Kinetic Energy

by Hayley Faiman

  Thankfully, she puts me out of my torture two songs later and begins to make her way toward me. When she’s within arm’s reach, I slip my hand around her belly, tugging her back against my chest. Her entire body stiffens so I lean forward and talk in her ear.

  “Hey, angel eyes.” She almost sags against me.

  Her arm lifts and wraps around the back of my neck while her body begins to sway. Her ass is nestled perfectly against my cock and one little shake of her hips causes me to harden completely. Pressing my lips to the side of her neck, I taste her salty skin with my tongue. I moan, never had I tasted anything as perfect as her before.

  “Thomas,” she exclaims. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. “You came.”

  I give her a shake of my head. “No way in fuck would I just accept that text, and not come down here to see you dance,” I say loud enough for her to hear over the music.

  She turns around in my arms and I groan when her legs straddle my thigh. She keeps her hands around my neck, and I wrap mine around her hips. She gives me a devilish grin and begins to dance, her hot center pressing, and grinding against my jean-clad thigh.

  “You’re starting trouble,” I groan as I watch her tits bounce beneath her loose-fitting shirt.

  Ines leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “My ass can cash whatever trouble I cause,” she murmurs.

  It takes every fucking thing inside of me not to throw her over my shoulder and march out of the bar with her. I don’t. I move one of my hands to fist in her hair while her lower half moves and tortures me. “Can it, angel eyes? Are you sure?” I growl.

  A slow smile appears on her lips before she speaks. “Only from you, Thomas,” she practically breathes.

  Shaking my head, I give her a smile. Her chest moves up and down with her exerted breathing and I can’t wait to see what her bare tits look like when she’s breathing this hard.

  Last night I tried as hard as I could to be a gentleman, and I succeeded, only barely. Tonight, it won’t be happening. I barely held on last night, and with her hot pussy pressed against my thigh, all my gentlemanly resistance is out of the fucking window.

  “We’re leaving, now,” I state. “I’ll meet you outside.”

  Her soft pink lips tip in a small smile and her tongue peeks out to taste them. I’ve never been so fucking jealous of a tongue before in my life. It’s hard, but I release my hold on her, long enough to see her run over to her girlfriends.

  Against everything inside of me, I turn away from her and walk out of the club. I wait down the street, away from the line of students who are trying to get inside. It doesn’t surprise me that Ines, nor her friends, didn’t have to wait in that long line. I’m sure the bouncer saw her coming from a mile away. I’m unexplainably jealous. I don’t want any other man looking at her, and yet, I can’t completely have her. I’m fucking irrational.

  She appears at my side just a few moments later and I take her hand in mine. I tighten my grip and try not to sprint toward my car, dragging her behind me. I know that my gait is long, and she’s struggling to keep up as we arrive closer toward my Beemer. I want her away from this street and underneath me.

  When we finally arrive at my car, I shuffle her inside. When I slam the door, realization washes over me. Where in the fuck am I going to take her? I know that I can’t take her to my home, to my bed, I’m obviously a fucking asshole for cheating, but I’m not that much of an asshole. I can’t take her to her own place because she lives in the dorms. My only other option is a hotel, and although that makes me feel like a dick, it’s the only thing I can come up with.

  Luckily, since we’re near campus, there are a ton of hotels in the area. I drive toward the Embassy Suites, and as soon as I reach the entrance, I ignore it and keep going. I cannot take her to a fucking hotel.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Thomas,” she practically moans, her voice deep and so fucking sexy. I speed toward my house, knowing that it’s probably a terrible idea.

  When we arrive, I hurry out of the car, helping her out as well. She presses her chest against mine, her lips meeting my own and I take over, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and tasting her—devouring her. Maybe we won’t even make it inside? I groan, taking a step back, knowing that she’s worth more than a quick fuck against my car.

  I wrap my hand around hers and guide her into the house. I don’t take her to my bedroom, though. I can’t. It would be disrespectful not only to Danielle but to her as well.

  Instead, I guide her toward my guest room. It’s where I sleep if Danielle is home and doesn’t want to be bothered by me. I’m the only person who has ever slept in the bed, until tonight.

  Once we’re inside, I don’t bother turning the lights on, all I want to do is feel her naked flesh against my hands. I want to touch, kiss, and lick her entire body. I want to make her come again, and again. My mouth meets hers and I fill her with my tongue. Tugging her shirt out of her jeans my fingertips gently glide over her stomach. I feel her muscles tighten against my touch.

  “I need you to touch me, everywhere, Thomas,” she whispers.

  Pressing my forehead against hers. “I need that too,” I rasp.

  I grip her top in my hands and pull it over her head, dropping it to the side and my eyes take in her body. The moon is glowing through the window and I can see the outline of the curves of her breasts.

  Reaching out, I use my fingertip to just barely touch her. I can feel when her skin breaks out in goosebumps.

  “Thomas,” she breathes.

  Reaching around her, I unhook her bra and drag it down her arms. I don’t back away from her, even though I want to touch her a little more. Dipping my chin, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps and arches closer toward me. I open my mouth a bit wider, taking more of her, and licking her sweet skin.

  Unbuttoning her jeans, I push them down along with her panties as far as I can without releasing her tit from my mouth. When I reach between her legs, I let out a groan at how wet she already is for me—just for me. Her hips jerk with my caress and her fingers grasp even tighter in my hair. She lets out a long moan when I finally fill her tight pussy with two fingers.

  Ines rolls her hips, as my fingers move inside of her, and my palm presses against her clit. I work her other tit with my mouth, my tongue swirling and my teeth scraping her nipple as I continue to pump and curl my fingers inside of her.

  “Oh my God, I’m close,” she announces, although she sounds a bit surprised.

  Then her hips begin to wildly search for her release and wetness floods my hand as she comes, hard, on my fingers. My teeth clamp down around her nipple just as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I let her ride her orgasm before I remove my hand from between her legs and take a step back.

  “Lie down,” I murmur, lifting my chin toward the bed.

  I don’t watch her; too afraid I won’t be able to finish taking my own clothes off before I pound inside of her. Quickly, I remove all of my clothes and then turn around. She’s got the comforter pulled back and she’s leaning, her back propped against the headboard, completely naked and waiting for me.

  “Spread your legs,” I demand as I move my hand toward my aching cock.

  I squeeze the head and gently stroke myself, trying to relieve some of the ache. Ines slowly spreads her thighs. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that she’s not completely bare. She has a very groomed, sexy as shit patch of hair right on her mound. I lift my eyes to hers, finding her face tinted pink and clear uncertainty in her gaze.

  “You’re so goddamn sexy, Ines. I’ve never seen a woman quite as beautiful as you from head to toe. Even your pussy is sexy as fuck,” I admit.

  She lets out a nervous laugh at that and rolls her eyes.

  “Touch it for me, angel eyes, show me what you like,” I grunt.

  Her top teeth sink into her bottom lip and she shakes her head. “I’ve never, not in front of anyone,” she admits.

  It doesn’t surprise me,
but that sweet innocence she’s got going on only makes my cock ache even harder to be inside of her.

  “Next time then, now, I need to taste,” I announce.

  She gasps as I crawl up the bed, throwing her legs over my shoulders. “Thomas,” she warns trying to close her legs. I don’t allow her, keeping her spread wide with my shoulders, and then inhaling her sexy scent.

  “You smell so fucking fantastic,” I growl before I lean in and lick her entire slit. My fingertip grazes the patch of hair she’s sporting. “And this, fucking shit, Ines. This is so fucking hot.”

  She rakes her fingers in my hair and tugs my head back. “Mama always told me good girls didn’t shave everything,” she says with a grin.

  I chuckle at her words. “Damn right. You’re going to be bad for me though, aren’t you angel eyes? A bad girl for just me?” I ask, arching a brow.

  She lets out a smirk. “Yeah Papi, just for you.”

  I growl, loving the way she said papi with the way she naturally rolls her letters and I dive into her pussy, tongue first. I eat her like a starving man who has been starving for a lifetime. She tastes that good, and the little noises she’s making, are about to send me over the edge. I fuck her with my mouth, no holds barred, until she’s writhing and screaming above me.

  Only when her body becomes limp, do I wrap my hands around her waist and tug her down the bed a bit. Pressing my cock against her pussy, I close my eyes.

  I should stop right now, and grab a condom, I think, as I slowly sink into her scorching tight heat. I decide that I’ll do it after a couple pumps. She feels so fucking good, I want to just enjoy how snug and wet she is wrapped around me.

  “Oh, holy shit,” she gasps as her eyes widen.

  I feel the same way. She’s so fucking tight, I almost ask her if she’s a virgin, except I don’t feel any barrier when I am completely seated inside of her. She hitches her legs up higher on my waist, and I groan as I fall a little deeper inside of her.

  “You’re so fucking big,” she moans.

  I don’t move, allowing her body to adjust to me, not wishing to hurt her, trying not to let her words boost my ego so big that my head fills the entire room.

  One time inside of her will not be enough, I want to do this again, and possibly every day, it feels that fucking good. I run my nose alongside hers and press my lips against her mouth. “You feel amazing, Ines. Never has it felt like this before,” I breathe. All thoughts of condoms drifting away.

  “Thomas, I need you to move,” she whispers against my mouth.

  With a grunt, I slowly slide out of her, leaving just the head before I glide back inside, grinding my pelvis against her clit. She gasps and her eyes widen when I do that, and I feel like a fucking conqueror, like an emperor. I repeat the move, Ines groans this time and lifts her hips to meet mine.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m on edge, her pussy is too tight, and I’m about to come inside of her. I want her to come again, no, I need her to come again. I need to feel her cunt squeeze my dick, I need her to strangle me.

  Picking up my pace, I begin to fuck her a little harder and a little faster, still grinding my pelvis against her clit. I love the way her eyes widen every time I do that, as though it’s the first time. She moves beneath me, her head tipped back and her eyes closed as she searches for her release. I know she’s close, her noises are now embedded in my brain.

  “I’m going to come again, Thomas, oh shit,” she cries.

  Her head tips up and her eyes pop open, so brown and so wide. Then, her mouth opens and she lets out the longest cry I’ve ever heard as her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight that it almost hurts my cock. Instead of slowing down or stopping, I rear back and slam into her. It only takes a couple thrusts before I’m letting my own groan from my climax fill the room.

  I collapse against her warm, soft body. “That was so amazing,” she breathes as her fingernails gently glide up and down my body.

  Lifting my head from her chest, I cup her cheek, running my nose alongside hers. “It was fucking perfect, Ines. You’re perfect.”

  Her eyes water slightly and she shakes her head. I don’t let her speak though, my lips press against hers and with my cock half-hard inside of her, I kiss her with everything that I am. I don’t know what I’m going to do. She’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I am so fucked.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  INES

  I moan, feeling something hot pressed against my back, and something else heavy against my waist. My eyes flutter open and I look around as much as I can without moving. Everything comes back to me slowly, as I take in the plain dove-gray walls.

  I’m in bed with Thomas. I slept with Thomas. I hardly know him and I slept with him, and without a condom. My stomach flips inside of my belly at the thought. That is, until his arm shifts, sliding up my stomach and he wraps his fingers around my bare breast.

  I don’t even know if he has a girlfriend, or anything about him, I mean not really. I assume he’s single, because he’s pursuing me, and I’m here in his house with him. However, I’ve never asked him point blank.

  “Thomas,” I breathe as his mouth touches the side of my neck. His fingers flex against my soft flesh and I feel his cock press against the crack of my ass. “You didn’t use a condom last night,” I say.

  His body stiffens behind me and I swear he stops breathing. Rolling over in his arms I look into his wide, almost frantic blue eyes. “You don’t have anything, do you?” I ask as my heart starts racing.

  Thomas wraps one hand in the hair at the back of my head. “No, Ines. I would never endanger you like that,” he announces. “I just, I never even thought about protection last night, and normally, that’s the first thing to cross my mind. I’m more upset with myself right now, for not taking better care of you.”

  “I’m on the pill,” I say.

  He wraps his hand around the side of my neck and gently glides his thumb across my jaw. “I’m sorry, Ines. I shouldn’t have left you so vulnerable.”

  I absolutely love that he seems genuinely upset, but I can’t deny that I loved the way he felt inside of me. It didn’t feel wrong, in fact, it felt completely opposite of wrong—it felt perfectly right. Pressing my palm against his chest, I push him until he’s lying on his back. Crawling over him, I straddle his hips and groan when I feel his hard length against my center.

  “No more apologies. Are you going to be inside anyone else?” I ask, almost demanding.

  I watch as something shadows his features and his hands wrap around my waist, holding me still. Then he lifts my body, and I feel one of his hands disappearing, his cock suddenly pressing against my entrance. I let out a long moan as he guides me down along his length, filling me full of him, stretching me.

  My eyes pop open with a gasp and both of his hands gently cup my breasts, as though he’s feeling the weight of them in his hands. His rough thumbs glide over my hard nipples and I let out an exhale. Without being able to control myself, I begin to move.

  “I don’t want anyone but you, Ines,” he announces. I glance down into his blue eyes and he looks right at me.

  I wrap my hands around his wrists and slowly slide up and down on his length, my eyes staying connected to his. “Me either, Thomas,” I admit.

  He’s consumed me in this short amount of time, and there’s nobody else for me but him. Maybe I’m being young, and foolish. Maybe this will be a disaster in the making, but I’m exactly where I want to be right now.

  One of his hands leaves my breast and travels down to my clit. “Lean back, angel eyes,” he rasps. I do, wrapping my hands around his upper thighs as I slowly continue to ride him. I gasp when I feel his thumb press against my clit.

  Glancing down at him, he squeezes my breast with a grin and continues to play with my clit. “Just have fun, Ines. You look so fucking beautiful up there,” he grins.

  I do as he asks, I have fun as I continue to ride him. I’ve never felt so free before. I’ve never f
elt so beautiful or desired either. Just the way Thomas looks at me, it makes me feel like some kind of goddess. My thighs begin to shake with a warning that I’m close to my release.

  “I don’t want to come yet, you feel so good,” I moan.

  My eyes slide shut as I allow myself to freely feel, to climb closer toward my climax. “Come, Ines. Fuck, angel eyes, come all over me. Show me just how beautiful you are when I make you feel good,” he whispers.

  Without being able to control myself, his words are my undoing. That, and his thumb, as he continues to rub against my clit, faster, and faster. My fingernails dig into his thighs as I slam down against him, taking him hard and fast, my body tipping over the edge with my climax.

  Thomas’ hands move toward my waist and he grips me hard, forcing me to fuck him even harder as he thrusts up from the bed. His pelvis slams against my pussy and the pain is just enough to sting, and yet it doesn’t really hurt at all.

  When he groans beneath me, his cock twitches and I feel his release fill me. It’s an odd sensation, but it makes me feel sexy, I did that to him. Me. Once he relaxes against the bed, his breath coming out in heavy pants, I slowly lower my chest to his and bury my face in his neck.

  Thomas’ hands wrap around my back and gently slide up and down my skin. “Is it always like this? I’ve never felt this good before,” I admit.

  His body freezes, and his hand moves toward my hair to tug my head back slightly. “Were you a…” he asks looking horrified.

  I snort and shake my head. “No, but I may as well have been. The one time I did anything, it was nothing compared to how I felt both times we’ve been together,” I admit. My face turns hot, and probably pink as well, at my confession.

  “You’ve only been with one person, one time?” he asks on a breath. I nod, not willing to say the words aloud. “No, Ines. It isn’t always like this. In fact, it’s never been like this with anybody else.”