Page 56 of Lying Hearts
“Brendan? …Oh God.”
He slides my panties down over my legs nice and slow. I step out of them and now there’s nothing covering me except for my socks. I start to wiggle out of them, too, but he stops me.
“Leave ‘em. I’m busy here.”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s more like it.” Without warning, he buries his face in me and lifts up my leg to wrap it around his head. I watch his head moving in and out slightly as he licks me. Both his hands are on my ass, with one arm wrapped under me. He pushes my thigh out more so his tongue can easily reach further in. Just like he promised, he licks me slowly, sliding into my folds and caressing my clit with the tip of his tongue. I weave my fingers into his hair and curve my hips so he can get at me. Shivers run up my stomach to my nipples, twisting them.
“You taste so good. I just want to keep eating you.”
“Who’s stopping you?”
He laughs, the sound muffled, which makes me start giggling like crazy. He shuts that right up by plunging his tongue inside me and grabbing my ass harder. I cry out and can’t help but rub on his face, abandoning myself to the quaking that’s just below the surface. I’m moaning so loudly, dripping wet, feeling the sweet burning sensation build more and more.
“Wait. Wait!” I pull on his head. “I need you inside me.”
He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. Looking down I see his cock is dark and full again. All I want is for him to plunge it deep inside my body.
“You could have both.”
“No. I’ve been waiting for this,” I say, not thinking how strange that must sound. My mind is gone.
His eyebrows rise a little, and something stares back at me that I won’t understand tonight. I grab him and pull him to me as hard as I can. His arms go up on the wall and our bodies press together, my hands on his ribcage, elbows bent. Out of breath, I wrap my leg around his hip, feeling his cock hard against my inner thigh. He reaches for my hands and pulls them over my head, bending his knees to position himself. I move my hips a little to welcome him in and with a single thrust he plunges into me as both of us close our eyes and moan together, our chests smashed. I can taste myself on his lips as he kisses me hard. I do taste good and the lack of shame in tasting this is so intensely hot.
He thrusts into me, going all the way in each and every time, then pulling out like a man who knows exactly how to do it. I cry out into his mouth, over and over as he fills me. It feels like we’re consuming each other. My heart expands as the wave of disbelief takes over me. I yank my mouth away so I can look into his eyes. With my hands held by him over our heads, he looks back at me and groans, moving his hips, lost in his hunger. I grab his mouth in a kiss, making him hammer harder into me, my back slamming against the wall. A primal animal instinct has us. He drops my hands, quickly yanking both my legs up. I grab onto his back and hold on for dear life as we fuck in a dark corner of my bar. Best investment I ever made pops into my head and I almost start to laugh but he shakes his head no and clamps his mouth onto mine again, ramming harder to make my laughter vanish, succeeding instantly. I don’t want it done gently. I want to be fucked like this. Hard and by someone who knows how.
The whole length of him slips into me and he holds there. He moves his hips around, still set deeply inside me and I throw my head back. “Oh God,” I say on a gasp as the rocking of his hips pulls out my first contraction.
“Hey. Look at me.”
I do and he stares at me, jerking his whole body up. Gazing back at the man I’ve loved for so long throws me completely over the edge. My release is intense and rocks into me to draw it out, enjoying that he’s doing this to me. He groans and moves in and out again, staring at me as he pulses, releasing into me and bringing my orgasm higher. I realize suddenly that this feeling is new. It’s the feeling of not having a condom on. There is nothing between us. But it’s too late. There’s no turning back. My back arches, my breasts pressed into his as his mouth falls onto my shoulder, sucking on it as his body jerks. “Oh my God. Shit. I forgot to put a condom on. I haven’t done that in six years.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure it’s fine.”
He gasps, holding me, our eyes closed, spent and delirious. We don’t hear the door open. We don’t see the man standing by it, wearing a ski mask, high on adrenaline and drugs.
“GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!!!”
Our heads whip in the direction to see a gun pointed directly at us. Before I know it, Brendan releases me and has grabbed my jeans and halter with one hand, his other hand held out like he can block a bullet with his palm.
“Hold on, man. Now just settle down. Annie, get dressed.”
“FUCKIN’ GIVE ME YOUR MONEY OR I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKIN’ BRAINS OUT! HERS TOO, LOVERBOY. NOW LET’S GO!”