Unexpected Gift(57)
My breath hitches when I think of her wearing nothing but ripped clothes. Will she be in heels? Tonight, I can lift her skirt up, place her legs on my shoulders and slide into her. I shake my head when I remember that she is a virgin. Her first time needs to be special, not some half-ass, shove her panties to the side, heels on my shoulder, fuck.
“You might want to calm down,” Kenna says, sipping her drink with a grin, staring at my groin. “Yep, I am so glad I told her to grab those magnums.”
“I can’t help it. Not when it comes to her.” I try hiding it, but Kenna laughs.
“Please, I am not interested at all. Not my type.”
This time it is my time to be arrogant. “I’m everyone’s type.”
“Wow. There it is. The man I always knew you were.”
“And who is that?”
“An arrogant, conceited man. But it isn’t my opinion that matters.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Molly’s door pops open, but she doesn’t open it all the way. I step forward, putting my hand against the wall. “Come on, Molly. Come out so I can see you. I really want to see you.”
“Yeah?” her voice small and questionable.
“I’ve been dying to see you for these past two weeks.” I lean my head against the wall, hoping that door opens just a little more.
Her red, high-heeled shoes step out, and my fists clench when my eyes rake up her legs to the little black dress hugging her body like a glove. “Jesus fucking Christ.” My breath whooshes out of me from how sexy she looks. Her hair is straightened and glossy, her breasts are pushed up, spilling out of the top, begging for my tongue to taste them.
“Right? I’m the fucking queen.” Kenna boasts, taking another gulp from the vodka bottle.
My eyes finally meet her face, and my heart stops beating when I see the red gloss shining on her lips and the eyeshadow smoking her lids. There is some very glowing stuff on her cheeks when the light hits it, I’m not sure what it is, but it looks amazing, and the only image running through my mind is how the light is going to look against her face as I drive into her for the first time.
She places her hand in her hair, teasing the strands with her fingers. “What? Do I look okay? It’s too much, isn’t it? The hair and the heels. It’s a lot of heel and boob. It’s too much boob.”
Molly goes to slam the door in my face but I kick my foot out to stop it. “Are you kidding? You look fucking beautiful. You don’t even want to know the thoughts running through my mind right now.”
“Oh.”
I cup her face and bring her lips toward mine. “Yeah, oh.” Our lips meet in a soft, long, kiss. No tongue, no heat, just passion. My lips tingle from it. My body urges me to move closer to try and get more.
“Will you tell me those thoughts? Later, maybe?” She twists her fingers together, the bracelets hanging around her wrists clank together. I’ve never seen her wear any jewelry before. Or heels, or a tight dress.
Damn, all that body hiding under all those clothes. I need to take her shopping so she can buy all the dresses. All the tight, ass-hugging, breast-showing dresses out there, and in those heels? Fuck, those heels, I can almost feel them digging into my shoulders as I have my way with her. I take a step forward, placing my hand on the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder, her hair tickling my skin.
Licking her earlobe, I rub my hardening shaft against her belly. “Right now, I’m imagining lifting your dress, your tiny, black dress." I trace her collarbone with my fingertips, dropping down the middle of her chest, the curves of her tits pressing against my fingertip. “Sliding your panties aside, wrapping your legs around my waist, and then I’ll unbuckle my pants, and your hands will push my pants down, freeing my cock.”
“Alright. I’m still here. Hi. Remember me? Your little whispers aren’t as quiet as you think. Now, I’m all hot and bothered.” Kenna’s words shake me from the spell Molly put me under.
Molly shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, her breasts pushing against the material of her dress, the tops spilling out a bit more from how tight the material wraps around her chest. “Kenna, you ruin everything,” Molly says through a deep exhale, shutting her eyes.
“We need to meet our reservation. And you guys speaking porn when I haven’t had any male attention in a very long time, is making me want to be late to our reservation. So, pants up, we are leaving.”
I step away from my sexual desire and clear my throat. “My pants aren’t down, Kenna.”
“Yet. Grab your stuff. I’m hungry.” The keys jingle as she snatches them off the granite countertop and struts out the door.
“I think that’s our cue.” I hold out my arm, and she stares down at it like it’s an alien. “This is where you grab it and we can go.”
“Right. I knew that. I know that.” I don’t miss the fact that her hand is shaking as she places it on my forearm.
“Let’s go feed you. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner I can get you back home.” I place my lips next to her ear and open the door. “I want to have my way with you.”
Her throat bobs, taking a few moments to herself before she steps out of the door. Her hand trickles down my arm, tangling her fingers in mine. “Let’s go.”