It's Just Sext (The Right Kind of Wrong) (2 page)

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they proceeded to break through the previously undefined space in which their “relationship” existed, and feel around for what was real. Everything they had sensed, labeled as crazy and tried hard to dismiss, had a genuine flesh and bone counterpart in reality. Once they had felt each other’s humanity, would they like it as much as they did in the Twitterverse and through texting?

She
was drawn toward the heat rising in the space between them. He leaned over and captured her mouth in a kiss that caught fire. He pulled her closer and they just couldn’t stop. They didn’t even grope each other—they were all warm lips and tongues, nibbling, sliding, stroking. By the time they settled back, breathing shallow, she had been lulled into a heavy-lidded stupor. Lauren was sure the bartender, waitress and definitely the man at the bar hated them by now. She reached two fingers up to touch his slackened lower lip, shiny and puffy from their kissing, and then touched them to her own. She noticed her fingers were shaking and so did he. He wrapped his warm hand around hers and kissed the inside of her wrist, then tugged gently and cocked his head almost imperceptibly.
Time to go.
There was not much lost between them so far—no gesture of their bodies misunderstood. Boy toy? Well, maybe he didn’t quite fit into that category after all.

They
got into the elevator and for the first five seconds did what people in elevators do: they looked up, watching the numbers. A second later, though, he pinned her against the sidewall, digging his hips into hers, locking her in a breath-stealing kiss as their bodies fought gravity. She did not need to reach high to struggle to embrace him. His mouth suctioned the side of her bare neck, dragging down to her clavicle without her having to adjust her position so he could reach. He was the perfect height for her, already exactly where he needed to be. Naked, they were going to be an ideal fit. She had thought it many times before, of course, but to feel it, limb to limb, was a heady thing.
This is going to be good. Really damn good. The way God and the universe meant coupling bodies to be
.

She
fumbled with the key card and he took it from her, slipped it in and out. He pushed the door open and her into the room before him. His hand slid down over her ass and, when she turned to him, the look in his eyes unraveled something in her and she dropped to her knees. Her neck and face flushed red. Her lips parted slightly and she waited as patiently as she could as he caressed her jaw with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other.

His cock was out and in
her mouth before she could blink and she choked a little as he shoved in. Her hands circled around to grab hold of his ass, as he arched toward her with a deep, groaning exhale. She shuffled forward on the carpet for a better position between his legs. He held her head, exactly as she had imagined, and she smiled with his dick in her mouth, almost laughing at the wonder of having precisely what she wanted.

“Happy,
love?” he murmured, rocking his hips gently. “Are you happy now?”

S
he broke the suction and looked up at him, licking then kissing the tip of his cock, tugging his balls in her grateful little hands.

“
I am. So happy.”

He stroked
her hair a while longer while she loved on him. This was the feeling she was here for, this, right here. Like a new puppy on her favorite bone. He lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply, then kicked off his jeans, stripped his shirt off one-handed and led her to a low, oval, coffee table by the loveseat. Lauren sucked in a breath. He was naked. Naked and perfect. There was the sweet, dark freckle on his shoulder and the one just to the left above his navel, and the familiar pale strip of hair from there…down. Marc smiled sheepishly and rubbed his eyes. She knew he was used to making himself come more than a few times a day, same as her—so she was a little surprised he had stopped before coming in her mouth. He sat down on the coffee table, watching her.

“Pull that dress over y
our head and lemme see you. That’s my girl.”

He
had sent countless naked videos and photos, but she swore never to do it. He had waited, not very patiently, until now. A small fissure of fear splintered through her—he might not like what he sees. This could change everything. She didn’t have a tight little twenty-something ass like the other girls he had been with—hers is the body of a woman, with curves and experience.

She
fumbled with her bra and he ran his hands down the backs of her arms to still her. “Slow down, beautiful. It’s okay,” he soothed. “God, let me just…look at you.”

He tickled
her nipples under the cups of her bra and when she giggled he exposed them and started to suck, making wet, rumbling sounds—alternating between one breast and the other, licking and pinching them into his hot mouth. Finally, he turned her around to undo the clasp at the back and ordered her panties off. As she pulled them down, he pushed her upper body forward until she grasped the edge of the bed. He slid a finger down her crack, lingering a moment on her asshole and murmuring he would play there later, then cursing as his fingers slid to her overheated, drenched and swollen pussy.

She
heard him swallow. “On my face. Now,” he choked.

He lay down on the table,
practically jerking her toward him, his beautiful legs bent over one end, holding up those sexy, muscular, thighs, his head resting at the other. She straddled his face and almost came on the spot as his whole mouth suctioned over her pussy lips, lapping up the slick cream she’d been producing, all because of him. She tipped her knees up, pressing her hands onto the table on either side of his waist. His mouth came away, fingers spreading her pussy lips apart, plunging and poking in. She was absolutely fucking soaked, the wet, squishing sounds of his fingers inside her sending shivers up her back and neck. She arched back, spreading wider and felt one finger circling her asshole.
Oh God yes, please.
He slid that finger in, pushing as deep as he could get it, hooking her and yanking her back onto his face, his hot, ravenous mouth burrowing into her folds again, tongue circling, then drawing in her clit, sending her over the edge. She moaned out loud—a guttural, grateful little wail and heard herself murmur from somewhere outside of her trembling body,
thank you, oh, thank you, yes.

He
slapped her butt and she got up, swinging a leg over him, wobbling as she tried to stand. She wiped his wet face with her hands and, both of them laughing, they started kissing again, stumbling around, her ass hitting the edge of the bed. He reached behind her and lifted her from the backs of her thighs to drop her on the bed, then slid his hands to her ankles and pushed her back, holding her legs open wide.

“Now I’m going to fucking look at you. Hiding
this sweet little pussy from me for months. Bad girl. You’re goddamn beautiful and I should tie you up and take pictures of you right now. Only fair.”

“Not fair,”
she laughed, nervously. Would he really do that?
Well he might. You don’t know him at all do you?

He
leaned over her, his hands falling to her sides, and kissed her sweetly, as she wrapped her legs around his back and his cock nudged at her pussy lips. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to do.”

“Probably because you know I’d do just about fucking anything with you
anyway,” she said, touching his cheek.

“That’s why I’m here.”
He closed his eyes and leaned into the hand caressing his face, but she felt a twist of regret in her belly. Was he really only here for the sex? Was she? She didn’t want to think about it. He was working for a cruise line that would ship out in two days. She willed herself to shut down her fear. It wasn’t likely they would have an opportunity like this again.

“
I need a good fucking, babe,” she said.

Wi
thout waiting another second, he thrust into her. She arched her back, grasping at her tits, pinching her nipples until he caught one and then the other into his mouth. They started fucking. Oh, God, after so much waiting it was so good. His body sank into hers and she felt a tremendous sense of relief, a shuddering heat that spread through every limb. She would not cry. She would not fucking cry.

He
began to fuck her hard which helped. God, did it help. They rolled over every inch of the bed, turning each other, spreading, straddling, stroking, hot skin and tongues, wet from everywhere. It was hot and steady and she lost all sense of time.

S
he wondered how long it would take her to get the courage to tell him she wanted to watch him masturbate and let her lick it all up when he was done. Her cheeks burned at the thought. She had told him every fantasy but that one—it was new to her, born out of watching the videos he had sent. Would he give her one of those indulgent smiles she had come to adore from his pictures, then kiss her on the mouth before he filled it? Or would it strip away the last shred of her allure, reducing her to merely another dirty fuck in his eyes?

After a long night of screwing and cuddling,
they woke late. Lauren pulled the blackout curtain to the side and gazed out into misty gray. A heavy marine layer enveloped the port city, making it impossible to see out to the ocean. She dropped the curtain back in place and announced she was heading into the shower. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to shower with him. She needed space to think and showering by herself seemed the only way to get it. They had a single day and night to be together before his ship left port. Seeing each other beyond this weekend was not something they had discussed.

This cou
ld be the thing they had been moving toward for months—the goal of double-digit orgasms and mind-blowing sex over and done—or the beginning of…something else. The question of love was slowly burning a hole in her belly, somewhere deep, where she could not soothe it. How long could she ignore the sense of reality creeping in? The man she fell for was an imagined creature, every texted word a bone of truth and the rest of him a stranger. Was her love imagined too?

Marc
was perched on the edge of the bed watching a baseball game when she emerged from the shower. Her hair dripping wet, she bounced up onto the bed and lay beside him on her belly, chin resting in her hands, ankles crossed like a giggling teenager watching TV. He stood up, muted the TV and turned to face her with a delicious grin—his cock already in his hand. He grasped and stroked it, hips thrust forward, just for her. She didn’t even have to ask.

He stood back far enough for
her to watch everything—the way he bit his lower lip, his chest heaving, the muscles of his arm flexing and rippling, his cock hard, the head purple and shining with pre-cum. He pulled faster, leaning toward her, caressing his own balls and ass with his other hand. She shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, licking her lips like the eager little pup she was. When he began to spurt, some got on the bedspread, some cupped in his hands. She moved in fast to lick up the pools from his hand and swallow the thick, translucent cream running over his fingers while he sucked air into his lungs, his head thrust back. His cum was warm and tart and, oh, but she was a greedy girl. He stroked and kissed her head when they were done then headed into the shower without a word.

While the
water was running she decided to do some yoga poses to calm her nerves. The need to fuck him had overwhelmed every sense of caution she had about her real feelings, until now. She had texted ‘I love you’ a thousand times and meant it. But neither of them had said the words out loud. Was Kate right? Maybe she didn’t mean it after all? Or maybe she did, but for the man she had imagined him to be. The man in the shower was beautiful, but young; intelligent and funny, but inexperienced in life. Did any of it matter? She needed to find stillness.

She
was so focused on her sun salutations, toes and fingers gripping the soft, burgundy, carpet by the side of the bed, her bare ass high in the air, breasts in all their full and obscene glory, she didn’t hear him until his legs came into view, upside down and standing to her left. It was awkward. Should she drop to plank? Walk her feet up to a full forward bend?

“Don’t stop,” he said, in
a honeyed, soothing tone. Steamy heat radiated from his body. Why hadn’t he talked to her on the phone before? His voice was a balm.

His
fingertips fluttered like a whisper, up and over her arching back, her ass and down her legs. She could not move. He was behind her now, gently parting her butt cheeks and mumbling to himself. She spread her feet a little wider and he settled on his knees behind her, slipping in a finger to part her lips, playing with her pussy, filling it with his warm tongue. He lapped at her, savoring her slowly like she was his maple syrup-soaked breakfast on a Sunday morning. From her inverted position, she watched his cock stiffen behind her. Lauren moaned and closed her eyes, her breath ragged and deep. She was going to come any second.

“Hold on, babe,
I need to get inside you,” he said, standing up. She lifted her head, looking between her hands. Normally she could hold this position for a while longer, but her little cunt was ready to go off like a firecracker. She stepped her feet wider, and felt the brush of his thighs against the back of hers. He thrust in deep on the first stroke and took her fast and hard, reaching under her hips to hold her up. Her hands couldn’t hold her long, though, and she fell to her knees with him behind her, grasping her ass, covering her back, then repositioning himself to drill in deep.