by A. J. Downey
Everything felt so good, so amazing, but as awesome as it was, it was like we were both caught on the brink and just suspended there. Neither one of us reaching climax, the satisfaction it would bring, maddeningly just out of reach. While I was content to just live there, Lys was going wild, until she finally couldn’t stand it anymore. She dragged herself away from me, my cock slipping out of her and she stood by the bed, ditching her panties altogether.
She got back onto the bed, walking on her knees across the mattress, her hands on my chest, pressing me back, as if the one thing I had managed to obliterate, along with the last vestiges of her sanity, was any inhibitions she might have held. She threw a leg over me, settling her pussy over the top of my cock where it lay against my stomach. She ground against me, teasing, my hands going to her hips, working her back and forth, up and down, delicious friction between her slick folds and my hard shaft, kicking the passion between us into high gear.
She was beautiful, wicked, a siren, with the way her breath and voice fell from her lips in the seductive song of sex. All natural beauty, her face free of makeup, her hair tumbling around her shoulders as she threw her head back her eyes closed, feeling as much as listening, she drove me to the brink all over again and I wasn’t even inside her, this time.
“God, baby. You drive me fucking crazy,” I growled and she bit her bottom lip, dropping her chin, staring at me with mischief in her eyes, and I loved that she would let go like this with me. She reached between us, raising my cock off my stomach and slipping down over it, sheathing it tight and perfect in her wet little cunt, and I swear to fucking god it was like she was made for me.
My hands flew to the buttons on my shirt, working them free as she rolled her hips, rising and falling over the top of me gently, as I opened up my ICPD uniform shirt, a tantalizing swathe of her light skin revealed with every button I let loose. She had closed her eyes again, her head tilted with passion, her high perfect breasts still covered by the deep indigo fabric of my shirt, my eyes drawn by the pale glimpse of skin cast golden by the light of her rock lamp, from her beautiful face, down her body, to where both of ours met.
She was like a dream made real, her voice like an angel’s, heavy with passion as she moaned every time my cock did its job and hit the right spot inside her. She ground on top of me, taking her own pleasure until I thought my mind would explode from the torture of just not getting anywhere myself, but then she would rise and fall, working me just right, and all I could do was fall back into the pillows and let her have her way with me.
She was by no means an expert at sex, but she was completely and totally a natural at it, which made her something like a thousand times sexier in my book. She just had an otherworldly harmonious way about her, utilizing instinct rather than skill, and it was absolutely out of this world.
I wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer, not that a guy was ever really good at that in the first place. Your body wanted to come, it was going to come; there wasn’t a whole lot we really got to say about it. I smoothed my hands over her hips beneath my shirt and let my thumb drift to the cleft at the top of her sex. She was so hot, so slick and ready, the both of us were a damn mess, but that’s what made it fun.
I teased her there, thumb against her clit and she threw her head back with a sweet cry. She stilled a moment, pussy gripping around my shaft and I thrust up into her, my hips jerking involuntarily as I tried to hold back but couldn’t. I jerked under her, driving into her with short little strokes as I pumped my load deep up in her pussy and with a cry that was honey to my ears, her body spasmed and contracted around me and she came apart beautifully.
Jesus Christ. I was done. Alyssa had me smitten. She wasn’t only beautiful, she was soft and perfect, and legitimately the best, most intoxicating sex I had had in a long while – if ever.
She bowed over the top of me, and I took her into my arms, holding her hair back from her face. I kissed her, and hoped like hell that she would have me, and let herself be the last woman that I would ever kiss, because I didn’t think I would ever find anyone that could compare.
26
Alyssa…
I laid my head beside his, too languid, too loose, to even want to move yet and enjoying the feel of him still inside me. I smiled and kissed the side of his neck, as he chuckled lightly and cuddled me close, his big arms around me, holding me close. Our chests matched up just right, and I could feel the pounding swell of his heart reaching up to meet mine, which surged down to meet his.
I closed my eyes and let my lips play along the side of his neck as I concentrated on the beating of our hearts as they slowed and returned to normal. It felt as though even they were reluctant to leave one another, and it was the kind of intimate I couldn’t even begin to describe.
I sucked in a sharp breath when his warm hands delved under his shirt to meet my body skin-on-skin. He stroked them over my flesh, feeling over every inch of me in firm but light caresses, not meant to tickle, but meant to titillate, and they did the job admirably. I raised my head and found his mouth with mine, our kisses growing in intensity as the fires of our passion reignited, stoked into a cheery blaze.
“Want to try a different position?” he said roughly, and I nodded.
“Which one?” I asked softly, my hips already beginning to rise and fall over his fresh erection.
“You good with from behind?” he asked.
I nodded, “Yeah.”
“’Kay, on your knees, baby.”
I reluctantly let him up, swinging a leg over him and shivering as he slipped out of me. I felt the loss of him keenly and took the position he asked for quickly so that I could have him again. While he got onto his knees, I shrugged out of his shirt and laid it forlorn, off to the side on the edge of the bed.
He put his hands on my hips, smoothing his hands over my skin, caressing my ass, admiring my body thoroughly, and damn if it didn’t feel good. I felt beautiful, appreciated, as if the skin I was in were being looked upon as if it were a classic work of art. It elevated me, made me feel genuinely gorgeous, and I hadn’t felt anything but ‒less‒ in so long that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
He caressed my pussy with his fingers and I arched low to the bed like a cat, moaning, pressing my body into his hand, begging silently for his cock. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted to feel him, like velvet-covered steel, stroking against my walls, stoking the fires of my passions. I wanted to rise high into the night and crash back to earth, into his arms, and I wanted to live there, where everything was good and safe, and I felt like nothing could or would hurt me again.
Golden groaned in appreciation, as if looking at me caused him an exquisite pain. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning, just at the sound. When he first nudged my outer pussy lips with the swollen head of his cock, I gasped and my hips jerked back to meet him and he uttered into the intimate, close dark, “Oh, God, Lys…”
He pressed into me and I cried out, writhing subtly, trying to contain my movements for fear of him slipping out. I wanted him so badly, I needed him to stroke deep, I wanted to feel him completely, immerse myself in him, leave the world behind and bathe in our mutual existence as we simply lived for one another and attained that next level of pleasure in each other’s arms.
“Golden, please,” I begged and he grunted, rolling his hips, surging forward, but controlling his pace so as not to bottom out against my cervix, not yet, like he knew we had to work up to that.
“Mm, more, please, more,” I begged and I gripped the bottom sheet in my fists, resting on my forearms, arching my back low, opening myself to him. He grasped my hips and, panting with the sight of it, lost himself in me, surging forward powerfully. I cried out, it felt so good. I thrust my hips back to meet him, wanting, needing more. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to possess me, own me, as crazy as it sounded. I wanted to, just for a little while, give it all up to him and cede my hard-won control and just let him take care of me.
He didn�
��t disappoint. He rocked into me, found the cadence that made me insane with love and lust, brought my body to a whole new height. He held me, caressed me, made love to me so completely, I didn’t know up from down, my inside from my outside, and I simply didn’t care. His strong arms reached under me and brought me up on my knees, I leaned back against his chest, his cock seated deep inside me, captured so completely, as one of his big hands palmed my breasts and the fingertips on the other delved between my folds at the top of my sex and mercilessly teased the orgasm out of me.
I died in his arms and he brought me back to life with his kiss. My arms twined back around his neck, my fingers played in the short soft strands of his hair at the back of his head, I held his mouth to mine as our passions cooled incrementally with every little aftershock of my pussy twitching around his cock, getting further and further from one to the next to the last.
“You’re so incredible,” he whispered in my ear and I laughed, a throaty, sultry sound I barely believed I could make.
“I’m pretty sure that was all you,” I murmured.
“No, Chica. That was ‒us‒.”
His words stole my breath and he kissed the top of my shoulder, once, twice, each subsequent kiss creeping across my skin towards that erogenous zone on my neck. I beat him to it, turning my lips in the way, and we kissed, the fires stoked all over again.
Walking to work in the morning would definitely be interesting. Maybe I would just take a car.
A few weeks later, Kenzie stared at me, open-mouthed from the other end of her couch and held out her wine glass. I laughed and clicked mine against hers, and she tried to find her big-girl words and use them. Her jaw worked up and down, yet no sound came out, her wide eyes making her appear like a landed fish.
“I don’t know whether to be proud of you, or super jealous!” she finally cried.
“Mm,” I swallowed a sip of the crisp, sweet, white wine in my glass and said, “Oh my god, both, please. It’s been forever since I feel like I’ve been the one to talk about with good news.”
“Wow. A real, honest-to-god Latin lover. I am jealous.”
I laughed and settled back on her couch, in the corner that the arm of it made with the back.
“It’s really nice,” I confessed.
“I’m just so glad to see you happy again,” she said.
I nodded carefully and said, “I am. I really am. I mean, I don’t know what the future holds at all, but I’m okay with that, for now.”
“Well, a toast to your future, girl, because from what I can tell it holds a lot of some really hot sex with a guy who, by all accounts, is over the moon for you!”
I cringed a bit, face screwed up into a look of skepticism and asked, “You really think so?”
She heaved a heavy sigh as if heartbroken for me and set aside her glass, “Lys,” she said folding her hands in her lap, “I don’t think so, I know so. While giving you his STD test results over dinner was kind of fail, I can concede his point. With everything you’ve been through, you don’t have any reason to trust anyone ever again. The fact he was even willing to go that extra mile is extremely telling, don’t you think?”
I did. I mean, really I did, but… “I guess it’s just so monumentally hard to believe that anyone would do all of what he has for me,” I murmured and she let out a rush of breath that spoke of frustration and anger, but I could see it on her face what was about to come out of her mouth and I let her have it, because I knew it wasn’t wrong.
“Your measuring stick for this type of thing is so broken,” she said, scowling. I hadn’t quite expected that, so I blinked at her, stunned with surprise.
“I hadn’t really thought about it…”
“Well, you should, and while I know we agreed not to invoke his name, it’s Ray’s fault, it really is, but it’s also yours, for letting him get away with warping your world view as much as you have.”
I pressed my lips together, biting down on them to keep from saying anything, before I really thought through all of what she was saying. I swallowed hard and nodded. She wasn’t exactly wrong, but I mean, it was kind of hard for me to see things from an outside perspective, you know? I told her as much.
She rolled her eyes at me, exasperated and said, “Sweetie, baby, honey, my best friend, light of my life – I’m not knocking you at all, I’m knocking him, but I am telling you that this is a thing you need to work on. You deserve to be happy. This guy is making you happy, take it, hold onto it, and don’t let what Ray did to you dictate too much about how you feel about it. That is what I am trying to get at here.”
I teared up, feeling so grateful and so loved by her it wasn’t even funny.
“I’m so lucky to have you to talk sense into me,” I said, sniffing.
“Oh!” she said, startled, and laughed. She held out her arms and I set my glass aside and went to her, hugging her tight.
“He seems like a real catch, which is surprising as hell, given everything he did in the beginning.”
“I know, right?” I asked.
She laughed and sat back and said, “Hang onto this. See where it goes, but don’t rush. There’s no need and it sounds like Golden isn’t in any hurry. Just go with the flow like you’ve been doing, and enjoy things.”
“Thank you,” I said, wiping under my eyes.
She picked up her wine and I followed suit.
“Seriously, to new beginnings,” she raised her glass.
“To new beginnings,” I agreed and we clicked glasses again.
We talked late into the night and I felt more relaxed, more connected than I had in ages. We had intended to watch a romantic comedy at her place, but we’d gotten our wine and had started talking, and pretty soon we had switched off the TV and had just caught up.
All too soon, the first bottle of wine was empty, takeout had been ordered, and now we were finished eating and halfway through the second bottle. I sighed, happy and sated and more than a little tipsy.
“Thinking about getting out of here?” she asked.
“Mm, it is pretty late.”
“What’s lover-boy up to tonight?” she asked, and I rolled my eyes.
“Why do I feel like we’re better entertainment than one of your smutty romance novels?” I asked.
“Because you totally are. Don’t start holding out on me now.” She nudged my knee with her stocking-covered toes and I laughed.
“He’s with his twin on his twin’s boat or something,” I said.
“Wait, he has a twin? Oh my god! You are holding out on me!” I waved her down.
“Yes, he has an identical twin brother, Angel, who works as an EMT with the ICFD.”
“Wait, hot fireman and a hot cop?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Hot paramedic,” I corrected.
She sighed and said dryly, “Well, that’s fantasy fuel for days.”
I finished off my wine and nearly choked on it, from trying not to laugh.
“Okay, now that’s a little weird,” I told her.
“What?”
“They’re twins; brothers, you don’t think a threesome with them would be, I don’t know, a little incestuous?”
I raised my eyebrows.
She cringed, making a grossed-out face, “Ew, well, when you put it that way.”
“Uh-huh!” I said and nodded.
She gave an exaggerated, exasperated sigh. “Fine! Crush my feeble fantasies.”
“Mm, if ever there was one that needed to be crushed…” I shuddered.
Her mouth dropped open and she smiled super big. “You’re jealous I would fantasize over your man, aren't you?” she asked excitedly.
“What? No!” I reached for the bottle of wine, rattled. I poured myself a little more. This bore a little more exploration. I mean, was I?
“You totally are,” she said judiciously, and I hadn’t realized I’d said anything out loud. She sniffed and waved me off, saying, “You didn’t say it out loud, but your face says it all. You tot
ally are, and I am happy for you,” she said.
“You are?” I asked confused.
“Yes! You really feel for this guy, Lys. If you didn’t, then you wouldn’t be jealous. The fact that you are tells me this is serious.”
I downed the wine in my glass in one big swallow and she pulled her head back raising an eyebrow.
“I’m not even divorced yet. Should I be getting so serious so soon?”
She gave me a flat look like Seriously?
I frowned.
“What?”
“Honey, he-who-shall-not-be-named was serious about another woman enough to knock her ass up before you guys even declared you were getting a divorce. You’re just fine.”
I winced, “Thanks for the perspective.”
She raised her glass, gave me a smile, and downed the rest of her wine, holding out her glass as she swallowed and waggling it back and forth. I poured the last of the bottle for her and she nodded.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I said absently, my mind turning over the probability that my feelings for Golden went deeper than even I realized. I was surprised more over the fact that I wasn’t surprised to find she was right.
“Go home, Lys. Get laid, fall asleep in your lover’s arms, and tell me you aren’t as sprung over him as he obviously is over you.”
I pulled out my phone and opened the ride-share app, requesting a ride.
“You’re crazy,” I told her and she smiled sweetly at me.
“Oh, I know, but what does that make you, sweetie? After all, you know, and you’re my best friend.”
“Touché,” I told her and she put up her arms and gave a little seated wiggle in a victory dance.
I laughed and got my purse and coat on after I put on my shoes. I took a bow and said, “Thank you for a lovely evening.”
“Any time, girlfriend. We need to do this more often.”
“Agreed,” I said with a gusty sigh.
“Your place next time,” she said with an impish grin and I laughed. My phone buzzed in my hand.