Just A Kiss (Lyrics and Love Book 4)

by Samantha Lind

He circles my clit before sinking two fingers inside my pussy. My body clenches around him, almost ready to release at the intrusion. He knows just how to strum my body to life, playing me like a professional musician would play their instrument of choice.

  “Lee,” I moan his name. “I’m going to come,” I warn him. “Don’t stop; I’m so close!” I cry out.

  “Fuck yes, you are,” he says as he spins me around, so I’m now facing him. He backs me against the wall, all while never slowing his hand from fucking me. He kisses me hard while working his own jeans open and down his hips.

  I whimper at the loss of his fingers. My eyes open, and I look down to see why in the hell he stopped. I find him sheathing his engorged cock in a condom. Before I can say anything, he’s lining up with my entrance and thrusting in, hard and fast.

  My body instantly stretches to accommodate him. He’s so fucking deep at this angle and position.

  “Holy shit, Allison,” he grits as he pounds into me; his rhythm is fast and unrelenting. “I swear your pussy was made for me,” he says as he brings his lips to mine in a punishing kiss.

  I bite at his bottom lip. My body practically floats as I climb higher and higher toward my orgasm.

  “You like that?” he asks as he rotates his hips slightly after pulling out. The way it causes his pelvic bone to tap into my clit has me seeing stars as I fall over the edge, my orgasm taking over. Lee thrusts a few more times, his own body cresting over the edge as we come together.

  He slows his thrusts, holding me against the wall. It's then I realize we never fully got undressed. My pants are still around one leg, my bra is still in place. Lee’s pants and boxers are around his ankles. He must have pulled his shirt off when he pulled mine, as it is on the floor with it.

  “Wow,” I finally say, looking up at him.

  “I swear, against the wall sex with you is the best there is.” He smirks, placing a chaste kiss against my lips.

  “We never seem to make it to a bed for the first time, do we?” I muse.

  “We’re explosive like that,” he adds.

  “Nothing wrong with being explosive,” I tell him as he finally slips out of me and sets me back down on the floor. I take my pants and panties all the way off, fixing them so they’re ready for me when it's time to get dressed again later.

  10

  LEE

  I stroll out the back door of my best friend Tucker’s house. We just finished watching the Georgia/Alabama game. With the game over, the party is starting to make its way outside. He's got a bonfire area, as well as a small pond on his land.

  I head for the bonfire pile. I might be a firefighter and get paid to put fires out, but lighting shit on fire is just as fun as putting those fires out. Firefighters are nothing but pyro enthusiasts in disguise.

  "You coming?" I shout at Tucker. He's standing in the back doorway with Lindsay, the only woman I've known him to get tripped up over.

  "Hold your horses, we're coming," Lindsay calls out to me as she turns into Tucker. I wave them off and keep heading toward the fire pile. I don’t give it long before they’re a couple, especially with how he held her close during the game.

  I open the bottle of lighter fluid, making my way around the pile as I soak the wood in the liquid. I want this fire to be big tonight. There's not much better than sitting around a fire after dark on a crisp fall evening. Add in a few beautiful women, some music, a drink or two, and good conversation, and it's my ideal night off.

  I get the fire going, making sure it isn't going to jump from the pile; I don’t need to light anything else in Tucker's backyard on fire. He'd kill me if that happened. He’s worked hard to make this land his home over the last few years, making it a place that he can call home with his daughter, and if my suspicions are correct, maybe even Lindsay in the future.

  "Hey," I hear a sweet voice call out from behind me. Turning, I see it is Allison. We've been “seeing” each other for the last week. I'm not the kind of guy looking to settle down, or the looking for forever kind of guy. I like to fuck, and I'm not shy about that fact. There’s something about this woman, though, she has a pull that draws me closer. Has ever since we were kids.

  "Hey, sweetheart. You made it," I drawl, emphasizing my southern accent.

  "Yeah, football isn't really my thing," she says, scrunching her nose up.

  "I know." I smirk as I slip a finger through the belt loop on her skintight jeans and pull her closer until she's inches away from me. "How was your day?" I ask, sliding my hand around her hip and holding her close. I suck in a breath, taking in her sweet shampoo or perfume and enjoying it a hell of a lot better than the lighter fluid I just sprayed over the fire pit.

  "Good, just a lazy Saturday."

  "Nothing wrong with that; you deserve to take some time for yourself," I tell her, brushing some loose strands of hair back and tucking them behind her ear. "Want something to eat or drink? I think there's still plenty of food."

  "I ate before I came, but I'll take a beer if there's an extra one around."

  "Of course, make yourself comfortable around the fire, and I'll be right back." I release Allison as I step back and take off for the deck. I snag two beers from one of the coolers and jog my way back.

  I find her sitting on one of the logs, the flicker of the fire lighting up her features as the sun has now set. I hear music strike up from the deck; Tucker must have turned on his outside system. I sit on the log next to Allison, popping the top of both beers and handing her one. We clink bottles before taking our first sips.

  "Thanks," Allison says, her head resting against my shoulder as we both sit facing the fire.

  "Anytime," I tell her, taking another swig of my beer. "What's on your mind? You seem a little quiet tonight.”

  "Nothing, just been a busy week, and I'm exhausted. I almost didn't come tonight, but I knew if I didn't at least show up for a few minutes, Lindsay would be mad."

  "I'm glad you're here," I tell her as I wrap an arm around her shoulder and hold her against me. I might say I don't want more with someone, but Allison has had me thinking otherwise lately. The quick fuck, or night rolling in the sheets and then her sneaking out come morning is starting to get old.

  Lindsay makes her way over and sits down next to us. She straddles the log, facing us rather than the fire.

  "Did you finish painting today?" Lindsay asks Allison. She pops her head off my shoulder and shifts to mirror Lindsay on the log.

  "I didn't even attempt to. I just bummed around. Curled up with a good book and read for a few hours. The only productive thing I did today was clean my bathroom, then took a long-ass bath and finished my book."

  "Sounds like the perfect day. Maybe I can come over later this week and help you finish up with the painting," Lindsay offers.

  "I'll take you up on that," Allison says before tipping her head back and taking a long drink from her beer bottle. I follow suit and shift so that I'm straddling the log, my legs going around Allison's. I slip a hand along her waist, my fingertips finding bare skin where her shirt has ridden up. It's been a few nights since we were last together, and I find myself itching to get her back to my place and these clothes stripped off both of us.

  I sit back, allowing the two women to have their own conversation, adding things now and again. I look around, the crowd has thinned out as the evening has gone on. Tucker finally joins us, and he slides in behind Lindsay on the log, mirroring my stance. The way he was all over Lindsay tonight makes me think that things are brewing between the two of them, and it's just a matter of time before he'll be a taken man.

  "Ready to get out of here?" I ask Allison when there's a lull in the conversation.

  "Sure," she agrees, a yawn hitting her.

  I stand up, then offer her my hand to help her up. I might be a one-night stand kind of guy, but I'm still a goddamn southern gentleman who has manners and knows how to use them.

  I lead Allison out to my truck and realize that Tucker is also escorting Linds
ay to her car. "Night, guys," I call out to Lindsay and Tucker as I go to open the passenger door of my truck for Allison.

  "I'll just follow you so that I have my car," Allison says, stepping up into my space. She drops a kiss on my cheek, then steps around me and heads for her car. I quickly close the door, then jog over to her car so that I can open the door for her. Those manners are coming out again.

  "See you in a few," she says, sliding into the driver’s seat. I wait until she's clicked the seat belt across her body before I let the door close. As soon as it is secure, I jog back over to my truck and follow her out of the driveway and down the road to my place.

  11

  ALLISON

  I pull into Lee's driveway. This routine is becoming second nature. I don't know why he insists he doesn't do anything more than friends with benefits. He's such an amazing guy, one that I've known for my entire life and have crushed on for years. If he'd just give things a try, I know we could be more, but he's been firm in his position of no strings. No forever. No labels. So, for now, I deal with it.

  "I've wanted to strip you out of these clothes since I laid eyes on you tonight," Lee growls in my ear as we make it through his garage door. As soon as the door snicks shut, he pushes me up against it, and his lips land on mine. I let my hands roam over his ripped torso, up and over his strong, broad shoulders, until my fingers slide into the long strands of hair at the nape of his neck. I revel at the way he moans as my fingernails scrape against his scalp as he does naughty things to my mouth with his own. "Fuck," he growls against my lips. "I love it when you do that," he says before lifting me up.

  My legs go around his waist. I can feel the bulge his cock is making pressed against my center as he carries me down the hall and into his room. He carefully sets me down on the bed, caging me in as I fall back into it.

  "Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?" I toss out, knowing that he's damn well going to fuck me.

  "Don't you worry one bit, sweetheart. I'll fuck you so good tonight; you won't be walking tomorrow."

  "That’s one hell of a promise,” I quip back just before he flips the button on my jeans, lowers the zipper, and has them off my body in a few seconds flat.

  “A promise I plan to keep,” he says just as his hot mouth descends on my center. He pushes my thong to the side, exposing my wet center to his waiting tongue. He wastes no time, sucking my clit between his lips like a starved man, and I’m his only meal in a month.

  I thrash as pleasure starts to course its way through my body. Lee adds two fingers, and my pussy clenches around them. His tongue never stops lashing at my clit, the bundle of nerves almost to the point of being oversensitive as I lose control in a wave of ecstasy.

  “That’s one,” Lee comments as I come down from my orgasm. His head is resting against my inner thigh as he looks up at me. I can see the smirk on his lips; he’s obviously proud of himself for bringing me to orgasm so quickly.

  “And how many are you going to give me tonight?” I ask, my eyebrows disappearing into my hairline, I’m sure.

  “As many as I can.” He bounces his own eyebrows at me as he slides up my body.

  “I think you’re a little overdressed, then,” I quip.

  “I can fix that, sweetheart.” He pushes off the bed and strips out of his jeans, T-shirt, and boxers. “Now who’s overdressed?” he asks.

  I get lost watching as he strokes his cock, forgetting to answer him or move a muscle of my own. “Allison.” His voice pulls me out of my trance.

  “Yeah,” I attempt to say, having to stop and clear my throat before repeating it.

  “Strip, and we can continue.” He smirks. I tug my shirt off over my head, then quickly lose my bra and thong. I lay back on the bed, naked now, and turn my full attention back to Lee. I watch his every move as he goes to his nightstand and pulls out a strip of condoms. He tears off one of the packets and tosses it on the bed next to me, then places another two on the nightstand before returning the rest of the strip to the drawer. I snag the packet, tearing it open with my teeth and pulling it out of the package. I crook a finger at him, beckoning him to join me on the bed so that I can sheath his cock. He kneels on the bed, staying up on his knees as he comes next to me.

  I lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth. I suck him deep, adding a fist to his shaft as I pull back. I can feel a hand sink into my hair as he helps direct my mouth up and down his cock. I give him a few hard, cheek-hallowing sucks before I pop his dick from my mouth and slide the condom down his length. I give his chest a little shove and demand, “Lay back; I want to be on top.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He complies. His hands go to my hips as I straddle him. I reach between us and grip his cock so that I can line it up with my entrance. I slowly sink down on him, his size stretching me out as I take in every last inch he’s packing.

  “Holy shit,” I moan, feeling full as I start to move. His shaft is hitting me just right, causing my body to already want to pulse around him, but I hold it off as I find a faster rhythm. The bed is protesting, and we might leave a hole in his wall, but at this moment, I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is finding this release.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Lee encourages me, his hands having moved from my hips. One is rubbing circles on my clit as the other pinches and tweaks my nipples as we both chase our release.

  “I’m coming!” I cry out as my body convulses around his cock. I fall forward, my heart about ready to beat out of my chest as I suck in a lungful of air.

  “Fucking-A. I could come in your pussy daily and never get tired of it,” Lee calls out as I feel him crest over his own release. I try not to let his words sink in. I know he’s just saying things in the moment of pleasure.

  I roll off him, snuggling into his side. We might be in this FWB situation, but he’s never just kicked me out. He’s unlike anyone else I’ve ever had a fling with. He actually wants to cuddle and talk and spend some time together, so I take what I can get and try not to let the rest get to me.

  “Where are you going?” Lee’s sleep-filled voice calls out as I slip out of his warm king-size bed.

  “I was going to go to the bathroom and then head home,” I tell him, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

  “Why?” he asks, sitting up.

  “Um, because?” I reply, but it comes out more like a question.

  “Go to the bathroom, but then come back to bed. I’m not done with you,” he states. I watch as he tugs back the covers on his bed. I stall for another second before padding my way into his bathroom to take care of business.

  As I wash my hands, I take a good look at my reflection in the mirror. I can see the sadness lingering in the depths of my own eyes. Continuing with this little charade is slowly killing me inside. I know when I walk back out into that room, Lee is going to flash me that smile I can’t resist, and I’ll slide right back between his sheets instead of pulling my clothes on and going home, where I would drink and cry myself to sleep.

  “Hurry up; the sheets are getting cold,” Lee calls from the bedroom. I shut the water off, drying my hands on the towel hanging from the hook on the wall.

  I step out of the bathroom, still naked. I can feel his eyes roaming over my exposed flesh. My mind and heart are fighting internally as to who is going to win this war.

  “What’s wrong?” Lee asks, sitting up in bed. The look of concern on his face has my heart melting just a bit.

  “Just not feeling all that great. I think I’m going to head home,” I tell him, taking a few steps towards where my clothes are strewn around his room. He meets me at the side of the bed, stopping me from pulling my clothes back on as he slides a hand around my waist and pulls me until our bodies are flush against one another.

  “You’d tell me if it was something else, if something was bothering you, right?” he asks as if he already knows that something is bothering me.

  “Yeah,” I lie, the words coming out as a whisper. I have to
suck in a breath to keep the tears at bay.

  “Do you need anything? Some 7-Up and crackers? Soup? Sleep?” he asks, rapid-fire.

  “No.” I shake my head slightly. “I just need a good night's sleep.”

  “Then come to bed, let me hold you. I promise no funny business; I’ll just hold you all night and let you sleep,” he offers.

  I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing on it as I ponder what I’m going to do. Get dressed and go home, or allow him to hold me in bed? Once again, my heart and mind are boxing it out. Lee must recognize the raging war inside my mind as he tugs my hand a few feet to the edge of the bed. He slides in, pulling me with him until we’re settled. Lee’s head is on his pillow, and he’s situated me with my head on his chest with his arm around my body, holding me tight. I hold back the tears, his touch soothing, as his hand glides up and down my back.

  “I have a question for you,” he says, breaking the silence that we’ve settled into.

  “What’s that?”

  “Would you be my date to the Firefighters Ball?”

  I mull his question over, a little shocked that he’s asked. “I’d love to,” I tell him honestly.

  “It’s formal, so you’d need a dress and all that,” he tells me.

  “That isn’t a problem. It just gives me a reason to go shopping,” I tell him.

  His question lifts my mood a little bit. Maybe he is coming around to the idea that we could be more than just fuck buddies. With that thought, and perhaps a little bit of hope, I snuggle in a little tighter to his side and fall asleep.

  12

  LEE

  Allison was up and out of here early this morning. Something was off with her last night, and I really wish I knew what exactly it was. We’ve got a good thing going between us, but I’m out if things get too weird. I’d rather have her as a friend than have things going sideways.