Page 1 of Heart Stopping
CHAPTER 1
HARLOW
"Do you have a key?" I asked between frantic kisses.
"OfcourseI have a key. I live here, don't I?" He went to pat his jeans’ pocket, to realize they dragged behind him, only his right ankle still encased in denim. He tried to kick it off, but the hem was caught on his shoe.
"Fucking hell." He pressed his palm to the wall beside him, leaned on his arm and yanked off his pants. His shoe came off inside the leg. Triumphant, he snatched his jeans up and rifled through the pockets for his key. Dressed in only a black button down shirt, one shoe, one sock and boxers covered in cartoon birds, he slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open.
He threw his pants inside and gestured for me to follow. "Milady…" He cocked his head expectantly.
His English accent was attractive, but not enough for me to offer my name. Instead, I stepped past him, into his tiny apartment. I barely started to take a look around before he closed the door and pushed me up against it.
"Now, where were we?" He slipped his hands up the front of my shirt and cupped my breasts. His mouth found mine again, his tongue sliding over my lips and pressing inside.
I kissed him back, his light stubble tickling my cheeks.
How long had it been since I had a good fuck? Too long. I didn't usually pick up strays, but for a muscular guy with tousled blonde hair and ridiculously blue eyes, I'd make an exception. It was a fuck, no strings. No fuss. We both understood that.
I pushed his buttons through their holes before working his shirt off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. His body was a study in lines, grooves and black ink, complemented by scars that crisscrossed his torso.
"Like what you see?"
I hadn't realized I was staring, but now he was looking at me, satisfied smirk on his face. A dimple popped in one cheek.
"I've seen worse." I trailed my fingers down from his collarbone, over his chest and flat stomach.
He smirked bigger and pushed my shirt up and over my head. "Such a pretty girl." He reached around to flick open the hooks of my bra like he'd done it a million times before.
Cool air hit my nipples, making them harden. Or maybe it was the way he was admiring me, like I was the work of art.
Giving him a speculative look, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his hips. I have to admit, his cock was impressive, long and thick. He was already hard, pre-cum shining as if trying to compete with the piercing on his tip.
"You've had a good look, now it's only fair I return the favor." He pushed my panties down, letting them fall to my ankles. They'd barely touched the floor when he was picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. My back against the door, he stroked my clit with his long fingers and pushed the tip of his cock inside my pussy.
My arms around his neck, I held on while pushing him deeper into me, my heels on his firm ass.
"Fuck, girl, you feel like somethin' else," he whispered. He pulled back and thrust in, only to have the door rattle loudly behind us.
A moment later came a pounding on the wall. "Keep it down in there, I'm trying to sleep!"
He muttered something that sounded like, "Fucking tosser," and carried me over to the kitchenette. My ass on the very edge of the counter, he continued fucking and stroking me as though we weren't interrupted at all.
His piercing stroked deep inside me, heightening the pleasure to almost unbearable levels. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Incredible wasn't enough to describe it.
I was right on the verge of coming when he slid out of me. Ignoring my growl of protest, he lifted me from the counter and lay me down on the couch that took up most of the room. Taking his weight on his knees and elbows, he lay over me and slid back inside me, his thrusts slow.
Between strokes, he licked his way around one of my nipples, then drew it between his lips to suck.
"Has anyone told you you have perfect tits?" he asked, his voice muffled by said tits.
"I might have heard that once or twice before," I said immodestly.
What? They were very good breasts. A girl had to be vain about something; that was mine.
He chuckled. "I'll bet you hear it all the time."
He'd lose that bet, but I didn't mention it. Or much of anything right now. I was occupied with my rapidly rising orgasm. The pressure built like a bomb, set to detonate.
