Pants on Fire

by Schreyer, Casia

  She shook her head. “I just wasn’t expecting this. It’s a big change from the other day.”

  “Does it bother you?”

  She didn’t even pause to consider it. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”

  “Good.” The feral gleam sparked in his eyes again. “You are so damn sexy, Megan.”

  “I won’t argue with you,” she smiled.

  The first kiss was surprisingly soft, but the wild desperation soon took over again and Megan was fighting for every breath. He pushed her back against the bed, crawling up with her, but she squirmed away, whimpering.

  “What?” His voice was husky again.

  “Cold. Jeans cold.”

  He struggled to get the damp fabric to slide down his legs, without getting off the bed, or crawling off Megan.

  She grabbed the waist band and pulled, getting it past his hips so he could worm out of the rest of them. Since he was distracted and his perfect chest was so close, she kissed his collar bone then licked his nipple.

  He growled, kicked free of the jeans, and kissed her. He left a trail of nips and kisses down her jaw, neck, and shoulder while his hand cupped her breast. He took her other breast in his mouth, making her back arch up towards him.

  Her whimpers were making him hot despite his damp skin and the ever present breeze from the air conditioner. Passion soon outpaced civility or generosity and he released her breast.

  Before she could catch her breath he had shifted his weight, kneed her legs apart, and pressed the head of his erection against her. Only then did he pause and stare into her eyes.

  She nodded and he slammed into her, pleased when she let out a little scream. There was little control left in him now and he grabbed her hips and took his pleasure from her. Her every moan and yelp only pushed him further past that edge.

  Megan closed her eyes and grabbed two fistfuls of blanket only to release them and grab two fistfuls of his hair. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and angling her hips. He took the invitation and fucked her even harder, thrusting deeper.

  She moaned louder. Thoughts evaporated, words were beyond impossible, small animal noises escaped her lips, driving him on.

  He climaxed with a shudder and lay on top of her, panting. Their hearts pounded as they lay there, catching their breath.

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  He could only nod.

  Finally he propped himself up and looked at her. “You didn’t climax.”

  She smiled, even giggled a little though it was deep and throaty, not shrill and girlish. “I don’t care, that was fantastic.”

  “I care.” He kissed her tenderly. “Relax and let me do this for you.”

  She nodded.

  Once again he started trailing kisses down her neck, now taking the time to nibble on her ear lobe. He caressed her body with light fingers, enjoying the soft feel of her skin.

  When her soft sighs turned into stifled giggles and then full throated laughter he stopped and stared at her in utter shock. He could see she’s trying to regain control and after a few gasping breaths she smiled sheepishly at him.

  “I have never had a woman laugh at me during sex.”

  “Then you’ve never slept with a ticklish woman before.”

  “Ticklish?!”

  “Very. So no more running your fingers up and down my ribs or I’ll start laughing again.”

  “And I thought I was being romantic.”

  She sat up just enough that she could kiss him. “The rest was very nice.” She kept kissing him until he relaxed again then settled back on the bed with a sigh as he tentatively kissed his way down her throat. All self-consciousness disappeared when he got to her breasts.

  She made a contented sound in the back of her throat and ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked and licked. It felt so good to be lying there with the warm weight of his body pressed against her and his eager lips and talented hands roaming her body with the single intent of pleasuring her.

  And he was good at it, now that he was avoiding her ticklish ribs. Megan had had great sex before, she’d had mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms before, but it was always a special treat to lay back and let a man please her and only her. Of course it was obvious he was enjoying himself too, which made it that much more enjoyable.

  She gasped, surprised. She had been so caught up in what his tongue had been doing to her breast that she hadn’t noticed his hands slipping lower and lower until his fingers dipped inside her. As he curled his fingers she squirmed with pleasure. And then he placed his thumb on her clit and began rubbing and she threw her head back and moaned.

  He sensed that he’d hit a sweet spot so he kept on doing everything the same, with only enough variety to keep her from losing momentum. He had her right where he wanted her, hurtling towards the edge of pleasure, and he wasn’t going to let her escape until she’d plunged over that edge.

  The foreplay, sex, and further foreplay already had Megan’s head spinning and it didn’t take long for Tyler’s fingers to hit every sweet spot between her legs and stroke them past ‘that feels good’ to ‘I can’t take it anymore’ without throwing her into an orgasm.

  When she was tossing and moaning and clutching at his shoulders he started kissing down her stomach with painstaking slowness.

  “Tyler, please, it’s too much!” Her hips came up off the bed and her head was still thrown back.

  He remained silent, focusing on the curve of her hip, nipping along the bone and making her squirm harder. He was right down between her legs now, his mouth close enough that she could feel his breath against her skin. She was so close and he knew exactly how to push her past the point of no return.

  He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit once, then twice, then he kissed her firmly and sucked the little nub between his lips.

  She sat up like she’d been electrocuted and grabbed his hair. “Oh god, Tyler! God! Yes!” She shuddered against him for a long moment as her climax took her past words. Finally she collapsed back on the bed and he came up to lie beside her.

  For a long while they lay there, fingers intertwined but otherwise not touching.

  Finally, “That was just, wow.”

  Tyler chuckled. “Yeah. I know.”

  Tyler sat up and smiled down at her. “I think I need a shower. Care to join me?”

  “Sure. You go ahead. Just give me a minute to make sure my legs still work.”

  He kissed her softly. “Compliment received at this end.”

  She half-heartedly punched his shoulder and let her arm flop back against the bed. When she heard the water running she sat up and rubbed her face with both hands. She padded across to the bathroom and peeked inside but Tyler had the curtain closed.

  “Quit trying to spy on me and get in here,” he said over the splash and spray of the water.

  She stepped into the shower, grinning. “You caught me. Oh, that does feel nice.”

  He switched places with her and let her stand under the full spray while he scrubbed some shampoo into his hair. “Will you stay for dinner?” he asked.

  She nodded. “I don’t really feel like heading home and dealing with my over protective mother.”

  “I wouldn’t either.”

  When she tipped her head back under the water, he gently took hold of her waist and stepped up close to her so that when she looked down again he could kiss her.

  She smiled at him and it melted his heart. “Don’t tell me you’re not finished yet?”

  “After watching you cum like that, I’m definitely ready for another round.” Another kiss. “You are just too sexy.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

  “I’ve been everywhere,” he pointed out. “Or at least seen it all.” He ran his hands over her ass and squeezed.

  She glared and shook a finger in his face. “No. Never. But if you want to go again I could give you a hand with that. Here, wash the soap out of your hair.”

  The
y switched places again and once his eyes were closed and his head fully under the water she carefully got down on his knees and took his still soft penis in her mouth.

  He spluttered, dragged the water out of his eyes and looked down on her. “You don’t have to …”

  She muttered something that might have been ‘shut up’ and sucked hard. His power of speech vanished and he buried both hands in her hair. It only took a few minutes for him to get hard in her mouth and she pulled away, pausing to kiss the tip before standing up.

  Smiling she said, “Ready when you are.”

  He slid her back until she was pressed against the slick siding of the tub. With one foot on the edge he carefully lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He lowered her onto his cock, his hands under her ass, and kissed her deeply.

  Their movements were slower this time, careful, both aware of his precarious footing. But softer wasn’t bad and their wet skin slid so nicely against each other’s. They fell into a gentle rhythm; her head leaned back against the wall and his forehead resting high on her chest. Feeling daring he arched her closer to him and kissed her breasts again.

  “Oh, god, I’m going to lose it again.”

  He just smiled and teased her nipple with his tongue. She must not have come all the way down from her last climax because this one came quickly, though much softer than before. Her back went straight and she moaned loud and long, then her head drooped against his shoulder and she became dead weight in his arms.

  “I have to put you down,” he said, letting her slide slowly to the floor.

  “But you haven’t …”

  “Turn around, tippy-toes,” he instructed.

  Feeling dazed she did as she was told and he squatted until he was the right height for her. He slid into her and pressed his chest against her back, grabbing her breasts with both hands. He took his time fucking her as she rested against the tub surround, moaning whenever he hit a sweet spot.

  She was wet and warm and right now she was all his and he was going to enjoy every inch of her before he let her go again. He continued this way until the water started to drop in temperature and she had regained some of her alertness then he picked up speed until she was moaning again.

  Too soon he was over the edge and he filled her with a groan. After a moment he pulled away from her and swore.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, breathless.

  “We didn’t use a condom.” He cursed again.

  She chuckled. “It’s fine, it won’t be a problem, I promise.”

  “I didn’t even ask.”

  “You gave me the chance to stop you.”

  He nodded.

  “It was damn good sex, Tyler.”

  “It must have been. I’ve never had a woman equate me with god before. And you’ve done it twice.”

  They grinned at each other and then a strange high-pitched tune drifted over the sound of the shower. “Do you hear that?”

  “What? Oh shit, my phone. This is important.”

  “You go ahead. I’ll wash up and be out in a moment.”

  He nodded, kissed her quick, and leapt from the shower, grabbing a towel on his way out into the hotel room. Megan stayed right where she was for a full count of ten, then, hoping her legs would finally support her on their own, she stepped under the spray.

  She washed her hair and rinsed away the sweat and rain and sex. Tyler’s voice was just a murmur beyond the water and the door but it was strangely reassuring. “It’s just a fling,” she muttered, but she knew she was lying to herself even more than she was lying to him.

  “It’s not lying; he never asked what I did for a living.” Still, the guilt weighed on her and that alone told her that her feelings were getting involved in what should have been a simple fling. First jealousy that some blonde bimbo had flirted with Tyler, before I was sleeping with him, now guilt because he hasn’t even asked about my job and I’m choosing to stay quiet? Yup, I’m definitely too involved.

  She turned off the water and Tyler’s voice became much clearer. For the most part it was simply background noise as she grabbed a towel and debated whether she had time for more sex before heading home for the evening.

  Tyler’s words became sharper. “No, Stephanie, it wasn’t a mistake. Yes, it will really cost that much. They’re worth it.” He paced away from the bathroom door again.

  Stephanie? And what’s expensive?

  “No I’m not coming home early, I’m sure you’re handling it all just fine. All right, I owe you one. A big one, yes. All right, I’ll see you eleven days. Good-bye Stephanie.”

  With a pounding heart Megan stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, feeling very self-conscious. “Is everything okay?”

  “Fine, just some complications at work.” He wrapped an arm around her. “I like the way you look in a towel.”

  Megan couldn’t ask any more questions without admitting that she’d been eavesdropping, or that she cared enough to be suspicious, so she smiled and put the phone call as far out of her mind as possible. “Do you really think it suits me?”

  He kissed her, a tender kiss that left her breathless. “You’re beautiful.”

  ***

  They had a casual dinner in his hotel room – turkey club sandwiches with side salads and a bottle of white wine that was too fancy for their meal – both dressed in nothing but bathrobes. She told him amusing stories about the hotel that her father had come home with and was surprised by his genuine interest. He told her stories from his college days that made her laugh so hard wine came out her nose.

  “So, since you’ve successfully gotten me into bed, does that mean I’ll be spared the cheesy pick-up lines?”

  He grinned. “I know a great way to burn off the calories from that sandwich you just ate.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Now I get suggestive pick-up lines instead. Great. Where do you get all these?”

  “Remember all those guys in my frat house? They got slapped a lot for using pick-up lines and I got to laugh at them. I never thought I’d ever use them.”

  “At least not without getting slapped?”

  He nodded and poured them each another glass of wine.

  “Hey, I need to drive home yet!”

  He arched his eyebrows at her. “We have to finish the wine, you know. We can keep each other company until you can drive again.”

  “Another pick-up line?”

  “No, an honest attempt to get a pretty girl into bed again.”

  “Do you have a dishonest back-up plan?”

  “Yeah. I hid your clothes while you were in the shower.”

  She looked sharply around the room and sure enough her clothes were nowhere to be seen. She sighed. “You’ve got me.” She drained the glass in one go. “Take me to bed!”

  ***

  It was late by the time Megan drove back to her parent’s house. After dinner she and Tyler had crawled back into bed for sex, and afterwards had snuggled and talked for a long time. Just before the kitchen closed for the night they had ordered dessert and had sat in bathrobes enjoying the pie and coffee. Finally Tyler had reluctantly retrieved her clothes, which he’d wisely scattered throughout the room when he’d hid them and after many long, lingering good-night kisses she had left.

  She’d gone back right after breakfast the next morning and went up without a word to the desk clerk. She knocked on the door but there was no answer. Worried that he might have gone down for breakfast, or worse that he was on the phone with this Stephanie again, she knocked once more, louder.

  There was a shuffling and a thump and then the sound of footsteps and a muttered. “Fine, I’m coming.”

  A bleary-eyed, bed ruffled, Tyler opened the door and stared at Megan for a long moment. She smiled, gave a little shrug of her shoulders and said, “I just had to come over and talk to you. Sweetness is my weakness.”

  “Do you know how early it is?” He seemed more tired than upset.

  “I couldn’t stay away.”<
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  The sleep seemed to melt off him and he smiled. “Good.”

  She took the offered hand and followed him back to his bed.

  After morning sex, which was quick and fun and fully satisfying, and an uneventful shared shower, Megan said, “What do you feel like doing today?”

  “We could stay in.”