I slide my hands up to the zipper on his jacket and tug it down, revealing the white shirt that’s underneath. I breathe in his musky scent and push the jacket over his shoulders, which he rolls to help me, his eyes never leaving me, watching my every movement. I look up at him; his eyes are burning straight through me, and it sends a thrill down my spine.
“I want you,” I say, my voice rough with need. “Now.”
We stare at each other for a second that lasts forever. And then Kyle’s arms wrap around me, tugging me forward and into his lap, his mouth finding mine with feverish desperation, biting and licking, exploring every inch of my mouth. I lift myself up, my hands on his cheeks, my nails digging into his skin as his hands dart under my shirt and press against my bare skin, his fingers spreading out around my hips. His handprints are like fire burning themselves against me, and he’s pulling me impossibly close.
I swing my leg over him and straddle his hips as I push him back, kissing him hungrily, not caring if we stop to take a breath. I want all of him. I feel like I’ve been suffocating, and, now that Kyle’s in front of me, I can finally breathe.
Questions burn in my mind. What did Kyle know? What did he suspect? Why is he accepting me back so easily? But they’re washed away on the tide of passion that is flowing between the two of us, a flickering flame bursting into a raging inferno as I tug at his shirt and pull it up over his firm abs, feeling his muscles contracting beneath my touch. We break the kiss and his back arches as I pull the shirt up and over his head before throwing it to the side.
“Tell me what you need,” Kyle pants.
“I need to touch you,” I reply.
If I can touch him, it means he’s really here, underneath me, and the nightmare is finally over. It means that all my wishes have come true. Jesse is somewhere that he can’t trouble me anymore, and Kyle is mine.
“I need to feel you,” I murmur into his ear.
I reach down and fumble with his belt, scooting back slightly so I can reach it. He’s rock hard in his jeans, and I palm his erection with one hand while I pull on the buckle with the other. He gives me a guttural groan, his hips jerking up at the pressure, his body writhing beneath me. I pull the buckle loose, finally, and thread the belt through before tugging it completely free. Then I pop the button and tug down the zipper.
I can see his penis straining against the soft material of his boxers. I lift myself and pull Kyle’s jeans down over his hips. He kicks his legs out to help me, and the jeans drop somewhere on the floor. He’s only in his boxers now, and his chest is heaving as he lowers his eyes to watch what I’m doing. I grin at him and then wrap my hand around his clothed erection.
He groans, low and deep, throwing his head back. I can feel the heat from his cock even through the material, but it isn’t enough. I pull back and tug his boxers down and over his legs, throwing them aside too. I look up.
“I need to taste you,” I say.
“Fuck…” Kyle moans, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath.
I push myself back even further and lean down. I blow softly over his cock which shudders at the feeling. He’s so hard already, and I’ve barely even touched him.
“Do you want me to suck you, Kyle?” I ask him.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Kyle groans out.
I smile at his reaction, wriggling a little on his legs. It feels heady to know that I can make him feel so deeply, to watch him come undone at my touch. I want to watch him fall to pieces underneath me, and to know that I was the one to do it, that he wanted me to do it.
I lean down, my eyes never leaving his, and lick the tip of his penis. His entire body shudders and he groans again, this time without words. I taste the leak on the top, swirling my tongue around it and licking my lips as he watches. His eyes flutter closed and he tosses his head back, too overwhelmed to say anything.
I press a soft kiss to the tip and the lick down the length of it, reaching up to hold his hips in place as they buck up violently, seeking more. I lick my way back up it again, lapping at it and tasting the salty sweat of his skin, and, when I reach the tip,
I open my mouth and wrap my lips around it, giving it an experimental suck.
“Fuck!” Kyle gasps.
I suck harder, bobbing my head down on his cock. His legs twitch underneath me, I shift to settle my weight more fully on them, keeping him from moving as much. I feel his hands run through my hair and tangle in the strands. He pulls lightly on my hair, and shivers run down my spine as I move down on his erection, taking as much of it into my mouth as I can.
“Shit, fuck, Allison,” Kyle groans.
I hum around his penis, sending vibrations through it, and Kyle’s entire body jerks. Fascinated by this reaction, I do it again, and Kyle’s hand tightens on my hair.
“You’re killing me,” he groans. “Fuck, Allison, it’s too much…”
I want to pull everything out of him. I breathe through my nose and relax my jaw, sucking insistently on his cock now, trying to draw an orgasm out of him. His hands clench and he tugs harshly on my long hair, both trying to stop me and keep me in place so he can feel more of me. Every brush of my clothes on my skin sends sparks through me, and my fingers dig into the skin of his hips, my nails scratching him. I’m gripping hard enough that I must be leaving bruises, but I don’t care. He doesn’t seem to, either, or perhaps we’re both just too far gone to think about it right now.
“Allison…” Kyle moans. “Stop… I’m going to…”
I chuckle around his erection and suck again. I know that he’s about to orgasm, and I’m driving him there as quickly as I can, wanting to see him fall apart beneath me. I release his hips and run my nails up his side, scratching lightly as his sweaty skin as I hollow my cheeks and suck one last time, my tongue licking the tip.
I feel him shudder, and then his cock twitches right before he comes. I taste his salty release, and I pull every last drop from him before I pull back, his flaccid penis finally relaxing. Kyle is panting, his eyes half-lidded as he watches me, his chest heaving.