by Lark, Jane
I ran my hand over her thigh and up her side and across her back, and then began the journey again.
Her fingers ran over my hair, brushing it upward then sweeping it down.
My temperature was soaring. I was going to explode at some point if we carried on.
Maybe I’d waited with Lindy, but I wasn’t an untried sixteen year-old anymore. I broke the kiss. “Rach, maybe we ought to stop this.”
“No, I definitely don’t think we oughta stop this.”
She shifted, rising and then straddling my thighs. Then her fingers were bracing my jaw and her lips were on mine again.
My hands rested on her thighs.
God. She was so hot. I was struggling to keep up with her––well, that was becoming normal.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth and her hips moved over my groin, as the music in the club dropped tempo again. I was rock hard for her and she knew what she was doing. I didn’t doubt it at all.
Rach.
Her tight red dress had slipped right up her thighs. Because of how she was sitting, it barely covered her legs at all.
The first night I’d found her, she’d been commando. Was she wearing it tonight? My head burned to know.
Rach.
I slid my hands up, and touched the top of her stockings. They were stay-ups, she hadn’t worn a garter.
All sorts of images rattled through my head as my fingers reached higher, over soft, bare skin and slid up and under her dress.
No panties.
No fucking panties.
Rachel.
She was kissing me for all she was worth, and her hips were moving, and God, Rach.
My hands lifted to her head, bracing her scalp through her hair, to stop them shifting to other places where they really shouldn’t be. But she must know how turned on I was, she was straddling a very obvious indication of it.
I felt like I was being possessed. I’d thought sex was always meant to be the other way about.
We were kissing for at least another two songs before she finally came up for air. I couldn’t see the green of her eyes in the dark club, only that they shone with physical need.
I wanted her real bad. I mean it had been weeks since… and… well… She was just so hot.
“Rach?”
“I need to use the ladies room and I want some of my drink.”
I nodded, feeling like I’d been hit by a tornado or something.
She didn’t move off my lap yet, but turned back and collected her glass from the table, then took a couple of swallows from it.
Then she climbed off me and set it back down. She was just going to disappear, but then she stopped suddenly and turned back.
“Can I have my money?” I gave her the little money purse she’d given me to put in my pocket. “Do you want another soda?” I shook my head. “Don’t go anywhere will you? I won’t be long…”
Her face looked as though she thought I might walk out on her.
“I’m not going anywhere, Rach. I’ll be right here.”
She smiled and nodded, and then hurried off, looking sexy as hell. Her dress was so tight it clung to every contour of her body. Her fingers pulled it down a little more as she moved. I really liked her. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I really, really liked her.
I leaned forward and picked up her drink, then sipped it, hoping to cool my desire a little.
We were going to be sharing a bed tonight. Perhaps I ought to sleep on the living room floor.
I sipped her soda again watching the direction she’d gone off in.
My heart was racing and I didn’t feel drunk at all. I couldn’t blame this on the alcohol, she was right, I’d danced myself sober. That first kiss had been by choice and those that came after were from necessity. In my head I wasn’t with Lindy anymore; she just didn’t know yet.
Dammit, I shouldn’t have thought of Lindy. I was going to have to call her as soon as I woke up tomorrow and end it. I couldn’t do it now it was too late and it wouldn’t be fair. Tomorrow. Her parents would be in bed now. Tomorrow. She’d have them to console her. Or Mom. I knew Mom would be pissed with me. Shit, it was after midnight, tomorrow was today. Later then.
Rachel reappeared. She was weaving through the people. Her red dress made her stand out, but she would have stood out whether she was wearing a red dress or not; she was just stunning compared to every other woman around her.
She smiled and lifted a fisted hand in the air when she got nearer.
A sharp pain twisted in my midriff.
“I scored!” she cried, laughing, when she was close. Then she climbed a step up to the booth before hitching up her dress and moving to straddle me. “I got it…”
I frowned, not understanding. Then she began flicking something through her fingers like you would a coin.
She was on my lap, her thighs bracing mine, and her breasts hovering at my chin level, wobbling a little as she moved, and her hand was at about my eye level, but too close for me to focus.
“What?” I caught her wrist and stilled her hand.
“A condom.” She said it at the same moment I saw it, and something hot and hard and hungry flared inside me.
“Rach, are you serious?”
“Course I’m serious.” Her fingers touched my groin. “You know you want to.”
I did want to. “But––”
Her fingers covered my lips. “No strings, just the perfect end to a perfect night.”
My heart was racing in an erratic stutter. It wasn’t going to be a one-night stand though. We lived together. “Rach, this isn’t a drunk thing is it?”
“This is just a thing, thing. Come on, let’s just do it.”
“You’re crazy mad, you know that.”
“Yeah.”
I wasn’t sure if she was drunk still.
Her fingers dropped to the buttons of my pants.
“What? Not here, Rach…” Like the entire night, this was travelling at a pace I wasn’t used to.
She pouted for an instant and then her hand gripped mine and she was smiling again. “Then we’re gonna get our coats and go.”
Thump, thump, thump, all I could hear and feel was my heart pounding, but I was following before I knew it.
Chapter Eight
My hand gripped his, and Jason threaded our fingers again, like I really belonged to him, like this was real.
“Let’s find a cab,” he said.
“Not yet…” I didn’t want to do it back at the apartment. My blood strove for recklessness and urgency, and madness. This was my disease, this addiction, this need… this abandon. “Come on.” I pulled him along the street.
“To where?”
“To anywhere!”
Now the cold air hit me, I felt tipsy again. We were swaying at times. We walked a block away from the club before I saw a narrow alley we could use without too much danger. I didn’t really want to get caught. I just wanted to feel like we might get caught.
I pulled him around the corner and into the darkness of the alley, then pressed back against the wall, my fingers reaching for his nape and pulling him to me. “Here.”
“Rach, this is crazy, if the cops…” His eyes were wide, dark and deep like plunge pools.
“I’m daring you.”
“You are seriously mad.”
I didn’t let him say anymore, I kissed him hard and pressed the length of my body against him. I wanted him. I didn’t want him to deny me. I was in the lead again, my arms about his neck.
He responded, kissing me back. But he wasn’t moving fast enough. He wasn’t going any further. He was holding back.
I dropped my arms, still kissing him, and pulled his shirt out of his waistband, beneath his leather jacket, and then my hand touched his skin beneath it.
He broke the kiss, “Rach, it’s freezing and I think we ought to think this through.” His breath was steaming in the cold air.
“Too much thinking is bad for you, didn’t you know?” My breath steamed t
oo, but I was warm as his body covered me against the cold. “Do it, Jason…” My words were half urging, half plea. I didn’t want him to say no.
I gripped his crotch. He’d been aroused in the club. He was aroused now.
“Rach…” My name sounded half question, half plea.
I knew he wanted to. “Jason.”
We were kissing again, as a cop car whizzed past the end of the alley, sirens blaring, and we heard people laughing. But we were in the dark and far enough up the alley so no one would see us unless they came into it and looked.
My fingers rubbed him as he kissed me, and then I felt and heard his sigh pour into my mouth, through parted lips, before he deftly slipped the buttons of my coat open.
His hand was inside my coat and covering my breast in a moment, while his other stayed braced against the wall on the street side.
It was like he was shielding me, protecting me. No one had ever protected me before. It only made me hornier.
I reached for the condom in my pocket and broke the kiss, grinning at him, though we could barely see each other in the dark, then used my teeth to rip it open.
His hand slipped below my breast as he watched me. “Rach, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Why, aren’t you?”
I’d never been rejected by a guy in my life. My heart was racing with the rush of fear and hope.
He breathed heavily and it steamed in the night air. “I want to, yes, but here, Rach?”
“Here and now. Live a little wild, Jason. You’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done tonight.” My fingers ran over the back of his hair, brushing across it as I kissed him again, while my other hand held the open condom.
Many people would call this madness. I call it, me.
He was breathing heavily when he broke the kiss, “Okay.”
My heart soared into the air bursting with joy, like a firework. We were consenting adults. There was nothing wrong in doing this.
My hands dropped to the buttons of his pants and released the first one.
His breathing got heavier. I knew he was afraid and anxious, and I knew now the adrenaline would be rushing in his veins too.
I gripped his pants, which hugged his hips so perfectly, to stop them slipping, and met his gaze. “You unbutton the rest, and then you hold them and I’ll put the condom on.”
Fortunately, because they were skinny cut pants, they weren’t loose, and wouldn’t slip down his legs easily.
His breath quickened as he undid his fly, looking down. Then his gaze lifted back to my eyes as he gripped his waistband and his fingers brushed mine.
I looked down, feeling my breathing catch with expectation.
When I slid my hand into his boxers and touched him, I sensed his gaze travel over my face and heard his breath catch too. “Rach.”
He spoke a massive mix of emotion in my name. Like he really didn’t believe we were about to do this.
When I’d gotten the condom on him, I looked up and met his gaze. I felt hunger and desire rage through me. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jason Macinlay.” My fingers were clasping his nape again as he laughed.
“I should be saying that to you.”
He couldn’t touch me; his hands still held his pants.
“Then lift my legs, I’ll hold your pants, and show me…”
It was like Rach threw down a challenge. I grabbed it up. I was a competitive guy. The blood was racing through my arteries, pulsing into my muscles, and I felt an energy rush as though I hadn’t drunk at all.
When her hands gripped my waistband, as it slipped down to my hips, mine moved to the back of her thighs. Her dress had already ridden up where she’d been pressed against the wall, and now my hands pulled it higher as I held her gaze.
I couldn’t see her face that well in the shadows. All I could really see was the glint from the narrow band of streetlight reaching into the alley, reflected in her eyes. What I felt was the lacy top of her stockings and then soft skin.
Another cop car went by, its siren screaming into the night.
My heart was pounding; it had been ever since the moment she’d told me she’d got the condom.
She lifted easily, she was light as anything, and her legs gripped at my hips, so the soft flesh I held firmed in muscular density.
Fuck. I mean, fucking hell.
One of her hands came between us, while the other still gripped my pants, and angled me toward her.
I loved the feel of her cold gentle hands.
I pressed forward when she let go, looking down.
Shit.
I slid into her precious warmth, feeling the pressure as her inner planes stretched to let me fit. It was a beautiful feeling.
My first time with Lindy had been as awkward as hell. I’d never been with anyone else. But this wasn’t awkward at all, and we were in an alley, in the middle of the city, up against a wall.
“Rach…”
One of her hands left my hips again and brushed across my hair as our gazes met, and I felt like I was suspended in a world which just contained her. She was crazy, and she was turning me crazy with her. Her body was hot, literally in comparison to the cold night air, and metaphorically; her figure was perfect.
Conscious of the hard wall she was against, I took it slowly. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Jason.”
Her fingers were holding my pants again, her thumbs brushing my skin as she stopped them from falling, I could feel how hard she gripped, like she was hanging on for dear life, not just holding them up; the knuckles of her thumbs brushed my buttocks as I moved.
“Ahh.”
Her cry was whispered, but she left me in no doubt that she was enjoying this as I pressed in deeper. She felt so good. I hadn’t thought her muscular, but I could feel her stomach muscle clasp inside her.
My breathing became a shallow, calm rhythm, as it did when I ran.
I wanted to touch her with my hands, to knead her breasts. And I wanted to kiss her skin all over. I couldn’t. It felt like having my hands tied, having to hold her up, my fingers gripping her slender thighs.
I was aware of the sounds around us, of people in the street at the end of the alley, of the cars, of sirens, shouts and laughter. I screened it all out and focused on her. But I felt like a hunter, aware of everything and yet choosing what I listened to. If I heard someone coming into the alley I’d know it in a second. It didn’t detract from my pleasure. It heightened it.
Rach was breathing heavily now, to the rhythm of my invasion. I could tell she was totally absorbed in what I was doing to her. I’d never felt Lindy focus like this.
Hell, I wanted to stop thinking of Lindy, but it was so hard not to compare.
“Ah. I can’t… I wanna touch you.” I could feel her fingers itching to let go of my pants. “Faster…” she urged. “Do it faster.” The hot breath of her whisper came over my lips.
Well, she’d asked.
I quickened my thrusts, but I still held back a little. I didn’t want to push too hard and scratch her lovely ass. My hands shifted a little higher so my fingertips cupped the first curve of it, and I pressed in and withdrew, in …
“Rach.”
“Jason.”
The heat inside her seemed to be burning, building like an inferno and she pushed against me, matching my pace, making me want to shove into her harder.
Her shins gripped at the back of my thighs urging me on.
She was wet as hell and I wanted to touch her there.
I kissed her.
She opened her mouth and kissed me back, but it was like she couldn’t close it as her breathy sounds grew heavier, steaming up the air about us.
“Uh.”
“Uh.”
Of course with Rachel, there was no holding back.
I pressed my lips against her jaw, her neck.
“Uh.”
“Uh.”
“I’m gonna come … ”
Lindy always screamed out really loudly at the
end, I couldn’t cover Rachel’s mouth, my hands were gripping her thighs. Fear pierced into my chest like a knife, and with it an erotic sensation lanced through my nerves; a part of me didn’t care if we were found, the risk had become part of the pleasure.
But Rachel didn’t cry out. Her head tipped back against the wall and her body arched toward me, and I felt hot fluid inside her and a grasping spasm, which… Fuck.
I came too. Tumbling over an edge along with her and falling into a canyon of excruciating bliss. I knew my hands probably gripped her thighs too tight, and I probably pressed in too hard on the last thrust as I lost control. But God, it was good, incredibly good, as the whole night had been. As she’d said, a perfect ending. And none of the sex I’d had with Lindy had been like that.
Her forehead fell against mine, bringing me back into the alley, and making me realize I’d forgotten to keep listening in case anyone came. But for a moment, I hadn’t cared.
“You okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah, you?”
“Yeah.”
I withdrew and let her legs down gently.
“I’ve got a tissue for the condom.”
I gripped my pants as she reached into the bag, which had been hooked over her arm the whole time.
When she pulled down her dress and straightened it, I did up my pants. It felt like I was looking at her through a haze. Perhaps I was still drunker than I thought. It felt like I’d dreamed this.
“Let’s get a cab.” Her fingers threaded through mine.
“Yeah.” We’d begun something tonight and for the first time in my life, I had no idea where I was going or what would happen next. But I’d gotten on a rollercoaster and I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t get off.
Inside his apartment, as soon as Jason shut the door, I pressed him back against the wall and kissed him again, pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders.
We’d been kissing all the way up in the lift.
He let his jacket slip off.
I began on his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband and upwards.
His eyes were a little glazed as he watched me but he let me strip it off him. I touched his fabulous chest.
We’d not even turned on the lights, but the floor to ceiling window in the living room let in a flood of moonlight.
My fingers ran over the firm contours of his abs, beautiful ridges and hollows, and then my touch stroked upward to his pecs.