Page 85 of Pride and Protest
Butt stuff
Another chick
Strap-ons
He asked for none of that.
“Kiss you?” he finished. He pulled her up to straddle him faster than she could say, “Hell yes.” Liza gasped as his mouth opened over hers, and his tongue swept inside. The tight bowstrings of her body were suddenly cut all at once.Why had he taken so long?He held her tightly and coaxed and teased with his tongue. His hand slid up her rib cage and caressed her back before it found her aching breast.
“No bra. This drove me crazy all night.” He rolled the firm bud between his thumb and forefinger. He used his other hand to push her hip harder into him. Liza placed her hands on his chest; the rapid pace of his heartbeat was like a drum under her hand. He stretched and hardened underneath her.
“Is this what you came for, Liza?” Dorsey said, rocking her again on his hardness. She fluttered open like a dark-petaled peony. When she arched her back, he took her breast in his mouth, sucking greedily over the thin T-shirt. A loud moan escaped her, and Dorsey clamped his hand over her mouth and continued his intense sucking and grinding. She moaned into his hand and bit the rough skin.
Shit, this got intense fast. If he found the right spot, shewould come with her clothes on like in high school. He was too damned in control of himself. Liza knew Park was just upstairs. She understood Dorsey’s restraint, but feverish need pulsed through her, and she wished he’d lay her down on this fancy-ass rug and fuck the way his eyes had told her he wanted to. Park could watch, for all she cared.
Liza didn’t expect this. Or rather, she didn’t expect for his kiss to be so jarring. His hands found the flimsy snap of her jeans, then the lace of her panties.
Gentle strokes, lord help her, such tiny tender strokes separated her folds.
“Liza, this pussy is as hot and wet as I thought it would be.” His mouth closed over hers again. He had thought about how hot and wet she would be. Well, she had the benefit of knowing exactly how his hard dick felt against her.
Something frayed inside her. Because suddenly she could see why people threw themselves into the arms of lovers, despite the wreckage it would cause. She understood how so many things could fall away in someone’s arms. He rubbed her clit and she ground into his hand.
“Shit, he’s coming.” He pulled away from her, and his eyes were just as surprised as hers. As if he didn’t know he would kiss her until his lips met hers.
“What, you’re coming?” Confused, Liza’s head swirled with sensory input.
Park came back from wherever he had scurried off to and made conspicuous noises announcing his presence.
“Damn! Mood change,” Park said. Liza hopped off Dorsey like he was made of hot coals and folded her hands over the wet spot on her shirt. It was translucent now, and one could make out the brown edges of the nipple underneath. Shit, she wouldneed to go to the bathroom to finish herself off. From the looks of him, Dorsey would beat her to it. He didn’t even try to hide his glossed lips and dazed expression.
He licked his fingers. Actually licked. Like she was the last bit of sticky, sweet dessert. He got up and made for the bathroom, and it was a herculean feat to not follow him there and help him out. Minutes passed in deeply awkward silence. Park’s eyes bounced away from her as she looked toward the bathroom. That she knew what he was doing in there continued to light her on fire. The thought of him stroking himself, wanting her so badly, maybe calling her name out, had her rocking in her seat.
After a few minutes, Dorsey opened the bathroom door and found her eyes again. The intensity of his gaze and the set of his jaw would have terrified a lesser woman. Even if she had never seen an I’m-going-to-fuck-the-shit-out-of-you face, it was the type of look she knew when she saw it. She wouldn’t get out of this untouched tonight.
They spent the night writing, listening, choosing songs, and guzzling wine. Liza absorbed a ton of information about the history of music in the Philippines and Korea, and she built playlists that would tell a story of the people. Dorsey played “Respeto” in the background and got into a real shouting match with Park over Filipino rapper Gloc-9 vs South Korean Keith Ape. Liza held her hands up when they looked at her to confirm a point. She wasn’t interested in telling someone else’s story and co-opting it. She lined up culturally appropriate guest DJs and librarians who would come onto her show. Park even gave her a few restaurants where she could go on location and promote. The result was a full sensory experience completely mapped out. When it was time for this radio installation, it would be her best. Liza checked herphone.Shit, it’s three thirty in the morning.She needed to keep her promise to Chicho.
Dorsey caught her looking. “I know you have to go.”
“I’m having a great time. I just promised Chicho...” Her tone was tinged with a little regret. She wanted this night to end differently.
“I understand. I’ll take you in the town car.” Dorsey was clutching his wallet.
Liza’s eyebrow shot up. “Is Raymond still up?”
“Who is Raymond?” Dorsey asked.
