Free Flirting With Chaos by Kenya Wright

I don’t tend to have control. If you were anybody else looking at me that way, I would already be inside of you.”
    He pressed his lips against mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Chocolate coated his wet tongue. My legs gave out as he explored my mouth and nibbled my bottom lip. I moaned into him, riding a wave of pure pleasure. If I’d known he kissed like this, I may have stopped being a virgin at fourteen. He withdrew. I charged forward and hauled those lips back to me, relishing their soft texture.
    “Damn, Rain.” He picked me up and guided my legs around his waist. “You’re not helping things.”
    I rested my arms on his shoulders. This close, his cologne covered me like a blanket—a pine scent mixed with the undertones of wood, something sweet, and other things from the earth. The area between my thighs ached. I tightened my legs around him and pressed my center into his groin, rubbing up and down over the hardness that appeared as soon as we made contact. I felt like I would explode right there.
    I bet I could hump him until I come.
    Calm down. Get hold of yourself.
    “This is going to be so fucking hard.” He squeezed my behind.
    “You’re already hard.”
    “I’m talking about not fucking you tonight. Stop teasing me.”
    “Am I?” I ground into him again.
    “Oh, fuck it. Keep doing that.” He groaned and stared down as I rocked my hips into him. “Does it feel good?”
    “God, yes.” My clitoris swelled with blood and need.
    “Could you come right now?” His voice sounded hoarse.
    “Yes.” The pressure on my throbbing bud delivered hot sensations through me.
    “I bet you’re soaking wet.” He moved his hands to my hips and guided me hard into him, until all I could feel was his thick dick pushing against my core.
    Maybe we should do it tonight.
    My stomach didn’t rumble in pain like it had with other guys. All the changes in my body stemmed from the lush pressure he gave to my swollen clitoris. I let my head fall back and cried out in satisfaction.
    “Right there, Rainy.”
    “After the storm, I’ll consume you until there’s nothing left. I’ll make love to you. I’ll put your body to the test.”
    The boom of the beat increased. Everyone jumped and swayed fast, pumping and winding their bodies around the dance floor. Jude and I continued rocking into each other. We were entangled into the moment—the song, the feel of our bodies, the heat radiating between us, our scents mingling together, and the mounting of an orgasm that sparked at my center and rose higher and higher, just yearning to detonate into sensual delight.
    “Rainbow! Jude!” Someone tapped our shoulders.
    The moment broke away. The intensity of the situation vanished. It was like I’d stepped into a freezing cold shower.
    Kaden stood next to us. Sweat dripped down his face. He held his guitar and focused all of his attention to my swinging hips.
    “Not now, Dad,” Jude growled. His erection was stiff and unyielding. He didn’t stop pumping it against me, and, as embarrassed with his father being there as I was, I didn’t want Jude to end the rubbing. He could have continued, and I wouldn’t have stopped until I came.
    “Come on, Rainbow. Get on stage with me.” Kaden yanked at my shirt, but his gaze targeted Jude. I swore rage lingered between his eyelids, but I wasn’t sure.
    “What the fuck!” Jude swung me around and put his back to his dad. Madness blazed in his eyes. He’d told me before that when he was on E, he never became angry; he just chilled. Apparently, this would be a first tonight.
    “Don’t make a scene, man!” Kaden stepped around us.
    Right before Jude moved us again, I climbed out of his arms and stood back on the floor.
    “What are you doing?” Jude wrenched me toward him hard.
    I stumbled into his chest and shoved him away. “Stop it.”
    “Calm down, Jude! Let her go. You need to cool off.” Kaden knocked Jude’s hands down.
    People looked our way. Realization