The Fifth Day
by Kaia Bennett
Publication Date: October 1, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
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Alyse felt
that familiar tingle between her legs spreading out into her
thighs and into her womb. Her body was starting to flush
with heat and she realized distantly that her hips had curved
inward and then backwards. Then again. So slow that no one
would have been able to see, but the crease in Justin’s brow and
his short exhalation of breath told her he felt it.
“You gonna
let go of my neck now, Alyse? Or are you trying to see how babies
are made?”
She laughed,
recalling the old joke. He would say that whenever she
tickled him, something he hated but was terribly
susceptible to. He would pin her down to stop her, or warn her
she was going to wind up pregnant if she didn’t stop trying
to cop a feel. Even then there had always been that niggling
voice in the back of her mind. What would happen if she
didn’t stop? What would happen if her fingers dropped
below his stomach and traced over the cut of his narrow hips?
What if she held onto him tighter instead of pushing away?
What would
happen if she called his bluff now?
“And if
I said ‘yes’? Huh? You gonna show me what you workin’ wit?”
Justin’s eyebrows
raised a full centimeter in response. A laugh escaped his lips.
It wasn’t exactly nervous laughter, but the tension in his
limbs and the tightness in his lips belied the ease with which
he smiled.
“You couldn’t
handle all this, mama,” he said with a wink. “Besides, I
gotta get up early tomorrow, so I can’t spend hours
giving you the full Justin Haas Experience.”
Again that
authentic laugh of hers, throaty and feminine, but deeper
than normal somehow. She laughed with her whole body and it
vibrated through his.
“That’s a
shame, J. I’m probably just drunk enough to let you.”
Fuck. He
must be really drunk because he was taking her seriously, or at
least his body was. He’d already out lasted his welcome
in this embrace, but he couldn’t make himself move or
laugh her off. He was starting to get hard; a gradual,
tentative erection filling his jeans as if even his dick
was wary of where this was going. But the little fucker
had always had a mind of its own. It was saying, Remember
how many times you fantasized about this? And, Damn,
she’s warm... And, Did you feel that? I think she’s
rubbing her pussy against me, man! All
incredibly unhelpful thoughts in this situation. He needed
to get up before he had some explaining to do, before he
really embarrassed himself.
But, it
hadn’t been his imagination. Ever so slightly, so subtly he would
have missed it if his entire body wasn’t crying out for more,
she rolled her hips against his. A pulse of desire went
through his cock, spreading like fire through his limbs.
He licked his lips, staring into her eyes for a long moment. Her
smile was playful, but her eyes were dark. Something more than a
joke was moving under the surface of her innocent
drunkenness. Her tongue darted over her lips and his eyes
followed the movement, and then watched her take notice of
where his gaze was directed. Her head tilted slowly to the side,
her eyes watching his face. He wondered what she saw.
She could
feel him hardening against her. His eyes changing to a color
she hadn’t seen before. Deep blue, with only a hint of
green around the iris; a blue that was like drowning in the
depths of the ocean. Was this what other girls saw when he was
on top of them like this? Was this what she wanted to see now?
Yes,
a tiny voice growled, much louder than the voice of reason. It’s
about time.
That voice in her head made her speak aloud, made her lift her hips, knowing that asking her next question would push her past the boundaries of joking. Moving to a place where Justin could either accept what she was suggesting, or forever close the door on the possibility.
“Do you want to see how much you can get away with, Justin?” She’d only whispered the words, but her fingers echoed her intent when they brushed lightly over the soft hair at the base of his neck. “I’ll let you,” she breathed. “If you want.”
That voice in her head made her speak aloud, made her lift her hips, knowing that asking her next question would push her past the boundaries of joking. Moving to a place where Justin could either accept what she was suggesting, or forever close the door on the possibility.
“Do you want to see how much you can get away with, Justin?” She’d only whispered the words, but her fingers echoed her intent when they brushed lightly over the soft hair at the base of his neck. “I’ll let you,” she breathed. “If you want.”
He swallowed.
Let him what? Kiss her? Fuck her? That was left up to him
to figure out, if he were willing. She was offering. She
was lying under him, telling him he could take what he wanted if
he just had the courage. And he would have an out if he
chose; he could blame it on the drinks they’d had, on her sadness,
on his need to get laid. He could write it all off as a
crazy lapse in judgment induced by her eyes and her rolling
hips, instead of years of secret longing.
If only it were that easy to play the fool. He was drunk, but he wasn’t that far gone. He knew when the sun came up he’d feel this, he’d remember this. He’d wanted it for so long, how could he not?
If only it were that easy to play the fool. He was drunk, but he wasn’t that far gone. He knew when the sun came up he’d feel this, he’d remember this. He’d wanted it for so long, how could he not?
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