Page 5 of Keys

“Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself.” He muttered as his mouth latched onto my neck. There was no way he could know that I had developed a bit of a crush on him over the past couple of weeks. “Keys, how do you feel about this shirt?” He asked as he tugged on the hemline.

“It’s a very nice piece of clothing,” I deadpanned.

Quickshot laughed, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle up even as I noticed – for the first time – that he had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Damn him for having one tiny thing that made me even more endeared to him than I was before.

“I think it would look much nicer on the floor.” He shimmied it up higher, exposing my mid-section all the way up to my bra line.

“That’s not very flattering. The floor doesn’t even have the curves to support it.” My sarcasm was ignored as he pushed it up and over my shoulders, tugging it off me while just the strength of his lower body kept mine secured to the door. There really wasn’t anything sexier than a man who could hold you pinned to a wall with nothing more than his magic pelvis while stripping you naked.

His hands came up to cup the girls, even though they were still incased in the pink, lace bra I’d worn beneath my shirt.

“The floor might not do the shirt justice, but this bra makes your tits look fabulous. Definitely worth it,” he told me as he leaned in and sucked on one of my nipples through the nearly sheer material of the bra. “As pretty as this is, it has to go, sweetheart.”

One of his hands slid behind my back and deftly flicked the clasps on my bra, freeing them quicker than I could ever do it myself. With each practiced move he used, I was both enthralled, and determined to not fall for his shit.

Why was it that the men who knew exactly what they were doing were always the worst ones for your heart?

“No offense but, things seem slightly out of balance here.” His hands immediately moved down to take hold of my ass once again, as if he had been about to drop me. I laughed at the miscommunication. “I meant that I’m down two articles of clothing now and you’re still all dressed up.”

“Oh! Well, that won’t be an issue much longer,” Quickshot told me as he gently placed me on my feet again and stripped out of almost everything in record time. His kutte joined mine, on the dresser beside the door. Oddly enough, I didn’t even remember him taking mine off me. Then again, it was also the first time that I noticed there was a dresser and that we were in a bedroom, not an office. The guy had the power to hypnotize me. This was going to have to go down as a one-time fuck, because I couldn’t handle someone like him in my life permanently.

“Get out of that beautiful head,” he whispered against my neck as his mouth placed tiny little bites there, causing my skin to respond and awaken beneath his touch.

“Get out of those clothes,” I demanded, much to his amusement.

“As the lady demands,” he teased, but then he followed through and finished shucking out of every piece of clothing that had still been hiding his wonderful body. Quickshot was fit without having that gym rat appearance. Seeing his beautiful body did things to me, making me quiver where I stood. He tilted his head to the side and grinned at me as I openly admired his display.

“Your turn,” he suggested quietly. When I was too slow to acquiesce, Quickshot reached out and went to work removing the rest of my clothing. “No worries. I enjoy unwrapping my gifts just as much as I like putting them to good use.” His wink told me he was teasing, but the heavy-lidded lust also made me believe he would use me up to the best of his abilities. And wasn’t that what we were there for, after all?

“Maybe, I want to be the one putting you to good use.”

“Oh, you will!” He agreed with me even as he pushed me, none to gently, against the door of his room. “But first,” he said as he hoisted me up by my thighs. “I want to taste you, so we’ll call this mutual usage.” I yelped as he lifted me even higher so that my hands were pressed against the ceiling of the room to stabilize myself while he had me wrap my thighs around his neck and drape them over his shoulders.

“Holy shit!” The curse fell from my lips as I attempted to stave off the panic being thrust so high in the air caused. Quickshot shook his head and laughed as he gripped my thighs harder and blew hot breath across my sex.

“I’ll have you praying to God in a minute, honey.” I wanted to make a witty retort that would throw him off his game, but when his wicked tongue slid through my center, licking from my opening to my clit and then giving a delicious little suck, all words left my brain. I was no longer capable of articulating my name, let alone some sexy banter. I groaned loud and low as my hands pressed harder against the ceiling in order to push my pussy down, tighter against his face, to try to get quicker relief. It was the only demand I could make. He must have known the truth of it too because his chuckle against me was a tease.

“Please, just shut up and put your tongue to better use,” I demanded.

Quickshot made sure I was secure with my back against the door before he let go with one hand and smacked the side of my thigh. “Quit telling me what to do, or I’m going to have to find some way to shut you up too.”

I laughed. “You wish…” I’m not too proud to say that my words devolved quickly into a series of moans I would normally be a little embarrassed about. In this case, with Quickshot’s returning groans, there was no need to be. He obviously enjoyed causing the involuntary sounds I made.

He punished me with his tongue, and seriously, it couldn’t be called anything else. The way he went about devouring me was more of an attack than a sensual savoring. All things considered; it was exactly what I needed. A more intimately passionate experience would have made me get all up in my feelings, exactly where I didn’t want to be. Besides, it didn’t take long for him to have me trembling with desire. It was mixed with a healthy dose of fear that my orgasm, and subsequent loss of control, would cause me to go tumbling to the floor. The fear took a backseat as my body flew over the edge into rapture without my permission.

“Quickshot.” I hummed his name as the trembling began to subside. He slid his tongue up me one more time, capturing the wetness that had gathered there.

“Hmm?”

“I need both feet on the ground now.”

“Don’t think so.” While he spoke, he quickly pulled my legs around to the front of his body and stepped back, allowing just enough room for me to slide down his body. Before my feet could touch the floor, I was flying. The bastard tossed me onto the bed that was thankfully closer than I realized. I gasped as he chuckled. “See, no need for your feet to hit the floor at all.”

“You bastard!”

“Aww, come on now, that’s not true. My Mom and Dad were married to one another when they made me.” He laughed at his own joke. I huffed indignantly while the asshole continued laughing as he crawled up and straddled my legs with his own. Then he grabbed me by my hips and flipped me over so that my ass was on display, and I was face down in his mattress.

“This ass has been taunting me all night. Before that too, but tonight, it looked so good I just wanted to take a bite.” And then, he did just that. The fucker leaned down and playfully bit my ass cheek before kissing the same spot. As if his kiss would magically take the sting away. Then he grabbed hold of my hips again and pulled me up so that we were in the perfect position for him to enter me.

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