by Alam, Donna
‘Does your phone usually look like this?’ I tilt it towards her and flick through a few screens.’
‘No, I’m pretty good at the whole tech housekeeping thing. Same goes for my laptop.’
‘Did you leave your phone with him at any time?’
‘Yeah.’ She pulls a face. ‘Only for a couple of minutes.’
‘The bastard. He did this to make your phone go flat.’
‘But what were the chances it’d take thirty minute and not five hours?’ she asks a little sceptically.
‘The age of your phone, probably.’ I turn the thing in my hand; an iPhone at least several models old. ‘These things have a shit battery life after eighteen months.’
‘Yeah, but it had thirty percent.’
‘He’s just a chancer, one with dangerous leanings. Maybe he’s had luck with it before? A girl’s phone goes flat and all of a sudden, she’s stuck. And there he is, doing his prince charming act to escort her home.’
‘That’s very creepy. Very creepy.’ She shudders. ‘Not that anyone could mistake him for anything close to charming.’
‘So I understood from Zuzanna. She’s said she’d been out on a Tinder date and thought the fucker had tried to slip something in her drink. She couldn’t prove it, but they had a stand-up row about it apparently, before they were thrown out of the pub they were in. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say it was probably him by the way she was staring the death daggers at him and muttering under her breath.’
‘Oh my God.’ Her grey eyes are wide above slim fingers that cover her hand. A dainty gold band flashes on her thumb, and I notice a larger ring on her middle finger. Her hair flashes fire red intermittently in the streetlamps and the thought of those milky collar bones under her coat have my cock as hard as a concrete post.
Collarbones? Can you hear yourself. You fucking sap.
‘That’s so scary. To think—’
‘No, babe. It’s best not to.’ As I hand her back her phone, she tips her gaze to mine.
‘Are you and Zuzanna . . . ?’ Her question goes unfinished, and though I could make her work for it, make her squirm, I’m not going to.
‘No. She used to date a mate of mine. I’ve known her for a while.’
‘You weren’t there to see her, then?’
‘No, I was meeting my mates.’
‘I’m sorry you missed them to look after me.’ He gaze falls away, rising briefly again. ‘And I’m pleased you were there to save me. Again.’
‘Again?’
‘You saved me last week from going alone to Poppy’s wedding, and whatever you said to Hayden must’ve struck a chord.’
‘He’s behaving himself this week, then?’
‘He hasn’t spoken to me, at all. It’s been pretty special.’ She shoots me a cheeky grin which fades almost as quick. ‘I’ve missed you. I know that sounds really silly, but I have.’
My heart pinches. I want to believe she has but my head tells me it could be because she saw me paying attention to another girl. Even if she was out on a date with another man. People are weird like that. Have I suddenly become the toy she doesn’t want anyone else playing with? For the record, seeing her out with another man only cemented my feelings for her. Feelings that are kind of new and fucking frightening.
‘And there are things I want to say to you.’
‘Later.’ I take her face in my hands. ‘Why is it so difficult to keep from kissing you.’
So I don’t.
25
Archer
It started with kisses in the car, and the worried looks of the Uber driver. But kissing was as far as it was going to go, at least until I got her through the door and up the stairs.
I wish I could say I take it slow from there, that it all happens in slow motion, playing out frame-by-frame for playback at a later date. I wish I could say it but it isn’t true. Instead, our bodies are a blur of frenetic energy from the moment I push the door open, my arm instantly around her weight, lifting her over the threshold, no longer worried about being her toy, instead making sure she’d be mine.
I kick the door closed, dropping the key to the console table as I haul her tighter against me, leaving her under no illusion as I press my cock against that delectable cleft of her arse. Judging by the noise she makes and the way she feeds her hands between our bodies, we’re on the same page.
This woman has crawled under my skin, but have I embedded myself under hers?
I drag her coat from her shoulders, dropping it to fuck knows where as I stretch the wide neck of her sweater over her shoulder, devouring the silky skin available to me. I am mad for her—mad for this—as she whimpers at the brush of stubble on my chin, wrapping her arm up over my head as though to keep me there, standing in the darkened hallway of my flat, my hands pushing under her sweater as I devour her. Kissing, licking, small bites to where her shoulders curve to her delectable neck. Heavy, rasping breaths grazing the shell of her ear.
I want to see her face. Is she smiling? Are her eyes closed? What expression accompanies those breathy moans?
One hand on her breast, I drive the other into her hair, pulling at her loose bun, and twisting her to face me. Her eyes are closed, her mouth pure invitation. I take it. With my lips for now.
‘You like that, sweetheart?’ I growl the words into her neck, tightening my hold on those silky strands. ‘You like me holding you in place for my mouth.’
‘Yes.’ Her eyes open languidly, their depths hungry, insatiable, eliminating the need for words. And yet, she licks her lips, preparing to say more. So I help her wet them. My lips. My tongue. ‘God, yes, yes. I like it. I like what you do to me.’
Before she can say more, I press her forward to torture the back of her neck.
‘I’m going give your pussy the same treatment.’ She whimpers, her fingernails scratching against the zipper of my jeans. ‘I’ll spread your legs so wide and make your pussy my home.
She almost collapses as I let go of her hair, only to pull her back against me as I strip her of her sweater.
‘Bedroom,’ is my next growling command, making her set off almost in a trot. I smile as I follow her. ‘Take a right.’ The woman. She makes me feel like a god. She’s all sass and comebacks, but the minute I get my hands on her, she’s the most responsive girl I’ve ever fucked.
Is that all this is?
I choke down the unbidden question as I stride up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her feet come up from the floor as I’d planned, the door to my bedroom bursting open, as we push through.
‘What kind of guard dog do you call yourself?’ Elvis raises his big head from where he lies on his bed at bottom of mine. He doesn’t even have the good grace to come and say hello, instead lumbering his big body over to our visitor. ‘You’re not frightened of dogs, are you?’ I ask, twisting her body away from him, just in case. My arm is still wrapped around her as I lower her to the floor and her answer is in her movements as she crouches down to address him.
‘So this is the fiend that eats food better than my cupcakes.’ Elvis takes to her baby voiced attentions like a pig to the proverbial, licking her face with such force she falls back on her arse with a giggle.
‘Oi, stop muscling in on my date,’ I grumble, herding him away with my leg and holding out my hand to her.
‘Your date?’ she repeats as I pull her to stand. She begins dusting her backside off as though she’d fallen outside on the ground.
‘Would you prefer a different address?’ I spin her away from me and take over the job, smacking her arse cheek a little harder—just once—to test the waters, so to speak. Grabbing it for good measure, pressing my lips to her neck as I squeeze. She moans, pressing that supple flesh into my hand.
‘How about the woman whose body belongs to me for the next few hours.’
‘Hours?’ There’s a hint of taunt in that husky voice of hers.
‘As long as you’ve got.’ As long as you want me for. That little th
ought is interrupted as Elvis begins to whine for attention.
‘Hang on.’ I grab Elvis’s collar and start to haul the interloper out into the hall.
‘Oh, you’re not locking him out, are you? He’ll be lonely.’
‘He’s a bed hog.’ He always starts on his own bed but yet I always seem to wake to a face of Elvis breath, and the pervert likes to watch. That’s not to say he gets to see a lot of action in this bed but rather I wake to him staring at me like a fucking creeper. ‘He’s not allowed on the couch, so he’ll be in his element out there. Now, where was I?’
I turn from the door and grasp a handful of my T-shirt between my shoulder blades, pulling it off in one fluid movement as I stalk to where she’s standing in her pants and bra. For the first time I notice the prettiness of it. Pink and gossamer fine, frilly white piping at the edges.
‘You’re showing off,’ she murmurs, her gaze dipping to my pecs. I flex them for her pleasure and mine, as I get to hear her soft laugh. ‘You’re like a peacock.’
I lean forward, my mouth by her ear and my hands on her delicate shoulders, ‘I don’t know about peacock, but I want to show you my cock. Want to see it?’ I know she does. I remember last time. The questions and her light touches. The way she’d swallowed me down.
She laughs a little, that soft husky sound driving me crazy as I push the tiny ribbon-like straps of her bra down and return my attentions to her neck, her head falling back with a carnal groan. I love how small she feels under my hands. How delicate she is, my body wrapped around hers almost as though shielding her harm.
But could I be the cause of her injury?
I press my mouth to hers in a commanding kiss, forcing it deeper and wetter until her fingers are tight on my arms and she’s whimpering into my mouth. My whole body physically aches for the taste of her, my head filling with images of her that first time. He hands balled in the sheets, her pale legs splayed and her body writhing as I’d feasted on her pussy.
With a groan, I drag my lips across her jaw, kiss my way down her neck to the small yet perfect swell of her breast. Her nipples stand dark and taut beneath the fabric and I frame her tits with my hands, just because I can.
‘You’re so fucking sexy.’
As she huffs out a disparaging laugh, I press my teeth over the fabric, making her body buck and her lips exhale a soft curse. Then her hands move to the back of my head, anchoring me there. No fear, babe. I’ll stay here until you’re begging for it.
I lap and soothe, tease and tongue until the fabric is transparent and she’s moaning gasping, hungered sounds. Then I flick off her bra and repeat the torture all over again.
‘Have you ever come from just this?’ I sense more than see her shake her head. ‘I think you could.’ She’s so fucking responsive. So maddeningly beautiful. ‘Let’s try it sometime.’ Sometime not now. Sometime when I’ve learned patience with her.
With one last lick, I begin to walk her backwards towards the bed. I grab her knee, draping it over my hip just because I can, just to hear her desperate whimpers as I grind against her.
‘Can you feel how hard I want to fuck you?’ My lips are just a whisper from her ear.
‘I’d like to feel it a little more.’
‘Was that an invitation?’ An invitation in that cigarette and whisky voice of hers.
She laughs huskily, her sweet breath blowing across my cheek. ‘More like a request. You were so hot in my hand. So wriggly under my tongue.’
‘I don’t wriggle.’
‘Writhe then.’
As an encore to her murmured words, she presses her teeth against the fleshy part of my ear. I groan roughly, every inch of me drawing tight in anticipation, my cock pulsing against her heat
‘And so, so big.’ She licks a line along my neck, sending my mind straight back to the moment she’d done the same to my dick. Licked it. Kissed it. Took it into her mouth.
Does it hurt? she’s asked me once. Right now, it throbs so hard I can barely think straight.
‘I want to feel you,’ she whispers, pressing herself tighter, our bodies fused together, skin to skin. ‘I want to taste you.’
‘I think those are my lines,’ I rasp as I lower her leg and wrap my arm around her back and press her down to the bed. My body following hers is as natural as the tides.
Her head bracketed by my forearms, I brush her hair from her face as I marvel at the slope of her nose and how her eyes glisten in the moonlight. Then I’m pushing up onto my palms, moving back and tugging at her pants, sliding off her sexy-as-fuck heels, to leave her lying on my bed wearing nothing but a scrap of pink fabric between her legs.
My fingers trail her silky skin, my palms pushing her thighs open, and open again. Like her bra, the fabric is sheer, almost transparent, the scent and sight of her like nothing else.
Neat curls like spun gold, pink and fresh and mouth-watering.
‘You’re fucking delicious,’ I whisper, pressing my lips against her maddening heat.
Her hips canter.
She whispers a plea.
Pushes up on her elbows to watch me.
Her body trembles as I slip my finger under the elastic and I pull the thin strip away from her skin.
‘You’re so pretty here. And so wet. Just for me.’ I blow a heated breath across her sweet pussy.
‘Please, just touch me.’ Her words are a quiet plea.
‘But, sweetheart, look at the mess you’ve made of these.’ My tone turns almost admonishing as I pull my gaze from between her legs. ‘So very, very messy.’ And so delicious. ‘I think you’re going to have to give this pair to me.’
‘At this rate, I won’t have any underwear left.’ Along with her response, she gives a soft giggle.
‘Suits me. Think of all the fun we’ll have.’
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t speak, not as I press my mouth to her very centre. One swipe of my tongue and she’s whimpering and writhing and I’m pressing her thighs impossibly wide, scoring my stubble against the insides of her thigh. It’s an added layer of sensation that she seems to appreciate.
‘Oh, God, that hurts so good,’ she whispers, her chest rising and falling along with her rapid breaths. Her words twist something inside me, turning this moment into something that’s suddenly wild and frantic as I lick, press, and graze, thrusting two fingers in deep as I envelop her clit with my lips.
‘Please, oh please,’ she cries. ‘I can’t take it.’
But she can and I know she will. She’ll take it all and some more as her muscles begin to clench around my fingers, her clit throbbing in time with my cock.
With one long, rasping cry, she comes apart under my hands.
Her thighs twitch as I press my last kiss to her slit, ripping the sodden pink fabric down her legs so fast, her knickers are little more than a ribbon as I drop them to the floor. Her gaze makes a slow path along my body as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, her eyes glued to my cock as I take it in my hand.
‘You like to watch.’ There’s truth in my teasing, the proof of which isn’t just in the stain on her cheeks. It’s in the way her eyes widen as she watches. It’s in the way she tilts her hips. ‘I like that you like to watch.’ I drop the condom I’d grabbed from the nightstand next to her hip. ‘I could show you something else, if you’ll trust me. Do you trust me?’
‘That all depends.’ She stretches languidly, pushing her hands above her head. Fuck me, she makes a pretty picture, especially as she opens her legs a little more, sort of tentatively.
‘I think you’ll like it.’ I press my knee to the mattress, not quite noticing I’m fucking my fist as her eyes drop to watch again. ‘I know you’ll like it,’ I taunt, dropping to the bed and fitting myself between her legs. I take my cock in my hand, slowly brushing the crown against her slit.
‘Oh, that’s . . . so silky.’
I don’t answer, not as I continue the motion, not sure which of us I’m teasing. It takes everything I have in me not to slip a lit
tle lower and ram myself in.
‘Oh, my. That’s . . .’ She begins to flutter around me as she rides out a tiny trembling orgasm, canting her hips and making me slip right in.
Righ. In.
I still.
Of course I do.
I’m not going to pull.
I’m male and I’m horny.
And I’m seated deep inside of her.
And it is fucking bliss.
Teeth gritted; I throw my head back as she pulses around me, sure my eyes have rolled back in my head. There’s nothing I want more right now than to stay there, to pull back a little before sliding the fuck back in. To rut and fuck. To ruin this beautiful girl bareback style. But one of us has to be responsible right now.
Looks like it’s not going to be her.
‘You liked that a little too much,’ I grate out, pulling back onto my knees, my hand reaching for my aching dick as I use her juices to ease the ache.
‘Sorry.’ Her fingernail between her lips, there isn’t an ounce of contrition in this little coquette. My little cock tease. ‘Would it help if I said you’re the only one to have felt me like that?
I drop my head and breathe heavily. ‘Yes. And no.’
‘Sorry,’ she repeats.
I reach for the condom, tearing it with my teeth before sliding it on. ‘C’mon over here and make it up to me.’
Then I drop back onto the bed with a twist, my shoulders propped up against the pillows as I pull her over to where I hold my cock in my hands. She clambers over my thighs, her fingers hot points of contact burning my skin as she adjusts herself. As she sighs. As she lowers herself onto me inch by slow inch, I curl my hands tightly around her hips to stop myself from pushing her down to my hilt. Her head tilts back, moaning as she takes me in a little more, her movements excruciating and slow. Maddening and torturous.
‘Fuck, sweetheart, just look.’ She follows my gaze, glancing down between our bodies to where we join. It’s a visual that’s not just appealing to me judging by the way her insides begin to pulse around me. ‘Look at how beautifully you take my cock.’