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“God, you have soft hands. And you smell good.” My words throw me off guard. I didn’t mean for my thoughts to be spoken out loud. I’m not here to praise this girl. Only fuck. Stick to the plan, Levi. I release my grip and allow her to take control. Having her so close, I become anxious, my hands greedy to learn the curve of her waist. I grip at her hips, my palms touching bare flesh. She’s already partially undressed. Her skin is warm and inviting, I use my thumb to caress right below her navel, causing her body to shiver.
“Are you nervous, baby?” I whisper, dipping my head down, filling my lungs with her scent. I place my lips to the lobe of her ear. Her fingers stall on my shirt, her quick intake of breath answering for her. The booze is making my tongue loose, so I push her more. “Or are you just as eager as I am to fuck?”
The voice is me, but those words aren’t. This is supposed to be mindless. The Levi who spends too much time doting on a woman only to get shit on in return is gone. Get what you want from her, get out, then drink until the night becomes a blur.
The chick doesn’t reply. She doesn’t slap me either for being so crude. She remains silent, her hands working faster on my shirt. When the last of my buttons are undone, she goes for my pants. The way her small hands graze down my chest, the feel of her fingers working the button…I’m hard as fuck and need to explore more of her.
I’d normally be patient and enjoy letting a woman undress me, but the liquor is starting to call the shots and I’m suddenly in no mood to take our time. Unsure of the space factor, I step forward, picking her up. She squeals softly at my unexpected move, and I silence her with my mouth. I press my lips to hers. They’re soft and full and taste like cherry and champagne. The silkiness over mine is perfect. I part her lips, linking my tongue with hers. She’s hesitant at first, then kisses just as intensely.
“Fuck, you taste sweet. Do you fuck just as sweet?” God, what is up with my vulgar mouth? I break away and bring my lips to her neck. Her skin is velvety smooth. In just a few seconds, I’ve become an addict, craving a taste of every single part of her. Her breathing is heavy, giving away how aroused she already is. I bring us to a stop as her back hits a shelf and her legs wrap around my waist. I lick and suck on the flesh above her shoulder blade when a small moan filters through the room and my dick fucking jolts. God, that sound. It’s like fucking heaven.
“You enjoying this, sweetheart?” Because I am. Way too much. I trail my hand down her taut stomach, wrapping my fingers around her cotton panties, and dip inside. I groan when I find her wet as fuck. Bypassing any pretense of being a gentleman, I slide in one thick finger. Her moans are messing with me, so sweet and needy. Her body trembles in my arms, her warm cunt squeezing around my finger. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I say, even though I’m the greedy one. The urge ignites inside me to throw the lights on so I can stare into her eyes, needing to know if they’re a mysterious brown or emerald green. Light shade of sky blue or dark as night. I bet she’s as beautiful as she feels.
I pump in and out, then take her mouth again, shoving my tongue inside. She returns my kiss with fervor, her legs squeezing tighter around me, her tongue dancing around mine. God, this chick is intoxicating. I pull my lips away and kiss a trail to the center of her tits. Plump and perfect. I suck her nipple through her lace bra, and her hands dive into my hair, gripping against my scalp. The pressure, along with her hard nipple, is the perfect combination. I thrust harder inside her. With each little whimper, my dick throbs, and I increase my speed.
I moan, lifting my mouth from her nipple. “Fuck, you’re tight—and so wet,” I rasp before capturing the other. Her sexy as fuck moans tell me she’s close. Her pussy hugs my finger in a death grip and I pick up the pace, thrusting another inside her. I feel her clench, then her body quakes in my arms. She throws her head back, hitting the shelf, and I smash my lips against hers as she rides out her orgasm.
Her scent fills the room, and I fight not to bring my fingers and my mouth to taste her. My mind is spinning. I’m not sure I can go through with this anymore. One-night stands aren’t me. I don’t feel right having sex with this chick in a supply closet without even catching her name.
