Played

by Tasha Fawkes

  My nipples tingled and then hardened into nubs. Damnit! My body ached for his touch. Looking up at him, I stared at his lips, and then, without thinking, I lifted myself up onto my toes and kissed him, not quite so gently. Hungry. Aching. My tongue darted out and stroked those lips. He grunted, low in his chest, and returned my kiss, his lips firm and more demanding. When we broke off the kiss, we started at each other. I noticed that his pupils had dilated. I felt his burgeoning erection against my groin and felt the heat flare in my own.

  He backed us into the booth. He sat down, and I straddled his legs.

  "You smell good enough to eat."

  Warmth blossomed in all the right places, making me wet for him. I instinctively rocked my hips. I stared into his eyes for several moments until he kissed me again. I didn't stop him. He kissed me deeply and thoroughly, his tongue slowly and gently stroking my lips and then delving inside my mouth to caress my teeth. I followed suit and for several moments our tongues played tag as our breath grew harsher. My heart kept pace with my rising excitement. I felt wet and hot and ready, but I broke off the kiss.

  "We can't do it here," I gasped. "There's not enough—"

  Without a word, his hands caressed my shoulders, leaving trails of heat. I shifted and without hesitance, pulled my sundress upward and over my head, allowing it to flow to the floor where it lay in a puddle. He stared at my breasts, then nuzzled his face in my cleavage. I needed to feel his tongue on my nipples, on my skin… I quickly divested myself of my bra, inviting his touch. And touch he did; his fingers worked their magic, followed by his tongue—teasing, sucking, stroking. My breath came in harsh gasps. His hands left my breasts long enough to stroke my back and cup my ass, pressing me even closer to his hardness. "Scott," I moaned, throwing my head back as his hand dipped between us and found my wetness. I braced my arms against his warm, rock hard chest, tugging at his T-shirt until, moments later, I had divested him of it. I focused my attention on the sensation racing through my body and his sensual heat, cock nearly bursting through his pants, the desire I felt for him, aching for the feeling of his warm hands on my breasts.

  Another kiss, and then I found my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his jeans, grunting with frustration that I couldn’t do it fast enough to please me. He leaned his head against my shoulder, a soft chuckle erupting from his throat.

  "Allow me," he murmured.

  I rose a little, squirming as I tried to remove my panties, but I didn't want to lose his warmth. In seconds, he had his fly open, his hard, glistening cock throbbing darkly with desire. I felt his warm breath on my neck, then my breast.

  I reveled in the feel of his body so close against mine. Every nerve in my body was on fire, so much so I couldn't think, nor did I want to. Every nerve in my body tingled with desire and I wanted his touch everywhere. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, inhaling the scent of his aftershave, pastries, and a tinge of manly sweat.

  My passion only increased as one of his hands lifted between us, his fingers teasing my nipple. While those fingers toyed with my nipple, his lips met mine, tongues swirling together again. I wasn’t sure quite how he managed it, but soon his other hand cupped my mound. I shifted again to give him access. A finger slid past my panties and into my wetness. My heart pounded. Of their own accord, my hands also sought their way to his nipples and I teased them as mercilessly as he teased me. Then I lowered a hand and wrapped it around the warm, throbbing, silky yet hard smoothness of his cock.

  Our hands pleasured each other, our lips and tongues caressing and swirling. His ragged breathing matched my own. As his fingers worked their magic on my slit and my nub, my own swirled around his slick head. His thumb stroked my clitoris gently while his finger slowly surged in and out of my cleft while my hips responded of their own volition. My hand continued to stroke his shaft, which had grown incredibly hard. I felt myself rising to a climax and my grip of his cock tightened, my thumb caressing his head. Slick wetness met my manipulation. I felt the pulsations of a climax building, and at the same moment, we reached our peak. Warm, hot liquid surged into the palm of my hand as our hips rocked in tandem. His mouth found mine and we kissed again, his sucking gently on my lips as my ears rang and my breath left my chest in harsh gasps.

  The pulsations of my pleasure gradually faded and my ears buzzed, and finally, I pulled back slightly. I found him gazing at me with a smile.

  He pulled his hand from my mound and reached for the napkin holder on the table. Without a word nor a hint of embarrassment or chagrin, he gently wiped the semen from my hand, and then quickly cleaned himself. I quickly clambered off his lap and reached for my bra and sundress. In moments, we had straightened our clothes, though my cheeks still felt warm and my body tingled with the aftermath of our… what could I call that?

  "What do you say we continue this at my house tonight?" he asked.

  I thought about it for all of a second before I nodded. Everything was right with the world, at least for this moment in time. I knew, sensed deep inside, call it instinct or whatever, that what Scott and I shared was on the right track. We both had some growing to do, both had to focus on our goals, but we could reach them together, just as we had both reached our climax together. We belonged together. Now, and into the future.

  Of that I had no doubt.

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  About Tasha Fawkes

  I’m originally from a small southern town where everyone knew everyone and their business. I was so happy to leave and move to California for college where I was originally going to be a veterinarian.

  Well, I met a guy – yeah, it’s that kind of story – and dropped out of school to have my oldest daughter. We soon divorced, and as a kind of therapy, I started to write books. I loved the fantasy world of fiction and never did go back to college, and have been writing ever since.

  I write about sexy guys and girls. Anything but missionary –unless the heroine is tied up tight. My southern upbringing sure brings the kinkiness out of me. Don’t be shy to stay in touch. I’d love to hear your kinky stories. Maybe we can turn them into a book. :)

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