by Katy Kaylee
“Fuck,” he said, “Tor, you’re so fucking wet.”
I pressed my hips against his hand and growled, pushing him back toward the bed and resisting the urge to tear his clothes off. I didn’t have to, however, because he started to take care of it himself, stripping his jacket and undershirt, then his dress pants, letting everything fall to the floor with finality.
After he’d dropped everything but his boxers on the floor, he reached up for the zipper on my dress and pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor around my ankle. I stepped out of the dress and into him and his arms wrapped around me, finding the clip on my bra and undoing it. When my breasts were free, he took a nipple in his mouth, quickly moving his tongue over it, making it perk up right away.
“Fuck, I missed your boobs,” he muttered against the skin, making me shiver as his hands came to my hips, gripping me tightly and pulling me closer. A moment later, I was being thrown back onto the bed, and he slowly undid my heels and slipped them off of my feet before crawling the length of my naked body slowly.
He pressed his body to mine and buried his head in the crook of my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking the sensitive skin there until I writhed and moaned.
“I missed your mouth,” I said, arching my chest into him to bring him closer as he inched down, bringing his attention back to my breasts and chest, where he peppered kisses and pressed his face between my breasts, in the soft skin there. I laced my fingers in his soft hair, gripping it tightly and drawing him closer to me.
“Oh, yes,” I gasped, as he went lower and lower, trailing hot kisses down my stomach. With his teeth, he dragged my panties down my legs, making my stomach quiver in anticipation. When they were off, he grabbed them and threw them over the side of the bed before coming back to me, hunger in his eyes.
Before I had a chance to make a noise, he buried his face between my legs, moving his tongue fast enough that my legs twitched and I had to close my eyes. Pleasure built up inside of me, compounding with each swipe of his tongue. I was breathless, my muscles all tightening, as he licked me clean and massaged the insides of my thighs with his fingers.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair and my body tensing under his touch. “Right there, right there!”
But before I could orgasm, he pulled away, stopping the pleasure and leaving my pussy throbbing, aching, waiting for more. I whined, inching my hips toward him again, but he wiped his mouth and crawled up to me, grinning as he went.
“You know I’m not going to let you come that easily, right?” He asked, a familiar grin set in place on his face, one I had seen frequently when he was teasing me. “I’m going to take my sweet, sweet, time.”
Chapter 10
Lucas
I hovered over her naked body, taking in the vast expanse of her beautiful skin. I loved when she was on her back, her breasts pooling on her chest and her hair spread out around her. If I had been able to, I would have stayed right there and looked at her for the rest of the night.
I loved the view.
In high school and the summer after, if someone had asked me if Torryn was perfect, I would have told them in a heartbeat that she was, that to change a thing on her body was to ruin a masterpiece.
Now I knew that I was wrong, looking at her and seeing all the places where she filled out, how her hips landed on the bed, the way her legs parted for me now when I slipped between them. All of these things had changed, and I was realizing how wrong I had been in high school. She had improvements to make then, and she had made them now.
“Goddamn,” I said, running my hands up her stomach and gently grabbing her wrists. I pinned them above her head and had my way with her. I knew she could feel my cock hanging just above her, and I wondered if she was wet for me, if her pussy was pulsing in anticipation.
I had gotten very good at building her up just right in high school and after so I could play her body, tease out her orgasm and leave her trembling for minutes after. It became an art for me, to give her as much pleasure as I could.
Of course, it had been no challenge for her, as she had left me begging for her and moaning her name on multiple occasions. It was infuriating, to know that someone could completely take over my body like that and make me feel things I had never felt before.
“Lucas,” she moaned now, “please.”
That was all it took and I lowered my hips, sliding between her legs and into her, the sweet feeling of being inside of her was something I had been desperately missing in the time we had been apart.
I pushed into her, getting used to the way that our bodies now fit together. As pleasure rocked through me, I went faster, a drive inside of me that I had never felt before pushing me, taking over me and controlling my body.
I watched her breasts bounce as I slammed into her. Her eyes were closed and she was gripping the sheets tightly, soft moans coming from her lips as I slid my stomach against hers and buried my face in the crook of her neck, burying myself inside her.
Her hands gripped my back and her nails dug into my skin and suddenly I was pumping, my hips moving quickly, rocking into her and out again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she breathed, right into my ear, “right there, baby, oh fuck yes.”
Her soft words and the smell of her sweet breath spurred me forward and I delved deeper into her, hitting her g-spot and making her breathless. I leaned forward, bracing myself on either side of her, our hips coming flush each time I pumped into her.
I trembled as I came, hot thick juices mixing with hers and covering her legs and stomach. Just as I was finishing she arched, her hands clasped into fists in the sheets, her eyes closed as she writhed with the pleasure I was giving her, and her hands moved to grip my forearms as her pussy walls clenched around me, trembling with convulsions.
I watched her body rock as she felt each wave of pleasure and I watched her carefully, exhausted and satisfied, loving the face she made when she was orgasming. I loved the way she tipped her head back and how she moved her lips, almost like she was saying something to herself as it happened. I loved the way her eyelids fluttered and her stomach clenched and unclenched as she was in the throes of pleasure. It was amazing to be a part of.
I pulled out of her and fell to the side, breathing heavily. After that sex, I was ready to go to bed, but I felt her hand travel over the sheets, finding mine and bringing it to the folds of her pussy. She guided my hand, making me grip her lips and move them over her clit. I did as she wordlessly commanded, a shiver running through me at the thought of this new, more assertive Torryn, someone who didn’t care if she had to guide my hand where she wanted it.
“Fuck,” I whispered, as I watched her orgasm again, in my arms.
After a moment of her heaving and trying to get a deep breath, she rolled over into my arms and nodded her head against my chest. Then, a moment after that, she laughed softly and reached up, running her hand down my cheek.
“Fuck is right,” she said, “that was amazing. I… that was amazing.”
“Yeah,” I said, breathlessly, my heart pounding away in my chest. My logical self was demanding that I bring up what had happened between us all those years ago, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I didn’t want to sully all the pleasure she had just experienced by bringing up the fact that I had left her all those years ago. I didn’t want to sever whatever good feeling I had associated with myself. I wanted to make sure Torryn connected me to positive things, like orgasming in my amazing bed in my beautiful, expensive apartment.
I knew that I had to start using the money from my service to take care of her and to treat her, so that when I finally did explain to her what had happened and why it was that I had left, she would understand, and maybe even be glad that I had made that decision all that time ago. I thought that maybe she would think I was doing the right thing to make sure we had good money to live a comfortable life, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Thank you,” I said, surprising myself when the words cam
e out of my lips. I had never said that to her before after we had had sex, and it was something I never imagined myself saying. When I was younger, and we had first gotten together, I had viewed sex as something that I automatically got, but now I was seeing that it was something she was giving to me, and it was something I needed to be grateful for.
I could tell that she was somewhat surprised by what I had said as well because it took her a long moment to answer. We stayed in the bed together in silence for that moment, breathing each other’s air and I wished that I could know what it was that she was thinking, but I had no way to get inside of her head.
“Any time,” she said, finally, turning her head and looking up at me, a sly smile stretched over her face. My stomach clenched at the thought of having my way with her any time I wanted and I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts that were coming into it.
Though part of me wanted to take her up on the offer she had just made at that moment, I also wanted to pull her close and feel her body, soft and sleepy, against mine, so that’s what I did. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close so that her breasts pressed up against my body and she could rest her head on my shoulder.
For a moment, I thought that she might push away from me and decide to leave, that maybe she had only wanted to be with me for the time that we were having sex, but to my surprise, she slid into my touch and allowed me to hold her tightly.
She was soft and she smelled of vanilla, which was something I remembered distinctly from the summer after high school when she had spent a lot of her free time making lemon squares and rice crispies for local bake sales and for her church. I had loved smelling her during those times, as she always smelled like something sweet.
“Lucas,” she said, her voice drifting up to me in the dark of the room. My mind exploded with the possible things she might say to me. I glanced out the window to see that the sun had already finished setting and the city was swathed in darkness, the lights blinking and cutting through the dark, making a kind of starry night on the ground.
I could never buy art for my apartment because it would be upstaged by the view. Why buy paintings when I could just have windows?
I wondered if she was going to ask me why it was that I left, and I wondered if I was ready to answer that question. I wondered if she was going to ask me about other women, and I knew that I could tell her the truth - there hadn’t been any other women.
I was still searching for an answer as to what it was that she might be looking for from me when her voice came again. Her eyes were closed, and her head was snuggled into my chest sweetly. I could hardly resist the temptation to try and pull her closer to me, though there was no way it would be possible.
When I finally managed to understand what it was that she was saying to me, I almost laughed at how panicked I had been trying to figure out what it was that she was going to say.
“I love the view,” she said, her voice soft and sweet in the low light of the room. She moved her hand slightly, her fingers grazing over the skin on my chest, making my skin erupt into goosebumps. “But would you please close the blinds?”
Chapter 11
Torryn
Something warm, strong, and soft was my pillow and my body was trying to rip me away from it. For some reason, something in the back of my mind was insisting that it was important for me to wake up, to get out of the bed, to get away from the situation, but I didn’t want to leave. Everything was comfortable, and it smelled like pine, which reminded me of home and how my mother would scent the house around Christmas.
I tried to go back to sleep, but again, consciousness tugged at me and insisted that I wake fully, that I sit up and assess the situation I was in, though I was fairly certain I was better than I had been in a long time. I fought with my inner voice for a long while before finally giving in and opening my eyes to see what the impending danger was.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the interior of a bedroom that did not belong to me. Underneath my head was a strong bicep also not belonging to me, and I soon realized it was attached to the rest of a body that was also not me. A moment after that was when I noticed the odd sensation of something poking me in the ass - something not belonging to me as well.
Suddenly I was aware that Lucas was behind me and I remembered that I had gone to his apartment, and all the images and sensory details from the night before flooded into me, reminding me of what it was that I had done.
I internally groaned, not believing I had gone and done something I had specifically warned myself against doing. I knew that my goal was to bring him to his knees, to make him feel the same pain that I felt the day he left me and all the time following that, but I was now reminded of how good he was to me, how pleasurable it was when he touched me, and I wanted to do nothing but be with him, under the covers, without my clothes on.
Which was exactly what I was doing.
I wiggled nervously and his erection only got harder. He let out a long, breathy sigh, his arm closing around me and pulling me close. I gasped, not quite sure what to do with the fact that his penis was now pressing into my ass, and heat was flooding into my groin, making me wet. My nipples perked up at the feeling and I wanted to berate myself for being so turned on by him, but with his strong arms around me, it was nearly impossible.
The feeling of his skin against mine was too much. The smell of him was too much. And the way he was making me feel was definitely too much. I wanted to let go and let him take me wherever it was that he wanted to go, but I also knew that getting too close to him was dangerous.
It didn’t seem like he would be trying to hurt me.
But, then again, it hadn’t seemed like that all those years ago before he left me. I didn’t have any idea what it was that I was supposed to be thinking when it came to what his intentions were with me. So far, it had seemed like he genuinely liked me and wanted to be friends again… and now, maybe even something more.
But I didn’t know. The thought of him wanting to be anything more than friends with me made my heart flutter and I told myself that it was because I was excited at the idea that I was getting closer to my goal of making him fall for me so I could crush him like a bug. And that was the only reason.
He pulled me closer yet again and I finally gave in, pushing my butt back against his member and hearing him moan softly. I couldn’t tell if he was awake or not, but wiggling my hips in a slow circle was enough to rouse him to realize he wasn’t dreaming that I was in his bed - I was actually there.
He brought his lips to my ear, his words hot and wet against my skin.
“Good morning,” he said, “sorry, Tor, I was…”
I interrupted him by pressing my ass back into him again. Now I was dripping wet, I was sure of it, and I wanted him to fuck me. I didn’t know what that meant in terms of where I was with my goal, but for the moment I didn’t care.
I teased him, pressing my ass into him then crawling away until he was chasing after me enough that I was on my hands and knees in front of him. He seemed to realize the positioning and gripped my hips tightly, his hands big and warm on my skin, making a shiver run down my back. He reached forward and grabbed one of my breasts, kneading and flicking the nipple with his thumb.
“Is this okay?” He asked, touching the tip of his cock to my pussy. I was already dripping for him, and I knew that he must have been able to tell.
“Fuck me, Lucas,” I said, rocking my hips back into him, and that was enough for him to slide into me, filling me up and making me gasp out in pleasure the first time he pressed into my g-spot. I had expected him to move slower, as he had just woken up, but he pounded into me, grabbing my hips and using them to pull himself in, burying his cock deep inside of me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I hissed, each time he slammed into me and a jolt of pleasure rocketed through me. He reached forward then, gathering up my hair and holding it in one hand, using it to pull my head back slightly. With his other hand, he grabbed my breast, kneading and sendin
g unbelievable waves of pleasure through my body.
He slammed into me faster and faster, my ass and breasts bouncing each time he did. I had never had sex in this position before, and he knew that as well as I did. When we had first started dating, I had stuck as close to missionary as I could, save a few occasions when something special would happen.
But I had never had sex with him from behind like this, and I never would have allowed him to pull my hair. I had become a different woman, one who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for whatever it was that she wanted. I would grab his hand and lead it to me or press my hips against his boner until he got the idea.
With one hand I reached down and rubbed my clit, sending the pleasure from decent to incredible in a second. I had gotten very personal with myself and what I wanted over the years, and now, with the added stimulation, my entire body was tensing, my legs were shaking, and my mouth was moving.
I felt his hot come squirt into me just as my vagina walls tightened around his cock. My body shook and convulsed as the waves moved through me, making stars burst in my mind. I gripped the sheets and moaned into the comforter as it all came to a quiet end.
“Wow,” Lucas said, coming to rest beside me. “That was incredible. That’s the best morning sex I’ve ever had.”
And with that comment, my mind was racing, wondering how much morning sex he had ever had and which women he’d had it with. I tried to control the jealousy but I couldn’t help it - I wanted to know their names. I wanted to know how many times they had been over. I wanted to know if he had loved someone else after he left me, wordlessly, so many years before.
I knew Charlie would tell me it was a waste of time to think about it, to wonder, and that I should have been focusing on the task at hand - making him miserable. But, as he rolled over and sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed, I realized I couldn’t help it.
He started to stand and I realized I needed to get ready for the day as well, that I needed to get dressed and get back to my apartment so I could call my mother and tell her about the night I had before heading into work. Only my second day of work and I had already slept with an employee.