Wicked Dance

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One

Fuck the Popcorn

After our dance was over, I picked up the dirty plates and walked to the kitchen. Tom tried to stop me as always, but I ignored him. As I rinsed off the plates, he snaked behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You know, there’s this really cool invention called the dishwasher. Have you heard of it?” he asked, taking a nibble of my right earlobe.

“Smartass.”

He slid his hands down my arms until we were both under the sudsy water. He brought his lips to my neck, breathing slowly over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

He pressed against me from behind. The soft fabric of his pants did little to block the ridge forming beneath them. His wet hands cupped my breasts, drenching me with soapy water as he squeezed them through my shirt. “God, baby, I want you so bad.”

I gasped.

“Forget the dishes,” he said as he bit my ear.

I turned off the faucet and faced him. “What dishes?”

His eyes were fire, his chest heaving against my breasts. I focused on his lips, slightly parted and begging to be kissed. We fell into each other in fervor. His tongue inside my mouth turned me into molten lava, liquefying my body.

I didn’t realize how much I wanted him until I was ready to rip off his clothes. I hadn’t planned it like this. We were supposed to make popcorn and watch the DVD.

“The movie…” I said between heated breaths.

“It can wait.” He took a bite of my lower lip, his hands already riding up my shirt.

“The popcorn. You were supposed to make me homemade popcorn.”

“Fuck the God damn popcorn. I need you right now. Shit. Like right fucking now.” He grabbed my ass as he continued to consume my mouth.

I reached below his waist and inside his pants.

Oh.

He was hard as steel. I stroked him, drawing out moans from deep within his chest. My mouth watered for a taste of his arousal. As if hearing my thoughts, he broke from our kiss and nearly snarled at me. “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

I thought he’d never ask. I smirked as I dropped to my knees and undid the tie of his sweat pants, lowering them and his underwear enough to spring free his massive erection. I looked up at him. His face was glorious, drunk in bliss, and I hadn’t yet put him inside my mouth. I teased him with a lick down his shaft. He gasped as I wet his entire length before swallowing the engorged head between my lips.

He cupped my head with his hands as he closed his eyes and moaned. With his fingers burrowed in my hair, he gently drove his dick deeper into my mouth, making sure I devoured him whole, until it felt like he was going to explode inside my mouth. Our eyes met again. It was erotic, how much I wanted to please him and how much he enjoyed me. I could give him head eternally.

Our passion was too strong, begging us to bind our love for each other once again. He pulled me up to my feet, his eyes still swimming with lust. He lifted me up onto the kitchen counter and ripped off my shirt and undid the button on my jeans, quickly helping me slip them off. I sat on the cold granite in only my black panties and bra.

He kissed me like a ravenous lion ready to feast. I grabbed his shirt and lifted it up over his head, tossing it on the kitchen floor, the muscles on his chest flexing. He dropped his pants and wasted no time unclasping my brassiere; my thong nearly ripped as he pulled it off.

In an instant, he had me leaning back on the granite, my legs spread wide, his tongue dipping inside my slit. He pried me open with his fingers, rendering me completely vulnerable to his touch. His tongue was cool against my heat as an orgasm began to coil.

“I need you,” I moaned.

“Not yet. First, I want to watch you come.” He gently swirled his tongue around my clit until everything between my legs throbbed. And as my body began to quiver, he glided a finger inside me, then vibrated it inside my walls. My spine tightened as I came all over his hand and mouth. He grinned at me as I raised my gaze at him. “I get so hard watching you come,” he said.

I smirked. “Hard enough to fuck me?”

There was no hesitation. Tom pulled me closer to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to his neck. He picked me up off the counter and gently lowered me onto his erection, grabbing my ass and guiding my body over his dick. “Ah fuck. You’re so wet.” His voice was harsh, the sound of the raw male hunger enthralling me, making my legs tremble.

Anger, despair, sorrow—we had to purge it out of us. This was about releasing tension and maybe even punishing each other for the loss we forced the other to feel.

We needed this.

He plunged his hungry cock harder into me, sheathing himself completely. It hurt and made me scream, in agony and in ecstasy. Yet, to see him so fulfilled with my body made me want to give him all of me until there was nothing left. Our tongues danced in fury, and he growled as I pushed down into him, squeezing my walls around him so hard that with one final profanity, he exploded inside me.

He kissed me as he chased the wave of his orgasm, whispering I love you and asking me for forgiveness.

There was nothing to forgive.

Later, we sat on his couch, munching on his famous homemade popcorn and watching the movie we never finished.