by Karina Halle
I immediately get out of my seat and kiss her.
She gasps lightly in shock then giggles as I pull away, my hands in her golden hair and skirting down her soft cheeks, marveling at her.
“How are you real? How are you here?” I ask her softly.
She takes the seat beside me and briefly eyes Max, perhaps shy at the sudden and public display of affection. “Well, I just shared the train with a bunch of stinky people, so I definitely know this is all real. I couldn’t pinch my way out of that one.”
She quickly reaches over and pinches my forearm, hard enough to make me yelp.
“Hey,” I scold her, rubbing at my skin.
“Wuss,” she says, grinning happily. “But it’s not a dream, is it?”
“If it were, the beers would be on the house,” Max says, piping up. “Alas, they aren’t.”
I eye him dryly, knowing that the longer we stay here, the less privacy we’ll have.
“Dream crusher,” I tell him. “Give the lady a snakebite and I’ll have another. And then I’ll settle up the almighty tab.”
Max can scarcely believe what he’s hearing. It’s a long-running joke that I’m slow to pay my tab. But now that Natasha is this close to me, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself, let alone finishing my beer.
Max gives us our drinks and then shoots me a not-so-sly wink before heading down the bar to help someone else.
“He seems nice,” she says. “You know, for someone that looks like he was the tour manager for Pink Floyd.”
I laugh. “You’ve been reading my mind today, haven’t you?”
She raises her head, appraising me. “Have I? What else have you been thinking about other than the bartender?”
I grin at her, wiggling my jaw back and forth. “Do you want the truth?”
She adjusts herself on the stool to face me more squarely and puts her hand on my knee. “Always,” she says with smiling eyes.
I lean in closer, staring at her collarbones. I lower my voice. “I’ve been thinking about what it was like to fuck you. I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
I wait a moment and then look up. She’s staring at me with a hyper-sexual mix of lust and innocence. Her lips part.
“Just that,” I whisper to her. “Just your fucking lips dropping open, and I think about all the places you could put them.”
Her cheeks are flushed now, eyes glistening. She blinks at me and then takes a long gulp of her drink. I know I’m being too forward, but I can only be honest with her, even if it shocks her. The fact is, I want to shock her. I want to see this side of her with the shy eyes and the pink cheeks. I want to expose her to a part of me she might not recognize.
“Well then,” she says when she recovers, quickly brushing her hair behind her ears. She smiles and looks around the bar. “That was unexpected.”
“Even after this afternoon?” I ask, reaching out and feeling her silky hair between my fingers, tugging on it gently. I wonder if she’d like to have it pulled later.
“I guess not,” she says, her voice becoming huskier. She meets my eyes and chews on her lip. “So, is the bar just a place to have foreplay?”
I smile. “It can be. I wasn’t sure how you felt after today, so I wanted to make it neutral. You know, in case you wanted to run for the hills.”
She gives her head a small shake. “I’m not running anymore.” She picks up her drink and slams the rest of it while darting her eyes to my beer. “Drink up,” she says when she’s finished.
“Trying to get me drunk?” I joke, but I drink the rest of it down easily.
“Trying to get us out of here,” she says, hopping off the stool.
I raise my brows. I wasn’t expecting her to be this eager, and I can’t pretend it’s not the biggest fucking turn-on.
I quickly put a few notes on the bar—plus some extra for Max’s sage advice—and we go. I’ve never been so thankful to have my place just across the street. We’re barely on the other side of the road before I’m attacking her, pressing her up against the bricks while my hands fumble for the keys in my jacket pocket.
Her neck tastes like cream, her smell sweet and heady, and even when I do find the key fob, it takes everything I have to pull my lips away from her, to do something else but revel in her taste.
Eventually we do get upstairs and into the flat. Winter is bounding toward us but neither Natasha nor I can even greet him hello. I kick the door shut with my foot, my lips unable to pull away from hers as we move backward into the room. Our clothes are quickly discarded. My jacket thrown across the room, landing on Winter, her shirt pulled over her head. My hands slip down the front of her jeans, desperate for her cunt as her hands try and undo my zipper.
We don’t make it to the bedroom. We thump hard against the bookcase, books dropping off the shelf. I’m ripping her bra down, my mouth going for her luscious breast as my pants drop to the floor. Winter is running around us howling, and I’m a terrible dog-father because I couldn’t care about anything right now except for Natasha.
But even as I’m taking her nipple into my mouth, nipping it between my teeth until she’s gasping and holding me by the back of my beck, I know I can’t do a thing to her until the dog is taken care of. Dogs are simultaneous chick magnets and cock blockers.
I break away, taking off my shirt so I’m just in my boxer briefs, and usher Winter into the bedroom, closing the door on him. He can do less damage in there.
He barks what I’m sure are a dozen swears in dog language that only Lachlan or Tarzan knows, but he soon shuts up. Tonight I wouldn’t care if he barked nonstop. My heart is beating too loudly in my ears to hear him properly. I have tunnel vision, and Natasha is all I see and think and hear.
“Is he okay in there?” she asks, but I kiss her before she can continue, taking off her bra and helping get rid of her jeans until the two of us are just in our underwear.
I grab her arms and move with her backward over to the couch where I push her down on it, her breasts jiggling as she falls back on the cushions.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, taking my dick out and giving it a long hard stroke as I stare down at her. She stares up at me with wide, nervous eyes, her lips parted, her golden hair across her face. Her nipples are hard, tiny pink peaks against the fullness of her breasts. Her torso leads smoothly to her hips and thighs that just beg for me to dig my teeth into them.
The sweet pink flash of her cunt.
“I’ll do more than that,” she says, pivoting around so she’s on all fours on the couch, prowling toward me. “I didn’t forget what you said about my lips.”
Fuck, I’m lucky.
No. Lucky is an understatement.
I move closer to the couch while she gets on her knees and reaches up for my cock, slowly wrapping her long fingers around it. The pressure reverberates along every inch of me, and I let out a harsh groan, the desire slamming into me.
“Lick me, slowly,” I tell her, my words coming out thick.
She flashes me a wicked smile before slowly sticking out her tongue and licking around the dark, swollen tip. My head goes back and my eyes close, giving into the feeling, even though I desperately want to maintain eye contact with her.
Her tongue slides down the bottom of my shaft and everything inside me tenses. I’ve never felt like this, this white-hot blistering lust that penetrates every last nerve. The tension inside me builds and builds into something more than primal, and when I finally open my eyes, practically panting, her sly eyes glance up at me with excitement. With her honey hair spilling around her lightly tanned shoulders, she looks like a fucking goddess that men would tell myths about.
Only she’s no myth. She’s nothing but real as she takes me into her mouth. Her lips feel just as wet and plush as her cunt did earlier. I make a fist in her hair, tugging on it just enough for her eyes to widen, and she sucks me harder in response. It would be so fucking easy to just come hard down the back of her throat and watch her swallow it all
.
But I’m not about to come now. I want to be inside her again, to feel every hot squeeze of her around me.
“Hold on,” I pant, pulling back. My cock pops out of her mouth, a long drop of spit spanning to her lips. God, that’s fucking hot. “Turn around,” I command.
She does as I ask, and I grab her hips, tugging her back into me, teasing the crack of her arse with my glistening cock.
“I hope you know where you’re putting that thing,” she says, a slight tremor in her voice.
I can’t help but smile at how innocent she sounds. “Don’t worry,” I assure her. “We have plenty of time for that down the line.” But damn, I need condoms regardless. “Don’t move.” I quickly walk to the bathroom and grab a packet of condoms out of the drawer, heading right back.
“Good girl,” I tell her, and she wiggles her arse in response. As I tear open the silver foil, I lean over and take a teasing bite of her cheek.
“Ow,” she exclaims.
“Sorry,” I mutter, not sorry at all. I lick over the bite marks, making her relax, before sheathing the thin latex on, unfurling it to the end. I want to know how wet and eager she is, so I part her cheeks and stroke my fingertips over her cunt, and I’m nearly salivating over how slick she is. I push my finger into that tight pink hole and bite my lip at how she holds me. Her breath hitches and she lets out a breathless moan that undoes me like nothing else.
Suddenly the urge, the pure need to be inside her is an iron grip, and I’m nearly trembling at the hunger pulsing through me. It’s this animalistic, primal drive that surprises me, like I’m being reduced to nothing but basic instinct around her. She’s not just Natasha, she’s this gorgeous creature I need to claim, to take rough and hard and fast until I can’t remember my name.
Without realizing it, I’ve pushed another finger inside her, rubbing eagerly against her G-spot, feeling her swell around me.
“Brigs,” she gasps, her head down, her hair over her face as she breathes heavily, her body pressing back into me, wanting more. “God, you’re so good.”
Her words are so desperate and urgent and flick on a fiery switch.
I snap.
I have to get inside her now.
Right fucking now.
I quickly withdraw my fingers, rubbing them along my lips briefly, savoring her taste, as I hold my shaft, rigid and heavy in my hand and angle it into her. I try to go slow, rubbing my head around her soft opening, getting my tip wet before pushing in just a few inches.
But just a few inches is enough to make my jaw clench, trying so hard to keep myself in control. She’s so hot and slippery and tight as a fucking fist that I want to slam myself inside of her, bury myself balls deep. It takes all of me to try and keep on breathing, my fingers digging into her sides that are already tender from the way I was grabbing her earlier.
On the desk was one thing, but here, with her on my couch on all fours, my cock buried halfway into that sweet little hole of hers, this is something else. I hope I have what it takes to bide my time and enjoy every second, but since I’m already struggling to keep it together, I doubt I’ll last long.
As long as she comes first. I want her writhing and panting and screaming my name.
“You feel amazing,” I tell her, my voice guttural as I push in deeper, watching as my dick disappear into her, her resistance deliciously tight. “You’re drenching me.”
“You’ve got quite a mouth, Professor McGregor,” she says, moaning.
“Fucking right I do,” I hiss through my teeth. “You keep talking like that.”
“Call you professor?”
“Call me fucking anything. Tell me what you want. Do you want it slow and teasing or do you want me to fuck that that tight pink cunt, hard and rough?” I pause, sucking in a breath as I pull her hips up, adjusting the angle until my eyes roll back in my head. “Be careful of your answer, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.”
I pull out in a slow slide and she shudders beneath me before I push back into her, staying cautious. “I want all of you.”
I look down where the top two inches of my cock, the thickest part, is still showing. “Are you sure?” I ask her, grinding the words out as I clench my jaw. My body is burning, my muscles tightly coiled as I try to stay still. “I don’t want to hurt you at this angle. You’re tighter than a fist and my cock can barely fit as it is.”
“Yes, give it to me,” she says in a shaking whisper. “Please.”
“Professor McGregor,” I prompt, grinning to myself.
“Professor Fucking Fuck Me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” I murmur. She arches her back into me and I slip myself deeper inside her, almost to the hilt. She stretches around me with a loud gasp, her cunt so snug and wet as I roll my hips against her arse. I’m lightheaded, breathless, and the fire inside me builds, licking me until I’m lost in this provocative haze. The world has whittled down to nothing but pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she cries out. “Harder. Fucking harder.”
A growl escapes my lips and I slam myself into her until she’s hugging every throbbing inch. She’s yelling my name and I hear nothing but my blood rushing through my head as I bury myself deep inside her tight hole. My hips thrust into her, hammering in this driving rhythm.
Before I grow entirely selfish, I reach beneath her hips, trying to stroke her clit, so puffy and slick, but I’m pumping so hard into her that it’s nearly impossible.
I lean forward, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her back. “Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Come with me.”
She braces herself on one arm and reaches back, and I straighten up, my hands splayed wide around her waist, gripping her harder and harder as I pound into her with abandon.
She’s moaning, then screaming my name and swearing, and I don’t hold back. With a guttural groan, I come, the pleasure ripping through me, turning me inside out. I swear and cry out, my cum blasting into the condom as I go into some mindless, hypersensitive state. In this moment, I’m without thought or self-awareness—I’m just an animal, fucking.
I come back down to earth slowly, trying not to collapse onto her lush body. I place my hands on the ripe cheeks of her arse, leaning on them to keep myself up as I try to catch my breath. My skin is damp with sweat and burning hot, and I feel absolutely liquid inside. She’s still pulsing around me softly, as if she’s trying to milk every last bit out of me.
Natasha is panting too, her back rising and falling, having collapsed into the couch with her arse in the air. She turns her head to the side, her face red and beaded with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded and completely sated.
There are no words to say to each other. That’s the beauty of us. We don’t have to speak to know how we’re feeling. I sense her just as I know her heart is beating rapidly in her chest.
Slowly, my head heavy, I grab hold of the condom at the base of my cock and pull out. I tie it into a knot and get up, tossing it into the rubbish bin in the kitchen. My legs feel boneless and I have to get a drink of water from the sink, filling up a glass for Natasha as well.
I hand it to her as she sits up, completely natural with me for a moment before she gets self-conscious about her stomach, trying to shield it from my view.
“Don’t ever cover yourself up for me,” I tell her, making sure she can hear the gravity in my voice. “You know I think you’re absolutely perfect.”
“That was four years ago.”
“And I’ll think you’re perfect forty years from now.”
She stares at me in disbelief and finishes her glass of water just as I hear a bark from the bedroom.
I give her a puzzled look. “Has he been barking the whole time?”
Her lips curve into a smile as she brushes the damp hair off her face. “Honestly, I haven’t been paying attention to anything that’s going on. Anything other than you.”
I slip on my briefs and make my way to the bedroom, slowly opening the door. Winter is sitting on the bed, star
ing at me with crazy eyes. Thankfully he hasn’t pissed in here. Still would have been worth it though.
“Sorry,” I apologize to Natasha as Winter bounds out of the room and over to her, his tail wagging all over the place. “I need to take him out. Want to go for a walk?”
She nods eagerly and starts getting dressed, which isn’t easy to do when a husky is trying to knock you over. Finally I have to grab his collar and hold him back until she’s decent.
We head out into the dark of night. A light drizzle begins to fall and I take off my jacket, holding it over her head as we walk around the block until Winter has done his business. I promise the dog I’ll take him for an extra-long walk tomorrow, even though I want to spend every minute of my future with Natasha, preferably with my cock deep inside of her.
“I wish you could stay over,” I tell her as we get back to the flat and I shut the door behind us.
“Melissa will notice,” she says, standing in the foyer. “She’s probably waiting up for me right now. You know how she is.” She takes out her phone and glances at it. “Fuck, I should probably head back.”
“You sure?” A desperate knot of need starts growing inside me. I don’t want to let her go. I’m so afraid I won’t have her again. It’s just like earlier, only worse now because I know, I know, the longer we’re together, the more insane my feelings for her will become.
She nods but draws her lip between her teeth, seeming unsure.
“I think I could make you change your mind,” I tell her, taking her hand and attempting to lead her away from the door. She stays rooted. “You can just stay there and I’ll fuck you up against the door.”
She watches me with a cautious curiosity.
“I should go,” she says.
I nod and wrap my arms around the small of her waist. “Okay,” I murmur before kissing her gently, long and sweet. “But you’re coming back here tomorrow. Or I’m coming to get you. Either way, someone is coming.”
“You and your innuendo,” she teases.
“You and your sweet cunt,” I say right back, her eyes widening. A delicate flush appears across her cheeks. “How is that for innuendo?”