JENNIE
Lisa lowered her mouth to mine, and the moment our lips touched, every inch of me exploded with longing. This kiss started tentative. Controlled and aware. But I was engulfed by it, consumed by it, and the sensation drove me crazy.
A single breath was all it took for us to find our rhythm. Her lips were pliant against mine as I matched her and charged forward, slipping my tongue into her greedy mouth. This kiss was passionate and dangerous. It built, layer upon layer, until we were both breathless and urgent.
She seized my hips in her sure hands and steered me around, pressing me back against the kitchen island, where the edge of the cold granite bit into the small of my back through the thin cotton tank top I was wearing. Neither of us let up, though. I was wild and out of control, too wrapped up in this thrilling kiss to care.
It was almost brutal, the way she attacked my mouth. I moaned and clutched fistfuls of her t-shirt, wanting it gone between us. Our kiss was even more reckless, but beautiful too. The need between us was so powerful.
She let out the softest sigh when I gave up on tugging at her shirt and slipped a hand under the hem, resting my fingers on the warm, hard ripple of muscles across her stomach. The sound of her affected breath shot straight through me. It was a live wire. A jolt of electricity, spurring her on. Her hands on my hips slid forward, focusing on the snap and zipper of my shorts.
"I'm going to put my hand down your pants unless you stop me," she uttered in my ear.
I wasn't aware of anything but Lisa.
Subconsciously, I knew Felix and his friends were downstairs, and how terrible this would be if we were caught. There were consequences, and Lisa's were much worse than my own. But it wasn't revenge that allowed her to undo the metal snap of my shorts with a silent click, or drop my zipper, one slow tooth at a time. I didn't care about my ex-boyfriend. Every nerve ending in my body clamored for the woman before me. I clung to Lisa, not saying a word, but urged her onward with my eyes and the arch of my back.
Also, the fourth step from the top had a terrible creak in it, so we'd hear anyone coming, and she'd positioned her broad back to block me from view.
Once she had my shorts undone, she left them sitting there open and hanging low on my hips. I had on black silk panties trimmed with white lace, and her fingertips traced over the sensitive skin at the top edge while her mouth latched onto the side of my neck.
I shuddered.
How could I not? Lisa's delicate strokes at the lace over my belly promised pleasure, and I was fucking eager for it. I craved release. All the tension between us had been winding the last nine days until I was so tight, I was going to break wide open. I was grateful for the counter at my back so I could use it for support.
"Stop me," she whispered. "Please. Tell me you want to stop."
She was begging me like it was her only way out, but I wasn't in control any more than she was. How could I tell her to stop? I wanted her to do it. I needed her to. The fire inside me was insatiable.
When fooling around, I'd always been quiet, but Lisa made bold and powerful thoughts bubble to the surface. It unhinged the filter on my mouth. "Do it," I whispered. "I want you to."
Surprised pleasure snapped through her. "Yeah?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Her fingers curled into a half fist and inched below the lace trim. The hard edges of her fingernails scraped lightly as she raked them down into my panties, working deeper until she found the spot she wanted.
I rose onto the balls of my feet, my flip-flops squealing against the tile.
We both exhaled loudly at the same time. I was wet. So fucking wet, I was drenched, and her chestnut-brown eyes hooded with lust. Her other hand went behind my back to support me as she buried her thick fingers beneath my clothes. Her touch was pure bliss. I leaned on the island, my elbows slamming into the polished stone counter, and threw my head back until I was staring at the decorative lighting fixture positioned overhead.
I gripped the edge of the counter and moaned as she stirred careful circles over my clit. The tiniest touch from her caused me to flinch and shiver. Ecstasy rocketed up and down my spine like lightning. Her mouth was pressed against the side of my neck, and my hair fluttered with her rapid, uneven breathing.
Like last time, I was both feverishly hot and frigid cold. My nipples tightened and protruded through my unlined bra and tank top, as if wanting to be closer to her. It sent me into chaos. The way her skillful fingers stroked and touched me, I was going to melt into a puddle.
It felt dirty, but in a good way. Like when you went off to summer camp and they took you on a mud hike, encouraging you to smear the thick, cold mud on your skin. Years of programming had told me not to get my clothes dirty, but it was freeing when I finally got to let loose.
That was how I felt now about what I was doing.
I reveled in the wrongness of Lisa.
I marveled at how perfectly her hands sizzled across my nerve endings and brought me closer to the brink with every twitch. I shook with desire and lust, throwing aside insecurities and rules, and surrendered to my most basic craving. Was I going to come? Panic simmered toward a bubbling boil. I'd only orgasmed a few times with Felix, and I'd felt weirdly embarrassed about it. Enough that whenever it happened, I did my best to stay quiet and not let on. I wasn't comfortable having him watch me when I was so vulnerable and out of control.
With what Lisa was doing now, staying quiet seemed like it'd be fucking impossible. Her pace increased, and I swallowed a ragged breath. I was half out of my mind, not even sure I was speaking, or what I was saying. "Oh God, I'm going to . . ."
Lisa's lips moved against the base of my neck, "Mm-hmm," she mumbled.
Like this had been her master plan, and she was just letting me in on it now. As if she were giving me permission to come, to fall to pieces in her arms.
I did.
And I did it with as quiet of a whimper as I could. I turned my head blindly into her and groaned, letting her hear the ecstasy ripple through my body. Her arm around my back tightened at the same instant her fingers stopped moving and pressed against my throbbing clit. It lengthened my pleasure until it was so strong, I could barely breathe.
The orgasm receded, but Lisa did not. She held me still and sure, dropping kisses against my parted lips. As the sensation drifted away, I felt both relaxed and twitchy. Anxious with need for something I couldn't quite figure out. Just wanting . . . more.
I pushed off the counter as her hand withdrew from inside my shorts, and before she could do anything else, I palmed the large bulge straining down one leg of her jeans. Air left her lungs in a burst and her hips moved instinctively, pushing forward into my touch.
I was a tit-for-tat kind of girl with the boys I'd been with. Always reciprocating, even if I wasn't that into it. But today was decidedly different. I wasn't touching her out of obligation, I was rubbing her erection through her jeans because I fucking wanted to. My fingers ached to learn the feel of her.
"Jesus," she said. She pumped her hips again, urging me to move along her length, and then abruptly froze. Her eyes cleared of fog as she blinked, and her pupils focused on me. "Go get in your car."
I turned into a statue and nearly shrieked it. "What?" She was kicking me out?
"Move it down the street," she said, hurried. "The house for sale at the end of the road has been vacant and on the market for six months. If you park by the garage, no one will notice."
I stared up at her. My brain was so clouded with lust, I was slow to keep up with what she was telling me to do. She wanted me to move my car, so when Felix's friends left, no one would see it.
No one would know I was still here.
Lisa's voice softened until it was silk. "Come up the balcony stairs on the side of the house."
Because the balcony was attached to her bedroom.
Panic burned slowly and grew in her eyes when I hesitated. Did she understand what she was asking? Us in her bed was a very, very bad idea.
She put her palm over my hand still cupping her through her pants and pressed, molding me to her erection. "Feel how much I fucking want you, Jennie. Please say yes."
"Yes." It came from me instantly, no time to think about it.
She gave me a rushed kiss and stepped back, releasing me.
My flip-flops squeaked on the hardwood floor as I turned and went for the front door. The orgasm still lingered, buzzing in my system, and fueled me as I stepped outside into the late afternoon heat and propelled myself toward my car.
I focused only on my task, rather than why I was doing it. And as I parked in the driveway down the street, my car tucked behind the garage and hidden from view, the alarms in my head jumped to full volume. They were so steady and consistent, it made them easier to tune out.
As I walked back to the Manoban house, I distracted myself by staring at the dark storm clouds off on the horizon. Thunder growled quietly in the distance. The air was heavy with humidity and charged with electricity. It only added to the vibrating feeling coursing through me.
I took the wrought-iron stairs on the spiral staircase one step at a time. All I did was put one foot in front of the other until I reached the small landing at the top, and the door swung open.
My breath stuck in my lungs at the sight of her. Her dark eyes studied me like I might not be real, and I felt a little like that. What was I doing here? How was it possible this gorgeous woman wanted me, when she shouldn't?
I wasn't able to move from my spot on the landing, but when Lisa curled her hands around my waist and walked me into the room, my body followed her willingly, and her gaze never left mine.
Her room was dim. Deep blue paint on the walls, dark furniture, and the overcast light from outside didn't seem to breach the two windows on either side of her enormous, four-post bed.
Oh, God. There it was.
The bed.