Stripped Down (Tap That)

“Says the girl not wearing panties.” He put his hands under her skirt, cupping her tight little ass. “See? Bare as the day you were born.” He squeezed that tender flesh and she gave a soft cry of surprise and pleasure. “Stand up, Sloane. I need my pants off yesterday.”

She stood back up and gave him a pout. It wasn’t a very Sloane expression and he drew her back to him and kissed her, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip. She gasped.

“No pouting,” he murmured against her mouth. “I’m going to make you very happy in about sixty seconds.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

She stood up and put her hands on her hips. “I’m not sure I can get this top off all that easily. I may need your help.”

Rick shook his head. “Oh, the top is staying on. That’s part of the fun.”

Sloane laughed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. We’re ridiculous.”

“No. We’re awesome.” Instantly that sounded a little too much like they were a couple, but Rick covered it by peeling his T-shirt off. That way he didn’t have to make eye contact. He didn’t want to come across as wanting more from Sloane than she could give.

Dropping his shirt, he tugged her hand. “Over here.” He pulled her to the end of her couch. “Turn around.” He pushed on her back, so that she bent over. Her ass rose enticingly in that tiny skirt. The bottom of her cheeks peeked out from under the fabric.

She splayed her palms on the arm of the couch and glanced back at him. “Oh, I see where this is going.”

“Yep. And I’m going to pull your hair too, while I’m fucking you.” Rick reached under her skirt and eased a finger between her thighs and drove it deep into her pussy. “Look what I found.”

“What?” she breathed, arching her back and shifting her legs open even further.

“A wet, sweet pussy.”

“Imagine that.”

He eased in and out of her, moistening up her clit with her own slickness, listening to her breathing change, grow deeper, more frantic. When she came it seemed to shock her. She moaned.

“What the hell?” she asked. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

He drew his hand down over all that thick hair and gave a soft laugh. “The point is to do that.”

“But not so soon.”

“I’ll give you another one. Don’t worry.”

First, though, he was going to prep her for something he wanted to try later. Not today, but he had to start somewhere. And he refused to think about the fact that he was assuming there would be a “later.”

Nope.

Not going there in his head.

So instead he took his slicked-up index finger and he teased it into Sloane’s ass.

She jerked but then gave a small cry. “Oh, my. Oh, wait… oh, Rick, that’s not bad at all.”

“Good. This is just a little practice for another day. We’ll get there in stages. Because now that it’s in my head, I can’t let it go.”

“It’s very different but interesting.” She was gripping the couch tightly.

Rick pulled her skirt up so he could have a full view of her sweet ass. “Are you ready for my cock in your pussy?”

She nodded. “Yes. So ready.”

Rick shoved his jeans down and took one for the team.