See Through Heart

by Amie Knight

  Finally, Anthony broke away from his friends and turned his full attention to me. “Wanna dance, Ains?” he asked.

  Hell yes, I wanted to dance. Only I wanted to dance with that “sweet piece of man meat” in the suspenders, as Kelly had so eloquently put it. But I didn’t turn Anthony down. I nodded and placed my hand in his as we made our way to the dance floor. It took every bit of my willpower, but I didn’t look back at Adrian.

  Anthony and I pushed our way through what felt like five billion people. The place was now packed, but we somehow found a space in the middle of the dance floor. I could see Adrian standing at the bar with Kelly and Miranda while Anthony pressed his chest close to mine and we began to dance. An upbeat techno song set the pace, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how incredibly awkward Anthony’s dance moves were at times. He placed his hand on my waist and grabbed my hand before twirling me in a circle. I threw my head back and laughed because adult Anthony was pretty damn fun. He’d almost made me forget about Adrian at the bar. Almost.

  However, I couldn’t help but allow my gaze to drift over to him every now and then. It seemed that Kelly and Miranda had abandoned him for the dance floor, but there he still stood, stationed at his post, leaning up against the bar, never taking his eyes off me. He’d lift his drink to those masculine lips, his eyes lazy and focused on me. To others, he might have appeared sleepy or bored, but to me those eyes screamed sex so loudly he might as well have been yelling it. And, as mad as I wanted to be about him showing up here and practically eye-fucking me while I was dancing with Anthony, I just couldn’t be. Every bit of attention Adrian Davis deemed to bless me with felt sacred and special, and I soaked it up like the sun on a cloudy day.

  The song switched to a slow, old-school R&B jam, and Anthony pulled me even closer, this time placing his thigh between my legs and his forehead to mine. He ran his hands down my back, and they were traveling all too quickly to my ass. Warning bells were going off in my brain, but before I could say anything or push him away, Adrian’s voice from behind demanded, “Enough.”

  Woodsy-scented cologne wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a frigid night. My body involuntarily leaned back into that warmth, and Adrian placed his hands on my hips, steadying me from behind. Anthony let me go, smirked over my shoulder at Adrian, and gave me a knowing look. Before I could apologize for Adrian’s Neanderthal behavior, Kelly snatched Anthony away.

  “I’ll take this one,” she said.

  They disappeared into the mass of people on the dance floor, leaving Adrian and me alone in our small bubble but surrounded by too many people. Adrian’s hot breath hit my neck, and I couldn’t help but tip my head to the side, giving him better access. He gently ran his nose from the base of my neck to the sensitive bit of skin right behind my ear, and I couldn’t muffle my moan.

  He inhaled. “Mmm, you smell good, Sunshine,” he whispered into my ear.

  As good as he thought I smelled, I was willing to bet my life that he felt better. Because his body pressed against mine felt heavenly. I could feel myself falling into him. The music was drowned out by his breath in my ear. The people around us disappeared as his large hands ghosted up my thighs. It was just my favorite man in the world on that dance floor with me, and I never wanted it to end.

  He swayed to the rhythm of the music and made sure I felt every inch of him pressed into my ass. I pushed back against him and he placed one slow, closed-mouthed kiss onto the crook of my neck.

  “Did you enjoy making me jealous, Ainsley?” he asked calmly, his lips pressed against my ear. He brought his hands even higher up my thighs, dangerously close to my panty line. I tried to close my legs, but it was all in vain because he only demanded, “Tell me.”

  I squeaked out a small, “Maybe,” unsure if he heard me over the music, but I could barely breathe, much less speak.

  He softly bit at the lobe of my ear before saying, “Mmm. You’ll pay for that later, Sunshine.” The scent of his breath sailed past my nose, and I could smell the sweet scent of brandy and man.

  Oh, God. I wanted to pay. So much. I wanted him to make me pay. I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck, holding on, because the higher his hands went, the less steady I felt on my feet.

  Finally, one of his hands made it to my panties, and instead of slipping inside like I expected, he rubbed slow circles over the damp cotton with his fingers. I turned my head and groaned into the side of his neck, embarrassed that someone might see but gone too far to stop him. I was burning up and on the verge of setting this entire room on fire.

  “Always so wet for me, baby,” Adrian breathed into my ear.

  I couldn’t help but push my hips harder into his hand. I was so close, and more than anything in the world, I wanted to come, but Adrian pulled his hand away and pushed the bottom of my dress down before gliding his hands up both sides of my body and whispering into the spot where my hairline met my neck.

  “Come home with me, Ains.”

  I was a terrible friend, and I was being completely irresponsible, but I couldn’t be bothered to care. Alcohol and desire were liquid courage in my veins, and in that moment, all I wanted was the man seated next to me in that cab.

  We’d said goodbye to Kelly and Miranda and made Miranda promise she’d get Kelly home. Although Kelly was wrapped around Anthony on the dance floor and didn’t seem concerned about finding a way back to my house. I should have felt bad about leaving her all alone in a town where she knew hardly anyone and didn’t have a clue where she was, but I didn’t. Because Adrian’s wet lips were pressing hot, openmouthed kisses all along the top of my cleavage and my chest. I had a feeling he was half a second away from pulling the top of my dress down, and I didn’t know whether to be terrified or excited at the prospect. Be indestructible.

  I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and ran my hands through his thick hair, holding on for the ride. Each kiss along my breasts sent a zing of heat straight to my core. It made me want to crawl over Adrian’s lap and straddle him. I wanted to rub myself all over him. I wanted every inch of his skin to touch every inch of mine.

  I leaned my head back and groaned into the air inside the cab. He was killing me. I wanted him. I didn’t care where we were or who was watching.

  Adrian peppered sweet kisses up my neck before biting my chin just hard enough for it to sting. The pain and pleasure mixed together so flawlessly that I felt myself groan yet again as Adrian whispered, “Kiss me, Sunshine,” into my ear.

  I placed my hands on either side of his face, the scrape of his stubble tickling my palms. Close-mouthed, I kissed his top lip and then the bottom. And I did it again and again, alternating between his two red, swollen lips, until he took my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it gently before bearing down with his teeth. He then soothed the sting with the stroke of his tongue. I sucked his top lip into my mouth, glided my tongue along his, and then opened my mouth wider. The loud groan he sent down my throat only pushed me on, and I found myself crawling over his lap and straddling his thighs.

  “Ahem,” I heard from the front seat of the cab.

  I didn’t know how I’d heard anything through the haze of lust thickly wrapped around us. I felt Adrian’s lips smile against my own. He then pulled away, grabbed me around my waist, and placed me back on my seat. He leaned all the way across me, pulled my seat belt over my body, and clicked it into place.

  “I can’t wait to get you home,” he whispered into my ear, grazing his teeth along my collarbone before he moved back to his seat.

  I couldn’t wait for him to get me home, either. I had no idea what he was going to do to me there, but whatever it was, I knew that it would be mind-blowing. I hoped he knew I didn’t have a damn clue what I was doing. But, when I pulled a strand of hair from the back of my head around my index finger and started twirling it intensely, Adrian grabbed my hand, dragged it over to his lap, and wrapped his hand around it.

  “None of that, Ainsley. There is nothing to be worried abou
t,” Adrian said, looking at our hands together as if they were some kind of anomaly.

  I guess they were. We hadn’t held hands like this in a really long time. It felt so intimate. More so than the long, slow kisses and passionate touches.

  And, hell yes, I was worried. He was taking me back to his place, where I was assuming he had plans to get me naked and ravish the hell out of my body. Which was all good and well, except I didn’t have much experience in that department. Not much meaning hardly any at all. Adrian was my one and only, and while I knew he wasn’t a clumsy fumbling teenager anymore, I pretty much still was—ya know, minus the teenage part. Even in my alcohol-induced state, the nerves overwhelmed me.

  When the cab stopped outside an old apartment building, I realized I didn’t even know where Adrian lived. I wanted to look around and familiarize myself with his home, but Adrian threw a couple of twenties at the driver and practically dragged me out of the cab to his front door. He pulled his keys from his pocket, unlocked the door, and pulled me inside behind him. I heard the clang of his keys hitting the table and the slam of the door closing, and then, suddenly, my body was pressed face first into the wall right beside the door and Adrian was against me. I laid my warm face to the cold wall and took a deep breath as Adrian’s words washed over me.

  “You almost let another man touch this ass, Ainsley,” he said into my ear as he walked his cool hands up the bottom of my dress. He brought my black dress higher and higher until it was resting around my midsection and my bottom was fully exposed.

  Equal parts embarrassed and aroused, I tried to press my ass back against him, but he held me still, his large hands spanning my hips, holding me hostage. When he backed up, I could feel him admiring my black thong.

  Adrian ran one finger along the waistband of my panties and asked, “Do you like letting other men touch what’s always been mine, Sunshine?”

  His words. Holy hell. Fuck me running, but this was probably the hottest moment of my entire life. I felt myself tremble against the wall. My legs felt rubbery and weak, and if he hadn’t been holding me up, I’d probably have melted into the floor in a big, messy puddle. I moved my lips to answer him, but my voice caught in my throat. I was entirely too turned on to function even on the simplest of levels.

  Adrian’s hand came down hard on my bare ass cheek. Not once. Not twice. Three times. “Answer me, Ainsley.” He rubbed his hand over the burn of my skin, easing the pain and sending my arousal higher.

  Shaking my head back and forth as best as I could with the side of my face pressed against the wall, I let out a quiet, “No.”

  I’d tell him damn well anything he wanted as long as he eased the incessant ache between my legs. I’d never wanted anyone so badly before in my life.

  Grabbing a globe of my bare ass in each hand, he asked roughly, “Who does this ass belong to, baby?”

  I rocked my hips back into his strong hands and whispered, “You.”

  He squeezed me harder between his hands and asked again more sternly, “Who, Ainsley?”

  “You!” I yelled loudly into the room. His rough treatment seemed to only heighten all of my senses.

  My nipples tingled.

  Wetness pooled between my legs.

  An inferno raged through my body.

  I needed him like I needed my next breath.

  “That’s right,” he said softly into my ear, pressing his body into mine once again, his dress pants cool and rough against my bare skin.

  In no time at all, Adrian turned my body to face him and kissed me with a ferocity I’d never experienced before. His mouth pillaged mine over and over.

  He only stopped long enough to say, “Legs up, baby,” as he hoisted me up, pulled my legs around his waist, and carried me down a hallway and into his bedroom.

  He gently laid me on the bed and towered over me on all fours, his eyes intently on mine. His stare-down at me nearly undid me, because while it was full of lust and need, it also held a great deal of heartache and regret. I could only imagine that my eyes reflected something similar back at him. That look stole my breath. He averted his eyes and blinked slowly, and in a flash, his pained look was gone and in its place was a self-satisfied smile.

  “You been waiting for four years for me?” His voice was smug.

  I was going to murder Kelly. He was rubbing this in my face now? I had half a mind to get up and leave. I totally would have, except he was making his way down my body and pushing my knees apart with his hands.

  He moved my panties to the side and gazed down between my legs. “Since this pretty pussy waited so long for me, I should probably give it a taste,” he said right before burying his face between my legs.

  And God bless America, because he licked all the way up my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth and taking long pulls on it. I jackknifed up in the bed, held his head right where it was, and groaned out a long, “Fuuuuuck.”

  My hands buried themselves in his glossy locks and I rocked my hips against his face as he groaned into my heat. He ran a hand up my thigh while he mercilessly flicked his tongue over my clit again and again. A careful finger rubbed around the entrance to my opening before easing inside and filling me. Wet sounds filled the room, and I might have been embarrassed if I hadn’t been so far gone. If I hadn’t been so very caught up in the gorgeous man between my legs.

  I was so damn close, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm. I was surprised I’d lasted this long. My legs quivered around Adrian’s head, and my back bowed. Adrian chose that very moment to ease up and stand next to the bed.

  “No, Sunshine. When you come, I’ll be inside you,” he said, pulling the top of my dress down and over the rest of my body, taking my panties with it in one swift move. He pulled my shoes off one at a time before stepping back and sliding his suspenders down his arms.

  I sat up quickly because I didn’t want to miss a minute of this strip show. Yes, I’d been with Adrian, but I’d never gotten to appreciate his body before. I wasn’t missing the opportunity now. Watching him undress was almost as erotic as his pressing me against the wall and spanking my ass.

  He looked predatory and dark, looming so near to the bed, stripping down to just his boxer briefs but never taking his eyes off me for a second. Perfect, dark, flat nipples adorned his chest. The smooth expanse of tan skin over the sinewy muscles of his chest and his abs sent my pulse racing. Black boxers encased thick thighs with dark hair that made my mouth water. He was utter perfection.

  Adrian slowly slid the palms of his hands into the sides of his boxers, pushing them down. He threw me a lopsided grin that told me he was enjoying my attention, but I couldn’t assemble a smart comment or even a smile of my own back. Adrian’s boxers pooled around his feet and his hard cock jutted so gloriously from his body that the only word my mouth could formulate was, “Fuck.” I’d said it loud and clear, my gaze never wavering from the very large shaft standing straight up and proud between his legs.

  “You want this, Sunshine?” he asked, slowly and tightly stroking himself up and down.

  I paid attention to what he was doing and how he liked it because I wanted to make sure, when I touched it—oh, and I was planning to touch it a lot—that I did it right.

  I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the lust that was buzzing through my body when I answered with a resounding, “Hell, yes.” Because, for real, hell to the yes, I wanted his cock. I wanted to feel its velvet skin in my grip. I wanted to taste the drop of liquid on its tip. I wanted to feel it stretch me and fill me up.

  Adrian chuckled quietly, prowling toward me on the bed, still stroking that gorgeous, pink cock. The muscular lines of his hips were calling to me, and when he got close enough that I could touch him, I ran my finger down the valley of that deep V. Adrian’s nostrils flared and he let out a quivering breath. It made me feel strong. Empowered.

  I brought a shaky hand up to his shaft and wrapped it around his considerable girth. I was surprised at the softness of it. At
the heavy weight of it in my hand. I pressed a kiss to those rock-hard abs before moving my lips lower and taking the head of his cock in my mouth. The flavor of musk burst on my tongue and I couldn’t help but groan. I wanted to take him deeper. I wanted to touch him everywhere, but I didn’t have a clue what I was doing.

  Adrian covered my hand with his own and squeezed both of our hands around his cock. He brought his other hand to the back of my head and guided me forward. “Just like that, baby. Wrap your mouth around it and suck. Squeeze me with your hand.”

  Okay. I could do this. I sucked him down like a lollipop and stroked him with my hand. Low, growly sounds came from above me and spurred me on. But they also made me want to see his face. With my mouth still full of him, I brought my eyes to his, and the ownership in them sent goose bumps across my skin.

  Blue eyes held mine captive while he growled out, “Yeah, Sunshine. Fuck…yes… Take it all. Suck it harder… Yes…just…like…that.”

  I kept going until he pulled my hair hard at the back of my head and freed himself from mouth. Crawling over my body, he covered my mouth with his own.

  “I’ve waited so long for this. I need your pussy wrapped around my cock now,” he murmured across my lips.

  I felt the head of him nudging at my entrance. It stung a little, but I brought my legs around him and dug my heels into his ass, bringing him farther inside me. He pushed forward until he was seated completely inside me. He ground his pelvis against my swollen clit, and I cried out, “Please, move! Please… I can’t.”

  I ran my hands over the smooth muscles of his stomach and his chest while he picked up a punishing rhythm. His tongue swirled over one of my nipples while his thumb drew circles around the other. My senses were on full overload. His tongue, his lips, his hands, his cock. They all sent me higher and higher, and right before I tipped over the precipice, Adrian grunted, “Fuck, come, baby…now. I can’t wait any longer. You feel too good.”