor. I cocked my head, running my eyes up and down her body. She gulped, but stood up straighter, forcing her shoulders back, which led to her perfect little tits rising up, as if on display just for me. I looked my fill and didn’t try to hide it.

“What are you doing?” She asked, but her eyes closed, as if she were waiting for something. Her nipples hardened against the silk of her dress and my dick hardened in return.

“Just seeing something,” I said, as I took the last short step to her and slid my hands onto her hips.

“Wait.” She backed up, shaking her head, like she’d just awoken from some magical sleeping spell. “I have a man waiting for me out there. He seems to actually be interested in me. Not whatever it is you’re doing.”

I took a step forward again and leaned down to smell her neck. Breathing deep, I caught her scent. Citrus. Something smoky. Something just purely Sara. I backed her up against the wall and boxed her in, delighting in the fact that she let me.

“You think I’m not interested in you?”

“You told me so. You said that kiss was a mistake. You brought a date to this party, days after shoving your tongue down my throat. What else am I supposed to think?”

That electricity in her was back, and it sent jolts through my own body. I gripped her hips and surged forward, pressing my achingly hard erection against her.

“You think this means I don’t want you?” I thrusted forward again, relishing in the fact that her hips rushed up against me in return. I had her trapped here, between my hips and arms and the wall, and she loved it.

I leaned down to lick her neck like I’d wanted to. And then I spoke against it. Close to her ear.

“You were using him to get to me, weren’t you?”

Another thrust. She turned her head to give me more access to her neck, but otherwise ignored me. I nipped her and she yelped.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

Another thrust. The bulge in my pants was about to rebel if I didn’t do something to loosen the tension, but I didn’t quite care yet.

“You were flirting with him.”

“So?” Ha. So. I always liked when Sara’s bratty side came out, but I never realized how sexy it would be with her in my arms. At my mercy. I ran my face up her neck again, inhaling deeply. Then thrusted again.

“You wanted me to see you flirting with him. To get me all worked up over it, didn’t you?”

Her chest rose and fell in harsh gasps as I traced her body with my hands. “Why… why would that matter?”

“You know why.”

“No,” she panted. “I don’t know.”

“God, you drive me crazy.”

“You’re worse.”

That did it. Somehow, that was what did it. I pulled my lips from her chest and looked at her in her big brown eyes. One moment, captured in my memory forever. Tendrils of curls that had fallen out of her updo framed her face, the dim light above our heads casting a halo on her. But her eyes were filled with a challenge. She was fiery and magical and angelic and the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I leaned forward and crashed my lips onto hers before I even knew what I was doing. But it was perfect, even more so when I caught a mewl of surprise in her throat as I pushed my tongue past her lush lips. She melted into my arms, and I surged against her again, not only so she could again feel what she did to me, but to hold her up, because her body had become as pliant as tissue paper.

Our lips collided again and again as our tongues tangled, thrashed together in a violent storm. But holding on to each other had become a safe harbor. My hands dug into her hips, palmed the curves of her ass, squeezed every soft piece of her I could find. Her arms had found their way back around my neck like last time, and I hated how much I loved it.

“I need to touch you,” I said, only pulling my lips from hers for as long as it took to get the words out. She bucked up against me but didn’t respond so, reluctant, I broke the kiss. “Tell me now if you don’t want me to, Sara, because in five seconds, my hand’s gonna be on that pussy.”

She looked at me, defiant. And then with a tilt of her hips up toward me, she sealed her lips on mine again.

I bunch up the silky fabric in one hand and let the other slide underneath. A groan escaped me. Holy fuck. I broke the kiss.

“You mean to tell me you were out there at that party all night without any panties on?” My mouth found its way back to her neck, where I nipped a punishment. I palmed her roughly, my hand sliding against soft folds and a strip of coarse hair. A primal heat surged through my body. I wanted her. All of her.

“You flirted with that asshole knowing this pussy was bare? You let me kiss you knowing there was nothing between us but this little flimsy piece of silk?” I used two fingers to rub lazy circles on her clit, making her jump.

“Yes!” Her voice was as tight as her muscles, bunching under my touch. I grunted and nipped her neck again, this time causing a mark. My reward was a rush of wetness from her pussy, and I knew she was ready for more.

I didn’t bother teasing, the time for that was over. Coating those two fingers, I shoved them in deep and her cry in response was like music from heaven. I moved them in and out, creating a rhythm to match her intoxicating movements.

“Yes Theo. God yes.” My name on her lips made what little blood was left in the rest of my body surge into my dick. “Faster!” She pleaded, and I responded with as much muscle as I could give, punishing that pussy. My thumb worked her clit, my mouth kissed and licked and bit every inch of her exposed skin, and my cock rocked against her hip because there was no helping it.

“God you’re perfect Sara. So tight. So wet for me.” She moaned, a raspy sound from deep in her throat. “For ME,” I repeated as I felt her start to shake. She was so close.

“Theo please!”

“Please what?” She sighed, she shook her head, she whimpered, but I just kept going, bringing her closer to the edge but holding back just enough. “Please what?”

“Please make me come,” she finally responded, her eyes closed tight, her body slick with sweat. “Please Theo.”

And fuck if that didn’t just make my chest swell up with pride. I thrusted my fingers in deep and pressed hard on the little nub, and she exploded in my arms. I could feel it. Her hips ground against me, her body twitched, her arms shook and then went limp. Her eyes were still closed but her mouth was open, lips puckered into a little ‘O.’ It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I dropped my forehead to hers and felt our breaths mingle together. She lifted her hand and grabbed onto my forearm, searching for stability.

“I got you, baby,” I said, removing my hand from its new home and holding her up with my arms.

She opened her eyes and looked into mine. There was so much there, so much passing between us but I refused to ruin this moment by trying to dissect it all. I just soaked in every second. Until my dick twitched against her and she giggled.

I breathed out a laugh too, but it got cut off by her next move. Snaking her hand down my chest, she headed straight for the front of my pants. The fabric stretched tight over the hardest bulge I’ve ever had in my life, and when she stroked it through the fabric, it got impossibly harder.