DirtyInterludes

by Jodie Becker

  She nodded and he ran a thumb over her cheek before they carried on down the path. The skin still tingled where he’d touched her and she pressed her hand over it, as though to keep the feeling there forever. The path widened and leveled out and after a few minutes, the parking lot came into view. Two cars remained on the lot and she wondered who else would walk the track at night.

  As they drew up to the vehicle, he turned and pulled her into him, his arm snaking around her back. Bridget whispered his name as her breasts pressed against his chest. His mouth captured hers with voracious need, taking her mouth without mercy. Thought ceased to exist as he darted his tongue and teased her with delicious little flicks.

  His hand cupped her nape and fingers slid into her hair, massaging her scalp. Awareness kindled and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand slid down the curve of her back to cup her ass and press her against the ridge of his erection. Pleasure flared to life and pinged through her. The world spun and metal pressed against her thigh. She flung her hand behind her as he tipped her back and she encountered the familiar curve of the hood. He shifted to fuse their lips together, obliterating the protest fluttering to her mouth. Knees turned to jelly and her arms tightened around his neck as he became the only anchor in her world.

  He ravaged her mouth, dominating her senses until all she knew was his touch. Her skin felt hot and needy. He broke off the kiss, their harsh breathing the sole sound in the night. His eyes seemed to glow with ferocious need, a need that echoed inside her. He dropped his head until his lips ghosted over her neck. A whimper caught in her throat as he licked the tender skin between her neck and shoulder. Her pulse amped up as warmth flooded her.

  Yearning bloomed with urgency, following a rogue march of acute rapture down her chest to her pussy. Teeth scraped along her sensitized skin and she dipped her head back, a moan floating on the air. Her nipples tightened with need, aching for his touch. Cool air touched her stomach and his warm, smooth hand swept up her torso to cup her breast. Deft fingers pinched her nipple and liquid fire coiled around her chest, spiraling down to her clit and setting her aflame.

  She arched into his touch, nails digging into his nape in silent command. Max hissed and his hand swept down to cup her mons, and she startled as a shot of pure need exploded over her flesh. The ball of his thumb circled her clit with deadly accuracy. She became nothing but a creature of sensations. Notes of beauty emerged in her mind, the cords to her seduction sexy and sinful. He slid his fingers over her cloth-covered pussy, the juices absorbed by the cotton. Yearning demanded he rip away the flimsy fabric and fill her with his fingers. That he ply her clit with attention to make her go weak.

  “Please, please,” she begged.

  Max’s harsh curse brushed over her cheek a moment before his hand delved beyond the elastic to touch her swollen clit. Hot lust burned her lungs and she spread her legs to allow him better access. The juices of her desire eased his way and seared her with wondrous waves of euphoria. He shoved two fingers into her hungry pussy, his palm pressed over the hood of her vagina. Bliss coiled inside with every thrust, every swipe of his palm over her sensitive clit. She rocked into him as their gazes caught and held.

  In the darkness, she sensed more than saw the urgency. She slid her hand into his hair, fisting it in silent command. He answered with a deep groan and kissed her with passion. Every thrust of his tongue mirrored his hand, every shimmer of pleasure was answered by a sweep of his tongue. His fingers pressed deeper inside to find that delicious spot to send her careening toward the heavens. He plied her with ruthless ecstasy, flooding her with erotic sensations until she screamed with the force of her orgasm. His thumb pressed over her swollen clit, sending her to orbit once more. Her breath caught and all sound muffled as she became a conduit for a symphony of sexual gratification.

  Slowly she became aware of her surroundings. Night bugs chirruped and trees yawned. Despite the cool night air, Bridget felt hot and sticky. Max shifted, his hand still inside her pussy moved and sent a quiver of wanting through her. She shivered as he eased his fingers from her pussy. A shimmer of post-orgasmic bliss imploded inside and she whimpered. Max’s hands settled on her hips, his expression hidden in the darkness.

  “Wow. You’re really good at this.”

  His fingers jerked over her waist and she knew somehow she’d upset him. She felt him withdraw mentally, the shift so sudden it sucked out the warmth that’d insulated her from the weather. “What’s wrong?”

  Max buzzed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Nothing.”

  Bridget didn’t buy it for a second. “But—”

  “We should head back. It’s getting cold.”

  Bridget bit her lower lip to stifle a protest, knowing the moment of passion and happiness had passed. Digging in her bag, she found her keys and pulled them out. Slipping into the car, she started the engine. She switched on the heat to chase away the chill but she feared the coldness inside had nothing to do with the weather. The drive home was equally chilly, making her feel as though they were back to being strangers.

  As she pulled into the drive and turned off the car she faced him. Different scenarios played through her head. She couldn’t force Max to open up but she wasn’t about to let him close down on her either. Max reached for the door and she grabbed his shoulder. He glanced over at her, his foot planted on the drive. “Max…”

  Max heard the note of insecurity in her voice and knew he’d put it there. His chin touched his chest as he uttered a curse. He turned toward her, wanting to let her off easy. To tell her what they’d shared meant more to him than she’d ever know, but it was a mistake. A fucking beautiful mistake, but one he shouldn’t repeat. She sat in the darkness with nothing but the streetlight touching her delicate skin. Her lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed and hair in disarray. An errant leaf stood out from a lock of hair by her ear and he reached for it. Her breathing stalled as he drew his fingers through her silky hair, removing the dried leaf. Her eyelids fluttered at the sight and disappointment slumped her shoulders.

  A waft of earth and perfume filled his nose, reminding him of her amazing body and the sounds she made not more than half an hour ago. His dick hardened and ached for her. His heart raced and lust seared his veins. The battle was fought and lost as he grabbed her nape and kissed her with pent-up emotions. Bridget whimpered, her soft lips opening beneath his. Warm feelings swamping him from a simple kiss were both terrifying and exciting. He closed the distance between them, cupping the back of her neck and holding her to him. He wanted to rip away the last veneer of demureness and fuck her hard. To hear her scream.

  His cock ached to be inside her and feel her moist canal quiver against him. He cupped her jaw, forcing a deeper taste of her lush mouth. Fingers hovered over his shoulders as though she couldn’t quite decide what to do with them. Max shifted, need making his dick ache. Despite his previous hesitation, the desire for her killed any and all good intentions. She didn’t know him, but at the moment, he didn’t give a damn. He broke the kiss, panting with need. Glazed eyes blinked up at him, her lips moist and swollen.

  “Do you have protection?”

  Her smile pounded into his gut with the force of a mule kick. “In my room.”

  Max ran a thumb along her lower lip and shivered as she licked the pad of his finger, the motion sending a sliver of hot need down his shaft. “Gonna invite me inside?”

  She nipped his finger. “Do you want to come inside?”

  He kissed her hard. “That’s the best suggestion I’ve heard all day.”

  Chapter Ten

  He followed her out of the car, wrapping his arm around her waist as she slipped the key in the lock. Shifting aside a lock of hair, he licked her neck, satisfied by the thrum of her pulse beneath his tongue. She angled her head to give him better access. Max allowed her to break from him and held on to her hand as she led him through the darkness to her room. Nerves skittered over his skin, an unusual sensation that set him off balance
. He hurried up the stairs with her.

  Light from outside slanted through her room and drew long shadows along the floor. The foot of her bed was swamped with the fluorescent glow of the street light. He pulled on her hand, twisting her about and wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her to him. He scanned her beautiful face, a strange ache in his chest as he traced the line of her jaw with his finger. Bridget’s eyelids fluttered downward and he kissed each eye, the tip of her nose and captured her mouth. She welcomed him with a moan, her tongue dancing with his, feeding his passion for her.

  Air stilled in his lungs and he cupped the back of her neck, kissing her with all the hunger he felt. He wanted to devour her, to become one with her as he had before. Suckling on her tongue, he raked a hand down her back and palmed her ass. The pressure of denim over his dick was almost too much. The ache remained unfulfilled and he wanted to dip his cock into the warmth of her cunt.

  Nibbling her lower lip, he rocked into her and hissed as pure want spiraled along his shaft. His hand slid upward along her smooth skin to encounter her bra strap. He unclipped it with ease and fisted the cotton shirt at her back to draw it over her head. The bra slipped off her body, exposing her to his lustful gaze. Her creamy-white skin dried out his mouth and he ached to touch her pert beasts. Licking dry lips, he slid his hands along her waist and Bridget arched, a whimper flittering through the air. Flicking a nail over a dusky nipple and watched it harden. His balls tightened as lust seared him. Fuck, she was beautiful.

  He captured a nipple in his mouth, flicking the hardened nub with the tip of his tongue. Bridget’s hand slid into his hair to hold him to her and he secretly gloried in it. He wanted her to need him as much as he needed her. To yearn for his touch as much as he did hers. He pulled away to blow on the nipple and grinned as she squealed. He paid equal attention to the other breast, his free hand slipping beneath the band of her leggings to cup her ass. Bridget moved restlessly against him, her hand fisting the top of his shirt.

  “Take it off,” she murmured.

  Max straightened and yanked his shirt over his head and watched as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off the rest of her clothes. Max just about swallowed his tongue at the sight. She stood in a column of light, her skin virtually glowing. His cock bobbed behind his jeans as a drop of pre-cum emerged. She curled a finger at him and he closed the distance between them, pulling her into him.

  Bridget gasped and he swallowed it with a kiss. She kissed him with fervor, with passion he’d never experienced. Not since the first time he’d lost his virginity, and damn if it didn’t feel that way again. Desperate need thrummed in his dick, and he feared he might not last as long as he wanted.

  He walked her backward to the bed and they tumbled onto it. His body fit between her thighs and he cursed the denim that separated them. Bridget moaned as he shifted, and his attention narrowed on her. Her lower lip quivered in a sexy pout as he rocked forward. Her knees hitched up, her warm thighs gripping his waist.

  The hair on the back of his neck rose and he fisted the coverlet by her shoulder. Thrusting a few more times, he took pleasure in giving her what she wanted. He straightened and pulled his jeans off, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. Bridget sat up, her knees still hitched to reveal her luscious bush. He groaned and fell to his knees. Sliding his hands along her thighs, he inhaled the scent of her desire. Saliva filled his mouth and he dipped his head to flick his tongue over her swollen clit. Bridget jerked, then whimpered. Opening his mouth, he kissed her pussy, swirling his tongue around her bud. She tasted of summer. Fresh and warm. His cock ached to dip into that wetness, but he wanted to feel her come on his tongue. It tore at him, both parts of him wanting to drown in her orgasm.

  He pressed his thumbs against her lips and spread them to expose her gorgeous cunt to his gaze. Licking the tender flesh, he devoured her with all the passion that rocked through his frame. Bridget’s moans became cries of joy as he stabbed her with his tongue, thrusting mercilessly into her. Her legs moved restlessly and he blew against her engorged clit. Her breath stuttered and he mirrored the sound.

  Fuck, she was beautiful. His cock was on fire, hurting for release. But he wanted to feel her orgasm too much. He suckled her clit and shoved two fingers into her sopping cunt. The canal gripped his fingers and he trembled at the feeling. He finger-fucked her hard, listening to her cries reach a peak and feeling her vagina clamp over his fingers. Max tasted the rain of her want for him and gripped his cock hard, halting the rush of come that threatened to emerge. Cursing, he pulled away from her.

  Bridget peered up at him, her chest heaving, a fine layer of sweat on her breasts. Sweat he wanted to lick off her skin. Damn her.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  Every touch of her hand along his skin made him shiver. She affected him in ways he’d never experienced. “I’ve never felt like this before,” he said.

  Her smile made something break off in his chest. “Me either.”

  He gripped her thighs, settling over her, her pussy juices wetting his balls. He shivered. Hand fisted in her hair, he kissed her with all the pent-up passion he felt. She devastated him with her voracious participation, tasting him with her tongue and sucking on his, mimicking a blowjob. Fuck, he needed to be in her.

  “Where’s the condoms?”

  “Bedside drawer.”

  Max shoved a drawer open, flicked aside her vibrator to snatch up a foil packet. Ripping it open, he settled onto his knees and rolled the condom on. Gripping her thigh, he hooked it over his arm and pressed into her. Pleasure seared his cock as her pussy swallowed him. Gloved in her tight channel, he bit his lip as a climax rolled beneath the surface, threatening to end their game in seconds. When she rolled her pelvis, he cursed at the hot flush against his skin and gripped her hips.

  “No, hold still.”

  She blinked at him, uncertainty vibrating in her frame.

  Max heaved out a self-recriminating chuckle. “If you move, I’ll come.”

  Bridget grinned. “I won’t mind.”

  “I would. Shit, I haven’t had this happen to me since I lost my v-card.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “Take it any way you want,” Max grunted as he pulled himself back under control.

  As the heat of lust waned, Max began the first tentative thrusts. Bridget’s fingers clenched over his lower back. The soft sound of sex filled the room, the scent of her filling his nostrils. Max fisted his hands above her shoulders, desperate to hold on. Her tight cunt quivered against his shaft, stroking him toward completion. Sweat snaked down his back and he rocked into her, ignoring the burning in his balls. He wanted to make her climax, to feel that rush of satisfaction of watching her lose it.

  His thrusts became broken and he whispered a curse as his dick bobbed inside her. He was so fucking close, the prickles of an oncoming orgasm teasing him. Bridget murmured a sound of protest and he kissed her. He tasted her passion and sucked her lower lip. He kissed her cheek and nibbled on the lobe of her ear. Muscles tight with need, he tasted the sweat on her skin. With every inhalation, her nipples scraped over his chest. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity through him. It set him on edge and made the world shrink until all that existed was her.

  Panting, he rocked into her, determined this time to last and give her a good fucking. Bridget flung her head back and he kissed the column of her neck. Bliss surged along his shaft, her tight canal holding him in sway. Her fingers skated up his spine and he shivered, his eyes threatening to roll back at the erotic play along his skin. Damn her, she stole his control. He lifted his arm, spreading her wider, forcing her hip upward so he could pound her. Bridget cried out, the slap of flesh hitting flesh layered by his sounds of pleasure. Hot need snaked around his cock and gripped his balls. Her pussy moistened his sac and he loved it. He loved knowing he made her that wet.

  Bridget’s nails dug into his ass and he hissed, glorying in the sting. Her pussy tightened to
the point it made it harder for him to thrust into her. Max grunted, pleasure pounding through him as Bridget screamed his name. He tensed with the threat of an orgasm, the need to follow after her pressed on him, but he held back. He wanted to last. To prove he could master all the emotions she evoked in him. A tremble ran through her pussy as she came. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she whispered words of love. Words about how beautiful he made her feel. How much she loved his body. He drank them down like a parched man, the words settling in his chest in a way that made his heart trip.

  He shifted her legs until they hit his shoulder. Angling her body, he rode her hard, his attention shifting to where they were joined. His cock tingled at the sight of her pussy swallowing him, the slap of flesh and the full-bodied perfume of their joint passion. This was so fucking beautiful. His balls tightened as a shaft of hot need burned his control. The quiver of an orgasm spiraled up his cock and slammed into his balls. He grunted as he spurted into her. All-consuming need obliterated thought and he thrust a few more times to draw out the bliss. As it faded, he fell into her, barely noticing her knees skimming his sides. He knew on some level he failed to give her another orgasm before he came, and it pressed against his conscience, but he couldn’t muster up enough strength. He floated in a surreal world of joy and he didn’t want to leave.

  Bridget ran her fingers up and down his spine and he grinned, turning his head into her face and breathing in the scent of her skin. She didn’t smell sweaty, but of flowers and sex. He knew he should get off her, but his muscles refused to cooperate. He chuckled at the best sex he’d ever had. She turned her head toward him, her eyelids at half-mast.