Not Fake for Long by Weston Parker

12

KEIRA

Harrison kissed the way I’d always thought men were supposed to kiss. With certainty and meaning. Leaving me with no doubt in my mind that he wanted me and he wanted me now. There were none of those fumbling touches or unsure presses of lips or tongues that left a lot of room for interpretation.

In fact, from the second he’d looked down at me when I’d asked him if I could stay, I’d known exactly what he wanted. The intention had formed in his eyes, and a shiver of anticipation had run down my spine.

It had been that perfect electric moment before a kiss. The one when the guy glanced down at a girl’s mouth and she just knew.

When his gaze had lifted back to mine, I’d seen that all he was waiting for was my consent. As soon as I’d given it, there had been no holding back.

He’d stepped into me even as he pulled me closer, and there was no hesitation in the way he touched me. No hesitation in the way he kissed me.

It was something, being kissed like this. Something that I really, really liked.

Harrison seemed to be liking it too, if the bulge pressing up against me was anything to go by. As for me, I was more turned on than I’d been in a very long time. My nipples were trying to poke holes through my bra, my clit was doing its best interpretation of a homing beacon, and my panties were as good as drenched.

A moan escaped me as I pressed my body closer to his. His grip on me tightened, and the next thing I knew, we were on the move. My back slammed into the kitchen counter, but his hand was there to shield me from getting hurt.

His kisses grew harder. Hungrier. My hands skated up his strong arms until my fingers brushed his hair, and I wound them into it, tugging as I tried to get as close to him as I possibly could.

The noises he was making had been maddening all along, but as I tugged at his hair, there was a growling sound that rumbled from the back of his throat, and my knees went weak. He caught me with the arm still around my waist, but his other hand crept down and closed over the back of my thigh.

Seemingly without any trouble at all, he lifted me onto the counter and stepped between my legs when they parted as I tried to keep my balance. He chuckled into my mouth when a small yelp came out of me, then brought his hands up to stroke the backs of his fingers along my cheeks.

“You know,” he murmured between kisses. “We don’t actually need to do anything if you don’t want to. Things got a little heated for a minute there, but we can always just get another drink.”

I locked my fingers behind his neck, planting soft kisses on the sides of his mouth as I drew him closer to me again. “Don’t you dare stop. Unless you want to, that is?”

“I definitely don’t want to.” He dropped his mouth back to mine, one of his hands snaking into my hair while the other rested on my hip.

Our kisses were more passionate this time, but they were also slower. More exploratory.

I pictured the darkness of his hair as I dragged my fingers through the strands, remembering the way it had glinted in the mottled sunlight shining through the leaves back on the trail we took. While I knew we’d only known each other a couple of days, I replayed every minute we’d spent together in my head as I kissed him with everything I had.

All of it, all the chatting and the laughter, the flirting and the staring, it had all been leading to this moment. I should’ve seen it coming, but I hadn’t thought it would actually happen. He’d taken me by surprise, but it was the best surprise ever.

My fingertips ran down his back until I reached the hem of his shirt, and I allowed my hands to creep under the material. When I hit the bare skin above the waistband of his pants, I wrapped my legs around his thighs and yanked him all the way into me.

I groaned when that bulge ground against where I needed friction the most, and my hips rocked into him of their own accord. Both of us let out sounds of pleasure, but mine bordered on a shout. He felt so damn good, and our pants weren’t even off yet.

His hands moved up my ribs until they reached the undersides of my breasts. When his thumbs brushed over my puckered nipples, I shuddered and wondered if he was waiting for me to beg him. As if he’d heard the thought and wanted to prove me wrong, his fingers pinched the zipper on the side of my shirt and he dragged it open.

At the same time, I gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it frantically over his head as he did the same with mine. We broke apart only for as long as it took for the material to pass our lips. Then our mouths crashed back together and our kisses picked up speed and fervor all over again.

While we devoured each other, our hands kept working at freeing the clothes we still had on. I managed to get his belt buckle undone by the time he had my jeans wide open and was running his fingers beneath the elastic of my panties.

My breath caught in my lungs and my head dropped back as I panted, arching my hips to encourage him to give me more. With his free hand reaching around my back to unsnap the hooks on my bra, the fingers on the other one finally slid down.

I gasped when he pushed them between my slick folds, and he made another one of those growling noises as he deepened our kiss. Everything he was doing was so perfect, I was already seeing stars.

Desperate to make him feel the same way, I went back to work on his jeans while he pushed a finger inside me. My hands fumbled but didn’t stop again until I held his considerable length in my hand. I hadn’t seen it yet, obviously, but it was thick and felt long, and it practically throbbed in my hand when I touched him.

In the meantime, my hips had started grinding into him, keeping up with the pace he was setting. Using my feet, I managed to get his jeans and underwear all the way to the floor, and he kicked off his sneakers to step out of them.

I nearly protested when he withdrew his hand, but that was only until I realized he needed it to get my pants off too. Bracing my palms on the cool countertop, I lifted my ass and he yanked my jeans down to my ankles in one smooth motion.

He took his time with my panties, though. Lowering himself to his haunches, he looked up at me with heavily lidded eyes as he started on my shoelaces. He pulled them free slowly, then let one sneaker drop before repeating the process with the other and then completely removed my panties and jeans.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he planted soft kisses on the insides of my ankles before he began dragging his lips higher. It only occurred to me when he was fully standing on his knees with his hands on my hips that the counter was at a very convenient height.

“Are you still okay with this?” he asked when he was face to face with my most intimate part.

Despite the fact that I was conscious of the lumps on my thighs and the rolls on my stomach he must’ve been seeing from his point of view, he didn’t seem to be put off by any of it. If anything, he was looking at me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen.

I nodded. My voice was wobbly and nervous when it came out, but my brain and my body were both into this. I wasn’t stopping now just because I was worried about what he was seeing.

“I’m very much okay with it,” I said, deciding to take the leap and be bold as I spread my legs farther apart.

His gaze dropped away from mine to where I was aching for him, and a loud groan came rumbling out of his throat. “Good. That’s good.”

His forehead touched the inside of my thigh and he took a breath deep enough that his shoulders moved up and down with it. I worried that he’d changed his mind. Before I could ask, he glanced back up into my eyes.

“Hold on tight, okay? I don’t want you falling off but I’m also not waiting any longer to taste you. I know a bed would be better, but fuck it.”

Another one of those growling noises escaped, but then his mouth was on me, and I was, as he had asked, hanging on for dear life. Whenever I felt myself starting to slip, one of his hands would be on my hip to anchor me, but he never stopped.

His lips, teeth, tongue, and fingers worked together seamlessly, expertly turning me into a ball of bliss within mere minutes. I screamed his name when the knot of tension deep inside me released, pleasure curling my toes as I surrendered to the mind-shattering orgasm he sent me spiraling into.

It was only once I started coming back down to earth that I realized we were still in his kitchen. His doors were open and anyone could’ve come walking in.

He caught me when my eyes darted from one door to the other, and he grinned as he held out his hand. “Relax. There’s no one here but us. Ashton’s asleep by now and your sister would’ve called. She hasn’t been to my house and I doubt she’d make the trek for the first time by herself at night.”

My heart was still racing, but I knew he was right. Accepting the hand he held out to me, I let him help me off the counter and, as he pulled me into him once more, looked up into those heated hazel eyes.

“Good point,” I murmured, pressing kisses to every inch of the golden skin on his chest that I hadn’t even had a chance to explore yet. “Let me return the favor.”

“Nope. If you touch me right now, I’m going off like a loaded firework.” He smirked and took my hands from his chest. “I need to be deep inside you when that happens.”

My insides clenched, suddenly feeling much too empty and much too wanting. I kept my gaze on his, but the question needed to be asked. “Have you got any condoms? I don’t.”

“There’s a box in my bathroom. Let’s go.” I didn’t ask why he kept them in his bathroom and not his bedroom, but when he led me into his room and went to retrieve said box, I also saw him taking the packaging off.

Ah, so it’s a new one.I liked that. Despite looking like a Greek god, he obviously hadn’t had company as recently as last night. Well, probably.

My heart sank at the thought of him with other women, but then I reminded myself that he wasn’t mine. This was a one-night thing. It was what I’d signed up for, and when he sank into me just a minute later, I decided that even just the one night with him was totally worth how I was probably going to end up comparing every other man to him from then on.

He was just that good.