Don't Go There (Awkward Love 5)

I walk around the parking lot until I’ve calmed myself down enough that she won’t know something is up. I take a deep breath and walk back inside. My tension eases when I see the lights are off, because it makes it easier. Through the darkness, I can make out the bed and the Katie shaped lump in the middle of it. I push the phone call from my mind as I walk over there, a smirk on my lips.

If she thinks I’m just going to accept this, then she’s in for a shock.

She stiffens when I slide into the bed next to her. I smile. Yes, she definitely wasn’t expecting this. I put my hand on her thigh, my throat tightening at the feel of her warm skin against my fingers. The towel is gone, which means she’s naked. I force my hand upward, sliding it over the curve of her body. She reacts when I drag my fingernails over her back, pressing her ass against me. I groan, my cock hardening as I kiss along her neck.

“Really, Katie Harris?” I suck her earlobe, then place my mouth against her ear. “Pretending to be asleep so I don’t kick you out of bed? You play so dirty.”

She rolls over, her smirk visible in the soft glow of the streetlight that seeps through the curtain. I stare at her, the need to be inside her growing stronger by the second. She’s so fucking irresistible. Her mouth lifts into a seductive smile.

“Is it working?”

I grab ahold of her wrists and pin her against the bed, kissing her roughly, while I grind my body against hers. Even though I’m still dressed, I’m hard. Hell, I was hard before this, because just thinking about her in my bed was enough to make my cock stiffen. She stares up at me as I tighten my grip on her wrists, then kiss along her neck.

“What do you think?” I murmur, barely coming up for air.

She doesn’t answer, she keeps her eyes on me, watching as I let go of one wrist and roll my fingers over her stomach. I smirk and place my mouth onto her skin, running my tongue up over her breasts. She shivers, her back arching when I take her nipple in my mouth and roll it around on my tongue. I bite down, just enough to make her jump, because I love this control I have over her. I lick my way up to her lips and kiss her, rolling my tongue around her mouth.

“It’s not just ice-cream I get hot and sticky licking,” I murmur.

She laughs and wraps her arms around me when I let go of her hands. I brush the hair away from her eyes and then kiss her again, because it’s the one thing I can’t get enough of. I flick my tongue around hers, our mouths fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, like we were made for each other.

“Now that’s a kiss.” I smirk at her.

“Hey.” She laughs when I lift her onto my lap, one leg on either side so she’s straddling me. My fingers grasp hold of her hips and I rock her forward, into my erection, the sight of her making me so hard my pants feel like they could burst open.

“God, you’re hard.” She tilts her head back and rides me, her breath catching in her throat.

“You’re riding me, naked,” I point out. “How could I be anything but?”

She giggles, then cries out when I roll her nipples between my fingers. I pinch it until it’s harder than I am, then I prep the other one. She gasps, rocking gently against my cock, riding me, her eyes not leaving mine. She shuffles back, just enough to unbuckle my jeans. I grunt as she lowers the zipper, then slides her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

“What are you doing?”

I mutter, groaning when it bounces free. She grins, slowly sliding her fist along my shaft. She’s slow to start with, but then she works up speed, until I’m almost ready to come in her hand.

“I’m showing you how well I handle a stick shift.”

“Holy fuck.”

I grunt, letting out a strangled moan.

“Tell me how wrong you were.” She bites down on her lip to hide her smile.

“What?” I laugh, then I gasp when her grip tightens. “I was wrong. I should’ve let you drive, because it’s clear you can handle a stick better than I can.”

Yep. She can definitely handle it.

I tilt my head back against the pillow while she strokes my cock. Cupping her ass, I pull her so she’s sitting on my waist, with me almost inside her.

“If you feel inside that pocket, you’ll find a condom,” I murmur.

She digs around until her fingers brush past the small foil packet, then she brings it to her mouth and tears it open. She stands up on her knees and carefully rolls the rubber down over my length, teasing me as much as she can in the process.