She lifted herself up on her toes and sealed her mouth to mine.
This kiss was different.
This kiss wasn’t soft or kind. This kiss had bite and desperation in it. This kiss was a kiss that you gave to someone that you knew you shouldn’t be kissing because kissing them was going to lead to nothing but disappointment. This was a kiss that was flavored with anger and had the tang of frustration laced all throughout it. Her teeth clicked against mine as tongues invaded and dueled for control. Lips took hungrily as breaths bled together and chests heaved rapidly up and down. She made my head spin and I made her hands shake. I could feel them as they danced erratically across my skin, frantic and furious as they scrambled to free themselves from under the fabric of my shirt.
I slanted my lips across hers at a different angle, tasting her deeply and thoroughly. Her mouth was velvety and sweeter than I ever imagined that it could be. She kissed me like it was the only thing that mattered. She kissed me like it was important, like I was important. She kissed me like she loved me even though she knew there wasn’t any way possible for me to love her back. I tasted more than tequila on her tongue, everything she wanted from me was there as well and I knew the burn and singe of it would linger with me for an eternity.
It took my brain a few seconds to catch up considering it was clouded and fuzzy with her taste and the feel of her caught between me and the wall. I liked her not having any other option than to lean into me. I also really liked the way her fingers were steady and sure as they dipped behind the button and the zipper at the top of my jeans. She sucked in an audible breath when her touch landed on aching and hard flesh. There was no hiding the erection that had the metal of my zipper digging into my skin. The one that kicked and jerked so that it brushed along the backs of her fingers, begging for attention and acknowledgment.
“Dixie.” Her name was a guttural warning. I’d used up all my restraint and good intentions and somehow my mind slipped from how exposed we were and the possible ramification of being out in the open with her like this to the fact that we were like this. Everything else faded away and my world narrowed to the woman in front of me and the places she was touching me. She was playing with fire and was going to find herself over my shoulder and hauled back to the hotel room in a second if she didn’t stop what she was doing, no matter how badly that was going to end.
She licked her bottom lip, and I swore when it was obvious that she was savoring the little bit of myself I’d left there. Her strawberry eyebrows arched and her freckled nose wrinkled in a way that shouldn’t make me harder but did. My pants felt way too tight and my dick pulsed hot and hard where she twisted her hand around so that she was lightly tracing the throbbing lines and turgid flesh that was hurting all because of her. I put a hand on her wrist as the hand that wasn’t occupied playing with my cock started to work on the opening of my pants. We were outside a bar, which I typically wouldn’t complain about, but if she was going to pull my dick out for any reason I didn’t want to be interrupted. Dixie with her hands on my cock was not something I wanted to share with anyone.
She popped the button on my jeans and I sucked in a breath as cool air and her warm hand covered the tip of my exposed cock. She was making it hard to think. She was making everything hard, period. I was supposed to be looking out for her but somehow she always seemed to end up looking out for me. My zipper sounded unnaturally loud as she slid it down and leaned in closer to me. If anyone walked out the door there was no way they could miss the torrid situation I should be putting a stop to, but I couldn’t, or wouldn’t use the words that might make her stop.
My dick pointed towards my stomach. Aching and already damp at the swollen tip. Her thumb rubbed an erotic circle around the head, tracing the flare and rushing along the super sensitive underside. My blood went thick and my breaths whooshed in and out of my lungs like I had run a marathon.
“Is this really what you want?” My words felt like they were being dragged out of me. I was having trouble keeping my thoughts in line. All of my attention was focused on the way my cock felt cradled in the palm of her tiny hand. She handled me like she had done it a thousand times. She seemed to know right where to touch, exactly the kind of pressure I liked. I hadn’t had a girl work me over like this since high school and it sure as shit didn’t feel this good back then. My ab muscles pulled tight and my biceps bunched and locked as I threaded my fingers through the soft hair at her temples. The curls wrapped around my fingers like a silken shroud.
Her eyes gleamed up at me, dark and getting darker as tension pulsed thick and tangible between us. None of this was a good idea but common sense and reason fled the minute she put her hands on me. There was no planning for the worst, there was simply giving in to the promise of one of the best things that might ever happen to me. “It’s what I want right now.” That answer was cryptic and didn’t make much sense but before I could pull more out of her she kissed my chin, right in the center, and then she started to slide down the wall I had her pinned against. I tightened my hands in her hair to keep her standing upright but she gave her head a little shake to let me know my hold on her was hurting rather than helping. “We don’t have to do this.” I shouldn’t let her do this, not here and not now. I owed her and felt like it was my duty to put a stop to this before some guy in a trucker hat and Carhartts came stumbling out the door and caught us in the middle of something that shouldn’t be happening in the first place.
This kiss was different.
This kiss wasn’t soft or kind. This kiss had bite and desperation in it. This kiss was a kiss that you gave to someone that you knew you shouldn’t be kissing because kissing them was going to lead to nothing but disappointment. This was a kiss that was flavored with anger and had the tang of frustration laced all throughout it. Her teeth clicked against mine as tongues invaded and dueled for control. Lips took hungrily as breaths bled together and chests heaved rapidly up and down. She made my head spin and I made her hands shake. I could feel them as they danced erratically across my skin, frantic and furious as they scrambled to free themselves from under the fabric of my shirt.
I slanted my lips across hers at a different angle, tasting her deeply and thoroughly. Her mouth was velvety and sweeter than I ever imagined that it could be. She kissed me like it was the only thing that mattered. She kissed me like it was important, like I was important. She kissed me like she loved me even though she knew there wasn’t any way possible for me to love her back. I tasted more than tequila on her tongue, everything she wanted from me was there as well and I knew the burn and singe of it would linger with me for an eternity.
It took my brain a few seconds to catch up considering it was clouded and fuzzy with her taste and the feel of her caught between me and the wall. I liked her not having any other option than to lean into me. I also really liked the way her fingers were steady and sure as they dipped behind the button and the zipper at the top of my jeans. She sucked in an audible breath when her touch landed on aching and hard flesh. There was no hiding the erection that had the metal of my zipper digging into my skin. The one that kicked and jerked so that it brushed along the backs of her fingers, begging for attention and acknowledgment.
“Dixie.” Her name was a guttural warning. I’d used up all my restraint and good intentions and somehow my mind slipped from how exposed we were and the possible ramification of being out in the open with her like this to the fact that we were like this. Everything else faded away and my world narrowed to the woman in front of me and the places she was touching me. She was playing with fire and was going to find herself over my shoulder and hauled back to the hotel room in a second if she didn’t stop what she was doing, no matter how badly that was going to end.
She licked her bottom lip, and I swore when it was obvious that she was savoring the little bit of myself I’d left there. Her strawberry eyebrows arched and her freckled nose wrinkled in a way that shouldn’t make me harder but did. My pants felt way too tight and my dick pulsed hot and hard where she twisted her hand around so that she was lightly tracing the throbbing lines and turgid flesh that was hurting all because of her. I put a hand on her wrist as the hand that wasn’t occupied playing with my cock started to work on the opening of my pants. We were outside a bar, which I typically wouldn’t complain about, but if she was going to pull my dick out for any reason I didn’t want to be interrupted. Dixie with her hands on my cock was not something I wanted to share with anyone.
She popped the button on my jeans and I sucked in a breath as cool air and her warm hand covered the tip of my exposed cock. She was making it hard to think. She was making everything hard, period. I was supposed to be looking out for her but somehow she always seemed to end up looking out for me. My zipper sounded unnaturally loud as she slid it down and leaned in closer to me. If anyone walked out the door there was no way they could miss the torrid situation I should be putting a stop to, but I couldn’t, or wouldn’t use the words that might make her stop.
My dick pointed towards my stomach. Aching and already damp at the swollen tip. Her thumb rubbed an erotic circle around the head, tracing the flare and rushing along the super sensitive underside. My blood went thick and my breaths whooshed in and out of my lungs like I had run a marathon.
“Is this really what you want?” My words felt like they were being dragged out of me. I was having trouble keeping my thoughts in line. All of my attention was focused on the way my cock felt cradled in the palm of her tiny hand. She handled me like she had done it a thousand times. She seemed to know right where to touch, exactly the kind of pressure I liked. I hadn’t had a girl work me over like this since high school and it sure as shit didn’t feel this good back then. My ab muscles pulled tight and my biceps bunched and locked as I threaded my fingers through the soft hair at her temples. The curls wrapped around my fingers like a silken shroud.
Her eyes gleamed up at me, dark and getting darker as tension pulsed thick and tangible between us. None of this was a good idea but common sense and reason fled the minute she put her hands on me. There was no planning for the worst, there was simply giving in to the promise of one of the best things that might ever happen to me. “It’s what I want right now.” That answer was cryptic and didn’t make much sense but before I could pull more out of her she kissed my chin, right in the center, and then she started to slide down the wall I had her pinned against. I tightened my hands in her hair to keep her standing upright but she gave her head a little shake to let me know my hold on her was hurting rather than helping. “We don’t have to do this.” I shouldn’t let her do this, not here and not now. I owed her and felt like it was my duty to put a stop to this before some guy in a trucker hat and Carhartts came stumbling out the door and caught us in the middle of something that shouldn’t be happening in the first place.
