Page 28 of Last First Date
The moaning sound coming from her throat tells me everything I want to hear. No more mister nice guy. Earlier, I promised I’d take my time and all that got me was blue balls and a squeaky-clean loft apartment. So this time, we’re going to do it the opposite of before. That means fast, hot, and dirty.
I wrap one hand around her throat and feel her pulse flickering right at the base of her jaw. I press her against the door and grind into her as we kiss, showing her how desperate and hard I am for her. Her head tilts back, pressing her neck into my hand until I can feel the noise she’s making vibrating deep in her throat.
I finally have to break our kiss to take a breath. “Darcy,” I mutter, “what are you doing to me, baby?”
Her eyes are closed and her eyelashes are dark half moons across the curve of her face. I want to touch the shadow of them there against the shape of her cheeks. I want to touch all of her, immediately. And then I want to do it again.
She takes a shaky breath and then her eyes drift open, but down and away from me. “Are you sure about this, Abernathy? Last chance to call it off.”
I rub my thumb against the hinge of her jaw, lifting her face toward mine. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my entire fucking life.” I nip at her luscious, pouting mouth, delighting in the way she responds to me.
Like she’s dying for me to touch her. Like I’m the only man she wants to kiss ever again.
Her hands twine around my back and she pulls me a little bit closer to her. I know that the way she’s wedged against my front door can’t be comfortable, especially after a long shift and with me rubbing myself against her like I’m going to hump her through the front door and out into the hallway, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Instead her breaths come faster from between her parted lips, and she moves her body against my aching cock, giving just as good as she’s getting. I watch the flush rise along her cheeks, her neck, and I can’t take my eyes away from where I’m touching her skin.
“You can slow down,” I murmur as I trace her neck with my teeth. “We don’t have to rush.” But the quick thrusts of my hardness against her prove that I’m lying. We’ve slowed down for long enough to drive us both crazy by now.
She makes a low growling sound in the back of her throat, somewhere between a purr and a moan. “The hell we don’t. You gave me the worst case of lady blue balls earlier and you’d better fix it.” Her pace increases as she chases her pleasure. Her dark eyes flick open and the look she pins me with is blazing hot and full of need.
“Would it make it better if you knew that I’ve been aching for you too?” I slide my hand down and find one of her nipples, a sharp point underneath the fabric of her shirt.
I trace the sharp peak with the lightest of touches with one thumb, and she makes that hungry, needy noise in her throat again. I can’t wait to taste her most tender parts and see what noises she makes then.
“I swear to God Abernathy, if I don’t hurry up and take your clothes off, I might die. Or else you might. One of those.” Her eyes flash at me, and she reaches for the waist of my pants as if she’s going to tear my clothes off right here, right now.
I lean against her and grab her hands with one of mine. She’s so tiny in my hand, but I know her well enough by now to know that she’s also really fucking strong. And fierce. And amazing.
“Now, now. The rule at my place is that Darcy always gets naked first.” I give her my best fake innocent look, complete with batting my eyelashes at her.
She bares her teeth at me, but I simply rub my aching dick against the hot vee between her thighs again and she visibly melts at the friction.
“Please, Thomas.” Her voice is trembling. “Please. I need you.”
I kiss her again roughly. “I know you what you need. But I’m the one in charge here, Darcy. And even when I’m on my knees for you, I’m in control.”
She shivers at my words, the obvious intent that’s burning through them. Or she’s shivering about the feel of my cock, which is throbbing with the need to be inside her. Either way, I’m winning this round.
“I’m going to let you go now, but you put your hands up against the wall behind you and don’t move them again until I say you can.”
Her eyes slide shut again, and she nods repeatedly.
“Good girl,” I murmur and release my grip on her. Her hands smack against my door so fast I don’t even have time to take a breath.
I reach for her pants and unbutton them, then slide them roughly down the curves of her hips and her taut, muscled legs. “Step out of these, baby.”
She does exactly what I want for a change. And for that reason alone, I can tell she’s every bit as desperate for me as I am for her.
I lick my lips at the sight of her pussy in her tiny little white panties. “Open your eyes now, baby. You’re not going to want to miss this.”
Once she’s looking at me, I give her my dirtiest smile, full of promise of what’s to come. “Keep your eyes open. You’re going to watch me when I finally get to taste your delicious pussy. I want you to see what the taste of you does to me.”
She shivers again, and I slide my fingertip across the front of her panties, where she’s already visibly wet for me. I can smell her arousal, and the fact that she’s so close already is enough to drive me wild.
“Are you watching?” I lick my lips as she nods furiously.
Then I slide my tongue across her slit, rubbing the thick, flat portion over where her clit must be, but with the white cotton preventing us from making direct contact. I can already taste her, but the fabric between us prevents us both from having what we really want in this situation, and that tension is driving us both even higher.
