That was tantalizing on its own, feeling with his skin but unable to see with his eyes, yet he could watch her fingers dig into his thighs, watch as she held on, watch her breasts rise and fall with every breath she sucked in, watch her body strain for more.
Very bloody tantalizing. Very bloody sexy. And definitely very bloody erotic.
Her hands clenched, knuckles almost white as he slid his middle finger into just the top of where her labia met, the curve at the very top, the beginning of a slick slide down.
He rubbed the top lightly, felt her shudder, and then he slowly but steadily slid lower, firm in his touch, giving her no doubt that he was entering her hidden valley, seeking the treasure stored within the sheltering labia.
So much about Molly was sheltered by clothes, flesh, laughter and stubbornness, yet he breached them all.
Her hips shifted to the edge of the step, enabling him free access to her womanhood.
Kirk took it gladly, explored her carefully, light touches, a little tap to her perineum that had her breath catching, and then he found it, sliding his finger unerringly upward to nudge against the little nub hiding high up.
His progress parted the lower lips, the silken flesh no match for him. Tentatively he felt around the top of it, the little nub swelling as he started to rub it gently yet firmly, sliding his finger each side of it in turn before going to the top of it and swirling his finger directly on the delicate top.
Molly shuddered, pressed back against him, and he supported her easily, bracing his body only a little as he continued to watch without seeing, but feeling in a way that made him see in his mind’s eye.
Dampness allowed him to stroke her easily, no friction, just a steady gliding that had her moaning, had her pressing herself into his hand, a soft pleading breaking from her lush lips.
“Please. Please please please.” A chant without pause, and then she bit her lip, trying to hold back a rising tide of desire that was more than evident as her cheeks heated, her body straining, a sob escaping her.
“I’m here, sweet Molly, ” Kirk rasped huskily as he turned his head to kiss her cheek. “Let go, kitten. I’ll catch you. Just trust me and let go.”
“Kirk…” His name was a whimper in the air.
He didn’t answer, just slid his finger unerringly into her, breaching the slick opening of her body and gliding deep, pushing through the muscles that shivered and convulsed at his entrance, and then she clamped down on his finger.
Easily he moved in her, twisting his hand to find her secret spot, knowing he’d hit it when she shuddered almost violently, pressing upwards into it and rubbing it mercilessly, at the same time he pressed on the little clitoris already swollen from his ministrations.
Molly almost screamed as the orgasm rocked through her, hands braced on his thighs, hips pushing into his touch.
Kirk kept her controlled, kept her in place by simply splaying one hand on her belly and pressing her firmly against him, holding her, rhythmically thrusting his finger into her while thumbing her, feeling the orgasm rip through her.
Holding her while she rode the erotic prurience he’d brought forth from inside her.
Holding her and kissing her cheek, whispering to her as she rode the wave, crested, and finally came down to float dreamily, coming to in a pleasant haze.
The sexual tension seeped from her as she rested fully against him.
Circling her with one arm, he lifted his head enough to capture her mouth, kissing her hard and deep, hot, desire pounding through him but determined to wait for her, to let her come to before taking it further.
So deliciously, cravenly further in his bed.
Releasing her mouth, he leaned his forehead against her’s and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, bringing his ardour under control before it ripped free and he simply took her there on the back steps.
Not that it was a bad idea.
As her breathing slowed she shifted, and realising that she might not be as comfortable now that the heat of the moment was gone, Kirk placed his hands at her hips and easily pulled her back so she sat properly on the step.
Opening her eyes, Molly looked up at him.
He smiled. “Hello, kitten.”
She stared at him for several seconds, and then horror dawned, wiping away all lingering remnants of pleasure. “Oh my God!”
Uh-oh, this might go in another direction altogether.
“Easy, Molly-”
“You - I - oh my God!” Molly bolted upright, almost falling off the steps in her haste.
Kirk shoved to his feet fast, but before he could do or say anything further the sound of car doors closing sounded followed by voices.
She stared at him in panic.
“Movie night.” He cursed silently.
“Oh no!” Hands shaking, she tried to refasten the buttons on her dress, looking around in growing panic as the voices neared.
He grabbed her arm. “Go inside.”
She didn’t need to be told twice, racing up the steps into the house, the screen door banging behind her.
Just in time because Ryder and Simon meandered around the corner with Del and Dee behind them, all of them arguing.
Kirk liked his friends, would lay down his life for each of them, but right then he felt like kicking their arses. It took all his effort to drag up his calm façade and greet them instead of doing what he really wanted, which was to follow Molly and soothe her, not be out here pretending nothing had happened when damn, he could still feel her body undulating against him as she rode the desire, not to mention the way she’d looked at him with horror afterward. Goddamn it, she needed him now to comfort her, show her it was fine, all right, but no, he had to protect her from his friends, and wasn’t that bloody ironic? Because truthfully, it wasn’t protect her from them so much as bloody protect her from herself.
Ryder walked up to where he stood, one brow raised. “You all right?”
“Fine.” He smiled.
“Because you’re looking a little flushed.”
“Bit too much sun.”
“On your cheeks?”
“The hat didn’t protect all my face, it’d seem.”
“Most people burn on one side only.”
“Then I’m not everyone, am I?”
“You can say that again.”
“Hi, Kirk.” Carrying two carry bags of Chinese takeaway, Dee started up the steps, still arguing with Simon. “Godzilla? Really? You had to rent the old one and not the latest release? What are you, a moron?”
“Hey, you gave me the choice this time.”
“What was I thinking?”
“That I had great taste?” Simon held the door open for her, cradling in one arm a bag of what smelled to be a load of garlic bread and spicy chicken wings.
“I must have hit my head.”
The door shut behind them.
Del nodded to Kirk as she followed, a bag of desserts in one hand. “G’day, Goldie.”
“G’day, Del.”
When the door banged behind her, he realised that Ryder was watching him. Closely. With a gleam in his eyes that didn’t bode well. Which meant he’d guessed something that was going to be uncomfortably close to the truth.
“See Molly’s car is here,” Ryder drawled, hands in pockets.
“Yep.”
“You’re out here.”
“Your eyesight is good.”
“Molly isn’t.”
“I’m impressed.”
“You’re sporting a stiffy.”
“What the-” Kirk looked down to find that yes, indeed, the front of his jeans were bulging. Well, no bloody surprise considering he never got a chance to satisfy himself. Refusing to cover himself, he glared at Ryder. “So what?”
Ryder smirked.
Kirk took a threatening step forward. “You say anything to anyone and I’ll bust your arse.”
“Mate, I’m not about to announce to all and sundry that you and Molly were doing something that gave you a b
oner.”
“I won’t have her embarrassed.”
“I’d never dream of upsetting her.” Ryder paused. “You, however…”
More car doors shutting, more voices.
“Oh look,” Ryder said. “Molly’s cousin is going to come around any second to find his sweet little cousin in your house and you with a stiffy to rival a whole knob of salami.”
“Just get everyone inside.” Kirk swung away, swung back and stabbed a finger in Ryder’s direction. “And don’t let Molly leave.”
Before Ryder could make a smart-mouthed come-back, Kirk took off after Henny and Penny, using rounding them up to put in their pen for the night as an excuse to not face Scott with a stiffy in his jeans.
Scott called out a greeting and Kirk was able to simply throw a greeting back over his shoulder while gathering a squawking Henny into his arms. While Scott ushered Ash up the back steps into the house, Kirk carried Henny to the hen house while Penny trotted along behind him warbling softly.
Unfortunately, the erection in his jeans wasn’t going down, and not going to any time soon, not even with the threat of Molly’s cousin in the house. He couldn’t believe it himself when he ended up hiding behind the hen house and, Goddamn it, actually relieve himself. It took less than a minute, he was so primed. All he had to do was close his eyes and think of Molly’s face in the throes of passion and he erupted, shooting off into a rag that he then had to use to bloody well clean himself before yanking up his jeans and refastening his zipper, so angry he almost skinned his shaft during the process.
Anger was irrational, he told himself as he tossed the rag into the bin. It was movie night, his friends were here as arranged. It was no one’s fault.
Turning into the laundry that was off the back veranda, he washed his hands and looked in the mirror. Bracing his hands on the sink, he took several deep breaths, closing his eyes and rolling the tension from his shoulders.
Get a grip. Go in there, smile, have fun. Make sure Molly doesn’t do a runner. Talk to her afterwards. Above all, keep calm!
Stepping back out onto the veranda, he heard a rustling sound and peeked in to see Sparkles looking out at him from her cage. Her little whiskers quivered, her nose twitched, and her little front paws clasped together as though begging him to be let out.
“Aw.” He couldn’t help but grin, opening the door and reaching in for her. “C’mere, cutie.”
Sparkles sat in his hand until he perched her on his shoulder, where she proceeded to snuffle in his hair and sniff his shirt.
“Yeah, girl, you smell her, huh?” He scratched the top of her head. “Let’s introduce you to my other girl.” He paused. “If Ryder managed to keep her here.”
That had him moving faster, which made Sparkles squeak and burrow into his neck. Lifting his hand, he cupped it over her as he strode into the kitchen. It was empty. Hoping Ryder had managed to keep Molly from leaving, fully intending to follow her if she had regardless of his friends being present, Kirk quickly followed the voices into the lounge, his gaze sweeping over the group gathered within before settling on the woman standing beside Ash.
Kirk calmed immediately, lifting his hand from Sparkles, his gaze lingering on Molly. Her arms were folded in front of her, her head angled to one side as she listened to Ash, but there was no hiding those lips, still red and swollen from his kisses, nor the way she peeked at him from beneath her eyelashes, the blush staining her cheeks.
He couldn’t stop the smile that curved his mouth. Damn, he tried, but he couldn’t, not when her shy look turned into a glare. He was starting to see that she hid behind it when unnerved. Good thing to know.
~*~
May a big hole in the floor just open up and swallow me right now. Staring at Kirk standing in the doorway, his shoulders so broad, his thumbs hooked into his jeans loops, Molly felt her cheeks burn.
Oh Lord, one of those thumbs had been on her….and his finger had been in her…oh Lord.
She had to get out of here, especially when his gaze didn’t leave her, sweeping slowly over her with a decidedly hungry gleam in the light brown of his eyes before settling on her face once more. Taking one look at her mouth, his gaze darkened.
Or maybe it was her imagination because everyone just kept talking, the girls setting out the food while Simon and Scott got drinks.
Glaring at him, she started to move forward when Dee grabbed her arm. “So, did Kirk actually invite you or did you bite the bullet and simply come?”
Come? That brought x-rated visions of her and Kirk on the back veranda step, his finger in her while she came - oh, this would never do.
“I have to g-” she began, but before she could finish, Scott placed an opened can of Diet Coke in her hand.
“Here,” he said. “And what’s this about an invite?”
“Yeah,” Kirk said. “What invite?”
Uh oh, wasn’t this embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as - hell, it was just one more embarrassment. Avoiding his eyes, Molly mumbled, “I didn’t….I just…”
“Molly wasn’t going to come without an invite,” Del said. “How dumb is that?”
“Cripes,” Simon added. “No one gets invited to these things, we just come.”
Ryder looked sideways at Kirk, a small smirk on his lips. Right, what did the ambo boy know? Molly narrowed her gaze on him, but when he glanced at her, the smirk disappeared to be replaced with a surprisingly reassuring smile.
“Invitation, Molly?” Kirk’s deep voice drew her gaze, especially the infliction in it.
Oh boy, he was looking at her. Directly at her with that all-seeing gaze he had, the one that made her feel stripped to the bone.
Stripped? Don’t think stripped!
She couldn’t stop the surge of heat that went straight to her cheeks for everyone to see. Damn it.
Especially Kirk, though he didn’t smile, didn’t look anything but serious. “Molly?”
“Um…yes?” She took cover in sipping her drink.
“You were waiting for an invite?’
Geez, how did one talk to a handsome hunk that not long ago had his hand down her panties and his finger in her - don’t think about it!
Molly cleared her throat and looked at his rather rugged cheekbone because it was a whole lot easier than meeting his intent gaze. “It’s the polite thing to do.”
Dee scoffed.
“Hey, she was brought up with manners.” Ryder leaped to Molly’s defence with a poke in Dee’s side.
Dee pinched his arse and he leaped into the air. “Holy shit!”
Simon laughed and Del shook her head. Scott pulled Ash down on one of the two sofas, tucking her into his side. “Here we go.”
“Now my arse will be black and blue,” Ryder informed Dee.
“Your arse is always black and blue from women pinching and clawing at it while you’re shagging them in the back of the ambulance.”
“What?” Ryder actually looked a little incensed. “Lady, I do not bonk sheilas in my ambulance.”
“Really? So the screaming I heard last night coming from there was from a real person in pain?”
“I wasn’t on shift last night, and I happen to know there was no screaming coming from that ambulance.”
“How would you know if you weren’t there?”
“Because we ambos have integrity. What goes on in the back of that ambulance is purely professional.”
Since when did your whoring turn professional?”
“Jesus, Dee.”
“Are you charging the women for your for sperm now?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “One day-”
“Only one day? That wouldn’t have garnered you much money.”
His hands actually closed into fists and for the first time that she could remember, Molly wondered if he’d grab Dee and…do what?
Hands on hips, Dee met him glare for glare, daring him.
Oh boy.
The corners of Ryder’s lips twitched right before he suddenly start
ed laughing. “You are such a witch.”
“Giving up so easily?”
“Here.” He shoved a box of Chinese food at her. “Have some sweet to temper your sour.”
“Oh, very cute.”
“Not as much as when you’re mouthing off.”
With a humph, Dee put the box back on the table.
“What a shame,” Simon drawled. “Just when things were starting to get interesting.”
“You think that was just interesting?” Del queried. “That poor, dumb bastard.”
Ryder straightened up from his bent position at the coffee table where he was loading his plate with food. “What? What the hell? Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“Saying what?”
“That I’m a poor, dumb bastard!”
“Do we say that?” Grinning, Del sat down, balancing her plate on her knees and forking up fried rice.
Molly didn’t hear his retort because there was a sudden warmth beside her, a lean hip coming into her view when she dropped her gaze to glance sideways.
Kirk. As if she didn’t know. She felt him even when he wasn’t close.
His hip touched her’s lightly, he was so close. His arm brushed her’s, his scent wrapped around her and she felt herself lean towards him mindlessly until she suddenly realised and stiffened.
“Molly, were you really waiting for an invitation?” he asked softly.
“It’s the polite thing to do,” she managed to reply a trifle unsteadily.
“You never have to wait for an invitation from me.” His hand was suddenly at her back in a soothing, slow sweep that she felt right down to the tips of her toes. “My home is always open to you.”
At a hidden undercurrent in his deep tone, she looked up, immediately ensnared by his eyes. The gold flecks in them seemed especially bright, his face so calm, gaze so intent. He didn’t leer, didn’t smirk at the memory of what had happened. He didn’t even look as though he were thinking about it, which kind of made her feel both relieved and annoyed all at once.
She nodded, glanced away. “Okay. Thanks.” Which kind of sounded a little lame after what was obviously a sincere statement from him.
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