Page 14 of Spiteful Lies
“No, I’d have punched Pierce.” She sits up and looks out the balcony window at the setting sun. The fading purple light is captured in her eyes, and I move in closer. Astrid bounces off the bed and stands up, moving toward the glass. She presses her nose to the glass, and her reflection smiles at me.
“But I don’t do that anymore ’cause I’m a fucking lady.” Astrid’s blue eyes sparkle, and she no longer glares at me the way she used to. She’s even prettier when she laughs. Grinning, Astrid tilts an eyebrow. “And what are you thinking about?”
I get up off the bed and walk over to her. I lean in close until our noses almost touch. “Kissing you, of course.”
She lowers her eyes and stares at my lips. Astrid grabs my shoulders as she rises on her toes, kissing me deeply. Forgetting the rest of the world, I melt into her. The tip of her tongue traces the curve of my bottom lip. And I return her kiss, wrapping my hands around her waist and tugging her against me. The temperature in the room starts to make me sweat, though that’s probably not the reason.
Astrid grabs the handle on the balcony door and pulls it open. A chilly wind whips into the room, and hugging her shoulders, she steps outside. “That feels better,” she says, “We were fogging up the glass.”
“Does the cold air bother you?” I ask.
She gives me a look and then grins. “I was born and raised in this state. My body temperature is as cool as granite. What about you?”
“I’m fine.” I pull her back into my arms, and we stay outside, watching the sun disappear into a magenta and black ocean. This should’ve been our first date, with me being less arrogant and her not on the defensive. I couldn’t blame her then. All I wanted was to get into her pants, but now, I want to love her.
“You wanna dance?”
She turns her head to eye me. “What’s gotten into you?”
I shrug, trying not to be too heavy. “I’m sorry for how I treated you the last time we were here. It was all about me getting off. Tonight, I want you to feel good about being with me.”
She bites her lip. “Don’t we need music?”
I tell my phone to play a slow song, and VanJess’s “Come Over” starts to play. Astrid smiles as my hand rests on her hip while I take her hand in mine. We dance close and slow as her soft breasts press against my chest. Her arm wraps around me, and her hand strokes the small of my back, matching the rhythm.
I’m turned on as if we’ve never touched until now. Astrid must feel my cock growing harder in my pants because she looks up into my eyes and holds my gaze. If I didn’t want the night to be special and something she’ll remember every time I kiss her, I’d pull her down to the ground and fuck her on the spot. I bite my lips and suppress a moan when she presses her body into mine and moves her hips to the slow rhythm.
She smiles at my control. “You know, dancing is like fucking with your clothes on in public.”
“You have a dirty mouth,” I smile.
“I’m just saying out loud what you’re thinking.”
The song ends, and club music starts to play on full volume. I’m about to switch songs when she squeals and starts to dance faster. Astrid turns around and grinds her curvy ass into my groin. My icy control is melting as if it’s a hundred degrees outside. I grab her hips and pull her ass tight against me, then groan as she reaches back and runs her hand along the top of my thigh.
We’re alone, and no one is around to hear, but I whisper against her ear, “You have no idea how bad I want every part of you.”
Chapter 12
Bryce
The sun has set, leaving us in the dark as the song ends. But the sound of the water lapping against the rocky shore fills the void. I catch my breath as if I’ve been swimming in that freezing ocean to get to her. I tell the phone to play something lo-fi, and the mood slows down to the speed I want. There’s nothing memorable about a fast fuck.
Catching her breath, Astrid turns around, wraps her arms around my shoulders, and pulls me into another deep kiss. Her fingertips trace my bulge, and it aches in my jeans.
“I want you so much,” she whispers, and I break a sweat.
“Why?” I ask.
She kisses me again, rubbing her hand against my erection through the thick denim. “If someone had asked me what I wished for, and I mean what I really truly want, it would be you.”
We go back into the room, and I shut the glass door as Astrid hugs herself and jumps up and down. I’m about to ask her if she wants to go down to dinner when she starts to strip off her clothes. Her camel coat falls to the floor quickly, followed by her dress and then her shoes. She pauses for a moment while I stare at her body, a tempting mixture of lean muscle and curves. Then she leaps into the bed, burrowing under the covers.
I want to slow it down, but my determination is shot as my clothes end up on the floor next to hers. She laughs as I toss myself onto the bed and then screams as I scurry under the covers beside her.
“Your feet are cold.” She laughs, but doesn’t really care. Not when a tempting grin appears on her face. She places her warm hands on my skin, and my breathing hitches as she runs her hands along my thighs. Astrid watches my eyelids flutter as she strokes my hard cock in both her hands. She smiles like a vixen before sticking out her tongue. I shudder as she opens her mouth wide and sucks gently on the tip.
Her gaze stays steadily on mine. I can’t stop watching her tongue glide along my length. She places small kisses from my tip to my balls, taking her time and driving me wild. I fist the sheets as I watch her pretty mouth suck me in. Finally, I have to close my eyes and moan.