Page 40 of Minor Trouble
Seth came and settled back on the sofa, sitting a little closer to me this time. I picked up the remote and pointed it at the television, ready to resume watching. Seth grasped my wrist, preventing me from doing so.
“Now we’re alone, can we talk?”
I stiffened, almost shrinking back into the sofa.
“It feels like you’ve been avoiding me.”
My green gaze dropped to my lap, so I didn’t have to look at him. “I think I was.”
Reaching over, he placed a finger beneath my chin and tilted my head to stare intensely at me. “Why?”
“Principal Collins asked if I was getting too involved with you.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” he whispered.
“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.”
His answer was to press his lips against mine, gathering me close for what started out as a gentle kiss, but quickly became harder and more passionate. Our tongues tangled, lips crashing against each other’s, bruising, hands roaming under clothes. The touch of his skin on the indent of my hip sent flutters through my entire body, coming to a cluster in my core. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched me like this.
“Seth,” I breathed.
He shifted his position, lying back on the sofa, his hand snaking around the back of my neck to control me moving on top of him. I straddled his hips, lowering myself down. Even beneath the fabric of our jeans, I could feel how hard he was getting from our clothed make-out session. I straightened and lifted my top up and over my head, leaving me in my bra.
A guttural sound escaped from Seth’s mouth as he fixated on my tits, front and center in the push up bra. He lifted his hands to them, tugging the cups down and exposing me to him. Without taking his gaze from mine, he took my left nipple between his fingers, rolling and worrying it, almost to the point of pleasurable pain. I gasped as his lips locked on to my right, his tongue flicking around the bud, dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh. My hands gripped his shoulders to steady myself, both from the perspective of balance and the deepening throb between my legs.
Seth pushed me away, reaching around and unclipping my bra. He pulled it down my arms and tossed it to one side. “Fuck, Ainsley, you’re so beautiful.” His tone was so low, I had to strain to hear him.
I wanted to see him, too and fisted the hem of his T-shirt, yanking the material up and off. Sculpted pecs and abs greeted me, and I almost mewled in delight. In response, Seth lifted his hips and the rock hardness of his erection thrust into me.
One corner of his mouth tilted. “Kinda thinking clothes aren’t really necessary right about now.”
He didn’t need to say another word. I slid off him, unzipping my jeans and pulling them off, along with my socks. His gaze ran over the length of my body.
“That thong,” he rasped. “I saw it the day I came to your apartment. I’ve been imagining you in it ever since.”
I swallowed hard, my hand slipping down to the front of the garment. “Did you imagine this?” Without breaking our gaze, I slid my fingers beneath the material, biting my lip as I ran them over my clit.
“Stop,” he commanded. “I want to be the one who makes you come.” He stood up and closed the distance between us, pressing me against his chest. His fingers replaced mine, rough and calloused. Even the sensation of his skin rather than mine had me wriggling on his palm. “Patience, you’re a needy little thing.” His breath in my ear had every single fiber of my being on red alert. Seth slowed the pace, every movement geared towards intensifying the prickles of satisfaction currently coursing through me. I could barely breathe, sucking in the air as best I could. His free hand trailed up my stomach, around the curve of my hips before finally coming to rest on the base of my spine. He held me immobile as I writhed against him, throwing my head back, feeling the tips of my hair brush against the center of my shoulder blades.
“Seth, please,” I murmured. “I’m so close.” Everything started to tilt, the white-hot burst of heat flooding through me, my insides clenching around his fingers, while his thumb massaged my clit.
“That’s it,” Seth groaned. “Come for me.”
I rested my head against Seth’s shoulder, unsure whether my unsteady legs would be able to hold me much longer. Screwing my eyes shut, I felt him withdraw his fingers, suddenly feeling empty.
After a second, he placed a thumb under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. “If I’m not inside you soon, I’m going to shoot my load in my boxers. And I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.”
His comment broke the intensity of the moment, but I knew I wanted it too. “Do you have a condom?”
He nodded, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet and producing a foil packet. I picked up his T-shirt from the floor and pulled it on.
“Then we should probably move this to the bedroom.” I held out my hand. Seth grasped it and followed me.
Once the door was firmly shut, neither of us wasted any time in getting naked. I lay in the center of the bed, Seth towering above me. His dick gently pressed my folds; I was already so wet for him that it would be easy for him to enter. A gasp escaped my lips as he slid inside, tenderly at first, then thrust harder. I cupped Seth’s ass, the tips of my fingers digging into the flesh, pulling him deeper into me. His lips skated along the side of my neck, teeth nipping at my earlobes, the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention. We rocked together, finding the best rhythm to get the maximum pleasure, and I lost myself in the emotion of it all. After everything we’d been through to that point, to finally move to the next level was everything I’d hoped for.
Seth’s dick pulsed, and he took my head in his hands, making me look at him. “I’m almost there, baby.” With one final thrust, he came, total Zen-like satisfaction settling over his handsome features.
Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the door open enough for someone to peer in and see what was going on. Surely I imagined it.
