He licked his lips, and I watched his mouth as mine opened. Shit. And then he leaned forwards, his hand on my leg, hot through the denim, his breath warm on my open lips. Fuck, I wanted him. Not for the money, not to seal the deal, or get him on side, or take away my nerves for the big double-fucking that was heading my way.
Just because.
His lips brushed mine, and his eyes were dark, his lashes so close they tickled my skin.
“Kiss me,” I whispered. “Please…”
He paused, hovering so close. “This is a grey area…”
Carl.
The thought was a spray of cold water, and I blinked, shifted, put my hand on his chest and moved away. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean…”
He took hold of my thigh, strong hands pulling me back, hitching my leg over his to spread me wide. Even in denim, I felt exposed. “A grey area,” he said. “Not a no-go area.”
“But Carl…”
“Carl knows you’re here. He knows I want this.”
My breath was nothing but a hiss. “But you said… together, or not at all…”
“We usually mean it…”
Usually? I gasped as his tongue touched my cheek, moved down to my neck. He kissed my throat, and I squirmed, sinking down, letting my thighs fall open. “Fuck…”
“No sex…” he whispered. “We can’t… but just a kiss… one little kiss can’t be wrong…”
I moaned as his mouth pressed to mine, and my lips were already open, welcoming his tongue. His piercing felt so good, so nice as it circled my tongue. He pressed me into my seat, my head tipped back and at his mercy, and I could feel his hard-on as he moved, the swell against my thigh as he sucked my mouth, sucking my tongue deep into his. I had nothing but breath and need, and it turned me from rational Katie to some other Katie I didn’t recognise. A Katie who wanted this guy so bad I twisted my fingers in the tangle of his hair and gripped him tight. A Katie who rubbed her thigh against the swell in his crotch and fought back the urge to dig her way inside his clothes.
Just a kiss.
But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a writhing, heavy, free-for-all, our mouths clamped together as we made out like two horny teenagers, only Rick was no teenager. His kiss was skilled, and dirty and deep, so horny it made my clit spark, my pussy throbbing against the seam of my jeans. He read my body, pressed his hand to my crotch, rubbing me hard through the stiff fabric.
“I want you,” I breathed into his mouth. “Fuck, I want you.”
His fingers teased me, his rhythm steady between my legs. “What I’d fucking give to see how wet you are…” I groaned as he pressed hard. “I bet you’re fucking sopping. Your sweet little pussy so fucking wet for me.”
I held his wrist, encouraged his movements. “Please… Oh fuck, yes, please…”
“I wish…” he rasped. “How I fucking wish. I’m so fucking hard… What I’d give to explode inside your hot little slit… what I’d fucking give…”
“Dirty boy,” I groaned. “I love your dirty mouth.”
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want…”
My senses were reeling, my body jerking against his hand. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I want your gorgeous fucking cock in me…”
“Nice,” he smiled against my cheek. “More…”
My voice was just a whisper. “I want to feel you inside… I want you to fuck me, hard… I want you to take my ass, and make me fucking squeal…”
“You want to be stretched, little girl? Is that what you fucking want?”
Oh fuck, my clit was clanging like a church bell. “Yes… oh, fuck, please… I want you to stretch me…”
“Gonna open you up so fucking wide,” he growled. “Gonna take your fucking cunt with two fat cocks, stretch you nice and fucking big… two big fucking dicks in your sweet little pussy… gonna feel so fucking dirty… gonna feel so fucking tight…”
“Yes…”
“Wanna see all the way inside you… all the way into your pink fucking hole…”
“Yes…”
“Gonna make you wet… make you stretch… make you fucking gape for me…”
The heel of his palm, so hard against my clit. “Fuck…” I ran my fingers down his chest, over his abs, until I found the swell in his pants. I squeezed him through his jeans. “Fuck me…”
“I fucking shouldn’t…” he groaned. “Fuck…” But he was grinding against my hand, moving over me.