Graham
Of all theways I thought this night would end, this is not it. Not even close. I thought I was going to drink a little with the guys, then head home. But the night took a turn with Reed and the guys ordering round and round of shots, and then, the next thing I knew, I was dry-humping Emery against the wall outside of the bar.
Emery fucking Davidson.
Goddamn, I must be dead and this is heaven. Surely as fuck, this can’t be real. Honestly, heaven comes in the form of a short brunette that would bust my balls in a split second. That shit does it for me.
Well… Emery does it for me. Which is fucking dumb, seeing as how her brother will have my nuts in a jar for even looking at her. Actually, that’s wrong.
Emery will have my nuts in a jar for evenlookingat her. Except, I must have entered the pearly white gates, and she’s my gift from the big man upstairs since I’m practically a born-again virgin. My vow of celibacy and all.
Clumsily, she tries putting the key into the lock on her front door but keeps missing the keyhole. When I close my hand over hers and take the jangling keys from her, her ocean blue eyes connect with mine, and she pounces on me, causing the keys to fall to the floor with a loud clink.
Her hands thread in the strands of my too long hair, and she pants against my lips as her tongue battles with mine. I feel her moan all the way to my cock.
We’re basically fucking with our clothes on against her front door, and I sincerely hope I don’t have to come face to face with her neighbors. Reaching down, I hoist her up as her legs lock around my waist.
“Keys,” she mumbles against my lips, never fully taking hers off mine. Without pausing, I hold onto her by her ass and squat down, blindly reaching for them. Fuck, the hallway spins as I bend down, the whiskey going straight to my head, but I somehow manage to pick them up. When I get a firm grip on the keys, she breaks the kiss, to point out the right one, and I easily open the door, taking us inside.
It’s not the first time I’ve been inside her house, since the guys and I helped her move in, but it’s the first time I’ve been inside with her pussy against my cock and her lips against my neck.
Using my foot, I slam the door shut and toss the keys somewhere on the floor. I’m scared if I stop, she’ll start to overthink the situation and I don’t want this to fucking end.
Not when it’s just getting started. Not when I’m so close to being able to finally fucking have her.
I feel her hand reach between us, hiking her skirt up, revealing a smooth plane of black silk that has my mouth literally watering. Fuck, I want to taste her. I want to fuck her until the only name she can moan is mine, until she’s falling apart around my dick. Glancing up, I catch her gaze, and she groans, “Touch me.”
A plea. She’s as desperate as I feel.
Happily, I oblige, my fingers sliding across her pussy, the silk beneath my fingertips feeling like the softest, most erotic thing I’ve ever touched.
I can feel how wet she is, and I’m not pausing. Not letting this spell we’re under to break. I wrap the flimsy material around my fingers and pull, tearing it free from her body. She yelps, squirming against the tent of my pants.
“God damnit Graham.”
“What?” I’m still clutching the tattered silk.
Her lips find mine again in an urgent kiss, but she pulls back. “Those were expensive as fuck, but that was so hot.”
I smirk and run my thumb along the seam of her pussy, dipping inside her slightly. My eyes never leave her as she drops her head backward and moans.
It’s the best sound in the goddamn world.
My thumb brushes along her clit lightly, and she arches against my fingers, begging,“More.”
I slide two fingers inside her, cursing inwardly with how tight she is, knowing I’m not going to last long once I’m inside of her. Say what you want, but there’s not a fucking chance.
I’m already about to come in my pants like a fucking teenager with how badly I want her.
Pressing her back against the door, I fuck her with my fingers, slow and unhurried, until she’s squirming in my arms. She’s a panting mess as she tries to hold on, climbing higher and higher.
“Fuck me.” She moans against my ear as she rides my fingers.
“You sure?”
She nods adamantly, reaching between us to palm my cock through my jeans. “Now.” Her fingers fumble with the button of my jeans, popping it free, then tugs my zipper down.
I don’t actually want to fuck her against the front door, but neither of us seem to want to pause to make it to another surface in her house. I want to lie her down and spend the rest of the night fucking her into oblivion.