Looking for Trouble

by Stacey Lewis

  When we reach the apartment, I push open the door, then step aside to let her walk in. She murmurs a quiet, “Thank you,” as she scoots by me, her arms wrapped around herself as she heads straight for the couch. Kat pulls off her shoes, then shimmies off her tights before she drops down on it with a heavy sigh, pulling her legs into her chest, her head dropping to rest on her knees as she wraps her arms around them, her eyes sliding closed. If it’s possible, she looks more miserable than she did when I dropped her off earlier.

  I walk over, taking a seat beside her and lean back, sliding my arm along the couch behind where she’s sitting. “What’s wrong?” I brace myself for an answer that likely includes something I’ve said or done, but when her answer comes, I have to brace myself for another reason—to keep myself from going straight back to her dorm to do things to her roommate a man should never do to a woman.

  “Becca’s the one behind all the rumors.”

  Leaning closer, I ask, “Becca … as in your roommate Becca?”

  Her eyes open, and she rolls them before glaring at me. “Of course, my roommate Becca, unless you know of another Becca who would have been talking about me to her friends in my room.” She shakes her head, irritated that I would even ask.

  “Sorry,” I grin down at her, comfortable with the return of our normal back and forth. “I didn’t realize your roommate was such a cunt.”

  I watch as Kat’s eyes widen, and before she can hide it, a grin spreads across her face. “You’re such a jerk.” Unlike when she used to say that, the words have zero heat. She doesn’t mean them.

  “Ah, yeah, but I’m your favorite jerk,” I say with a wink. Kat snorts but doesn’t contradict me. I almost said I was just her jerk, but I don’t think she would have agreed with me. It’s putting myself, and my feelings, out there a little too much.

  Kat looks away, but not before I see her bite her lip in an attempt to stop smiling. “Whatever,” she mutters.

  Removing my arm from the back of the sofa, I lean forward to grab the remote. Once I have it in hand, I return to my previous position, moving just a little closer to her. “Any requests for what to watch?” Kat shrugs, studiously avoiding looking at me again. “C’mon, Kitty Kat. I’m letting you pick, and I’m down for anything. Tell you what; I’ll even watch some girly chick flick. It’ll be like Netflix and chill … without the chill.”

  At my offer, Kat leans forward, grabbing the remote out of my hand and scrolling the choices. She stops on a series about a female superhero who is basically indestructible and has a freaky dude stalking her. “Have you ever watched this?” I ask Kat, certain the answer has to be no. There’s a lot of booty call action in this one, and there’s no way she’d choose to knowingly watch it with me. I’m not ashamed to admit that I have. It’s a chick superhero, and she’s badass.

  My thought is confirmed when she shakes her head. “Uh-uh. Scarlett thinks Jessica is awesome though, and she’s been trying to get me to watch it.” She looks up at me from under her lashes, and it’s all I can do not to kiss her. Watching a sex-heavy show with her is not a good idea. “You’re okay with it, right?”

  “Yeah,” I manage to croak, “I said you could pick.”

  Satisfied, she hits the button to start the show, stiffening when she sees the action that starts at the very beginning of the episode. Two people are clearly having sex, while the main character takes photos of them. I don’t pay much attention to what’s on the television, though. I much prefer watching Kat’s reaction to what she’s seeing. The first episode is heavy on the screwing, and the longer we watch, the more her cheeks flush and her breathing speeds up. One of the sex scenes is very detailed, and Kat’s eyes go round as she watches the characters having sex that’s probably a lot rougher than she’s ever had. When her mouth drops open a little, and a soft moan leaves her mouth, memories of the night she spent in my bed flip through my head and I’m done.

  Using the hand that’s not laying across the back of the couch, I cup her cheek and turn her to face me. Her eyes are glassy, and I know watching the show has turned her on. Even though I know it’s a bad idea, especially after the shitty thing she’s found out tonight, there’s no way I can stop this now. As I lean closer, her eyes focus on my lips, and I wait for her to tell me to stop. When she doesn’t, I slowly move closer, my arm leaving the couch and wrapping around her waist instead, pulling her closer to me.

  Kat’s hands travel timidly up my chest to wrap around my neck just as my lips meet hers. Another breathy sound leaves her, and I take advantage of her mouth opening, thrusting my tongue inside to taste her. When she cautiously curls her tongue around mine, my hand at her waist tightens, pulling her further into me. Instead of just pressing against me, she moves, our mouths still fused together, so she’s straddling my lap instead. The position makes the softest parts of her body line up with the hardest parts of mine, and we both moan. My other hand moves down along her throat, down her arm and along with the other hand, grips the sides of her small waist.

  I’ve been thinking about kissing her like this for more than a month. Now that she’s here, the heat of her pussy pressing against my hard as a rock dick, I don’t want to do anything to spook her. The couple on TV are still getting down and dirty, their sounds providing the perfect soundtrack for what we’re doing. The need to have her in every way possible consumes me, and I want more than this, more than a kiss, but I’m afraid if I try to move things forward she’ll stop me.

  The choice is taken out of my hands when her mouth leaves mine, and she buries her face in my neck. I can feel her trembling. In an attempt to calm her, I release one side of her waist to rub my hand up and down her back softly, wishing I was touching her skin instead of my sweatshirt. My hand stills when I feel her lips pucker against my throat, so quickly I think I imagined it. A second later the sensation happens again, her mouth pressing against my skin a little harder before her tongue touches my heated flesh.

  Kat’s breath is choppy as her tiny kisses move up my throat to my jaw. I take advantage of her movement, using my hand to keep her pressed to my chest, and take the delicate lobe of her ear between my teeth. Her body jolts when I bite down, a soft, “oh,” in my own ear, and her hands tightening in the hair at the back of my neck. Using my tongue, I trace the shell of her ear before laving kisses down her throat. I feel her body start to rock against me, and mentally fist pump. This is actually going to fucking happen. Maybe it won’t all the way happen, but just feeling her move against me has me ready to come in my jeans.

  Her pulse races against my lips when I press a kiss at the base of her throat, and I marvel at the fact she’s just as into this as I am. Looking up, I search her eyes for permission. As much as I want to touch her, as much as I want to go there with her, I have no interest in taking advantage of her. Kat uses her hands to move my face down to hers, touching our mouths together and tracing my lips with her tongue. Thank Christ. Then, she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and bites down, driving me a little more crazy.

  Hard as it is, I manage to break away from her mouth, moving her back on my lap just enough to put some space between us. We both catch our breath at the feel of her sliding against me deliberately. Half-lidded eyes watch as I grip the neck of my shirt at the back of my neck, pulling it over my head and dropping it behind the couch. I could care less right now where it lands. Kat’s eyes are locked on my bare chest, and it’s all I can do not to flex my muscles to make them look bigger. I’m blown away by how much I want her to like what she sees, and based on the way she bites down on her lip, her cheeks turning pink, she does. Without giving her a chance to protest, I grip the bottom of my hoodie and pull it up over her head. I half expect her to stop me, but instead, she raises her arms to help.

  She’s still wearing the dress from her date, and even though I hated it earlier, now I’m thanking God, Scarlett, and anyone else I can think of for the fact I’m the one who gets to take it off of her. I’m refusing to even think about Aaron being the
one to do this with her. Just his name has me wanting to brand her as mine, to make sure everyone knows not to touch her.

  Taking a deep breath, I run my hands down her arms, not wanting to go straight for getting her naked. Well, that’s not exactly true. I want her naked more than I want my next breath, but I know she’ll balk if I move too fast. The damn dress drove me crazy when I saw her earlier, so crazy I acted like even more of a jerk because of it. It has short sleeves and an even shorter skirt, something I’m happy about now since it means there’s less fabric between her pussy and my dick. Keeping my eyes on her, I study her as I move my hands down to rest on her bare thighs. When she doesn’t protest, I lean forward, pressing moist kisses along her collarbone, stopping briefly to dip my tongue in the indent at the base of her throat. I can’t get enough of the taste of her skin.

  Kat sighs, slowly dragging her hands down my chest to the button on my jeans before tentatively touching the skin just above my waistband. Her fingers dip just under, but she goes no further, even though I’m silently pleading for her to touch me. Wanting to move her along, I inch my hands up under the short skirt until I reach the apex of her thighs. She freezes, and as hard as it is, I look away from where my tan skin contrasts with the soft, pale skin of her legs to meet hers.

  “Can I touch you?” I hesitate to ask the question, afraid she’ll say no, but breathe a sigh of relief when her head moves, barely a nod. “The words, Kat. I need the words.”

  She has to clear her throat first, but then a soft, “Yes,” leaves her lips. As soon as I hear it, I cover her mouth with mine, pushing my tongue into her mouth at the same time I stroke the center of her panties with my thumbs. Her whole body jolts at the touch, and a low whimper comes from her throat. When my thumbs stroke up her silky panties, her hips move forward, trying to get closer to my touch.

  I still don’t want to move too fast, so even though it kills me to do it, I move my hands back down her thighs. Kat shifts closer to me, wanting me to touch her again, and her hands grip my wrists. I smile against her mouth when she tries to move them back, but easily get out of her grip. She groans in protest, and I reassure her, deepening the kiss as I move my hands up her back to the zipper at her collar.

  The zipper moves slowly, and so quiet she doesn’t realize it’s down until the dress loosens at her front. I break our kiss so I can watch when I push the top down her arms, baring more of her pale skin and a black lace bra. I’m unable to take my eyes off her, and as soon as the dress is down to her waist, I meet her eyes as I reach back around to undo the clasp of her bra. Her firm breasts move with her uneven breaths, but she doesn’t attempt to stop me when I slide the straps down the same path her sleeves went.

  I can’t decide where to look—or touch—first. Cupping a breast in each hand, I brush the tips with my thumbs, watching them harden instantly at my touch. At the same time, her back arches, pushing her flesh into my hands further. Her movement helps me become braver, I pinch each nipple between my thumb and index finger, loving the way she responds to me. Kat struggles for a minute to free her arms from both the top of her dress and her bra; then her hands come up to grip my wrists again as her hips move against me once more.

  Keeping my eyes on her, I lower my mouth, using my tongue to trace a circle around her erect nipple. Her eyes glaze over in pleasure, so I continue, sucking the hard tip into my mouth. Kat’s grip on my wrists tightens, and her rocking movement in my lap increases. Based on the noises she’s making; her orgasm isn’t far off. I don’t want her to get there just from rubbing herself on my lap, so though it pains me, I sit back, moving my hands back down to her waist and maneuvering her off me, so she’s standing in front of me.

  Looking down at me, she frowns, but I stand in front of her, covering her mouth with mine to prevent her from saying anything. My hands go right back to her waist, and I walk her backward to my room, thankful for once the slobs I live with cleaned up their shit, so I don’t have to worry about her tripping over anything. Once we reach my room, I kick the door closed with my foot, quickly turning the lock with one hand. We reach my bed, and I gently push her down, so she’s lying on her back. With her dress unzipped and bunched around her hips, pulling it down and off is easy. I straighten so I can enjoy the look of her almost naked in my bed. The only thing she’s wearing now is a pair of tiny black panties that match the bra I left on the couch.

  Kat squirms, watching me through half-lidded eyes as I unsnap my jeans, shoving them down and removing them along with my shoes without taking mine off her. Crawling up the bed, I spread her legs so I can move between them, noticing the catch in her breathing and the widening of her eyes as I cover her with my body. Slanting my mouth over hers, I kiss her deeply, my tongue tangling with hers again and again. I kiss her until her hands are clutching my biceps, fingers digging into me. That’s when I move my mouth lower, sucking her earlobe into my mouth and biting down, causing her to gasp, then moving down her throat to her shoulder. When I reach her breasts, she sucks in a breath at the same time I take her nipple into my mouth. I suck for only a few seconds before taking the nub between my teeth and drawing out until it pops out of my mouth. As soon as I release her, she exhales, her eyes closing.

  Instead of telling her that I want her eyes open, that I want them on me, I use my teeth on her right breast, biting down just enough on the tender tip of her breast her eyes fly open, and her hazy gaze meets mine. “Eyes on me, Kitty Kat.” She nods jerkily, and I continue down her torso, planting kisses down her ribs, stopping to nip the skin just below her belly button. Her hips jolt at the sensation, and her quiet moan is my undoing. I want to hear her make more noises, louder noises.

  Sitting up on my knees, I grab the sides of her panties and jerk them down her legs, not caring where they land either. Kat tries to close her knees, but I grip the insides of her thighs and spread her wide. Unlike most of the girls I’ve been with, Kat isn’t completely bare. There’s just a small triangle of hair, and fuck, I never thought I’d find that attractive. I want to dive right in, but I don’t. Instead, I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, biting down with my teeth just enough for her to feel it. Her squirms become more pronounced the closer I get to the prize, but I take my time.

  When I get to the crease that separates her leg from her pussy, I suck the skin into my mouth hard enough to leave a tiny red mark, making her gasp in shock. I repeat the motion on her leg, starting from just above her knee and ending with another sucking kiss before getting close to her slit. I inhale the scent of her, closing my eyes and savoring it for a second before raising my head to meet her wide-eyed gaze. She looks a little like a deer in headlights, and I find myself wondering if anyone has ever done this to her before. Damn, I hope not.

  Sticking out my tongue, I touch her wet skin, keeping my eyes on her as I lick from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, circling my tongue around the hard button of flesh before sucking it into my mouth and applying pressure. Kat yelps, and I release her clit to lick her again. This time, I circle it with my tongue lightly, then flick the tip against it. When I do that, her lower half rises, putting her pussy against my mouth. I grin wickedly at her, then flick my tongue again, over and over until I can tell she’s almost there. I’m torn between watching her come with my mouth on her, or make her wait until I’m inside her. Her pleading eyes make the decision for me, and releasing the hold I have on her right leg, I trail my fingers down her thigh, resting it just beside the tight little hole begging for attention.

  Moving away from her hard clit, I circle my finger around it, teasing her until her hips start moving in tandem with my finger. Then, I lean forward, sucking her clit into my mouth just as I plunge one finger inside her. Kat lets out a small scream, her pussy tightening around my finger, so tight I groan. I can’t wait to feel her squeeze my cock like that. Just thinking about it leaves a wet spot at the front of my boxer briefs. I want to reach down and palm my dick, but I’m half afraid as soon as I do, I’ll blow my load, and this
will be over. I choose to focus instead on the sounds she’s making every time my finger plunges inside her, and when I add a second finger, her entire lower half raises off the bed, and she shatters.

  Unable to take it, I shove my underwear down my hips and kick them off the end of the bed. Getting up on my knees between her legs again, I reach across Kat, shoving my hand in my nightstand drawer to grab a condom. When I lean over, the tip of my cock encounters her slick, wet, pussy and I hold myself rigid, so I don’t slide right in. Just thinking about feeling her tightness around me is enough to have me thrust against her once before I remember—condom.

  Tearing it open with my teeth, I roll it on, not taking my eyes off hers. I line myself up, and ask one last time, “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she moans, lifting her hips, trying to impale herself on me. Now that I have her permission, I slide in slowly, gritting my teeth at the fucking unreal feel of her. Even through the condom, I can feel all of her, and it’s all I can do not to come immediately.

  Once I’m full seated inside her, I freeze. She’s panting below me, her fingers twisted in my sheets as she watches me. Her hooded eyes are locked on me, and it makes me feel like a goddamn king. I want everyone to know she’s here, that she’s in my bed, that she wants me. But, I don’t. Even though it feels like I’m about to blow, I pull out, leaving only the tip inside her, then slam in quickly. Her breath catches, and I grit out a “Fuck,” at the feeling.

  I lean forward, putting a fist on either side of her head, looking down at her as I continue to pull out slowly and thrust in fast. I don’t want to leave the unreal heat of her for more than a second. Hell, it feels like she’s sucking me back in every damn time, so she must want me in there just as much. When her legs wrap around my waist, I drop my head to take her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue inside at the same time my dick thrusts inside her body. To my amazement, she captures my tongue, sucking it like I imagine she would my dick, and I speed up even more. I’m pounding into her like I’m trying to shove her through the mattress, but I can’t stop.