Reckless Kiss
“I’d rather be hot than cold.”
His grip on me tightens, and he pulls me against his chest. I can barely breathe, but I blink up to his lips, slipping my tongue out to touch mine. His erection is against my stomach, and I’m so wet.
“Are you drunk?” His voice is a rough whisper.
“No. Are you?” Stretching higher, I touch my lips to the scratchy stubble of his jaw.
Leaning down, he kisses me fast. His lips shove mine apart, and his tongue invades, finding mine. My knees start to give out, but his arm is around my waist, scooping me up against his chest.
It’s a rough kiss, not kind or gentle, and my fingernails scratch up to his shoulders. A little noise escapes my throat, and he rumbles in response. Heat floods my panties.
Our mouths break apart with a gasp, and his blue eyes are blazing. “Do you want this?”
Nodding, I step back, holding out my hand. “Come with me.”
He hesitates as I go to the glass doors leading to Ethan’s dark bedroom. When I pause and look back, he’s watching me like a predator. His hair is messy from my fingers, and his lips are parted with his breath. He looks like pure sex.
“This way.” I’m holding still, hoping, until…
He follows me inside.
My shirt is ripped open. Stephen doesn’t bother removing my bra. He shoves the cups down under my small breasts, and devours me, pulling a taut nipple into his mouth and giving it a bite, sending electricity straight to my core.
“Stephen…” I whimper as his large hands cup and kiss me.
I’m on fire, threading my fingers into his hair. His mouth feels so good against my skin, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing, perching my ass on the edge of the sink.
We’re locked in my brother’s small half bathroom, and he’s making my dreams come true.
“You still want this?” His voice is hot at my ear as he shoves my skirt up to my waist.
“Yes.” I gasp, gripping his neck. God, yes…
His belt clinks, and I wait as he rolls on the condom. Our eyes meet once more, and his burn with desire. Everything’s going to change after this. He’s going to fall in love with me. I just know it.
Large palms go under my thighs, lifting them, and I feel the tip of his cock touching me, probing… It’s about to happen… Then all at once…
Oh, holy shit! My eyes squeeze shut, and I bite my lower lip hard, letting out a little moan of pain.
“Fuck, Emmy,” he groans in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I make a little noise of assent, gripping his shoulders. His massive cock rips through my virginity, and it hurts so much more than I expected. He has no idea, of course, and I have no intention of telling him. I know for certain Stephen Hastings would not deflower me so roughly.
Rotating my hips, I do my best to accommodate this distinct sense of fullness. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I focus on his scent, spicy sweat and fresh soap. It’s warm and good. He groans again, thrusting faster at my movements.
“Yes…” His lips find mine, kissing me quickly, a touch of his tongue leaves me wanting more. “Like that.”
His face is in my hair, and as he moves faster, somehow the pain begins to subside. It transforms into numbness, until gradually, gradually, the smallest flicker of warmth blooms in my lower belly.
“Come for me.” Hot breath is at my ear, and my forehead tightens. Can I?
Warm hands cup my ass, lifting me off the sink and turning us to the wall. The pain is gone, and my body slides up and down against his hard pelvis. His cock glides in and out, the ridge of its head working
my insides. My clit is against his shaft, and something begins to happen. Prickling warmth starts to grow. It gets stronger, and I forget everything but chasing it down.
My thighs tighten around him, and I’m pumping my body up and down, riding him, wanting that tingling heat to keep getting hotter. I’m desperate, gripping his skin and moaning as the orgasm creeps higher up my thighs.
“Fuck, Emmy.” He groans, fucking me harder.