Unexpected Trouble by Lauren Wood
Tracy
When he kissed me again, I knew that there was not going to be any time for him to pull away. He was holding me hard and fast to his body. I wasn’t going anywhere, and it was like he wanted me to know what it was that was going to happen next. It’s exactly what I wanted to happen. I’d wanted Steven since the first time I saw him, and nothing had changed. I still did.
The food was forgotten, and Steven lifted me up onto the high counter. His lips were always on mine, never taking a break, even when he was moving me around like I weighed nothing. There was an intensity in the way that he moved and touched me. It was really hard to imagine anyone else feeling so good.
His hands were strong and moving across my body. It was the sort of moment that I think all women thought about, the moment where they were going to lose themselves because of the pleasure caused by a man’s hands. Steven’s were rough and strong, and so big. When they grabbed me, they covered such a large part of me. I lifted up towards him to get more of a touch. It was an impulse, more than a reaction.
I whimpered when his hands took to pulling my shirt off. He was not gentle, and I think I heard it tear. Another thing that I didn’t mind all that much. It seemed like such a small sacrifice when his mouth fastened on the breasts that he’d been massaging with his hands moments before. I cried out in sudden pleasure.
My fingers dove into his hair, pulling the short strands to make him come closer, even though my small tits were already engulfed in his mouth. Each flick of his tongue or sucking motion caused my body to tense and caused me to call out to him. It just felt so good, and I never wanted it to end.
Steven had other plans though and about the time I decided that it should never stop, he pulled his mouth away. It was only for a moment, spending his time and attention on the other nipple and breast. I was panting when it was over, and his hand moved to the space between my thighs when he came up for air.
“Are you as ready as I am, Tracy?”
It was another one of his questions that he wasn’t expecting or waiting for an answer. I could tell that he already had his mind made up. He knew that I was and when he felt the wetness that was gathered there, the heat coming off of me, I think he had the answer that he sought. I was so damn ready, too ready if I had anything to say about it. I thought I was going to lose my mind at any time.
Steven’s hand was in between my legs, rising up to my panties and then pushing them in against me. I was squirming from the action, but he didn’t seem to notice. All he noticed was the change in the way I was sounding. He was in his own world and the wetter I got, the faster his fingers strummed on the most sensitive part of me. I thought I was going to orgasm right there. I was on the cusp, but then he stopped and backed away. If this was going to be anything like the last kiss, I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want that. I wanted him inside of me. He couldn’t just leave me like this, could he?
“Please, Steven.”
I opened my eyes, and he was already nude, walking towards me with determination on his face and in between his legs. My eyes widened, not expecting him to be so thick. He was massive looking, and all of him was proportioned to follow the same suit.
My panties were ripped to shreds by him, and he didn’t even stop to look at it or nothing. He just destroyed it and that was it. I worried about how he was yanking me off of the counter. I was sent towards the ground, stopped by his hard meat that slid in far too easily. I needed it so badly that he was sent in quickly and I called out in pleasure. God, this just felt so damn good!
Steven was now inside of me, surging deep and the weight of my own body slammed me into him. I knew that this was how it was all supposed to be, perfect as it was. I called out in pleasure, coming almost immediately, because he’d had me primed for so long.
He gathered me up in his arms and instead of pressing deep and hearing me moan, he started to carry me off into the bedroom. I didn’t know why he was moving locations, but I didn’t care enough to ask. All I wanted was him.
Steven set me down on the bed after a few more thrusts in. I was holding onto his neck, the only place that seemed possible to deal with. Now though, I was on the bed, and he was on top of me, in me, sliding deep and yanking out, to do it all over again seconds later.
Our eyes met and he slowed down, like he realized he was acting like a man that had lost his mind. He’d pumped in so hard and fast, it took my breath away. Me being on the bottom, just seemed to make it easier for him to ravish me. I had known that it would be good with Steven, but I’d never imagined anything like this. I was shaking uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stand the smirk on his face.
“You’re so different, Tracy, but you come just the same, maybe a little sweeter.” He wasn’t talking to me I didn’t think, more to himself. To me, it didn’t matter. I was coming again, and I didn’t care who it was that was the same as me. Steven felt amazing and I never wanted him to stop. I didn’t know if I would be able to stop it if I tried.
Steven moved markedly slower and that just made me come harder when I finally did. I didn’t know how many times I lost myself in his slow, maddening speed that was hard to focus on. He just kept building me up, building me up, and then I would slowly come down, to never touch the ground. I was just sent back upwards, and I swear that it was all just too much. I shook and I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Steven didn’t seem shaken by any of it. His rhythm never sped up or slowed down. It was like he was stuck in a rut or something, his body on auto pilot. Nothing fazed him, my screams or my pleas.
I clenched him and his eyes held mine, then got darker and he surged in stronger and harder than before. I gasped and clenched tighter. This was the change needed, yet in seconds I realized the flaw. To entice him to do more was not the best thing that I could think to do. Steven was suddenly alive and pumping deep. I was sent another wave of pleasure and I closed my eyes to it all. I didn’t see Steven’s face when he followed me seconds later. I heard the sound of relief from me though. I had never needed something so bad in all of my life.
I was sent downward some time later. I was sure it was down in a spiral because I was dizzy when I finally got there. I didn’t remember much that happened after that. I remember vaguely being pulled into Steven’s arms, but then nothing. What happened, I had no idea.
When I woke up next, I was alone and in need of a warm arm over my body. It was still dark outside, and Steven was nowhere around. I didn’t call to him, knowing that he was probably back upstairs in his own bed. He didn’t want a relationship.
I sighed and laid back on the pillows and smiled to myself. Steven wanted to be a different kind of friend, and I could definitely see the pros of that sort of arrangement. But could my heart take the hint and not fall too hard?
