by Mignon Mykel
Something.
When she didn’t, when I lifted my head back from hers with a deep breath, she let go of my shirt.
I dropped my hands to her shoulders, taking in her tear-stained face.
I didn’t want this to be the end.
I would remember her face, right here, for the rest of my life, and it would haunt me.
But then she slipped her hands over my sides, under my suit jacket, and lifted herself up.
I felt her breath before she gently brushed her soft lips to mine.
Like her hands before, her kiss was timid.
She was scared.
Hell, so was I.
I couldn’t lose Molly, like I’d lost Trina.
I would not survive it a second time.
But life was about experience. You couldn’t let one terrible thing hold you back. Not when you had an entire life ahead of you.
Again, I cradled her face, keeping the angle gentle as our lips played over one another softly. When Molly moved to make the kiss deeper, I groaned against her mouth, slipping a hand to the back of her head, into her gorgeous hair.
Holding her in place.
But she was holding me in place too—holding me close—with her fingers digging into my lower back. I could feel her heart beating hard against my chest, the rush and drive just as frantic as my own.
The longer she kissed me, her tongue rubbing over and around mine, the more my dick stirred to life. Not needing to sport major wood here in a room full of San Diego’s finest people, I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers, but didn’t pull away far.
Instead, I pressed a kiss to her cheek, then in front of her ear, before whispering, “Come home with me tonight, Molly.”
Her hands flattened against my back, and her body shivered against mine, at my words.
“Please,” I added, my whispered words soft and directly to her ear. Her body shivered again, the action no match for my stirring cock.
So much for not being hard.
My cock was like granite against her stomach, and the more Molly wiggled against me in her pretty red dress…
Shit, I wanted to peel it from her slowly, exposing her body inch by inch.
The thought wasn’t doing anything for my present situation.
But it was her whispered, “Okay,” that really had the blood flowing south.
* * *
Thank God, Molly drove in with Porter and Asher. Not that I thought Molly would bail. Other than the few times I had to walk around the room, and I left her with Asher…Molly hadn’t left my side.
I was glad to have to drive her home; I didn’t want to let her out of my sight. Now that I admitted my feelings for her out loud, I wanted to keep her close.
I pulled the car into the garage, and even though I shut it off, we both stayed sitting. Neither of us unbuckling or moving to get out.
“And Anderson’s at Brandon’s?” Molly finally asked, glancing over at me. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, and her hands were folded in her lap.
I nodded. “He is. I’ll be picking him up in the morning. It’s… You and me.”
Molly began to nod, and I reached over, placing my hand over her folded ones. “We don’t have to. We can just hang out.”
I didn’t want to just hang out.
I craved Molly.
I could remember the feel of her body underneath mine; her breasts pressed to my chest; her toned thighs gripping my sides.
I wanted it again.
And again.
I didn’t want to sleep tonight. I wanted to take her in the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, and then the shower. I wanted to look around my house and see her…see us.
I wanted her to know, come morning, that I meant what I said.
I didn’t want her to doubt a single moment.
A single word.
I didn’t want her to think that what I felt for her was any less than what I felt for Trina. It was different but consuming. Almost more than what I’d ever felt for Trina.
Fuck, I was so unworthy of Molly, and I would spend the rest of my life proving to her that I loved her.
Would love her.
Forever.
If she let me.
Her face screwed in question, she faced me. “It’s not awkward?” She removed one of her hands from under my palm but spread her fingers of her other. When I threaded my fingers between hers, she folded hers around mine.
“Not for me.” I squeezed her fingers. “Are you okay? You’re sure?”
She stared at me, just as the interior light of the car dimmed to black. It wouldn’t be long before even the garage light turned dark.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.
I lifted her hand toward me, kissing the inside of her wrist, before letting her go to unbuckle. I got out of the car, leaving my suit jacket in the back, and moved around to her door in time to open it for her, and after she was out, she waited for me before heading into the house.
I followed behind her closely, hitting the garage door button as she stepped inside then, with my fingertips to her lower back, I followed her into the living room. I hit the dimmer switch on the lights and quickly pulled the lights low.
I wanted to see her.
But I liked the dimness.
Bright enough that I could see her, but dark enough to not take away any of the feelings of need, urgency, desire.
Her dress wasn’t particularly exposing. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was strapless and had the slightest of dips at her back. A dip that wasn’t always on display when her hair—which was still fairly long, hanging just below her shoulder blades—cascaded down her back. But now that she’d pulled the locks over her shoulder, her left shoulder and back were on display.
Molly had been going to Cross Fit since we first arrived in San Diego, but I never really took the time to appreciate what it did to her body. She wasn’t overly muscular but toned in all the right places. The slight ridges in her back, the toned cup of her shoulder, all had me itching to press kisses from her pretty brunette head, down to her toes.
Instead, I stepped closer and trailed my fingers up over the material of her dress before flattening my hand against the bare skin of her upper back. She drew a shoulder up and in at the contact but relaxed again quickly.
At the couch, I stopped her, turning her toward me. She immediately tipped her face up and when I stepped close, bringing my body flush with hers, she didn’t back away. Her earlier worried expression didn’t pass over her features.
No.
Molly smiled.
Timidly, but it was still a smile, and I couldn’t help but give her an answering one in return. “I love you,” I told her again, my voice rough with need. “But that doesn’t mean we do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t know how…” I slid my hands down her back, my hands cupping her ass. “Shit, Moll, it’s been a while.”
“Just kiss me.”
That I could do.
I lowered my head and she met me in the middle.
This kiss held promise.
This kiss wasn’t slow. It wasn’t one testing the waters.
This one clearly said where we were headed, and I was quickly hard behind my slacks once again. Molly’s hands were fisted in my shirt and she was tugging it up and out of the confines of my waistband, while I moved us closer to the couch. I sat, pulling her to my lap as I lifted the skirt of her dress, and Molly arranged her legs to straddle me.
Our mouths never leaving the other’s.
Teeth clashing.
Tongues brushing.
The taste of champagne on her tongue, and likely the single beer I’d had, on mine.
But it wasn’t the alcohol that was intoxicating—it was Molly.
All Molly.
Her fingers worked on the buttons of my shirt and I dug my fingers into her hips, our bodies meeting in the one place I needed the most pressure. Soon she had my shirt completely undone and when her hands
made contact with skin, I groaned against her mouth.
She grazed her nails down my chest as she ground her hips over my lap.
I needed…
Her skin.
I tugged on the skirt of her dress—up, up, up—until I could feel the smooth skin of her legs. I rested my hands there, curving around the sides of her thighs, but when she rolled over me again, her body moving with our kiss, I couldn’t stop myself from dragging my hands further up her legs.
…Until they met bare ass.
“Fuck, Molly,” I said against her mouth, and her lips curled against mine. “Off. I want this off,” I issued, but kept my hands on her. I wanted her dress off but didn’t want to lose contact with her.
Shit.
I needed more of her skin.
“How do we get it off you?” I squeezed her ass one last time before reluctantly letting go. The middle of the dress was too tight to go over her head. There wasn’t any elastic for her to pull it down.
Which meant there was a zipper somewhere.
Where?
Molly leaned away from me, and my hands went to her back, sliding slowly to her sides, trying to find the ridge of a zipper.
“Left side,” she finally directed and there it was. I found the tiny-assed zipper—shit, it was really fucking tiny—and pulled it down.
The material of her dress fell away, pooling at her hips and revealing…
Her breasts.
No bra.
“God, Molly,” I managed, giving her zero time to prepare for my mouth. I leaned in and licked first one tight nipple, and then sucked the other into my mouth.
“Mikey.” Her answering moan was breathless, and she was holding my head to her. I suckled on her nipple, then let it pop from my lips, only for me to immediately kiss her mouth once again.
Her breasts flattened to my chest, skin to skin. I could feel the wetness I left behind, and when Molly rolled over my again, this time dragging her nipples over my chest…
“You make me so wet,” she confessed into my mouth. “I n-n-need you, Mikey. So badly. I feel ready to explode.”
She hadn’t been a talker the last time we were together but damn…
Her words…
Was Molly a dirty talker?
It turned me the fuck on.
Dirty, kinky sex wasn’t part of my past. Could it be part of my future?
Whatever it was, I was never readier to sink into a woman’s body than I was right then.
Never had a moment been as all-consuming as this one right here.
I pulled away from her mouth, dropping my mouth to her neck. “Tell me more, Moll.” When I bit gently, her body did that same full-bodied shiver she did earlier in the night, and her nipples tightened more against my chest. I could now feel how wet she was against my slacks; the moist heat against my hard cock an aphrodisiac.
She’d been turned on at the Gala.
That was what those little shivers of hers were.
“I want to ride you. Right here. Like this,” she confessed, dropping her head to the side to allow me more access. I licked up the column of her neck until I could take her earlobe into my mouth, biting gently. “This…this all-consuming need…” She said the same words I’d been thinking. “Just like this.”
Chapter Fourteen
Molly
This was not me.
I wasn’t a flower petals and champagne girl either, but I’d never experienced this powerful need.
The moment the words echoed in my mind, I knew it was true.
All-consuming.
Frantically, I brought my hands to the fly of Mikey’s slacks and he was kissing my neck again—my neck, my shoulder, my collar bone—until finally I had his pants undone and open. He didn’t stop as I reached inside his briefs, my hand coming into contact with his hard, steely length.
I lifted up on my knees then, as I pulled his hard cock away from his body. Mikey slid his hands closer to my core and that small movement had another rush of need pooling between my thighs.
When the fingers of his hand slipped into my folds, my thighs clenched hard. The tip of his finger came into contact with my thong, but the smooth material didn’t stop him. He swirled his finger around my opening before moving my thong aside.
I tipped my hips, brushing the head of his cock through my wetness before bringing the bulbous tip back. When I slowly sank down over him, our answering groans were in unison.
My head dropped back as I fully sat on his lap, taking a moment to adjust to the thick fullness of him. Mikey kissed the center of my neck, then dragged his teeth to the side, leaving another kiss there. His hands tightened on my ass and I began to roll my hips over him, the hard ridges of his cock brushing against my softest walls in the most intimate way possible.
I’d taken him bare.
He was in me without any protection.
I gasped and stopped. “You’re not—”
“I’ll pull out,” he told my neck. I didn’t understand how we’d had the same thought at the same moment but…
“Move, Moll,” he demanded, his hands pushing at me until I did just that. “You feel so good. Too good. Shit, Molly. I’ve got you. I’ll protect you. You’re fine. Just move.”
I kissed him again; my hands were on his face and his were on my ass, and I rode him like I needed to. Fast. Hard.
Mikey’s mouth muted my moans, and soon, just by the fullness of Mikey’s cock inside me, I was close to coming.
“More, Mikey,” I demanded, my rolls and lifts from him in small, short motions.
I felt more than saw Mikey slouch back, allowing a different angle. Now, every time I rolled over him, my clit made a glorious rubbing contact with the short, manly curls he had over his pubic bone.
“Oh, God,” I murmured, but the heightening of sensations only had me moving faster, more frantic to get to the edge.
“Yeah, Molly. Show me. Take pleasure from my cock. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His words were low, the tone one I’d not heard before, thick in his desire.
Then, after pulling me forward to rest on his chest, he brought his mouth back to my ear, the soft feel of his breath sending shivers through me. “I love you, Molly.”
And I was thrown over the edge.
I squeezed my arms around his neck as my body convulsed in my orgasm, my thighs quivering and my hips jerking as, just when I thought I was over the best of it, his cock twitched and sent me over again.
Then he was standing and carrying me, his full, pulsing cock still between my thighs. With each step he took toward his room, his fullness brushed in all the right places. I moaned into his neck, squeezing my eyes shut. Something about your eyes being closed, heightened all the feelings.
In his dark room, he lowered us to the bed, his body not leaving mine. He was kissing me again, this time slower. I hooked my feet at his back, enjoying every moment.
Soon though, he pushed away. For one quick moment, I was afraid he’d changed his mind.
That he got me off and was done.
But when I looked down the bed to where he stood, I saw him simply removing the rest of his clothes. And the look in his eyes…
Maybe it was the dim lighting from the living room, barely filtering into his bedroom, but the look in his eyes…
God, Mikey looked like he wanted to devour me.
There was a gentle nudge in my head, one telling me to get up and follow suit, so I did. I pulled myself off the bed and, because my dress was already undone, the material simply fell from my body.
I hooked my thumbs into my thong, but Mikey shook his head. “Lay down.”
I lifted my brows, but he only mirrored my expression, a look of amusement managing to break through the raw desire in his eyes.
I sat at the edge of his mattress, keeping my eyes locked on his, before moving so I was near the head of his bed, not a trace of awkwardness in me.
This is right.
Right.
Right.
Right.
With a devilish look in his eye, Mikey followed me, his body a hard masterpiece as he crawled up the end of the bed. I wantonly spread my thighs but, before he could move directly over me, he knelt between my legs. He brushed his hands slowly over my thighs, rubbing his thumbs over the move sensitive insides.
His hands…
The man’s hands were magic on my muscles. I was equal parts relaxed as he worked my muscles and turned on as he drew his hands closer to my pussy.
“I can’t wait to taste this,” he mumbled, his eyes surprisingly still on mine. I would have expected him to be looking down at me, figuring out his next course of action, but no.
He was looking right at me.
“Taste your desire against my tongue. Feel your thighs tighten against my head. You okay with that, Moll?”
I was so okay with that, I was salivating for it. I simply nodded though.
Mikey lifted my legs until my feet rested on his chest. I curled my toes and when he began to tug on the light-spandex of my no-show thong, I used his chest as leverage as I lifted my hips.
He brought the material to my knees, then leaned back so he could pull them fully off. Mikey kept a hand on my right ankle though, keeping one leg in the air as I dropped the other to the bed. Then, he turned his face in a began a trail of kisses from my ankle, to my knee, gently lowering my leg to the bed as he moved to lay between my open legs.
I reached for another pillow and put it behind me, wanting to watch as much as I could.
I wasn’t a stranger to the whole ‘going down’ thing, but I could say that it wasn’t a particularly mind-blowing experience. It felt good, sure, but I preferred to watch my lover take satisfaction from my core—that was the part that made it better for me.
Don’t count him out, my thoughts laughed.
If anyone would make it worthwhile, I had a feeling it was Mikey.
He kissed my inner thigh and slowly, as if he were savoring every moment, parted my lips before dragging his tongue up from my center to my clit, where he swirled his tongue right around the bud.
Oh.
My eyes closed, squeezed tightly, and my body arched from the bed.
Yes, oh.
I forced my eyes open again and caught him watching me. I couldn’t see his mouth, but his eyes were clearly smiling. Then he did it again, and I stretched my legs out long, but that caused my pelvis to tip down.