Lord Have Mercy (Southern Gentleman 2)

She handed me one of the beers, and I twisted the top off before offering it to her. We switched beers and I twisted that top off, too.

It was when I was taking a swig and pouring buttermilk into a measuring cup that she produced for me that she shocked the shit out of me.

“I liked having sex with you.”

I promptly choked on my beer.

“Yeah?” I croaked.

She leaned against the counter. “I had my gynecologist friend call me in a prescription for birth control.”

I felt myself still. “Yeah?”

“I then had my other friend, who is a nurse, give me the shot. I’m covered for three months as of about two hours ago.” She paused. “I can have sex now without consequence. She said since I had the shot within seven days of my period starting, that I’m covered immediately.”

I swallowed and set the buttermilk down carefully on the counter.

“How hungry are you?” I asked.

She frowned. “I’m fairly sure that I can wait about another hour if you need…eeep!”

I picked her up around the waist, hoisted her up onto my flat belly and walked her to her bedroom.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and stared into my eyes with happiness shining through them. I felt my heart take a stutter step in my chest.

“What are you smiling at me like that for?” I asked, coming to a stop in the middle of her hallway.

“I like how you pick me up and haul me around like I’m skinny,” she whispered. “I like it even more that you’re in my house.”

I liked it, too.

“And I like how you look at me,” she continued.

I felt my cock pulse when she ran her fingers down my throat, coming to a stop at the top of my breast bone.

She felt good in my arms. So good that I wasn’t about to examine why.

“When you stretched me out in the gym, I thought I was going to spontaneously orgasm.” She laughed as she continued to pet me. “Raleigh taking that picture is like the best and worst moment of my life.”

I grunted in reply and started walking again. “Mrs. Sherpa probably has enough to deal with after all that bullshit between the students and that teacher that got fired last year. I’m assuming she doesn’t want any more scandals on her hands. But, just sayin’, she’s not upset. It really was an innocent picture taken at the exact most awful angle ever…though, you’re right. I did like it.”

Her face flushed as I went down on the bed with her, a lot rougher than I’d intended to.

Her breath caught in her throat when I repositioned myself so that she could feel the length of my erection pressed against her core.

She licked her lips, and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to taste her.

Leaning forward, both fists planted on either side of her head, I pressed my lips to hers.

I only intended it to be a soft touch, just a brush of my lips against hers.

But then she caught my neck before I could pull away and arched her body so that she could place her mouth on mine more fully.

I laughed against her lips, going down to my elbows so that she didn’t have to reach so far, and gave her what she wanted.

Me.

She moaned and tightened her legs around my hips, pulling me in tighter at the same time that she locked both of her arms behind my neck.

Her mouth went to mine, and seconds later her tongue was touching mine.

I growled against her mouth, moving my hips side to side against her pussy as I stole kiss after kiss.

Her breathing was ragged as she let me go.

“God, you can kiss.” I pressed my lips to hers once more. But when she went to deepen the kiss, I shook my head and pulled away.

Her attempt at keeping me where she wanted me was quite a puny attempt, but I at least acted like she’d put up quite a good fight.

“I can kiss because it’s you,” she answered breathlessly. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I swear, I don’t normally act like this.”

I started to chuckle. “God, I hope not.”

Then I was stripping her of her clothes. First her pants, followed shortly by her panties, shirt, bra and finally socks.

My clothes soon followed, and long moments later I was laying my naked body back over the top of hers.

Her breasts were heaving, and it took my exemplary self-control not to reposition my hips and sink my cock inside of her.

“God,” she hissed, her hands coming up to my chest and smoothing them up and down. “Your body makes me crazy.”

I laughed in her face.

“Funny,” I said once I regained control. “That’s exactly what I said about you…still do as a matter of fact.”

Her hands smoothed down my sides, and I flinched when she reached a particularly ticklish spot. She smiled as if she’d just learned my greatest weakness, then did it again.