Christian (The Mitchell/Healy Family #3)(12)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“No. Shut up and fuck me.” Since I never talked that way it made me feel uneasy, as if I’d be punished.

“Say it again,” he requested as he urged himself inside of me. I gasped feeling his length filling me. Immediate satisfaction overwhelmed my senses. My movements back and forth made slapping sounds when our bodies hit. Butterflies ran through my body, tingling every limb. I became lost in the act of being satisfied. Nothing could break my concentration.

My knees started to burn while continuing to grind forward and back. Fingernails dug into my hips, put there for control, only leaving to slap me hard on the cheek of my ass. The pain burned, also giving me goose bumps. “Harder,” I called out for him to repeat.

He slapped me again, this time so close to where he was inside of me. I could feel the quivering of my muscles each time his palm made contact with my smooth skin. Clenching the covers didn’t help hold me in one place. We were banging so hard against each other that we’d moved clear across the mattress. I had sweat running between my breasts and they were making sounds as they bounced. This was the definition of fucking. It was pure consummation.

I felt Seth tightening up, his sweaty chest pressing against the skin on my back, though a release didn’t come. Instead I was flipped over and picked up, and I wrapped my legs around his back as he carried us over to the desk. I could feel papers beneath my ass as he lowered me down. His hot breath edged closer. Soft lips crushed over mine, sucking and licking with no pattern. He was lost in the essence of unadulterated bliss, not caring about being fantastic, but racing for ecstasy. His palms coursed over my hardened nipples causing my body to go into turmoil.

I watched as he got off on me losing control. Only moments later he stilled my body and let his head fall over my shoulder. We both stayed there for a moment to catch our breath. “Well then,” he said as he backed away from me, breaking our connection.

I closed my legs and covered my chest with my arms. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was unexpected, but nothing to apologize for.” I watched him remove the rubber and toss it into my garbage can. He looked so handsome as he located his clothing and began redressing. I followed his lead, wanting to cover at least my most private parts. “So about that movie.”

I lifted my shirt over my head as I answered. “You still want to take me out? I figured you got what you wanted already.”

“I like you, Chris. You’re different.”

“Thanks, I think.”

He stepped toward me breaking the distance between us. I watched his hand reach up and touch my cheek, before he tucked my hair back behind my ear. “Let me take you out. The last show is in about an hour. I’ll have you home before midnight.”

Since I’d just put out it wasn’t like I had a good reason to steer clear of Seth. In fact, I knew if I did it would make me look like a slut. Since I was far from being promiscuous I decided that it was better if I went along with it. The brutal truth was that besides Ethan, Seth was the closest I had to a new friend. I mean, Becca and Amber seemed nice. I wanted them to accept me. Thinking I’d screwed up with Amber, I decided to give Seth a chance. At the end of the day it was obvious that we were attracted to one another. It wasn’t exactly how I would have liked to start a relationship, though all of it was uncharted waters as far as my experience went.

“Fine. Let’s catch a movie.”

Seth waited for me to clean up a bit before we exited my room. He took my hand as we walked through the living room and even said hi to my roommates. Despite feeling uncomfortable something about being in the presence of this popular man made me giddy.

I’d thought I’d had a one-night stand. It was my impression that we’d never be friends. Seth seemed genuinely interested in me, and I had no clue what to do about it.

Chapter 8

Christian

The movie theater was dark and for the most part empty. Except for a few couples scattered throughout it was vacant. Seth held my hand as we watched in silence. Halfway into the show we began making out. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses¸ and for some reason it didn’t matter if we were in public. I actually liked knowing that I was his date.

You can imagine the shock I felt when his hand traveled down underneath my panties. His warm palm cupped my pussy, his finger circling over my clit. I looked around the dark room to see if anyone was watching us. Once a little more pressure was applied I refused to worry.

The draw of his finger entering me caused me to whimper. It was turning me on so much that I began lifting my butt off the seat to match the way his hand was working. I knew that if someone were behind me they’d know exactly why my head was bouncing. To imagine it being someone we knew was terrifying yet thrilling. We started kissing again as he continued to plunge his finger inside of me while flicking my clit with his thumb nail. I couldn’t contain how amazing it felt, soon falling prey to an earth shattering orgasm.

Slowly he revoked his finger, shocking me when it was brought up to my lips and drug over them. I pulled my head away until he came forward and kissed my lips, sucking in the flavor himself.

It turned me on more. Our tongues meshed together and I immediately went searching for the fly on his pants. His stiff cock, so apparent, was there waiting once I made it inside. He stopped kissing me and whispered against my lips. “Please kiss it. Suck my dick, Chris.”

For the second time he’d asked me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with. The strange thing was that this time my mouth began to water. I wanted to return the favor he’d just given to me, and I was prepared to go against my better judgment to make it happen.

Crawling down on the concrete floor wasn’t the hard part. It was trying not to think about being caught giving oral sex in a movie theater. If my parents ever discovered what I was doing they’d disown me.

Even with that terrible fate looming in my mind, I cupped my palm around his shaft and leaned forward, taking the tip in between my lips. His warm skin felt so soft. The taste of rubber from our sexual relations earlier still lingered. Unsure of what I was about to take part in, I loved the idea of impressing Seth. He clenched a clump of my hair as my mouth consumed his hard cock. I sucked hard while using my free hand to massage the remainder of his shaft. I could hear the little sounds escaping him. They made me work harder to please him. My cheeks began to ache just as I felt a hot gush filling them. The salty flavor caused me to gag, spewing the wad onto the floor. Seth leaned forward offering me the edge of his t-shirt to wipe my face off with. “Damn, girl. Where’d you learn how to give head like that?”