Rock All Night(102)

…and because I was turned on.

Let me be clear: I didn’t like being turned on. I was pissed off at myself for getting turned on. I was even more pissed off at him for turning me on.

But I guess I had so much energy in my system – and some sort of electrical charge from the jealousy – that I responded right away. Much to my chagrin.

My nipple almost immediately hardened, and I felt a hot, liquid caramel sensation down between my thighs.

Unnnhhh.

But he wasn’t getting none o’ that. After the way he’d treated me? No f*ckin’ way, Jack. Unh-unh.

I grabbed his wrist and sternly placed it back on the sheets.

There were about ten seconds where I didn’t hear or feel anything else, so I figured he’d gotten the message.

Until I felt his finger caressing the side of my breast. Softly. Slowly.

I didn’t do anything because… well… I was kind of enjoying it.

Especially when he reached the nipple again, and gave it just the veeery slightest pinch. Not too hard, just… unnnhh.

Suddenly I felt the molten caramel in my thighs and belly, too, and it was like my entire body wanted to move the slightest bit as he tweaked my nipple, to follow the sensation, like he was guiding me towards him with the lightest of touches.

And then I got hold of my senses.

I grabbed his hand and flung it off me as hard as I could, like I was throwing a baseball, and turned over on my side, giving him my back.

I lay like that, furious that he was trying to have sex – sex! – when he’d pissed me off so badly and obviously didn’t GIVE a f*ck about my feelings at all –

When I felt the tip of his finger softly touch my ass cheek and trace its way down the inside of my thigh.

I was wearing panties, no shorts or pajama bottoms… so it was all bare skin that he touched.

Holy shit.

His finger, normally so rough, just barely grazed my skin – soft and sensual and gentle. His fingertip brushed against the cloth of my underwear, and I could feel the whisper of pressure through the fabric, caressing me down there, tickling the ridge of my lips.

I was starting to get wet.

DAMMIT!

I reached back without looking at him, grabbed his hand, and threw it off my body again.

Then I lay there for another thirty seconds, half hoping he would do it again – and angry at myself for wanting him to.

Just when I thought he had given up, I felt something else tickle my thigh.

Something satiny soft on the surface, but hard beneath, and blood-hot.

Hint: it wasn’t a finger.

I sucked in my breath as I felt his cock nestle against my thighs, hot and hard and alive. As soon as his skin touched mine, it must have excited him more, because I felt his cock strain and press against me even harder, then slowly the pressure faded away until it was just this warm, hard, long, thick pressure pulsing next to my skin.

It was hard to concentrate on how angry I was with that going on.

Then he slowly, sloooowly slid my t-shirt up, the cloth tickling as it whispered over my skin, until my waist was exposed. He began to trace his finger over my skin, making long, soft, slow patterns down my lower back… then back up and around to my stomach, where his fingertip just barely brushed against me.

Combine that slow, sensual pleasure with the heavy, hot throbbing of his cock resting against the back of my legs… and I wasn’t exactly able to think straight.

His hand inched beneath my t-shirt, slowly moving across my ribcage, until it was blocked by my arm.

I thought about clamping down and not letting him go any further…

…but I wanted him to go further.

So I shifted my arm out in front of me.

I didn’t say a word, but I might as well have shouted, Go ahead.

His fingers paused, then continued their way beneath my shirt until they found the swell of my right breast. He slowly brushed the underside, his rough fingertips so gentle… and then softly slid up over the front, and found my nipple.

As soon as he did, I felt his cock harden and strain against the back of my thighs, which turned me on even more.

He began to touch my nipple softly, slowly, making it harder with every circle of his fingertip. My nipple ached, I was so turned on.


And then I felt his thumb and forefinger gently take the tip between them, and just barely squeeze.

At the same time, he must have shifted his hips, because I felt the hot, soft, swollen head of his cock press up against my underwear, almost parting my lips beneath the fabric.

I wanted to moan, I wanted him inside me so badly.

But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Suddenly I felt my hair pull away from my neck, followed by his hot breath tickling across my skin. I tensed, waiting for what I wanted so badly – and then I felt his lips touch the nape of my neck, soft little kisses sending shivers of pleasure up and down my back. The scruff of his early morning whiskers prickled against my skin in a delicious contrast to his soft, warm lips.

He moved up my neck, kissing, occasionally licking until he reached my ear, and I could hear his breath like a sigh, so soft and quiet, but GOD it was hot. He began to slowly kiss the edge of my ear, moving down to my earlobe, the tip of his warm tongue dancing over my skin, followed by another kiss.

All the while he was still playing with my chest, his large, strong hand having moved to my other nipple, caressing, circling, cupping my breast in the palm of his hand.