Crushing

by Kelly Kay

  I try to grab a little more intel on this Hellcat. “Where did you come from again?”

  I slide back into bed, and she scolds me like a school teacher. Also hot. “No. No locations. Ask me something else.”

  I reach over and drape my arm around her. She snuggles into me. I pull her into the crook of my arm. I don’t hate this feeling. Her back is to me, and I’m kissing her neck. I move her hair out of the way, so I have better access. I prop myself up on my elbow and trace her body from her bent knees up to her graceful neck. I tickle behind her ear, and she admits a tiny adorable noise.

  “I get it, nothing about our present. How about you tell me a memory, Elle?”

  “Okay. How about the memory of how a stranger gave me one of the greatest nights of orgasms?”

  “One of the greatest? That’s certainly nice to hear, and I reciprocate the feeling. But tell me about sixteen-year-old Elle.” Who the fuck am I? I can’t even recall my ex-fiancée’s middle name, but for some reason, I want to know about this one. She’s doing odd things to me. I feel like she knows me somehow. That we’re connected far beyond what we’ve physically exchanged tonight.

  “Sixteen-year-old Elle. She loved rainbows and driving fast. Her best friend's name was Gemma. And every day when she came home from school, her mother would make her sit down for five minutes to discuss anything she wanted.”

  “What were some topics?’

  “Random stuff. I would update Mom on who got asked to prom or where I wanted to live when I grew up. Hopes and dreams, as well as the mundane. It didn’t matter what I said, my mom just wanted to connect with me for a moment before I disappeared into my room. Where I’d listen to music or hang on the phone.”

  “Did you end up where you dreamed of living?”

  “I did.”

  “And that would be…” I really want to know where the hell she came from.

  She turns over and looks at me with a stern cute face. She’s not going to tell me where she’s from. Then I lean down and kiss her. It’s a sweet kiss. It’s intriguing.

  “Your turn, Joshua. Tell me a memory.”

  “I was not a good kid at sixteen. I got in fights, mostly with my best friends.”

  “More than one best friend?”

  “We were like a gang growing up. Our allegiances always shifting with the day or who was going after which girl. I’m still close to all of them, but one remains my best friend. But yeah, I had like four or five best friends growing up. It’s the closest to cousins I guess I had.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Elle

  I am incredulous of this statement. I quickly need clarification. “Hold up. You don’t have any cousins?”

  He laughs and says, “No, I don’t. And I know. I’m a freak.”

  I cannot believe this is true. “I can go one step deeper into freakier. I’ll bet I can tell you why you don’t have cousins. Are you an only child of only children?”

  I sit up quickly and knock him on his back. I lean my chest over his. We’re still naked, and it feels incredible, but I’ve never met anyone else like me. I kiss him. Mostly because he looks so freaking cute. There are no wild tongues, just a sensuous kiss.

  Then he answers me, “Yes. I am just that. An only/only. How can you know that?”

  I interrupt him, “Me too! The only child of only children.”

  He grins at me and kisses my nose. Then his hand grazes my back lightly as he says, “I used to hate it growing up.”

  “Me too. But now?”

  “Now, I’m cool with it,” he says confidently.

  “Does it help that you have chosen cousins? This gang of friends you talked about?”

  “Maybe. I guess. I mean their parents were like aunts and uncles to me. I don’t see them that often anymore though.”

  Then I tell this stranger some very personal stuff. “Funny. I used to be. I used to think I was unique. But now I’m not cool with it at all. I don’t hate it so much as it makes me a little sad. No one else to share your childhood with or anything really. I’m the sole owner of my history. It’s a lot of pressure to remember. You’re lucky to have your gang.”

  “I am.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, and I put my head on his chest. He continues to stroke my hair, and I attempt to not think about my lack of cousins, uncles, and aunts. Why the hell did I just tell Joshua that? The stranger. I need to flip this script. No more about me.

  “Hungry? I can call for food. Mary’s is open this late right?” An insane grin overtakes his face as he gets out the bed heading towards the bathroom.

  Joshua calls out from the bathroom, “Fuck yeah, but they close super soon. Call now. Might be too late for pizza. Oooh. See if we can get pesto breadsticks. Miss those.”

  I throw on a t-shirt and brace myself on the bathroom doorframe. “Interesting. You’re from here.”

  He looks at me sheepishly. “Or have I had them before, and they’re amazing?”

  I let him off the hook and head to the couch. “Yasssss, they are. I’m obsessed with them. Wings?”

  He says as he re-enters the room, “Perfect. And more wine.”

  He moves to his pants to grab his wallet. “I got it. You bought drinks.”

  Then he heads back to the bathroom and closes the door. I call, and they’re making me pick it up. I throw on my jeans and my Sonoma hoodie as he emerges.

  “No. NO. NO. I will not allow you to cover up all that perfection. What’s happening? I’m the one that’s supposed to leave.” He jumps into bed and puts his hands behind his head. Himself on full display for me. “But I’m not.”

  “I have to pick it up. Be right back.” I lean over to him, stroke him quickly, and he kisses me. “Don’t get dressed.”

  It only takes a couple of minutes. Mary’s is less than a block from the hotel. They give me all kinds of leftover stuff. Unclaimed pizzas, half-open bottles, and mozzarella sticks. I hear the shower as I place our giant bag of food on the desk.

  He’s fantastic and exactly what I needed. But now I want more. I quickly strip. I wrap a fluffy robe around myself and lean on the doorframe watching him in the shower.

  He’s running his hands through his hair with his back to me. His high and tight ass flexes as the water goes from cold to hot. His back looks like a sculpture carved out of marble and chiseled to perfection. I watch him for a couple of minutes. It’s like my own personal Cinemax softcore porn. He’s not doing anything but washing himself and relaxing.

  Then he sees me, and his smile widens. He beckons me to him. I get close to the open shower door. Then he yanks the tie of the robe, and I skip forward into his warm and soft lips.

  He removes the robe, and I step into the shower. He runs his hands down my back as my hair gets drenched. He holds me as we kiss, and the water falls down on top of us. We’re feeling all of each other and hardcore making out. Just exploring the depths of our mouths. It feels innocent and intimate. Somehow one of us has to break this spell. It’s too much for one night, it feels far-reaching. This moment is more than fucking.

  And then he steps back and gets the shampoo in his hand and moves behind me. He rubs my head, curling his fingers into my hair. He’s washing my hair. It should feel strange, but somehow nothing has really felt strange tonight. He’s scrubbing me as I turn around to him. Our bodies touching, our mouths kissing while he rinses my hair.

  “Conditioner?”

  I turn around and bend my neck back and stick my bottom to him. “Why thank you, yes.”

  He leans forward as he rubs it in, talking in my ear. I feel how hard he is against my back. “You do realize that it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to take you from back here. That ass, Hellcat. That ass is going to destroy me.”

  I smile and turn around quickly, grabbing his rising marble member. I take hold at the root and then squeeze the conditioner on it. The water rinsing my hair as I stroke him.

  “Your hair’s not getting finished.” He molds me to him again, and his hand is
instantly between my legs rubbing as my tits are coated with the remnants of the conditioner. Our bond is slick, and so am I. I moan into his mouth.

  His raspy perfect deep voice makes parts of me tremble as he says, “I think I would fucking do just about anything to hear that noise from your perfect lips. You may need to record it for me, so when you’re not around anymore, I can hear it. It gets me hard in an instant.” I moan in his ear in response. And then he puts his hands on my ass and throws me up against the wall. He growls, “Climb me.”

  And I do. I hitch my legs around him as he lifts me. I whisper into his ear, “Condom?”

  He roars back and my body prickles, “I’m clean, and I don’t plan to come inside you right now. I have plans. But for now, I’m desperate to feel you.” He raises his left eyebrow at me.

  “I’m on the shot and squeaky clean.”

  I flash a wicked smile at him. I should be going to bed, but I want him again. We’re staring at each other as he circles my entrance with the crown of his cock. I move down towards it. He pushes in slowly, and we don’t break our gaze while it happens. I gasp and then moan. His dick was good before, but now bare it’s even better.

  “Uh. So much. Fuck yeah. Your pussy is fucking amazing.”

  “Christ. You are too. Feels too good. So, fucking good.”

  “Say it. Tell me.”

  And he thrusts so deeply as I ride him up and down. With my body pushed up against the wall, I hold on to the top of the shower. My tits are bouncing in his face. One of his hands leaves my ass and finds my super sensitive clit. I will not be able to hold out. He circles but doesn't press down on it.

  “Say it. Elle. Tell me. Elle. Oh god. You’re so fucking beautiful. What is it you like?”

  I’m out of my head, and it explodes out of my mouth. “Your cock. I like feeling all of your cock. Like this. I like your cock. Holy fuck. I need you this deep. I like feeling your balls slap against my ass.”

  “Good girl. Now you get to come. I’m going to keep fucking you until I come. But, you, I’m going to need to feel you come for me at least three more times tonight. You’re gorgeous when you come. Come now, Elle.” And with that, he pushes down on my clit, and I tip over the edge.

  I’m breathless at the idea that my body could possibly produce that much more pleasure. I don’t think I can function, let alone come again. But unbelievably, there it is, ripping through me like a tornado in a trailer park, destroying everything in its wake. I scream his name and then quake all around his dick. He’s relentlessly thrusting into me, and I collapse into him.

  “I got you, Elle. That was the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Again?”

  I have no breath. Every word comes out separately. I’m insatiable. “I. Dare. You. To. Do. That. Again.”

  “Don’t ever fucking dare me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Joshua

  I peel her off the wall, turn off the water, and hold her legs around me as I slowly walk through the bathroom, something crashing behind me. She’s gasping and staring at me.

  “How are you doing this? You’re walking and fucking me. You’re like a circus act.”

  “I’m very good at multitasking.” It helps that she’s like five-foot-five, light as a feather and I’m six-foot-three and work out a lot.

  She’s moving her sexy hips in small sensuous circles, and I’m still inside of her. When we reach the bed, I lift her off my dick and place her down. She pouts. Then I flash her a wolfish smile, and she strokes me.

  She blurts out, “I miss it already. Please don’t put that on.”

  She’s fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of her. “Flip over. Get on your knees. I need to see that sweet ass of yours.” She grins at me and does as she’s told. This is going to be freaking monumental. I never ever fuck without a condom. I didn’t even trust my fiancé. I never felt her raw.

  She crawls up on to the bed and puts her head on the pillow with her perfect peach ass up air. Her green eyes shine back at me. “Jesus. It’s intoxicating. I’m drunk on your ass and your eyes.”

  I lightly smack it as she reacts with a moan in the best way. Then I rub her ass while I get behind her. I grab her hips and push into her again. By her sounds, I know I’ve hit my target from this angle, her G-spot. I grab the headboard and begin pounding into her. Nothing delicate about what we’re doing now. She’s moving back and meeting me thrust for thrust until we hear the headboard crack. She’s screaming random words and phrases, but I’m concentrating.

  She laughs and goes up on all fours. I reach around to feel her wetness and slide my hand to her clit. “Such a sweet, wet pussy.”

  “Not usually this much.”

  That’s right, I did that. Elle shivers under me, and that’s little number two but holy Christ it’s followed quickly by a large one that’s clamping down on my dick. And I feel my balls tighten and I roar her name and lighting shoots through me. I wish there were a next time. “Fuck. Elle. Fuck.”

  She flips over, her right leg passing in front of me and wraps her legs around my hips. I shake uncontrollably because we’re still attached. No woman has ever swirled her pussy around me while I’m inside. Holy Christ, Hellcat.

  She’s wide-eyed and lifts her hips towards me. I can’t do anything but shake. She’s still trying to come again. I watch her roll her hips as my dick is unable to respond. I press down on her clit as she holds her hips up in a bridge position, and she miraculously comes again, groaning my name as loudly as possible. She falls down, and we breathe raggedly, smiling at each other.

  “Holy shit, woman.”

  “I know! I didn’t know I could do that. I didn’t know someone could do all that to me. Joshua. You’re amazing. I think four more.”

  “That’s not enough. I need you to lose fucking count.”

  She gasps as I pull out of her and grab the towel on the floor for her. I smash my mouth to hers, and she’s weakened, but I need to hear her one more time. I reach down and cup all that left-over wetness and one quick swipe of her clit with my fingers inside, and she throws her heads back and moans loudly collapsing into me. I ride the wave of her multiple, but smaller orgasms until I feel her cunt slow down. She’ll feel me for a fucking week.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Elle

  I lay in bed like a spent sea star having lost count of my orgasms. Who loses count? I guess anyone fucking this Joshua person. It’s like three in the morning. Where the fuck did the time go? The food is cold and untouched, I am not. I’m hot and thoroughly touched. I need to be at LaChappelle/Whittier by ten. We just screwed and talked for like seven hours.

  I don’t know who he is or where I’ll ever find orgasms like that again. He played my body like he memorized the instruction manual. Damn. Focus. Sleep. I do like that we’re going to leave it as it is. I feel a scary deep connection to him. One I’m not ready to face. It has to be the overload of serotonin in my system instead of something more cosmic.

  Even though I somehow feel more comfortable with this stranger than any man I’ve ever met, I need him to leave. I don’t know what to do with that feeling. We agreed, no last names or phone numbers or social media crap, just let it be orgasms. I need to fall dead asleep, entirely spent, and sated for probably the first time in my life. Maybe it’s because there are no consequences. I don’t ever have to tell anyone what a fantastic slut I was tonight.

  “I’m dead. You killed me. Killed me with pleasure. So much pleasure. So much fun.” He’s putting his clothes back on and stares at me while he’s doing it. He’s laughing at me.

  “Holy hell, woman. I have nothing left to give you right now. I know you’re sleepy, but you’re also so fucking gorgeous and smart and hysterical and confident. I’m afraid that if I don’t leave now, I won’t ever leave. My dick won’t let me. That is one enchanting pussy you got there. It’s a shame there won’t be another moment for us to think up more crazy shit to do to each other.”

  “It is also a shame that I can
’t keep my eyes open and be flattered. If I just say ‘samesies’ back to you, will you be as flattered? Although I do want to add that your torso belongs in some kind of fucking museum.”

  He leans down and kisses me. It’s a soft sensuous kiss. It’s a stirring and deep kiss like we’re saying all the things we can’t face in reality. I have no filter left, and I speak the truth, “That was one of the most amazing nights of my life. Thank you. No one has ever made me come that hard. Strangely, I’ll miss you, not just your cock.”

  “Beautiful, beautiful Elle with those bright green eyes with the golden flecks that see too much of me. I’ll dream of you for quite a while, for many reasons, I suspect.” Then he winks. “I haven’t come that hard either. Maybe ever. Or felt a connection like this, ever.”

  I whisper, “Agreed.”

  “Goodnight and goodbye, Hellcat.”

  I talk with what’s left of my voice. It comes out way too sleepy, but I mean it. “No goodbye, that means that there will never be another chance meeting. If the universe needs us to fuck again, it will figure out a way. We owe it to the honor of good sex to not say goodbye but later, Suit. Make it an ellipsis instead of a period at the end of that sentence.”

  “I wouldn’t want to let the universe down. Until later, Hellcat.”

  He grabs two bottles of water from the mini-fridge. He puts one on the nightstand with some Advil then leans over my limp and sated body. His soft and luscious lips find mine once again. The room is a disaster of pillows and towels everywhere. The sheets have all come up, and I’m curled up on a scrap still covering the mattress. He finds the duvet from the floor and tucks me in. I’m almost asleep before the door even closes. But I do hear him whisper.