Resisting Molly (7 page)

He walked away before I could do more than give him a nod in return. I just hoped he was right. I wanted to be good for Jonathan, but it was so hard for me to be sure I wasn’t doing him more harm than good in the long run. Hearing it from one of his friends gave me hope that I was doing the right thing.

A dazzling platinum blonde in a schoolgirl outfit walked off with first prize in the costume contest and with Daniel. Just as I was congratulating myself on dodging that bullet I heard someone mention Jonathan—Dr. Sanders. When I turned I saw two couples watching me with undisguised contempt as they whispered among themselves and laughed, and I knew exactly what they were saying without having to hear it.
Gold digging little whore just like her mother.
Only this time, after what Dr. Vaughn said, it made me angry instead of upset.

That anger was what finally freed me of my doubts. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of people who didn’t even know me dictate my life or threaten whatever chance at happiness Jonathan and I had together. Neither of us had intended for this to happen, but since it had we would have to be crazy to throw it away over something so stupid. Let them talk. We were the only ones who mattered—the two of us and Brynn.

I had the worst of the mess cleaned up by the time Jonathan saw out the last of the guests and was stacking dishes in the kitchen sink when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Leave it,” he murmured, lips a sultry caress against my neck. “We’ll finish it in the morning.”

I turned within his grasp, looked up into the complex swirl of his unreadable sea-gray eyes. There was something in the set of his mouth—regret, sorrow, I wasn’t sure. I knew he needed something, but I wasn’t sure what so I lifted up and pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth.

“I…” he began, then shook his head. “I’m sorry you had to hear any of that tonight. You shouldn’t take it personally. I’ll be having a few words with some people next week.”

“No. Just leave it alone. People are going to gossip, and I don’t care what they think. I only care about what you think, what you want.”

He sighed, and for a moment I thought he was going to argue, but then he loosened his grip so his hands slid down from my waist to twine his fingers with mine. Brushing a light kiss against the knuckles of each hand he tugged me away from the sink.

“I’ve been dying to get you out of that costume for hours.”

I giggled. “I think you may have to cut it off.”

He pulled me towards the stairs. “I’ll gnaw through it with my teeth if I have to.”

The only light in the bedroom we shared was from a dim sliver of moon peeking through a hazy shroud of gray clouds, and in the darkness it took a bit of fumbling by both of us before we managed to peel my skintight costume off. Jonathan flung his Einstein wig onto his dresser and I hurriedly unbuttoned his lab coat. It rustled to the floor to cover my toes as my hands slid beneath his t-shirt, eager for the touch of his skin, my palms lingering over his smooth, toned muscle. With his help I pulled the shirt over his head and went to work on his trousers, which soon joined his lab coat on the floor.

Before I could finish undressing him Jonathan scooped me up and laid me gently down on our bed. His face was hidden by the darkness, but I could feel his eyes roaming across the silver-limned outline of my body.

“Jonathan?”

“You’re so beautiful,” he told me in a voice tinged with wonder. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Come to bed.”

In a moment he had shed the rest of his clothing and slipped in beside me, the heat of his body familiar and comforting next to mine. Fingertips traced the curve of my cheek, turned my face towards his mouth. As his lips took mine desire erupted through me like a volcano of need, no longer the shock it had been the first time but every bit as compelling. Feeling my response he slanted his mouth to explore me more deeply, his tongue bent on discovering everything, experiencing every part of me. While my body heated, I kissed Jonathan back with a confidence I hadn’t possessed before him and twined my fingers through his soft, ebony hair.

As I shifted beside him the comforter grazed the stiff pebbles of my nipples and I moaned into him at the shock of the electricity surging into my heated breasts and shooting down into my core. I was already liquid inside from the heat building in my depths, my entrance moist and ready, and I ached with the need to have something inside me. I never understood how he was able to bring me to life so quickly every time. Before it had always taken far longer and a lot of work, but for Jonathan it was effortless—a single kiss could have me wet and throbbing for him. Like now.

My skin was tight and prickly, buzzing under his palms as his hands drifted over my body in a slow, sinuous dance meant to inflame me further. His thumb found a nipple, glided around the taut flesh in lazy swirls that left me burning. Fingers from his other hand teased against the narrow strip of dark golden curls on my mound, not quite reaching down to my clit. He loved to tease, and my hips rocked forward in an involuntary motion to rub against him but he danced away, fingertips trailing fire across the tensed muscles of my stomach. I moaned against his mouth again and he sucked playfully on my tongue before nipping at my lower lip with his teeth.

My back arched when he squeezed my nipple and my mouth broke free so I could gasp down a gulp of cool air. Eyes mysterious in the darkness studied me while he twisted a long strand of my hair around one finger.

“The things you do to me,” he said. “You make me burn like a horny teenager.”

I took a deep breath. My nerves were on edge and I wanted so badly to roll on top of him and take him within me, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to know.

“Do you love me?”

His eyes never left mine. “Yes, Molly. I love you.”

He meant it, too. Oh my god. Joy and terror battled for my heart. Everything I had hoped for had just been laid at my feet, but it was so damned scary not knowing where to go next. I wanted him to be my future, but I didn’t even know what that meant, yet. I trembled as fresh doubts rose in a rushing tide.

“Jonathan,” I whispered, a desperate plea.

He gathered me against him, the grip of his strong arms leaving me feeling fragile and small, and he kissed me again, more slowly this time but without giving up any of the passion we had shared earlier.

“Let me show you,” he murmured against my lips.

Jonathan slid down my body and I shivered in anticipation. I made
him
burn? Just the thought of his mouth on my sex set me on fire, and every breath that tickled against my skin as he kissed and licked his way down my stomach had me squirming with eagerness. He knew how to draw it out so that by the time his tongue finally slid against the swollen pearl between my legs I was already halfway to orgasm.

He teased me at first with short, faint brushes against that aching, pink skin that burst in brief flares of pleasure then faded quickly—too quickly—back into aching need. I whimpered, begged, but it wasn’t until my fingers dug into the silken mass of his hair to draw him closer that he surrendered and gave me what I wanted. The slick tip of his tongue circled me again and again until my hips lifted from the bed and hot juices drenched the whole length of my tunnel.

I moaned as the warm blanket of his tongue abandoned my clit to plunge into my sopping hole, thrusting as deeply into me as he could manage, twisting and probing against my slick walls. With every lunge my hips rocked to meet him and the thick, bubbling pleasure which swelled low in my belly boiled hotter. Jonathan’s greedy tongue lapped against my lips, flickered along skin flushed and tingling with anxious heat, until he had tasted every part of me bared to his touch. When he had finally sated himself with my juices the smooth tip of his tongue swept back along to the knotted need at my root, lifting it so that he could suck it between his lips.

All the air exploded from my lungs in a ragged cry while unbearable pleasure speared straight down into my center until my clit seemed to ring like a bell, throbbing in a tense, desperate rhythm. Perhaps he could feel it, because his tongue stroked in time to the pulse beating through me. Licking and sucking, Jonathan’s mouth worked relentlessly to urge my body to new heights of sensation. He knew I was on the edge, teetering on the brink, and as he slid two fingers carefully into the tightness of my pussy Jonathan trilled the edge of his tongue against my clit. With another cry I arched up while gusts of bliss swirled up and over my raw skin with tendrils of flame, until the darkness around me filled with bright colors and I exploded against his face.

Panting from the intensity of my release I pushed myself away from him, too sensitive to be touched again until the last aftershocks of my orgasm subsided. It could only be for a few moments, though, for while the warm afterglow drifted down into my bones, my pussy still trembled with a wild craving to feel Jonathan’s cock filling me. Even if he went down on me a dozen times a day—if
only
!— it still wouldn’t have sated my need to have him inside of me.

When my breathing finally slowed Jonathan moved back up beside me and watched me with half-lidded eyes, his gaze heavy with a heady mixture of smug satisfaction and desire. The heat smoldering in that dark gaze re-awakened the twinge between my legs, made me throb with an intensity that left my muscles trembling. I wanted him—needed him—with a ferocity I had never felt before.

“
Now
, Jonathan.”

He moved and I caught a glimpse of his rigid manhood, silvered steel in the moonlight, before he moved below me. Those strong, hard hands gripped my ankles and lifted my legs while pulling me inexorably towards his eager erection. In only a moment my legs pressed against the hard plane of his chest and his cock head bumped against my bare bottom. I shuddered as I fought the urge to hammer myself against him until I captured his thick shaft, wanting it so badly that I could scarcely think straight. My only thought was that I needed it inside of me now.

Swiftly Jonathan adjusted my body against him and slid his cock against my slippery skin, working his way down to the right spot until his head popped into my entrance. I was wet and ready for him, but the suddenness took me by surprise and I gasped. Just as quickly I relaxed, eager to accept the rest of his burning hardness within me. He thrust hard into the slick grip of my tunnel and held himself buried inside as a long hiss of breath testified to the pleasure I gave him.

He moved slowly at first, knowing that it would take a little time after my first orgasm before I was ready for another, but there was no doubt in either of our minds that there
would
be another. Steadily, deliberately his cock drove into me, a full stroke each time so that his swollen balls struck me as he sank home. One arm tightened against my legs to squeeze me still more tightly against him, allowing him to press another fraction of an inch more deeply into me, claiming my darkest, tightest places.

As he settled into a rhythm I relaxed against him and let my head loll back, letting him take control and move at his own pace, content to simply enjoy the warmth spreading throughout my loins as his thick cock stretched me again and again. Between us the air hummed with our building tension, so thick I could barely manage to breathe it in, my flushed skin dying for a cool breeze to ease the growing heat. After a minute Jonathan’s free hand wandered down to my clit and his thumb rolled over my taut, throbbing lump. While he pounded me his thumb twisted against my clit until he brought me to the edge again. I moaned, desperate for him to finish me and send me flying once more, but I held on because this time I wanted him to come with me so we could sail into the abyss together. Sparks sizzled along my nerves, drawing my body taut and rigid with the need for release until I thought I must break. I clung to the present, fought to stave it off but couldn’t last; the muscles of my pussy and ass clenched tight and Jonathan gasped at the sudden fierce grip on his manhood. With a little moan of pleasure his hips pushed harder, ramming his rod into me so hard that it jarred my entire body.