Monday Poetry/Writing Train

Today how about a smidge from Chased?

18 and over only after the jump

Copyright 2007, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Samhain Publishing

He snared her with his gaze and she let herself be swept up, nodding. Grabbing her hand, he drew her outside. Down the block he paused and pulled her into an alley. Pushing her back against the wall, he ducked his head, his mouth finding hers again.

The wall, still warm from the sun, scratchy against her skin, dug into her back as he plundered her mouth. Deep in the shadows, his hands roved her body as her mind spiraled. She should not be doing this! But it felt so good. It was dark, no one could see and all he was doing was kissing her. His tongue, clever and carnal, slid along hers, his teeth nipped her bottom lip.

The humid evening air cooled the sweat on her skin as he pushed the bodice of her dress open and his hands found her breasts.
“No bra. God, what you do to me,” he murmured, lips against the skin just below her ear.

Her hands slid down the wall of his chest to the waist of his jeans, unsnapping and unzipping them. She took him in her hands, sliding her grip up and down and he groaned.

His fingertips found the loose material of her dress and slowly pulled it up, exposing her thighs, and then he reached up the last inch and slid his fingertips into her panties.

She froze a moment until he brushed her clit and all thought left her. A rhythm of rolling hips, of thrusts and moans caught them, slowing time, taking them to another place where it was just the two of them.

“You’re so damned sexy, sugar. I need you to come for me.”

She whimpered softly as her thighs began to tremble. His cock in her hand was slick from the heat and the pre-come at the slit.

“Fuck. I’m so close. One touch and I’m halfway there with you. What do you do to me, Liv? So much, so much to me. You’re so hot, so wet. I’m going to fuck you standing up when we get back to your house. I want to look in your eyes,” he murmured into her ear, the heat of his body on her neck.

Liv had to bite back a scream when he pressed two fingers inside her and caught her where shoulder met neck, between his teeth. Orgasm came then, quicksilver, and she felt his warmth on her hand as he came as well.

With a soft kiss he rearranged her panties and let her skirt fall as his other hand pulled her bodice back together.

“Wait.” She dug in her purse with trembling hands and pulled out a handkerchief, passing it his way.

He put it into his pocket when he finished. “I’ll uh, get this back to you later in the week.”

Smiling, she tucked his cock back into his jeans but let him button and zip to avoid any injury.

She should feel bad. He’d just made her come in an alley. But she didn’t feel cheap, she didn’t feel bad. The way he touched her was always respectful, he made her feel beautiful. The frenzy made her feel desirable.

4 comments to “Monday Poetry/Writing Train”

  1. Susan Helene Gottfried
    October 22nd, 2007 at 6:08 pm · Link

    Now in print, huh? Uh-oh…

  2. Ann
    October 22nd, 2007 at 7:44 pm · Link

    In print, eh? Hmmm. 😀

  3. Christine
    October 23rd, 2007 at 6:41 am · Link

    Just makes me want to go back and read it again 😀

  4. Red Garnier
    October 23rd, 2007 at 6:42 am · Link

    Ditto Christine, I want to go back and re-read Lauren! 😀