His words turn me molten, and I close my eyes, and breathe out hard as he grazes me with those strong fingers. I shift my stance, so my legs are open wider, while my pink boots are pressed firmly on the ground. He moves in closer, his fingers gliding across me as he presses his body against me. I grab hold of his hip with one hand and angle him so I can feel how hard he is against my thigh, as his fingers slide across my silky wetness.
I breathe out harder, whimpers and sighs falling from my lips with abandon. I can’t pretend any more. I can’t fake it anymore. I can’t be cool, cold, business McKenna with Chris. Not like this. Not as the world tilts away, and I am reduced to one exquisite point in my body, as I arch into his hand.
He doesn’t even need to slide a finger inside me. There’s no need, because he’s so good, and I’m so ready, that the way he works me in a perfect rhythm, up and down, and then there, right there, where I want him, where I start singing his praises over and over, is all I need, all I want, all I know right now. I am gasping and panting and my h*ps rock into his hand.
“You are so hot, McKenna. You are so ridiculously hot all the time, but especially right now,” he whispers to me. “The way your lips are parted, and your eyes are closed, and your body moves against me. I’ve thought about doing this in your friend’s car the other night. You have no idea how much I wanted to touch you.”
I feel so vulnerable, as if this moment is a line in the sand, and it is. Because I’m going to come any second, I am going to come with this man, this former candidate, this possible boyfriend, this person who has entered my life in the most random of ways, and who I could never resist, and I am only going to want him more and more and again and again.
“Chris,” I say, my voice breaking. “You say those things, and you’re going to make me come soon.”
“I want to bring you there, babe. I want to make you come hard for me and say my name,” he says, and as I feel myself building to that delirious point of no return, I grab his hair, his soft surfer boy hair that falls through my fingers, so unbelievably soft.
I hold onto him as I squeeze my eyes shut from the sensations that topple through me. I am not quiet, I do not muffle my sounds, I don’t hold anything back, as I say Chris’ name over and over and over as the first orgasm I haven’t given myself in ages crashes through me. And moments later, even as the blissful aftershocks radiate, all I can think is I wasn’t waiting for him, I had no way of knowing he’d come into my life, but he was worth waiting for.
“I’m so glad you wore a skirt tonight. Can you always wear short skirts, so I can get you off in studios, or cabs, or wherever we are?”
I finally open my eyes and I’m sure I’m glowing. “Who would have thought that you could be such a cute blusher and such a dirty talker?”
He smiles with pride. “You bring it out in me. Both.”
Now, I may not have had sex in a year, but I’m not the Virgin Mary, and I’m not a prude, and I’ve never been one to leave a guy hanging, so I tell him I want to return the favor.
“I want to touch you.”
“Right here?”
“Well, you did me right here in your quickie promo studio. Shouldn’t you get the same star treatment?”
“I could argue with you, but somehow I think it would be pointless.”
“Do you want to argue with me?”
He shakes his head as I press my palm against him through his jeans. He moans, and the sound of his pleasure make me happy, ridiculously happy. I like Chris so much, I want him to feel good. I want to bring him to that same place he brought me, and some things are like riding a bike.
“Have you pictured this too?”
“Yes.” His voice is low, and his eyes sear into me with his one-word answer.
“You’ve imagined me touching you?”
“Yes.” I can hear the need in his voice.
“And more?”
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine, everything in his intense gaze, his voice, the strain of his erection against my hand, telling me what I do to him. How much he wants me. His desire turns me magnetic, and I want to crash into him. Because I want to be wanted. I want to be wanted like this. By him.
“You’ve thought about me going down on you?”
He breathes out hard. “I’ve thought about your lips on me,” he says, as he runs a fingertip against my top lip. “These lips of yours…”
I take his finger into my mouth, and he curses, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as I tease him.
“McKenna,” he says, hungrily.
“Yes, Chris?” I ask, as if I don’t know the answer.
He brings my face close to his, his forehead against mine, and he whispers hoarsely. “Please touch me.”
I kneel down, unzip his jeans, lower his boxer briefs, and then enjoy the view. He’s so hard, and if I were the kind of girl who liked to kiss and tell I could totally compete with my sister right now, but I no longer want to kiss and tell. I no longer want the world to know what I’m up to. I only want him. I look up at him.
“I like what I see,” I tell him, a glint in my eyes.
“Good.”
Then I take him in my mouth, and he groans, and the noises he makes are music to my ears. I love the way he responds to my lips, to my tongue, to my mouth on him. I love how he says my name as I take him in further, and wrap a hand around him too, and it sends me into another stratosphere of pleasure, as if I could come again without even being touched, as his hands thread through my hair, grappling to hold on, and he says my name in this sexy, heady voice as he comes.
Soon, we straighten ourselves out, and head down the hall, separating briefly for bathroom breaks. Then I rejoin him and we leave the building together, holding hands. Out on the street, the night air is chilly. I shiver, and he pulls me in close as we walk.
“I like dating for real. Are you free all weekend?”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow, I want to take you to a karaoke bar in Japan Town that you’ll love.”
“I love karaoke.”
“But there’s one condition.”
“Okay,” I say tentatively.
“You need to call the contest off.”
I smile. “Obviously. It’s so over, it’s beyond over. I mean, I was totally going to tell you that. I was planning on saying that all night, but I was having such a good time dating you.”
“And other things.”
“And other things,” I add.