Shame Me Not

When her pink tongue sneaked out to lick at her bottom lip, I lost my battle. Not even trying to control my actions, I pressed my mouth to hers roughly, taking what I wanted.

A voice in my head was screaming at me to stop, but it was drowned out by the roar of desire consuming all my senses. I pushed my tongue between her teeth and she opened without a fight. Our tongues brushed against each other, mine with dominance and hers with a timid touch.

The moan that came from her throat seeped into me, and I swallowed it whole, feeding off it.

She liked it. That thought repeated like a drum in my head. She liked the way I was kissing her. She liked my loss of control.

So many emotions were raging through me, but when I pulled back and bit at her lush bottom lip and she whimpered, the feeling of coming home settled in my chest making it feel like my heart was going to burst. Of course it did. It was Ana, who accepted every part of me. From the moment my lips touched hers, it didn’t cross my mind to hide who I was. My body urged me to push more, more, more, and I did.

Again, the voice tried to break through the fog and get me to stop. Instead, I moved both wrists to one hand, relishing the feel of her soft skin within my grip. I squeezed around her fragile bones and swallowed her gasp from the pressure. Using my free hand, I glided it down her body and gripped her full ass, shifting her so I could wedge myself more firmly between her thighs, bared by her dress riding up.

Testing my limits, I pushed myself into her, grinding on her. I pulled back and watched the desire flare in her eyes. Needing more, I dropped my head and bit my way down her neck, completely opposite of the soft kisses I would’ve bestowed on any other girl. I gave her me.

Each bite elicited a cry from her parted lips and my muscles tightened. I squeezed her wrists again, wanting to remind her that she was pinned beneath me, under my control. The idea that my hands might’ve left a mark for tomorrow made me push my dick harder into her core. Her damp panties began to soak through the denim of my jeans and my control unraveled a little more.

Soon, my mouth was at her collarbone and moving lower to her plump breasts. Her hard nipple brushed my chin through the thin material of her bra and dress and I pulled back to admire it. I couldn’t wait to see them, to taste them. They’d been taunting me for months. She said nothing when I looked up at her. Her blue eyes shined with trust and desire as I lowered my mouth to her peak and nipped at it. Her hips thrust up hard into mine as a cry fell from her. A growl rumbled deep in my chest and fire blazed through my limbs.

I moved my mouth to the other nipple when the front door slammed. Immediately, her body stiffened beneath me. I moved back on my haunches and watched her scramble up and adjust her dress.

“Shit,” she muttered. “Shit, shit, shit,” she repeated with her shaking hands running through her hair.

I inhaled deeply, trying to regain my composure. The voice that had been trying to break through finally did. Its scream echoing in my head. You really fucked up this time.

“I’m sorry, Ana. Completely my fault.”

She looked up at my confession. Her blues eyes filled with confusion and the last remnants of desire. But she clamped her lips shut and shifted her shoulders back, fortifying herself. “Don’t be sorry. You’re my best friend, Kevin,” she said, as though it explained away what had taken place on my bed. “Don’t be sorry.”

I blinked a few times taking in her words. “Okay,” I agreed with a slight nod, not sure I believed it.

She leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to head out the window to avoid your parents. Let’s do the movie another night.” Her voice was solid and strong, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but I knew her, and I could still hear the slight quavering below the steel.

“Yeah. Okay.” I was reduced to simple one-word responses until the blood redistributed out of my cock.

One more nod and then she slipped out into the night, heading back to her house.

When my mom yelled that they were home, I let her know I was in my room for the night. I turned off my light, stripped from my jeans and fell back into bed. Closing my eyes, I tried to will myself to sleep even though it was only a little after nine. But images began rushing through my mind. I imagined if she’d stayed and what would’ve happened.