And then I threw my arm around him, crushing his lips even tighter, and knew I wasn’t going back.
He adjusted our bodies and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up against his hard body as he kissed me hungrily, our mouths and lips working together. Desire flooded through me, filling my every inch and corner.
His mouth pulled away. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting this for so long,” he said as he kissed my neck.
My hands roamed along his muscled back. “We shouldn’t. But I don’t care anymore,” I groaned.
“Good. Fuck should or shouldn’t.” His lips found mine for a second.
He stood, pushing the bench back and pulling me to my feet. I gasped as he practically tore my shirt off. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the cool air bit into my skin. He looked at my breasts hungrily and I blushed. I hadn’t had a guy stare at my body in a while.
“You’re perfect,” he said.
“That’s just a line.”
His hands grabbed my breasts, working my nipples as he pressed against me. I could feel his dick, stiff against my leg.
“Not a line.”
“Fuck, Lincoln,” I groaned as he kissed my chest and neck.
“Tell me you’ve been thinking about this for years.”
“No,” I whispered.
He moved one hand from my breast and wrapped it in my hair, taking a handful. He didn’t pull it, but he held it firmly, tilting my chin up. His lips were soft against my throat as he kissed me. I gasped and moaned softly.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Lincoln,” I said.
His other hand moved away from my breast and touched my stomach, moving down toward my soaked pussy.
“Say it.”
“Fine. I’ve been thinking about you for years.”
“What about me?”
His hand slipped down my shorts. I was practically shaking with anticipation.
“You. Your body. Your lips. What you’d feel like . . .” I trailed off.
“Say it.” His hand found my clit and I gasped as he moved in slow circles.
“Ah. Shit. What you’d feel like inside me.”
“Mmm. Fuck, Brie. You’re soaked for me.”
“I know,” I moaned.
His fingers continued to play with my clit, moving in soft circles, sending waves of pleasure through me as his mouth found mine again. After a second of teasing, he slipped his fingers inside me and I gasped again. He bit my lip, sending pleasure and slight pain flooding through me.
I could barely take it. He was big, a lot bigger than me, and he moved my body perfectly. His one hand stayed in my hair, a slight pressure, while the other moved in and out of my pussy, fucking me softly one second and rubbing my clit the next.
I could barely think. I reached forward and grabbed his cock through his thin shorts, and he grunted.
“Holy shit,” I said as I felt its length.
“I know. Not bad.”
“Not bad?” I moved forward and he loosened his grip on my hair. I tugged his shorts down, and his hard dick slipped out from the waistband. I laughed and took it in my two hands.
“Bigger than you expected?”
“Huge,” I said as I slowly rubbed his length.
He grunted and pulled my hair softly again, pressing his mouth against mine. I stroked him with both hands as he continued to work my soaked clit, fingers rolling around it and back inside me. His mouth was hungry against mine.
I pulled back. “I fucking want you,” I moaned.
He released my hair and wrapped his arms around me. Suddenly I was in the air, and he gently put me down on top of the piano. I giggled softly. He pressed his hands down on either side of me, his dick hard between us, and looked me in the eye.
“You want me to fuck you?” he said.
“Please. Fuck me.”
His hands grabbed my shorts and pulled them off. He grinned.
“No panties. I thought something was off.”
“I don’t sleep in them.”
“Dirty girl.”
I giggled again. “Cut it out.”
His hands found my clit again and I spread my legs wide, the piano cold against my ass.
“You want me to stop?”
“No. No, don’t stop that.”
“Good.” He kissed my neck and breasts as he kept rubbing my clit. After a second, he pushed me back, and his face disappeared between my legs.
“Hey—” I said, and then I felt his tongue.
It lapped at my clit hungrily, his mouth sucking and working my pussy. Anything I had to say was totally gone in the overwhelming pleasure that flooded through me. I grabbed either side of the piano and gripped it tightly as I felt him slip a finger inside me, fucking me while he slowly nibbled at my swollen spot.
There was nothing gentle or sweet about him. It was pure frenzied hunger, like he was starving for me. He reached up with one hand and grabbed my breast, continuing to work my body.