I walked into the apartment I shared with Laura, cringing when I heard the sound of laughter ringing through the hallway. This was the last thing I wanted after the day I had. My car had broken down on the way to work, work just downright sucked and I had managed to break up with the guy I was seeing in the process. I cringed even further when I heard the sound of his voice. The one man who always got to me. Kasey.
�Hey! You�re home!� she exclaimed as she set down the beer she was drinking.
�Yeah, and I see a party in full swing,� I stated harshly as I took in the few people who were in the room, which included her boyfriend and another one of his friends. It was nights like these I wished I lived alone. Kasey looked good as he always managed to. His sandy brown hair had gotten a little longer than the last time I had seen him, but his crystal blue eyes still managed to pierce through me. Watching his finger play with the bottle in his hands, I all of a sudden began to remember what those hands felt like on my skin.
�Well, aren�t you just Miss Congeniality tonight,� Kasey said snidely as he rolled his eyes. Great. He�s in his asshole mode. But I should�ve expected it. Rumor had it that he had caught his latest fling in bed with another woman a couple of days ago. I figured he would�ve jumped on that chance since I knew it was one of his fantasies.
�Save the shit, Kahne,� I muttered, feeling my blood start to boil. �I�ll be in my room, Laura. It�s a bit frosty in here.�
I felt his eyes burn a hole in my back as I walked away. Silently cursing myself for flashing back to the times when we were together, I entered my room and shut the door as I heard another round of laughter erupt. No doubt he had just said something about me. He was an ass like that.
An ass that knew how to work those hands of his as they kneaded my brestas for a few moments before they slid down my stomach towards my thighs. The lips that with the slightest contact on my flesh that caused a wild fire to course through my veins. Those same hands that contained the skillful fingers that always found their way towards the spot that made me scream as he worked my body into a pleasure filled frenzy.
Damn him. He was the only man I had even come in contact with that could do that to me. Even just seeing him sitting there with that bottle made me want him again � wanting him to move that mouth over me the way he worked in on the opening of the bottle.
Fuck it. I knew there were four people sitting in my living room, but at this point I didn�t care. There was going to be only one way I was going to be able to actually relive that pleasure tonight. Quickly stripping off my work clothes, I made myself comfortable as I used my own hands on my body, imaging that they were his. While there was no comparison, just thinking about our encounters had gotten me worked up.
I rubbed my breasts, remembering exactly every move he had ever made as I slowly slid one hand down my stomach. Kasey always had a knack for knowing exactly where I needed to be touched, where I wanted to be touched and just what type of pressure to use.
Closing my eyes as I slid my hand over my heated center, I rubbed myself the way he used to as he kept one hand on my breast and sucked on the other. Finally putting my own fingers into myself, I mimicked the motions of his as he brought me to ecstasy, bucking my hips in time to my own movements, wanting to feel them deeper inside of me. I just started to feel that once familiar pressure starting to build when I heard the floorboard in my room creek.
Shit. Fluttering my eyes open, I saw Kasey standing there stroking himself with his pants already kicked to the side of my dresser.
�Don�t you knock,� I questioned, furious that he was standing there watching me. Then my eyes fell towards his quivering cock and I felt that anger immediately fade. I hadn�t realized how much I longed for him until that moment.
�Tell me who you�re thinking about,� he stated in that sexy timbre that I had once been so accustomed to hearing. He was obviously ignoring my question. Moving towards me, he shed his shirt. �Not going to answer my question? That�s fine by me � I know the answer.�
That cocky son of a bitch. Sure, it was true, but he didn�t really need to know that.
�You were thinking about these hands,� he whispered against my ear as he lightly traced circles on my stomach. �Touching you the way you were just touching yourself, weren�t you?�
Either he was just going to have to get on with it, or I was going to kill him. He saw the glare coming from my eyes and gave me that half crooked grin of his.
�Is this what you want?� he asked, placing his palm flat against me, slowly moving it down to where I wanted to feel him. Where I needed to feel him. Running his index finger up my folds, I watched him as he put it to his mouth, sucking off the moisture that had accumulated.
�So damned wet already,� he muttered. �And so damned sweet. Did thinking of him ever get you this hot, this wet?�
Before I could answer him, I felt his fingers slide inside of me and begin to move the way only he knew how to make them. Biting my lip to contain my moan, I remembered that there were people sitting in the living room. I began to move my hips, wanting to feel those fingers deeper inside me. Sliding my own hand down, I used my finger to rub my clit in time to his fingers. Damn, I missed this.
Hearing him moan at the sight of me doing so, I felt his lips crash against mine as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. Feeling the tension beginning to rise in my lower body, I urged him to move faster but whimpered in disappointment as he withdrew his fingers.
�Not this time,� he muttered, breaking away from me completely. I saw him get up and head towards his pants, raising an eyebrow as he searched for something. He wouldn�t leave me hanging � or would he? Breathing a sigh of relief as I saw him pull the foil packet from his wallet, I licked my lips in anticipation of what was coming next. After sheathing himself, he returned towards me and rolled me over onto my stomach.
�All fours, baby,� he whispered, feathering hot kisses onto my neck. Oh hell. It was on now. I did as he commanded, feeling his hands grip my hips and gasping as I felt him enter me from behind as he began his slow pace with me moving my hips back towards him, arching my back to urge him in deeper. Closing my eyes, I focused on the feeling I had as he filled me completely. God, I had missed this. As he continued to thrust, I felt him hitting my g-spot every time he moved back into me. I swear this man was the only one who had bothered to even find it.
�Fuck me harder and faster!� I commanded through clenched teeth. Clenching my walls using different intervals each time he slid into me, I heard him growl. I don�t recall him ever doing that before. As he did what I asked, I felt the tension rising quicker and stronger than it had earlier. This time, he better not fucking stop. Feeling him pull me up to a sitting position without breaking our connection, I rocked my hips against him, as his tongue licked the beads of sweat that had formed on my neck. His open lips moved against my jaw line as I turned my head, our lips only making contact for the second time during this whole escapade.
�Do you have any idea how good you fucking feel,� he questioned against them before I darted my tongue into his mouth. We continued the rapid pace as I felt both of his hands come up to my breasts, squeezing them together as we moved. The combination of his hands, lips and moans as he moved inside of me was all it took to push me over the edge. I screamed as my orgasm ripped through my body like an uncontained wildfire, feeling my inner walls urging him to do the same. I didn�t care if there were others in the apartment. Hell, I�m sure they knew what he had intended on doing when he left the room to begin with. I continued to move my hips, finally feeling him let his own orgasm take over before we both fell back down onto the bed. Pulling out of me, he leaned down and kissed my neck.
�Why the hell did we break up again?� he asked against my skin. Damn, that was going to be enough to make me want to go for round 2.
�Beats me.�
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