The Night Of Revenge (6/6)
5:50am.
She gripped at him, giving in her instincts as she arched against him. He refrained from rolling over her and trailed open mouthed kisses down her jaw line, then bit her earlobe in a successful attempt to make her gasp.
When he went back to her mouth, she welcomed him and he couldn't remember having been kissed or having kissed that widely. Compared to that, Madison or Gia looked like they were bored even when he had been banging them.
His eyed widened in the dark again when her hand grabbed his butt, just as he made her moan. He sucked at pulse point in her neck and tentatively slid his hand on her underwear.
Mac was breathing loudly, without any order anymore. She had to come and face the truth. She was making out really hardcore with Dick, and the more it went on, the more it turned to be some kind of foreplaying. She found it was better than everything she could have thought. And she felt guilty, thinking that Cassidy would probably be a sucker at it, compared to his brother.
When she felt his hand come down, she forgot everything and shifted to be more accessible but made it look like involuntary movement. She was feeling so hot, she wondered where the shy girl did go.
That is, until she felt his finger trace doodles on her thong. She hid her face in his neck. He knew the best way to get her comfortable again was to get there fast. He slipped under the fabric and almost chocked to found her 1) shaved (She'd thought about tonight, huh!), 2) wet. Well, the second part was less of a surprise, but still made his body react. And so he made hers.
She relaxed and fell back on the bed as soon as he found her clit. He smiled widely, and made his way to her neck while she gasped with surprise and pleasure. Oh, right, and emphasis on that last one.
Knight
6:23am.
Mac cried out, and Dick watched her, as he ran circles on her core. She whined as he refused to let her push him inside. He had already pushed her hands away from his aching erection.
This was insane, even for him, but though he did want her to come, he didn't want to get inside. Too soon. He was a jerk, a jackass, whatever, but he still knew she would feel guilty enough after, he didn't want to add sleeping with him part of the guilt. Nope, this was a good part.
He kept it as real hot foreplay. It was a torture, for him. He whispered to her that, if he did dig his fingers inside, he would want to put something else too. And didn't have anything. He added the last part as she met shyly his eyes, silently saying that she wouldn't mind. And he inwardly congratulated himself as he was, at the time more than any other, perfectly aware and remembered that he had at least three condoms in his wallet, which was in his jeans, just across the room.
She cried out again, coming for and because of him, shuddering frantically. He felt like screaming with frustration and desire when he saw her arch beside him in the darkness, her eyes shining.
He gave her time to bask, resting by her side. He let her come to him and canoodle. Her breathing was deep and slow when he kissed her again. She was satisfied, and he was proud of it, and of him.
He cuddled her to sleep and considered jacking off to be able to rest. But by the time he considered prying himself out of watching her, he went all sleepy and yawning. So he just lay in bed and pulled her closer in his embrace.
His first complete night with a girl, and he hadn't had sex. This was just Earth turning backward. Usually he spent his nights alone -yet not lonely, he liked his space-, and he just had quickies with easy lays. This time he hadn't want her to be one.
Why? Because he might have been thinking of her as different. And worth more than the other girls he had touched. And deep inside, as much as he had wanted to be her first time, it didn't feel right, even for him, a first time as first night. Not even after a date. For a girl it was more important. He didn't want this night -or the twisted beginning of it at least- to be the night she would remember for all her life.
He smiled to himself, thinking of him as a brave knight again and scoffing at himself inwardly just after.
Luvah
1:49pm.
Dick moaned as he stretched and rubbed his face. He'd slept like a baby. He peeked at Mac, he had almost forgotten about her. He wasn't in his bed, he was at Beav's place. Oddly enough, he was ok with it. Kinda happy, since his night had been hot.
He considered waking her up, but he realized she was already, when she muttered a greeting without opening her eyes. “Mornin’.”
He smiled, she was all cute with bed hair and her hand balled under her chin. He wasn't used to waking up next to chicks. It was the actual first time it happened in a scenario which didn't involve him passing out from alcohol in a bedroom whose owner he didn’t know.
He wasn't used to, and had always believed he wouldn't like it. But she was so funny and cute to watch. And so cuddly, like a little girl or those cute little kitties you can sometimes see on post cards. He stopped there with the analogy, because it was already wrong, since it would mean he wanted to fondle and scrompf a little girl or a kitten. I know, ew.
He placed a feather light kiss on her eyelids, and whispered back. “Mornin'.”
She shyly eyed him, expecting him to say something like 'You know this was just 'like that', right?'.
Instead she found him smiling as she met his eyes and looking as uncertain as she was. It didn't last though. He pulled her closer and pressed his lips on her forehead. “How about breakfast?” She nodded and he grinned. “A girl in my shirt, that is so hot.”
Half an hour later, after room service, as she climbed into the shower, she realized that she hadn't felt the need of one last night, although it had been truly hot and sexy. She tried not to wonder if it was yet another difference between Dick and his bother.
When she came back, he was waiting for her, stereo back in his bag, lying on the bed. She came closer and realized he wasn't texting someone, or probably not, since it was her cellphone he had in hand. She climbed on the bed, cursing one more time against her dress, which didn't help her moving. He was entering his number, under 'Luvah'. She scoffed and he gave her back her cell. “In case you wanna play poker again...” He said with a grin.
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “The whole game, you know...”
She grinned and flushed in response. This was definitely an offer way more attractive than a card game. She jumped down the bed and he rose. He felt his cell vibrating and looked up puzzled when he realized it was her calling him. She grinned and pocketed her cell. “In case the idea comes to you first.”
Dick studied the girl in front of him. How could a girl be so shy and so ...? he was searching for the word who would describe how he felt towards her. He felt like giving her a high five and pinning her against the wall at the same time. He wasn't bored at all with her and she was an actual challenge -being a smart ass and all-, which he liked.
He smiled, baffled, pulling her in his arms to kiss her forehead again before they left. This girl was really something. “Oh, I'll call you.”
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