Page 93 of The Other Side of Green

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

He dropped me unceremoniously on the bed. “What’s wrong with my singing?”

“It isn’t as pretty as your piano playing.”

“How rude! I bet you wouldn’t say that to Shaun Parks.”

I shivered. “I do hope you’re my teaching aide again when you come back.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

Reaching up, I grabbed his T-shirt, yanking him down on top of me, enjoying the crushing pressure of his whole body pushing into mine.

“Make me yours, Jack.” I lifted my arms above my head, arching myself beneath him, giving myself over.

His gaze darkened, sweeping shadows of desire cooling the green as he leaned back to look at me offering myself to him. I’d wanted it so much over the years. Just for him to walk in and take me. One of my earliest fantasies was of him silently sliding in through my window while I slept and exploring my body, bringing me to orgasm as I writhed beneath him.

Shifting back, he looked down at me as if he could read my thoughts, read my desires on my face.

Slowly, he trailed a finger along the gap between my tank and the top of my shorts. I shivered in response as his touch burned a path across my skin. Under hooded lids he watched my reactions. Reaching forward, he circled the same finger around the hardened pebble of my nipple, gently teasing through the material of my top. I arched slightly, but with his free hand he pushed me back down.

He was going to make me his. His way. And it was all I’d ever wanted.

Fire swept through me. Hot as the sun on desert sand it scorched me inside and out.

Closing my eyes and submitting to the game, I waited to see where his touch would fall next, gasping a little as he brushed gently across my eyelids, down my nose and over my lips, pulling them apart slightly so they closed again with a gentle snap. Down my throat, between the valley of my chest.

The touch stopped and I waited.

The longer I waited, the hotter the burn between my legs became.

“You wet for me, Lyra?” His voice surprised me by whispering right by my ear. I nodded. “Good, don’t move.”

Move? How could I? I slid into fantasy land as Jack became an active member of my dreams.

Fingers tugged on my shorts, one button slowly unpopping and then another. They slid down my legs leaving me in my white panties. The bed dipped a little and I found myself pressing my knees together.

Jack’s hands palmed up my thighs, pulling them back apart, wider than I liked. I fought back a little, but then a gentle kiss landed on my stomach.

“I will never hurt you.”

Another kiss.

I relaxed, letting the fantasy unravel, breathing it in, remembering this was all I’d ever wanted.

He shivered as warm breath pushed through the cotton of my panties, blowing on the fire I had burning down there. Automatically, I lowered my hands, but a gentle push back from Jack’s hand had me raising them again, arching myself, showing myself off in a way that was at once alien and also perfectly natural.

I shivered again as another breath landed against my core. Slowly one side of my panties edged down and then the other until they were pulled off and blindly, I lay exposed. I wanted to open my eyes, but not knowing what would happen next kept me with them screwed tightly shut.

Jack’s tongue swept across my clit and I arched high off the bed. He pushed me back down, spreading my thighs and holding them firm as he licked again, steady and deep. On the third lick, his tongue thrust inside me and I let out a small shriek.

How could something feel so good? The heat of his tongue inside me. I wanted more. Desperately so. No longer fighting being held down I waited patiently, craving it again.

His tongue flicked my clit, circling it and then sucking it into his mouth, teeth gently pressing around the small, hardened nub. I cried out, shaking slightly.

His tongue thrust again, deep this time, flicking within me as his hands caught my ass and lifted me higher off the bed until only my shoulders remained on the mattress. He knew what I wanted.

“Oh, God.”