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When I finally broke away from her nipple, I watched her as she kept her eyes closed, still moving sensually in my arms.
“You’re fucking delicious, Kylie. Just like I imagined you,” I said and a flicker of a smile entered her eyes. She wasn’t saying much, she was just trying to communicate with her eyes.
I touched her flat belly tenderly, feeling the softness of her skin as my fingers trailed down her torso till I reached the elastic of her pants. She gasped again, from the anticipation of having me inside her. And once again, when I looked at her face, I realized that I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted more than just a quick fuck. I wanted this to last forever! Fuck! What was happening to me!
I dug my fingers down her pants, inside her lace panties till I had reached the hot swollen entrance between her legs. She was slippery wet and throbbing and Kylie moaned again. Her clit was already swollen, her folds were juicy and sticky and I couldn’t stop myself from stroking her.
She moved in my arms again, closing her eyes quickly shut as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her hands were gripping my shoulders, like she was afraid she would fall over.
“I want to watch you come,” I said, staring at her and Kylie’s eyes flew open. For a moment, she looked like she was frightened. Like she didn’t know what would happen if she had an orgasm in front of me, but then she bit down on her bottom lip. She was telling me she was ready.
My cock was already prepared to explode. I could feel it tenting in my jeans, struggling to be exposed, to feel the soft flesh of her pussy tightly around it. But instead, I slipped my forefinger into her and Kylie gasped again. Her nails dug into the flesh of my back as she pressed herself more closely to me.
Both our breathing was heavy and mingled as I thrust my finger deeper and deeper inside her. She was tight and juicy and I could feel her body shuddering. With my thumb, I kept stroking her clit to submission, while my forefinger slid in and out of her. Kylie was moaning now, trying to muffle her sounds by biting down on her lip. Her breasts bounced with my every thrust and I didn’t stop.
Soon, my middle finger joined the other one, and I pumped into her with force. She might have seemed delicate and soft on the outside, but I could already tell that Kylie Aston liked it rough. She was enjoying my fingers plowing into her and she moved her hips to match my rhythm. I kept my eyes on her. I wanted to see every second of her orgasm taking over and from the way her eyes looked, how her body shook…I could tell that it wasn’t too far away.
“Come for me, princess,” I said, leaning into her ear. When she heard my voice this time, her breathing became harder. It was obvious that she was losing her self control. Her clit throbbed under my thumb and I kept stroking her, deep inside her pussy, searching for that spot in her which would finally trigger her orgasm.
I nibbled on her earlobe and breathed in the citrus scent of her shampoo. She moved and moaned till a sudden cry escaped her lips. She was about to come.
I moved so that I could look into her face as she came. Kylie was clinging on to me tightly as her body shook with spasms. I could feel her juices dribbling out of her and pooling in my palm, staining her panties and pants. She was orgasming with force, biting down on her lip, the veins on her neck popping up as she tried to control her screams.
Kylie was gorgeous when she orgasmed and I could feel myself growing addicted to that glazed pleasured expression on her face. I wanted more. It hadn’t even ended yet and I already wanted to see it again. I hadn’t met a more polite and kind girl before and yet, she was a fox when it came to sex.
I didn’t stop stroking her clit or her pussy till her breathing finally began to subside. When her eyes flew open, she smiled…a half dangling smile like she wasn’t sure of what had happened in the last few minutes.
I could feel her juices sticking to my fingers and slowly I started extracting my hand out of her pants.
Immediately, Kylie looked embarrassed. That courageous expression on her face, which I’d seen when I had my hands inside her pants; had disappeared. She was embarrassed of what she had just allowed me to do.
I stepped away from her, thrusting my sticky hands into the pocket of my jacket. I watched her as she quickly started putting her bra back on, and then her shirt.
“You uniform is ruined,” I said, following her every graceful movement with my eyes. Kylie blushed again, and kept her eyes averted.
“I have a pile of them in my locker. It’ll be fine,” she said, in a soft gentle voice. Her legs were still dangling off the edge of her desk, and I wondered if anyone would know that she had just had sex in her office.
We had spoken so little before this. I hardly knew her at all and I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. In these situations, I usually just left or made sure the girl left as soon as I had come. But in this case, I hadn’t come and I didn’t just want to leave. Everything about being with Kylie was different and new and strange to me.
When she was dressed, our eyes met again. She jumped off the desk and ran a hand quickly through her messed up curls.
“Do you know PJ’s?” I said, before I could stop myself.
“The bar?” she asked, a look of surprise had entered her eyes.
“Yeah. I’ll meet you there at eight,” I said and I turned and walked to the door. She hadn’t said anything, but I could sense that she was staring at my back.
If she didn’t want to see me again, I didn’t want to hear the words.
I unlocked the door and walked out of the physical therapy room. The hallway was deserted enough, and only the friendly receptionist smiled at me distractedly but I didn’t smile back. I was still reeling from the effect that Kylie’s orgasm had on me.
Outside the building, I felt the hard strain on my pants and I tried to adjust myself. My cock moved angrily in my pants.
Shit.
I should have just taken her when I had the chance.
CHAPTER 7
Kylie
I walked around the physical therapy room for several minutes, feeling jittery and confused about what had just happened. I had just had an orgasm. With a stranger! And there was no preparation, no warning. It had simply happened. Hunter had casually walked back into my office and ripped my clothes off and made me come. It was as simple as that and yet it was full of complications. I was not prepared for the way I was now feeling.
The trouble was that I hadn’t felt so alive in months…maybe years. I could feel the adrenaline coursing wildly through my veins. I had wanted him to return. When he left with Marco to drop him to the group meeting, I had felt miserable to watch him leave. I wanted to avoid him. I didn’t want anything to do with him and yet I had felt withdrawals the moment he left the room.
When he returned, it felt like my heart had leapt out of my chest. The moment he walked in, I knew what was going to happen. And even though I didn’t know it, I was ready. In those moments, there was nothing I wanted more than to sleep with him. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and when I came, it felt like a mini explosion inside me. Finally, I felt fulfilled. Like I had been waiting for this all my life. And now that it was over, I wanted more. I wanted him inside me, the whole of him…not just his fingers.
But I also knew it was wrong. This was going against every plan that I had made for myself. Sleeping with a stranger, and a stranger who looked and behaved the way Hunter did; meant breaking all the rules. As a mother, I had responsibilities and my biggest responsibility was to keep Carter safe. Being with someone like Hunter, even just having sex with him…meant that I was toying with my life and my sanity, which would mean toying with Carter’s too. I couldn’t just allow this to happen.
Still in a daze, I started packing up for the day. In the locker, I discarded of the ripped scrubs and freshened up. I stared at myself in the small square mirror in the locker. What did he see in me? Why had he returned? I was just an ordinary girl, working an ordinary job and I had been in an ugly uniform the whole time. Why was Hunter inter
ested in sleeping with me when I knew that he could have any woman in the world? I had seen first-hand the effect he had on Michelle. I knew the effect he was capable of having on any hot-blooded woman. Why me?
I left the VA building, saying my goodbyes to my colleagues, and silently got into my car. I had to drive to the daycare and pick up Carter. On the way, I still couldn’t stop thinking about Hunter and what had happened. It was so uncharacteristic of me. Doing something this spontaneous was a thing of my past. Those actions had their consequences. It was exactly things like these that had led to my relationship with Tony and I wanted to avoid something like that from happening again, with a different man.
With my thoughts in a tizzy still, I tried concentrating on the road when a gang of four motorcyclists rode noisily by. That was the tipping point. It was exactly the reminder I needed of the life I had left behind. Tony was like them and I was pretty sure Hunter belonged to that crowd too. I could smell it off him.
I could recall every detail of my short-lived life with Tony. How rude and rowdy and violent he was, just like all his friends. I had no idea what kind of work they did, how they made their living…because Tony didn’t really discuss his life with me much. But he didn’t have to. I had a pretty good idea of what they were involved in. Trading drugs, weapons, violence, women…those were the things I was sure their lives were about. It was what made Tony the way he was. It was what made him treat me like I was his property. They had no respect for women, just like Tony had no respect for me.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove towards the daycare. Flashbacks of my life with Tony were streaming through my mind. I had managed to get away from that life in the nick of time. Before he had any more control over me or Carter. Seeing Hunter again, spending any more time with him would mean going down that road again.
