The Guy on the Right

by Kate Stewart

  Moaning into his mouth, I grip his hair and kiss him eagerly. Fingers exploring, he slides them beneath the elastic of my underwear to find me embarrassingly soaked.

  He breaks our kiss, when the light turns green and slams on the gas, rocketing us down the empty road leading to his neighborhood. He pulls his fingers away, brushing his knuckles along my center before roughly moving them to the side and dipping a thick digit inside me. My back bows from the seat as I gasp out his name, gripping his hand, urging him for more as a groan leaves his throat.

  “Theo,” I whimper, spreading wider as we fly down the street.

  He adds another finger, cupping the entirety of my sex, leaning forward in his seat to drive them deeper.

  “Theo, hurry,” I murmur, lost in his touch.

  He steers with one hand while driving me out of my mind with the other. The friction of his palm causing me to start quaking next to him. I feel so out of control I grind against his hand. My orgasm close.

  He slows his fingers and shakes his head. “Not yet.”

  “Theo!”

  “Fuck,” he groans, taking another turn and parking at the curb.

  We collide over his console with weeks of pent-up sexual tension playing out through our tangled tongues. We’re both so out of control that I can’t tell who’s moaning what. Hands grappling, I cover his thick, stone cock in his pants and he jerks at the contact.

  “We’re only a minute away,” he says as I bite his bottom lip.

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Laney—”

  “Please, Theo, touch me.”

  “Damn,” he says, slipping his hand under my dress before moving my panties to the side and pushing his fingers into me. I damn near scream in his mouth in welcome.

  Shaking in his hold, he plunges his tongue as he twists his fingers, running them along my G, back and forth until I detonate when he strokes my clit with this thumb. Crushing his mouth to mine, he captures the first of my orgasm on his tongue and then breaks our kiss to watch me come apart, my breath leaving in short gasps. He grips my chin and savors every second while his fingers milk every ounce of pleasure from me. Covered in sweat, I sink back into my seat spent as he pulls his soaked fingers from my panties and runs one of them along his bottom lip before licking it clean. It’s so damn sexy, I can’t resist pulling him in for another kiss. He delivers, thrusting slowly, intensely, all the while re-stoking my fire.

  Lifting the hand he just pleasured me with, I kiss his palm repeatedly, and then turn it over and press and hold my lips to the back of it. He pulls it away to cup my cheek, reading my thoughts as I sit stunned in my seat. “Hold on, Laney,” he murmurs before kissing me chastely on the mouth and adjusting back in his seat to drive.

  I gaze at him in a stupor as he takes the two streets to get to his house. Thankfully the driveway is empty, and I’m grateful for the privacy.

  He exits the car and comes to my side, offering me his hand. Stepping out into the cool air, I lean into him, my forehead against his shoulder. We both know what’s about to happen, and some part of me still fears the after, no matter how incredible the moment feels. I want more, but I would rather go without than lose him. It’s fear that has me shaking in his arms. I’ve never felt so much in my life at once. Passion, lust, fear, ache, need, hope.

  He again reads my thoughts, his voice gruff with want. “We don’t have to. I would never ask—”

  “Theo,” I say on a plea, pulling him tightly to me. He kisses my temple before he leads me through the front door and up his stairs.

  Laney

  The door closes behind me, and I stand in the middle of his bedroom at the foot of his bed. I’m so turned on there’s no way to play it off like he doesn’t have this paralyzing effect on me. No man has ever looked at me the way he did after he kissed me. Silent behind me, I move to face him but am stopped by a gentle hand pushing the hair away from my neck just before his lips descend. Moaning, I sink into his hold as he gently trails his soft kiss and tongue covering every inch of my neck from one side to the other. He takes his time as I rub my thighs together, the throb between becoming unbearable.

  “Theo,” I murmur as he continues to lick and suck, the pressure slowly increasing until I’m swept up in his worship, my legs useless beneath me. “I-it’s too quiet, and I have a feeling I’m about to get loud.”

  “We’re alone.”

  “I know…but still.”

  His chest hits me from behind as he exhales a chuckle that causes an eruption of goosebumps across my chest and down my arms. “Hold on. Don’t move.”

  “No chance of that,” I whisper, my voice unrecognizable. I can still feel his touch, everywhere.

  In seconds light music fills the air, and he’s back, his grip tighter, as he resumes his seduction. He’s playing me perfectly as he gently pulls at my skin with his teeth before he soothes his soft bite with the eager laving of his tongue. I’m so wet I would be embarrassed if I couldn’t feel the hard bulge at my back. He brushes his stiff length along the small of it, and I moan in response as he bites the side of my neck, gripping my hair and gently pulling to open me further.

  “I’ve been wanting to kiss this neck for so long,” his words come out in a hungry rush as he lifts my dress, cupping me while pressing his cock in harder, “this is always hard, just from wanting you.” He slips a finger inside my panties and slides the pad of it along my clit, twisting my neck back to claim my mouth. Tongues dancing, he expertly toys with my center, rubbing me with the perfect amount of pressure so that I’m whimpering in his mouth. And then he’s on his knees, taking off my boots, one by one before sliding warm hands up my thighs. His lips are everywhere, on my calves, the skin on the back of my knees before trailing to the tops of my thighs, and then I feel his breath between my legs a second before he places a tongue-filled kiss to my clit. My knees go weak as he works beneath my dress, licking me over my panties with mastered precision, my heart thundering as another orgasm builds.

  “Theo.”

  He moves my panties to the side a breath before I feel the long swipe of his tongue.

  “Theo!”

  “Just a taste,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking out again as I try to remain balanced on shaky legs. And then he’s at my back, encasing me, my stuttered breaths coming fast. After the slow descent of my zipper, my dress pools at my feet and I’m bare—save my underwear—as he turns me to face him, his mouth again on mine, his hunger evident with every thrust of his tongue.

  That’s when I fold in his arms until he sweeps me up in his embrace and deposits me in the center of his bed. I feel completely coveted, worshiped, and it’s addicting. Instinctively, my hands go up, tangle in his hair and I pull him to me kissing him with undeniable need.

  When he pulls away, he stares down at me with a question.

  “Yes, yes, God, yes,” I cry out, lifting to help him shed his jacket and tie before I start to work his shirt buttons one by one before we collectively discard it to the floor. I trail my fingers along the hard wall of his chest, stroking the small smattering of hair in the center before covering his arms in my touch. Though lean, he’s well-defined, subtle curves of muscle accentuate his biceps. Studying him is an easy chore, his long wavy hair, dark eyes, a slightly wide Roman nose, sensual full lips. He rests on his feet, hovering above me in his bed.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  He traces my nipple with his finger and then leans in to capture it with his mouth.

  “So perfect,” he murmurs, his eyes alight with lust as he lifts them to mine.

  “Theo, I want you inside. I want you everywhere.”

  His eyes darken with his command. “Say it again, Laney.”

  “I want you, Theo, so much.”

  He reaches over to his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom as I unbutton his slacks and free him from his briefs. Mouth watering, I stare down at his cock and stroke the tip of him with my thumb. His eyes close, and I rise up to kiss his chest, his neck an
d pull him back to my mouth. He tastes me thoroughly before pulling away and stilling my hand.

  “I want this to last.”

  I nod as he unwraps me, slowly peeling my underwear away, while stormy eyes pierce mine. It’s all I can do to keep from pushing him back on the bed and filling myself with him.

  He spreads my legs, his eyes roaming appreciatively along my body, soaking me in. “I’ve thought about this, about you like this, so many times.” He strokes my skin, my sides with his fingers. Surprising me, he lifts me by the neck and brings me to his mouth, kissing the life out of me before gently laying me back against his pillow. He rises then and admires me from where he stands toeing off his shoes and socks before revealing himself entirely, shedding his boxers along with his pants before they collectively fall to the floor.

  He’s beautiful, and the look that he’s giving me is slowly taking my breath away as it intensifies, until I’m suffocating in his rapt attention. I’d give up air to keep this feeling. I’d give anything to keep it.

  Once he’s rolled on the condom, I reach for him from where I lay, dying for his lips, his mouth, his kiss, his intoxicating touch. Fully naked, he separates my knees, his warm hands exploring as he keeps his gaze locked on mine. “We do this, there’s no going back.”

  I don’t have time to respond when he slides both hands from my calves to my center before he dips and nudges my clit with his nose.

  “Oh my God,” I say, grabbing the pillow next to me to bite into it. Licking me furiously, he reaches up and jerks it from my grip. Speaking between licks.

  “I.” Lick. “Want.” Lick. “To.” Lick. “Hear.” Lick, lick, nudge. “You.”

  I’m so close to crying at the feel of his mouth. It’s so effortless on his part, like a vibration as he laps me up with such precision, I erupt in moans, thighs squeezing his head as I rip at his hair. He continues to suck until I’m a pool of pants and tears. Once satisfied, he resumes his intoxicating exploration of my body cupping my breasts before laving each nipple, trailing his kiss up to my neck before he settles between my thighs and claims my mouth.

  “I want you so much,” he murmurs. My whole body responds with the arch of my back, and I greedily suck his tongue before he envelops a peaked nipple into his mouth.

  “I’m so ready, please,” I whisper hoarsely. “Now, Theo, please.”

  He lifts onto a forearm before positioning himself at my entrance, his eyes catching fire, his mouth parting as he slowly begins to press in. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to, the twist of his features is too beautiful. He’s both long and thick, and I can feel every inch of him as he slowly thrusts in, his eyes pooling to a liquid black. It’s then I realize he’s shaking.

  He’s just as nervous as I am.

  He thrusts into me, stealing every ounce of breath from my body.

  “Oh shit,” he grits out before glancing down to weigh my expression.

  “Just move,” I gasp out. “Just move. We can do it again. We can stay here forever. Theo, move.”

  And he does. He buries himself to the hilt pressing his forehead to mine.

  Nothing in my life has ever felt better, and I whisper as much as he tries to steady himself.

  “Move,” I urge, locking my legs around him. Rearing back, he presses in harder, and we both cry out to the other.

  I bite into his shoulder just as he grunts out, “Jesus, Laney.”

  He eases out and back in, as I stretch around him until he’s fully seated. And then we’re moving, I meet his thrusts, our skin slapping while we exchange hungry kisses and moans. Our mouths seal together as the hunger catches up with the both of us. Chests colliding, we combust into a fit of need. Grappling with the unbelievable feel of him, I can’t control my breaths, my moans, I can’t control anything, so I let go and feel everything.

  “I can’t,” he pants into my mouth, “hold off.”

  “Come,” I urge him as we collide over and over until we can no longer take, but give in.

  He comes long and loud, his features pulling, his mouth beautifully parted, eyes filled with wonder before he collapses on top of me.

  Legs wrapped around him, I pluck at his hair with one hand and rub the expanse of his back with the other. I’ve never felt so close to anyone as I do in this moment.

  “That was perfect,” I murmur. “But you already know that. We get an A plus for chemistry, Houseman.”

  I can feel his smile against my chest. “Am I crushing you?” He asks, trying to move off me. I lock him to me with my legs. “Stay.”

  Content, I feel his every exhale, the slow of his shake, his pounding heart, and the fuzzy warmth spreading through my limbs. We lie there breathless and sated for a few minutes before I speak up.

  “What an idiot,” I murmur into his hair.

  “Who?”

  “Nora. She’s the dumbest woman on Earth and thank the Lort for that.”

  He pulls away chuckling despite my protest and stares down at me. “It wouldn’t have been this good with her.”

  “No?” I ask with a smile as he gazes down at me with surety.

  “No, that was all us,” he says, covering me with warm hands in both caress and worship. “So soft,” he says before pressing a kiss between my breasts.

  A melody fills the room as I stroke his skin, and the pads of his fingers brush along the sides of my body.

  “I like this song. What is it?”

  “John Lennon. ‘Oh My Love.’”

  We sink into the lull as he gently strokes every part of me with explorative fingers.

  “It’s pretty.”

  “It is. These are Yoko days.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. Most people think she was the anti-Christ, but you know the song, “Imagine” that he’s most remembered for?”

  “Yeah, I know it.”

  “Well, he got the idea for it from one of her poetry books.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep. She inspired him. No one really understood them, but it didn’t matter, and they didn’t give a shit either, because they understood each other.”

  “Kind of like us.”

  He lifts his head along with the side of his mouth. “Yeah, a little like us.” He leans in pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’m going to clean up.” I mourn the temporary loss of his weight, but admire his naked ass as he walks to his bathroom. I hear the telltale sign of the disposal of the condom and water run before he slips back in bed and pulls me to him, so my leg is hooked across his stomach. My head rests on his chest as he pushes the hair away from my face with lazy fingers. He stares down at me wordless, and I tilt my head to look up at him.

  “Well, things certainly took a drastic change today.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Mmm?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Not much for words after sex, huh?”

  “That appears to be the case. But in about two minutes, we’re going to have sex again. QT,” he says, pressing his fingers to my lips. “Save your strength.”

  I giggle into his chest. “No complaints here. Guessing now’s your chance to make up for lost time?”

  “Only with you,” he assures.

  “I won’t complain about that, either.”

  Understanding passes between us before he slowly leans in to take my lips. At the last minute, I turn my head, denying him, which earns me a scowl.

  Biting my lip, I grip his growing erection in my hand and quirk a brow. “Not where I want to kiss you, Houseman.” I lick my lips and widen my eyes. “My turn.”

  He groans, filling my hand with the impulsive thrust of his hips as I push away from his chest, blazing tongue-filled kisses down his body, my hair trailing behind me. He grips my locks in his hand, moving them out of the way to stare down at me with wonder.

  I pump him in my hand, and his eyes hood. The silky skin of his dick over the rock-hard muscle has the pulse returning between my legs as I envelop him in my mouth. His body jerks at the feel of it while he traces
my face in a loving caress with his hands. Licking his delicious girth with my tongue, I cup his sack as he hisses through his teeth.

  He lets out a harsh breath, his eyes soaking up the intimate act as his hands continue to lovingly stroke my face. I take my time, licking and sucking him, taking special care to press my thumb below his sack, which makes him jump in surprise before something like a growl leaves his lips. The more I suck, the more attention he lavishes with his hands, and I love how he makes me feel worshiped while I’m the one with the job to do.

  With one last pull, I release him from my locked jaw with a pop and lift my attention to where he lays above to weigh his reaction. I’m met with a small smile, lust-filled curious eyes and the gentle stroke of his knuckles on my cheek before he traces my bottom lip with his thumb.

  “That felt so good.”

  Massaging his thighs, I dart my tongue out to lick him from root to tip and watch his eyes flare.

  “I’ll never get that picture out of my head.”

  Pumping him with my hand, I massage his leg before drawing him back fully into my mouth. I haven’t a plan past wanting to keep that look on his face for as long as possible.

  “Laney,” he rasps out, slowing my movement with gentle hands. “I want you again, is that okay?”

  All I can do is nod. He reaches over and grabs another condom from the strip on his nightstand, and I take it from him, slowly rolling it on. We both watch his cock pulse inside the latex, ready, before I rise above him and position myself. He grips my hips, exhaling harshly, features twisting beautifully while I sink down on top of him.

  Emotions running rampant with the look of awe on his face, I shut my eyes just as he whispers my name. If he sees what I feel in them, I’m done for.

  He traces my nipple with his finger before cupping my face. “Laney.”