Page 35 of The Attack Zone
I sit on the couch just as there’s a knock at my door.
“Come on in,” I bellow towards the door. It creaks open and Stacey’s head peeks through a moment later.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hey, love,” I say, patting the spot next to me on the couch with my hand to invite her to join me.
She fully enters the room, and my breath gets stuck in my throat. She’s wearing her usual work outfit of a pencil skirt and blouse, feet in sharp heels, but her blouse isn’t buttoned as high as it is at the office, and I can see her beige lace bra peeking out of the top. She kicks the heels off her feet and places her bag on the floor by the door and crosses to me slowly, rounding the couch and sitting next to me.
“Hey,” she says again, small smile forming at the edge of her lips.
“Hey,” I say. It comes out raspy as I reach my hand out to her cheek and run a finger down her jaw. She inhales, her eyes slipping closed for just a moment as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her head towards mine. When her eyes reopen, they’re filled with that fire that tells me I’m about to have a very good time.
She shifts towards me and runs her hands up my legs,pausing just below my hips, fingers splayed across my thighs, nails digging into my flesh through my sweats. When her lips finally meet mine, it feels like the entire world comes to a halt. It’s not spinning on its axis; not circling the sun. Because Stacey’s kiss is filled with a kind of playful heat I’ve never felt before. I bring my hand to the back of her head and let my fingers weave through her hair, moving her head back so I can take her mouth with mine as fiercely as she deserves.
When our lips part, I whisper, “Bed?”
“Too”kiss“far”kiss“away,” she says, lips meeting mine between each word. Then she moves her head back, runs her hands up my stomach to my chest, and says, “I want you now.”
Well, she doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I reach my hands under her thighs, scoop her up as I stand, turn, and toss her onto the couch. She lets out a little giggle, something I didn’t think I’d ever be the cause of, and looks up at me, hair splayed across a throw pillow, skirt hiked up around her hips. She reaches her hands up to the buttons on her blouse and starts to undo them while I pull off my t-shirt and watch her eyes take me in with greed. I can tell her incredible tits are aching to break free from her bra, but I love seeing their perfect shape covered in the pretty lace, so I decide it’s time to get her out of her skirt.
“Turn around,” I say.
“Okay,” she rolls around to her hands and knees and turns her head back towards me. “But you can keep my skirt on. If you want.”
I think about all the times I’ve daydreamed about fucking Stacey in one of these pencil skirts and think she could be on to something here. I slide my hands up the back of her bare thighs until I reach the edge of the skirt before gathering it up just over her hips, revealing a bit of her matching beige lace thong.
“There’s a condom in my purse,” she says, her handreaching between her legs. I rip my eyes away from the sight that is Stacey touching herself and all but run to the door to get the condom. I pull my sweats down as I walk back to the couch as fast as possible, rip the condom, and slide it down myself.
I approach Stacey from behind and her hips wiggle into the air. She’s so eager for me and I’m so eager to show her that it’s worth it. That I’m worth it.
I move the lace to the side and slide the tip into her, I immediately feel her flex around me. God, this is going to either happen in two seconds or it’s going to kill me. I’m not sure which is worse. She moves her hips back and takes more of me in. Finally, I get my wits about me and put my hands on her hips, pulling her back and getting myself fully inside her.
I thrust into her again, my hands holding firm on her hips. She feels amazing, but I want more, and I think she does too. I move one hand from her hip to the center of her back and press her down into the couch. Her hips open up just a bit more and take me in even further. She lets out a moan that could shatter my windows and I know I was right. I keep my hand splayed across her back and thrust into her again.
And again.
And again.
She moans louder and louder with each movement, but I reach my hand between her legs to make sure I can get her there. I circle her quickly and with intention, just the way I know she likes it.
After a few moments, she says, “Mitch, I’m close.”
“I am too,” I say, feeling the edge coming and ready to run right over it. I enter her with even more force and hold on for my life.
“Fuck, Mitch,” she yells.
“Stacey,” I moan as I topple right over, release filling every inch of my body.
As I slow myself and we get rearranged on the couch, Iknow that there’s nothing better than this. Just me and Stacey, having wild sex on a random Wednesday night. Truly, nothing better. Even if it does mean I’ll be up late again. Worth it.
CHAPTER 19
STACEY
LATER THAT NIGHT