“It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.” — Ellen Dean.
The front row of her teeth dug into her lower lip, when she gripped me by my shirt collar, slamming my body against the wooden door. It was a bit of a rough move from her side, but that’s what enjoyed about her. The thrill, the unpredictability. And that’s all I could process before I found myself eagerly kissing her. Jenna propped up one leg over one of mine, as I caught hold of it, kissing her with tremendous aggression. God, I missed this.
My tongue worked all the way into her mouth, exploring every inch of it, earning a moan from the other person. She tipped her face upwards, breaking from the kiss, when I descended my mouth down her throat, biting the soft flesh as she clutched my shoulders for support. Shifting one leg, she brushed it against my crotch, making me groan. Desire flooded in me, and I knew I was treading on dangerous grounds. After all, this was Roulette's house, and the understatement of the year would be the fact that he wasn’t really fond of me.
“What are you thinking?” She impatiently asked against my lips, her breath ragged and coming out in short gasps. Shaking my head, I pinned her against the door, her face pressed against the wood while I searched for the zipper of the dress, opening it with a sharp sound. The material fell to the floor, pooling at her feet and her naked body came to my sight.
Placing my chin at the hollow of her neck, I whispered, “No bra. I like it.” Goosebumps were traceable across her smooth skin, and I felt a shiver run down her spine. Sliding my hands down her slim waist, I pressed kisses against her neck, feeling her arch her back at me, moaning in pleasure. My groin twitched at the sound of it, when I guided her to the bed, making her lay horizontally so that I could access her easily.
There was no nervousness when I slid my fingers inside her, making her throw her head back in appreciation and pleasure. She sat up on the bed, her knees digging in the mattress, when she opened her mouth on mine, pulling me into a deep, lustful kiss. I eagerly returned the hungry kiss, tongue sliding inside while my fingers worked on her opening as she clutched my shoulders for support.
I urged her to lie down again, breaking the kiss so that I could get myself into action. She did follow suit, and my burning gaze raked her body, as I bent down to kiss her inner thighs. Squirming beneath my touch, she pressed a hand against her mouth, to prevent herself for making any sounds. Fair enough, we were in someone else's house after all.
My agile fingers hooked around her thong, moving it to the side when I moved my head forward, gently sucking on her clit. There was an aching moan from the other person, and after she spread her legs even further to give me better access. My tongue teased the inside of her sex, loving the taste of her wet enthusiasm. She wanted me a lot as I could tell and my uncomfortable pants told my part of the story too.
Her fingers ran through my tousled hair, tugging at them, urging me to move to high gear. I silently obeyed her request, moving my tongue deeper into her, when a large bang almost toppled me over the bed, urging me to look around frantically as to what caused the sound. At once, my eyes landed on the person who was at the door, when I blanched, not knowing what to say.
Jenna had quickly covered her body with the white sheets draped on the bed, her face having a guilty look plastered on them when she averted her eyes, refusing to look at the intruder. Light grey eyes stared at me in disbelief, awful surprise and shock, when he gasped, staggering back a few steps. Oh my god. His panicked eyes quickly looked from Jenna to me, before settling on her. Alexander. Holy shit.
“I guess it was good that you dumped me, Jenna. But it feels sad to know that it was because of a man as promiscuous as this. This is the thing you preferred to me.”
What did I just hear? You dumped me? Jenna dumped Alexander? For me?