Chapter 3
The Hunted
Nick
Ever heard of seven minutes in heaven? Yeah, I saw it.
Behind closed doors in the den of the wolf, my tongue was baptized anew. They say your first kiss tastes like lemons but mine tastes like whiskey and had a dulling effect.
She stopped kissing me, and stared deeply. Her blue eyes scanned every inch of my face. She closed my eyes with her left hand and with her right she held my neck but her grip wasn't tight enough to kill but enough to make me want air.
I slowly opened my mouth and she closed it with hers. I could feel her breathe into my mouth. We exchanged oxygen for some seconds. She stopped and brought her groin close to my stomach. I think she contemplated grinding against me but reconsidered.
"Open your mouth," it was her command.
I did as I was told. I could feel her tongue cleaning my mouth. She stretched out her tongue and saliva trailed from her mouth and rested in mine. I swallowed.
"I like it," she said, "The kiss, that was…"
"I know, it was beautiful," I said.
"So how was it?"
"It tasted like brandy."
We both laughed about it. She had a beautiful laugh. I took another look at her body. She had faint signs of well-toned abs. Her breasts seemed like they would be bigger if her bra wasn’t in the way. My eyes settled on her lap and thighs. She was a little curvy.
“If I didn’t know better Mr. Parker, I would say you were undressing me with your eyes,” she smiled and held my head burying my face between her chest.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized but I didn’t regret my actions.
“Hey, isn’t it unfair I’m the only one shirtless?” she said and started taking off my shirt.
I didn’t protest as the shirt went over my head. Maybe it was the brandy she had but her cheeks were a light shade of red.
Aria
This guy was definitely for me. I mean sure I had said this about other guys but this time what I felt was different. If it was anyone else, I would be in a hurry to fuck them, but here I was savoring him bit by bit and enjoying every minute of it.
Another sign to show I was reacting differently to him was because I was a little embarrassed to be seen half-naked by him. Despite the fact I was dying to see what he had stashed away under the shirt, the main reason for suggesting he’d take it off was so that I could see him a little more embarrassed.
I stared at his chest, he had barely any chest hair at all. His chest was beautiful and adorned with two lovely nipples. His stomach was hard, he didn’t look muscular but he had quite the form and body.
Using the tippy tips of my fingers, I touched his abs and his body jerked. We were both surprised by the reaction.
“I swear I didn’t know I reacted, ah..” his defense was cut short as I touched his side.
“You’re… You’re ticklish?” I could feel the grin on my face touch my ears.
“No... don’t you dare…” he tried to push me off but I started tickling him enough to make him laugh out loud.
“Stop.. stop... I’m going to pee,” he held my hands still aching from laughter.
I want to see you pee.
Huh? What was that thought right now?
I got off of him before I could act on my weird urges. For some odd reason, I wanted to restrain myself in front of him.