by Selena Kitt
Leah was already opening the cupboard, stretching up to get the Jiffy-Pop from the top shelf when she felt him press her into the counter, pulling her hair aside so he could kiss her neck and shoulder.
He nuzzled her ear. “I want you so bad, I can’t stand it.”
The words made her melt and she turned in his arms, her lips meeting his, mouths soft, wet zeal as their tongues touched. His thigh pressed hard between her legs and she squeezed it.
“I want to stay the night,” she whispered into his ear, pouting, feeling his hands moving behind her, under her blouse, touching skin.
“I know.” He squeezed her close with a sigh. His hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt, tugging at her panties. “I want you to stay.”
“I can’t stand not being with you.” She reached between them and rubbed her hand over the bulge in his crotch. There was too much fabric separating them and she strained against it.
“I know, I know.” He drew a shaky breath and then kissed her again, squeezing her bottom as she rubbed her hand between his legs, creating a delicious friction.
“Hurry, you guys!” Erica called from the other room and Leah jumped, they both did, moving quickly apart.
“Popcorn,” he said, as if reminding them both, and Leah turned on the stove, handing him the Jiffy-Pop.
“Where’s the butter?” she asked in front of the open fridge as he put the Jiffy-Pop on the stove.
He reached his arm around her, opening a little door on the side. “In here.”
She caught his arm, taking the butter and turning his hand up to kiss it. He watched her, his eyes following the path her tongue started to make—little circles over his palm, then tracing up toward the soft pads of his fingers. His face looked pained when she took his index finger into her mouth and sucked it gently, rolling her tongue around the tip.
“Leah,” he whispered, watching his finger disappear into her mouth. “Oh God.”
And then they were pressed together again, kissing and touching, the soft sounds of their hungry mouths and groping hands lost in the explosion of the Jiffy-Pop. He was grabbing her, lifting her, pulling her into his crotch, and she wrapped her legs around him as he shoved her up onto the kitchen counter.
“Please, oh, please,” she whispered as his hands moved under her blouse, rubbing her nipples through her bra. Her sex was throbbing, a thick pulse between her legs, and she squeezed the butter so hard as they kissed she left fingerprints in it.
She dropped the butter to the floor when his thumb moved under her skirt, rubbing her mound through the thick material, and she moaned into his mouth, rocking with the rhythm of his hands. She unsnapped and unzipped him quickly, wiggling her hand in, finding his thick, hard length and rubbing it.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He cupped her sex and squeezed her nipple hard as she tugged on him. Behind them, the popcorn popped, snapping loudly as each kernel opened up. “Oh fuck.”
“Yes!” She whispered, biting at his neck. “Fuck me, Rob.” The sound of the words, coupled with his name in her mouth, felt so adult, and he looked at her, his eyes searching hers. “Please!” She begged him, squeezing his length, feeling it twitch in her hand. “Fuck me, right here, right now.”
He groaned, breathless, and pulled back, shaking his head. “Leah… no… we can’t.”
She sighed as he turned and started straightening, zipping and snapping, and she felt such an incredible longing she was faint with it. She took a knife and cut the stick of butter violently in half, peeling off the paper and putting it into a pot to melt it on the stove while he shook the Jiffy-Pop over the burner.
“I’m sorry.” He met her eyes when he held the bowl of popcorn out for the butter.
“You’re right.” She shook her head, pouring it on with a shrug.
“Daddy!” Erica screamed from the other room, startling them both. “Delk’s just killed Lew and Billy Baxter!”
Leah grinned, shaking some salt on the popcorn. “You better go save her.”
He leaned over and nuzzled her ear. “I’d rather save you.”
“I don’t know if I can be saved,” she replied with a little smile, feeling a twinge of guilt as she headed back to the living room. Erica was squealing at the bloodbath on the screen, half covering her eyes, but peeking out between her fingers. Mr. Nolan sat between them again with the popcorn on his knees and they all reached into the buttery softness at once.
“Did we miss anything?” His hand brushed Leah’s in the bowl, making her feel faint again.
Erica started talking, explaining plot points, but Leah was lost already—lost in the hard edge of his jaw as he chewed his popcorn and the way the cuff of his sleeve pulled up to reveal the dark hairs on his forearm and the curved wrinkles around his mouth when he smiled over at her.
She didn’t know how much of the rest of the episode she actually saw. If someone had asked her to tell them about it, she couldn’t have. When Gunsmoke was over, High Finance came on, and no one felt like getting up to change the channel. Erica fell asleep, curled up in the corner of the sofa, her head resting on the arm.
“It’s eleven,” he whispered, glancing over at his daughter, who snorted and shifted a little in her sleep. “Did you tell your mom midnight?”
Leah sighed, nodding. “I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want you to go,” he agreed, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.
His lips brushed over her forehead, but she tilted her face up to him for more, letting out a soft whimper. He kissed her, just touching his mouth to hers, their lips buttery still from the popcorn.
“I want you,” she breathed, taking his hand and putting it over her breast. He shook his head, but his fingers found her nipple, making it hard under her blouse as he rubbed it. “Please… we have an hour.”
“Erica,” he reminded her as she slid her hand between his legs, finding him still hard under the material. When she rubbed there, he shifted, and she felt the length of him straining under his trousers.
“She sleeps like the dead,” she murmured, grazing her nails over his crotch, arching against his hand. She was so wet her panties felt like they were sticking to her. “God, please… please...”
She knelt up, kissing him, moving his other hand between her legs so he could feel the swelter there and how much she wanted him. His big palm rubbed her mound, his tongue sucking at hers, their breath coming faster. She straddled one of his legs, moving her crotch up and down his thigh, and both of his hands found their way under her blouse, thumbing her nipples through her bra.
“I want you inside me,” she purred into his ear, wanting to tempt him. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, Leah,” he whispered. “God, I want that, too… you have no idea how much.”
She slipped her hand under her skirt, under her panties, between her lips, and then lifted her wet fingers to his mouth. She rubbed her juices there and he watched her, looking pained, tasting her on his tongue when she slid her finger between his lips.
“Then show me how much,” she murmured, kissing him. “Please.”
He groaned, shoving his big hand down under her skirt, his fingers parting her swollen, wet lips, probing deep and slipping inside of her. She moaned softly, trying to be quiet as he began to finger her, plunging them up inside as they kissed. Panting against his neck, she clutched him, teetering, wanting more.
Beside them, Erica shifted, sighing, and they both froze. Leah swallowed hard, glancing over at her, and he did too.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered, begging. They’d never done it there.
“Okay,” he panted, sliding his hand out from under her skirt. “Let’s go.”
She moved off of him, getting up as quietly as she could and heading toward the loft. He grabbed her, pinning her hard against the ladder and plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. She gasped, sliding her arms up around his neck and arching against him.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he wa
rned, turning her and twisting her arm around behind her back and holding it there. His other hand moved to her middle, pulling her into his crotch as he propelled her upward with his body.
She climbed the ladder as quickly as she could, going over and collapsing onto his bed, rolling to her back. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, and she watched in the low light as he splayed his trousers and shorts down, freeing himself. It stood straight out, pointing right at her, as if it knew just where it wanted to go.
Leah was undressing, but she wasn’t moving fast enough for him, and he grabbed her panties, yanking them down. Her cry was muffled in the material of her blouse as she slipped it off, and her fingers fumbled with the hooks of her bra as he buried his face between her thighs.
“Oh God,” she whispered, opening her legs wide for him, his tongue probing deep, moving up and down through the wet, pink folds.
His hands pressed her thighs, pushing her knees back toward her head, exposing her completely. His tongue moved up and down her slit, plunging in before tracing a path up to the top of her cleft and back down again. Moaning, she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples, making it all even more intense.
He sucked at her lips, first one, then the other, making soft rumbling noises, raking them with his teeth, making her jump. He jammed his tongue back in, making it hard, moving it in and out, spreading her cheeks with his hands.
“Oh yes,” she cried when he covered her mound with his mouth, sucking the button in and then teasing it with his tongue. He stayed right there, as if he knew how much she wanted it, his fingers twisting their way into her and beginning to finger her as he moved that soft, wet tongue back and forth, back and forth.
“Faster,” she begged, arching, moving with him, feeling her climax coming. She’d been holding onto it, waiting for it for so long, and she couldn’t hold back under the sweet flicker of his tongue. “Make me come!”
He groaned, lapping at her, fingering her, harder and more, until she was panting with wanting it. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand another moment, he slipped his thumb down the crack of her bottom and rubbed her there, teasing the tightly constricted hole of her sphincter. She jumped in shock, but the sensation was so incredible she came immediately, her teeth rattling with the force of it.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he worked her mound with his mouth and tongue, his fingers pushed deep into her, his thumb probing her sphincter. She came and came, her body vaulting into the stratosphere, boomeranging, rebounding, giving her orgasm back to him again and again. She was still trembling when he rolled her onto her belly, spreading her legs and shoving himself between them.
“Oh!” she cried, feeling the head of him probe her sphincter for a moment, pushing there, before sliding down, finding the soft radiance of her sex and sinking inside. He pressed her to the bed, his thighs opening hers, and he felt so thick and hard as he started to fuck her, she couldn’t help moaning.
“God, I love your tight little hole,” he groaned, his hips moving fast, hard, pounding her into the bed. His words made her feel faint with a wicked sort of lust and her sex was still pulsing from her orgasm, so every thrust sent a delightful shiver through her body.
“Do you like that?” he whispered into her ear, leaning in until she could feel his weight on her. “Do you like being fucked hard?”
“Yes,” she panted, her sex on fire, feeling him driving into her flesh. “I love it hard! Please, more!”
He groaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her to her knees, giving himself more leverage as he worked himself between her legs. She reached under to rub herself, pressing her cheek to the bed and letting him take her, their bodies making a slippery, wet sound every time they came together. He fucked her so hard he pushed her across the bed with every thrust, her breasts swaying beneath her, her nipples grazing the sheet.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her in tight. She felt him straining, trembling, and she whimpered, wiggling and squirming against him, wanting more. He groaned again, his hand slapping her behind, making her jump.
“Hold still,” he demanded, and she did, her breath coming in a fast, harsh pant, feeling him swelling inside of her. After a moment, he slid out slowly, and she whimpered, wanting him back.
“Are you okay?” She looked back at him.
“Almost lost it there for a minute.” He squeezed his length in his fist. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“I do,” she murmured, still rubbing herself.
“Come here.” He smiled, his hand moving over her bottom, which was still raised in the air. He settled back on the bed, holding himself in his hand, and she couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing the head, sucking it into her mouth a little.
“Ahhhhh God,” he groaned, watching her tongue slip around the tip. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I like it,” she murmured before taking the length into her mouth, as much as she could, tasting her juices on him. He let her do that for a moment, sucking him deep before teasing the tip of her tongue, running it along the tiny slit, the place where she couldn’t wait for all his white hot lightning to spill out. She thought she could taste it already and it made her suck harder.
“Hey, whoa,” he whispered, grabbing her hair and easing her up on him. “Come here.”
He pulled her onto him, kissing her, his hands settling on her hips as he rocked her down against his shaft, which was trapped between them. It was slick and hard and rubbing against her crevice—and she wanted it. Reaching down, she grabbed his shaft, aiming him, and groaned out loud when she sank down onto his length.
“That’s a girl,” he murmured as she started to move her hips in little circles, amazed at how good it felt to rub herself there, right against the base of him. “Ride me.”
She did, using her hands on his chest to keep herself steady as she slid up and down on him, his gaze moving over her body as she undulated, and his hands followed, cupping her breasts they bounced with her motion. Lost in her own pleasure, she cradled his thick length so her hot, sensitive nub of flesh slid wetly up and down his shaft, moving faster, the feeling escalating.
“Oh, I like that,” she whispered when he squeezed her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. That made her ride him even faster, harder, grinding her pelvis into his when she hit bottom. She worked so hard, wanting it, aching for it, breath coming in short pants.
“Here,” he murmured, grabbing her hips and holding her still, and then he was fucking her from underneath, thrusting up into her, his shaft easing a delicious, wet path over her sensitive spot again and again. “Like that?”
“Oh yes,” she nodded, sitting up and pinching her nipples. His thumb found that bud of flesh, rubbing there as he fucked her, driving her up off the bed. “Fuck me, yes, yes!”
He grunted, eyes half closed as he drove himself up into her flesh. The feeling between her legs built, full to bursting, and she rocked, the head of him shifting inside of her, against the soft, smooth walls of her flesh, making him groan.
“Oh please, Rob,” she whispered, looking down at him. “Make me come all over you.”
“Oh Leah,” he murmured, and she felt him tense, his body tight beneath hers. “Oh fuck, Leah, you feel so good.”
“Now,” she purred, closing her eyes and feeling it take her, her orgasm a barrage of bliss, ripples of delight shuddering through her as she collapsed onto him. He wrapped his arms around her as he thrust up hard into her flesh, grunting with every burst of hot white liquid as he spilled waves of it up into her. The sweet, rhythmic flutter between her thighs seemed to be milking him.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear, kissing her fiercely before she had a chance to answer. When the kiss broke, she had tears in her eyes.
“I love you too.” She traced his lips with her fingers.
He smiled, sitting her up on him and looking up at her in the dim light. “You’re so beautiful.”
Sh
e smiled back, her heart swelling in her chest. He ran his hands up and down her curves, his eyes never leaving hers, and she was so lost in the moment they never heard her on the ladder.
“I hate you!” Erica hissed, and they both jumped, moving to cover themselves, but it was too late. Much too late. She stood at the top of the ladder, face red, eyes slits, hands clenched into tight fists.
“I hate you both!” she screamed, and then she disappeared, flying down the ladder, footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor, and they both heard the steel slam of the outside door behind her.
And just like that, the moment was gone.
Chapter Twelve
The world outside was a blur as rain poured down in steady sheets. Leah leaned her forehead against the passenger side window, watching figures moving in soft-focus, dark blues and blacks scurrying together to get inside. No clusters of girls laughing and clutching their books to their chests stood on the front steps today—most everyone had an umbrella and they were hurrying, head-down, toward the front doors of the church.