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First published April 16, 2013
He leaned his elbow on the bar and looked me square in the face. "I got exes who might try to tell you I treated them like servants. They were all fond of telling me a smuch, anyhow. But I work hard. I've got needs. If they don't get me to my satisfaction, I get grouchy."
"Charming."
"And I'm not. But I spend forty to fifty hours a week at everybody's beck and call. When I'm off, I want what I want, the way I want it."
"This is your room, so I'm letting you get your way--"
"Letting me?"
"Come by my place some weekend and maybe I'll show you mine."
"Your way doesn't sound like it takes no for an answer."
"You're welcome to find out."
"Good night, Kelly."
He straightened. "See you beneath me on the gym floor tomorrow."
"More what?" Another kiss, another hot exhalation.
I spoke from some thoughtless, honest place. "I don't trust myself around you. This way."
"There's something between us," he murmured. "We're just doing what it's asking."
"It feels like I'm just doing what you ask."
"And you don't like that?" As he said it, his fingers traced my lips through my panties, cock pressing close. Heat flashed, dizzying me.
I swallowed a moan, scrabbling for words. "I like it now. I'm afraid I'll wish I hadn't done so much in the morning. It feels good, but it won't last."
"That's what pleasure is."
He spoke right against my neck, lips tickling my skin.
"Feel that?"
"Yeah."
"Feel how bad I want you?"
He pressed roughly against me, a thrust that would've made us lovers if not for my last stitch of clothing. I answered with a little moan.
"You're so wet," he whispered. He rubbed my clit, letting his length tease my lips with the friction of wet cotton. I felt the flex of his hips as he thrust, muscle as hdd as his dick. "I can't wait to feel you."
"Six thirty," he said, slamming the passenger door. "We'll grab dinner."
"Yeah, sure. We'll grab dinner. We'll grab one drink, and nothing else will get grabbed for the rest of the night."
"Fine."
He leaned on the bar, arm flexed, head resting on his hand. "I know you feel this, too."
"If everyone acted on every impulse they had, we'd all be obese and syphilitic and a hundred grand in debt from the home-shopping channel."
"When's the last time you spent a whole weekend just fucking?"
I laughed. "Never. Who does that?"
"We could."
"That sounds very…abrasive."
"Sex doesn't have to be some chore you do on Saturday nights after your husband rubs your feet. Come over, and let me show you a good time. Lemme have my way with you, like in your bed the other night. Was that really so bad?"
"Listen. I like you. And I want you. I'm inviting you to come over so we can explore the thing that's between us. I know you feel it, same as me. I'm offering you a chance to shut your brain off for a weekend, so we can spoil each other's bodies rotten. Let me boss you around and I promise you'll find out I give twice as good as I get. I'm not gonna try to fuck your ass or dress you up like a hooker--"
"Be still my heart. Kelly Robak, you charmer, you."
"There's four things a real man has to be able to do for a woman."
"Exactly how many man-lists do you have?"
He let my wrist go and ticked the items off on his fingers. "Fix her car. Grill her a steak. Kick the ass of any guy who makes her cry. And fuck her so hard she wakes up half-crippled."
"Oh my God." For a moment I just blinked at the gall of him. "You're…You are ridiculous. Goodnight, Kelly." I got up, heading for the exit. I realized my mistake a millisecond before he called me on it.
"Said I can fix your car, not teleport it from two towns over."
I swiveled. "I'm sure a real man can call a woman a cab, can't he?"
And just remember that sadness is like rain. Keep reminding yourself it'll pass.
"Whatever happened to you being Mr. Control, and me just keeping my pretty mouth shut?"
"Guess I like what comes out of your mouth, as much as I care about what might go in."
“Right now, though, the world spun on Kelly’s c~ck. The sun rose and set around it, and I wanted it like I’d never known I could want anything.”
“I watched him go, a tower of lean muscle and scar tissue camouflaging more secrets than I’d realized.”
“I spend forty to fifty hours a week at everybody’s beck and call. When I’m off, I want what I want, the way I want it.”
“He smiled back. “I’m not awake enough to be a bossy dick yet.”
“He was the best lover I’d ever had. So far ahead of the competition, I couldn’t even recall their names or faces.”
***
“My mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn’t lie. He felt like more than a single person. Two hands, a hard body, a mean voice. A one-man orgy. I’d leave here limping, just as he’d promised.”
***
“You ever been f~cked by a man’s mouth?” The way he said it, I knew he wasn’t talking about any kind of oral I’d experienced. I’d been teased and spoiled and serviced by guys’ mouths, but no, I hadn’t been f~cked…”
“His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…”
“…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.”
“I studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue...”
“His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.”
“Behind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion
“His mood-ring eyes were neutral gray, summer clouds that threatened no rain.”
What we have between us is strong and stupid.
Just us two, stripped and spent, hearts beating together in the dark.
"We got a little something between us, don't we?"
...Behind whatever blank expression I'd managed to slap on my face, my common sense and my libido were rolling around pulling each other's hair, slapping and spitting and fighting to come out on top. Or underneath Kelly Robak, in the case of my libido.
"I just felt like... Like, shit, this sex is insane. And if I don't remind myself constantly that it's just sex, I'll start trying to make it mean something more. It's hard to not get attached to someone, when they can make you feel that good. And you're so attracted to them. Plus a part of me didn't want to like you, that way. You make me feel weaker than I'm comfortable feeling..."I love the brutal honesty between these two. They communicate well and are beyond intense in bed!! Erin struggles with her desire for Kelly vs her need to not be dependent on him. You can't be disappointed, if you have no expectations from the start.
I trusted Kelly, and that scared me a little. Skeptiscm and distrust had been the walls keeping my heart safe, keeping falling for him a convient impossibility. If I trusted him, was attracted to him, respected him and felt respected in return...Fuck, what else did a woman need?
Kelly laughed and his smile caught me off guard, It changed his face, like clouds had broken and a big beam if Jesus-light had shot down from heaven to paint the world gold.
" I just want to feel needed by somebody who deserves whatever I got to offer."
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His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform. Clear eyes, pretty and cold as ice.
”You don’t look like a Kelly.”
One of his eyebrows twitched. “No? What do I look like?”
A Lance, maybe a Butch. Brutus. Killer. “I dunno. Just not a Kelly.”
”I’m real my-way-or-the-highway. Got no patience when things don’t go how I want them to.”
“How so?”
He leaned his elbow on the bar and looked me square in the face. “I got exes who might try to tell you I treated them like servants. They were all fond of telling me as much, anyhow. But I work hard. I’ve got needs. If they don’t get met to my satisfaction, I get grouchy.”
“Charming.”
“Come to my place, some weekend.” His voice was low and deadly serious.
“What for?”
“Sex.”
“There’s something between us,” he murmured. “We’re just doing what it’s asking.”
“It feels like I’m just doing what you ask.”
“And you don’t like that?” As he said it, his fingers traced my lips through my panties, cock pressing close. Heat flashed, dizzying me.
My breath was shallow, cheeks fevered, lips swollen. Drunk again. Drunk on Kelly.
“Jesus,” I muttered.
“Got a better name you can say, if you want.”
“I’m gonna make you come,” he said. “Tell me.”
“You are.” Oh, he was. His bossy words alone had me close.
“I’m what?”
“You’re going to make me come.”
A smug hmm at my ear, wet fingertips at my clit, hungry cock begging for entrance. He pulled my panties aside. I froze. But it was his fingers that taunted my folds, not his cock.
“So tempting,” he muttered.
“Someday you’ll give yourself to me,” he said matter-of-factly. “Let me have whatever I want, do whatever I say.”
It would’ve been a pretty pompous announcement if I hadn’t suspected it was completely true.
“I’ll have you pleading for my cock.” He pumped me with his fingers, hips mirroring the rhythm. “Can’t wait to hear you beg.”
“I’m gonna make you so wet.”
The words alone were realizing his promise.
He fanned his fingers, thumbs tracing the uppermost creases of my thighs and the hems of my panties.
“I’m gonna make you want me so bad it’ll hurt,” Kelly whispered. “Make you want me so much, you’ll come the second my cock sinks inside you.”
“Oh God.”
“Say my name.”
“Kelly.”
“Good. You got permission to say that anytime you like. Now tell me what you want from my cock.”
“Whatever you’ll give me.”
Another of those nasty chuckles hummed in my ear, and his fucking fingers slowed. “Good answer, sweetheart.”
It occured to me then that Kelly and I were friends. Actual friends who were genuinely interested in each other's lives. A perfectly platonic scene... if not for the fact that we wanted desperately to fuck each other.
- Isn't it one of the most perfect beginnings of a relationship?
"When I say I want to possess a woman for a day, maybe a whole weekend, it's like I'm inviting her to a dinner party. I'm making exactly the food I want, serving the drinks I like, planning everything. But she's a guest. Just because I'm in charge doesn't mean I won't serve her a damn good meal."
- Yes, please!