“Shhh,” I soothe, brushing my lips over her bruised cheekbone, over her jaw, and down her neck.
“This is more than a kiss.” Liberty comes back to herself as my hand finds the swell of her breast over her shirt. They fit perfect in my grasp. Firm, full, and for tonight at least, mine.
“You want me to stop?” I ask, rolling my thumb over her nipple. Unable to wait for her reply, I rip her shirt up to her neck, exposing her rose-pink nipples. My mind conjured up an image of how pretty they would be and how much I would love them in my mouth the moment I had them pressed up against me last week. But nothing prepares me for the sight of her under me. The perfect, creamy smoothness, against my tanned, callused hands. Without a second thought, I dip down and wrap my lips around her left nipple.
“AHHH!” She arches off the bed. Pushing herself further into my mouth. My tongue and teeth fight one another in a battle of dominance. My teeth want to bite the tight pink nubs and claim them while my tongue wants to roll the perfection of the small bud around my tongue.
“Hetch, please.” Liberty's hand moves to her lonely nipple. Not needing to be told twice, I release her with a pop and get to work on the second one. Latching on and rolling it between my teeth, I give this nipple the same attention, working her up with only my mouth. When my cock can’t stand watching anymore, I pull back and slide her shorts and panties down her thighs.
“Ahh, shit.” Her hand moves to her side, and I stop my quick movements. “No, don’t stop.” She douses my fire with a pained look over her brow.
“Fuck, Liberty.” I growl, looking down at my hands still fisted with her delicate white lace panties. “You have no idea how much I want to sink my dick in this sweet *.” I slow my breath, and trace the smooth skin next to her panties with the tip of my finger. “But, you’re in pain.” The words taste bitter coming from my mouth, especially since I’m looking at the prettiest * I’ve ever seen. I can smell her desperate need, and I can see her slick wetness.
“Are you kidding me?” Her body tenses at my rejection and the unabashed need that looks so fucking perfect on her starts to shut down.
Controlled, snobby Liberty is back.
“Liberty, you’re hurt.” I start to explain my reluctance, but I know she won’t see past her frustration.
“Forget it, Hetch.” She pushes me back, and readjusts herself, pulling her panties and shorts up her legs.
“Sweetheart, when I sink myself into your fucking gorgeous *, I don’t want to hold back.” I try again, but I know it doesn’t register.
“Yeah, well, this is not happening again. It was a one-time deal, you blew it.” She fixes her shirt before climbing off her bed.
“It wasn’t, but I’ll let you think it for now if it makes you feel better.” I adjust my straining cock in my shorts and stand.
“Trust me, this”—she motions between us—”is not happening again.”
“I know what you’re doing, Liberty. Don’t think I don’t.”
“You think you have me figured out? Please… you know nothing about me.” I know I’ve hit the mark with my assessment.
Anger, frustration, and lust stirs in her eyes as she works to hide her emotions.
“I might not know everything yet, Liberty. But I know the important stuff.”
“Yeah, what do you know?” She folds her arms over her chest and waits for me to elaborate.
“I know what sounds you make when you're lying in your bed at night playing with yourself.” It takes her a second to realize I went there.
Before she can shut this down, I keep going.
“Know that vibrator of yours must be some heavy duty machinery 'cause some nights, baby, I swear I can feel the vibration through the wall.” My grin widens as her scowl deepens. I need her to feel, to know just how much this chemistry between us has me wound up, but most of all, I need her to know this is far from over.
Even if I have to get it out of her in anger.
“How dare you!” She finds her voice, but I’m not finished.
“I also know you always go back for seconds, sometimes a third—”
“You're an ass. I want you to leave.” She cuts me off this time, walking out of her room, down the hall and out of my line of sight.
“Sorry, not leaving, gorgeous.” I tail her down the hall, but instead of following her to the door, I take a seat on my makeshift bed, and settle in for the night.
“I'm not joking, Hetch. I want you to leave.” She opens the door expecting me to listen.
“And I want to watch you play with yourself with your jacked-up vibrator.”
“Never gonna happen.”
“Well then, looks like we both don't get what we want.” We stare at each other longer than I expected before she reluctantly cracks.
“I hate you.” She slams the door shut and stomps back to her bedroom.
“Good night, Liberty. Sweet dreams.” I smile into the darkness, wondering who this woman is and how the fuck I’m going to get myself out of this one.