Page 104 of Kissing Games
A sudden worry stabbed him in the nuts. ‘Is your entire family inside?’
She shook her head.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
‘Are we driving this to their house?’ How could he driveandhave sex? He’d take out half the car park within seconds.
‘No, and not yet,’ she replied with a grin. ‘We have a driver, Miguel, who is sleeping in the cab. I’m going to take you on a little holiday before you meet everyone. This is our home for the next few days.’
She pressed a button on a key fob, and a small section of the bus slid up with a quiet hiss, revealing an entrance hall with marble tiles and glossy wood panelling. Warm LED lights were embedded in the floor, and lanterns on the wall flickered as if they contained real candles.
‘Holy shit.’
Valentina giggled. ‘I know. Wait till you see the rest. It’s at least twice as big as my apartment in LA.’ She squeezed his hand. ‘Come on, I’ll give you the tour.’
He looked at her. ‘Valentina, the only thing I want to see in there is you.’
The door was still closing behindthem when Charlie’s shirt hit the floor, buttons pinging off in all directions. Valentina was on the intercom to Miguel telling him they were ready to leave, so he figured the fastest way to get them both undressed was to start on himself. His hands were too shaky to undo the buttons so he’d ripped his shirt apart to get it off.
‘Get naked,’ he growled as she said goodbye to Miguel. ‘Now.’
Her cheeks were flushed and she giggled uncontrollably. She shucked off her jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. He was only vaguely aware they were in some kind of open-plan living area and that the bus was moving.
‘Just chuck them on the floor, Valentina,’ he said desperately.
He removed the last of his clothes as she turned back to face him. He stood before her, hot, naked and hard, his cock jerking against his belly. She gasped.
He spread his hands wide. ‘All my clothes, versus,’ he pointed to the chair, ‘onejacket. Come on, Valentina, is that all you’ve got?’
She looked at him, a dangerous glint in her eye, and a bolt of electricity shot through him. She took off her shoes. Charlie tried to calculate how many items of clothing now lay between them.Dress, pants, bra?She sauntered slowly towards him, licking her lips. What was she doing? Before his brain could catch up, she dropped to the floor and had his cock in her mouth.
‘Holy fuck!’
One hand cupped his balls, the other grasped his shaft as she sucked him. He couldn’t breathe. His body was stabbed with sensation, his cock the centre of an inferno. He flailed his arms out, connecting with a cupboard. He gripped the handle, his body strained with tension. Her hot tongue swirled around the head, rubbing on the sensitive underside, her hands pulling out more pleasure. His jaw was clenched to the point of pain, his teeth grinding. As his lungs laboured to get enough air, he fought to hold onto his sanity. Was this really happening? He glanced down, then threw his head back with a cry.
‘Fuuuck!’ he yelled, his voice hoarse.
The image of her lips stretched around his cock, her small hand pumping him up and down was burned into his brain. His body was pulsing, flying apart in waves, then violently contracting back into a white-hot nucleus at the base of his spine. It was too much. He couldn’t keep it together.
‘Please, Valentina,’ he gasped. ‘Wait.’
She stopped moving and he held his breath, all the muscles of his body fighting back the onrushing climax. He felt the tide turn and let go of his breath, his chest heaving. He looked down at her and she gave him a devilish grin, darting her tongue out to lick up his slit. He jerked back with a cry, bashing into the cabinet behind him.
‘Valentina,’ he growled.
‘Yes, Charlie?’ she purred.
Fuck!He reached down, grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. She giggled. He slapped her bottom and she shrieked with laughter. He slapped it again and she moaned.Holy shit.He pulled the bottom of her dress up and the silk of her underwear down. He ran his hand over the smooth plumpness of her backside, feeling her squirm against him, her thighs squeezing. He brought his hand away and she started to pant. He waited a few tantalising seconds, then slapped her lightly again. She moaned deeper.Holy fucking fuck. He rubbed her cheek in wider and wider circles, then suddenly slapped her again.
‘Oh, god,’ she gasped. ‘Charlie.’
He caressed her cheek and stroked between her legs to her sopping core. She bucked against him, trying to reach his fingers. He pushed slowly into her tightness. She cried out, clawing at his back. He pumped in and out. She was so fucking hot and so fucking wet. He had to taste her. He slid his fingers out and she whimpered. He pulled her underwear off and lay her down on a polished wood dining table, then sank to his knees, spread her legs, and plunged his tongue deep into her sweetness.
‘Charlie!’
She clenched around him, shuddering and shaking. He licked her clitoris, growling, feeling her pleasure scorching down through him. Each time she cried out he was struck by another lightning bolt. Getting her off, feeling her losing it was the ultimate high. Her breathing was changing, shortening into urgent gasps, whipping his own desire into a frenzy. He worked two fingers inside her, curling them up to rub against her top wall. She thrashed around him as he lapped at her clit furiously. He increased the pressure with his fingers, pressing hard as she went off with a scream. Her thighs clamped around his head like a vice, her body stiffening, then convulsing. Her inner muscles tightened, then hot fluid gushed over his hand. She tried to push him away but he held her to him, a stupid grin of satisfaction on his face.
‘Oh my god, Charlie. What just happened? I’m so sorry!’ She pushed onto her elbows, still breathing heavily.
