Free Quake by Jacob Chance Page A

keep a straight face. He looks pained at my question which makes it even harder for me not to laugh.
           His body tenses under my fingers. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.” His eyes narrow. “Of course I don’t like the dude. He’s had his dick inside you.”
          Wow. I wasn’t expecting that answer and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to myself, part of me thinks his jealousy is hot.
           After we say goodbye to everyone, we walk out to the large back parking lot. His hand is low on my waist, just above the curve of my ass as we arrive at his car. He spins me around and presses my back against the side of the passenger door swallowing my gasp of surprise with his kiss. His hand reaches up to tangle in my hair, his hold is tight, as his hot tongue plunders my mouth.
          My hands grip his arms and clutch at the material of his shirt while his other hand slides up the inside of my thigh. When he reaches the edge of my panties, I whimper into his mouth and part my legs. His fingers slowly trace the edge of the elastic, back and forth as if he has all the time in the world.
          I tear my mouth from his, “Please,” I beg. “Please touch me.”
          His hand in my hair tugs hard, pulling my head back and I’m surprised at how aroused I am by the unexpected sting of pain. The heat of his mouth and the softness of his beard traveling along the length of my neck reminds me of what it felt like moving along my inner thighs. I cry out when he bites my neck at the same time his fingers plunge inside of me. His lips touch the bottom of my ear.
          He whispers in a husky voice, “Is this what you want Baby? Do you want me to make you come?”
          “Yes. Please.” My eyes squeeze shut and I focus on what his capable fingers are doing to me.
          “Open your eyes,” he orders me. “I want you to see who’s making you feel this good.” He licks from the base of my neck all the way up to the tip of my chin and then slides his mouth over mine for another kiss. My eyes fall shut and his mouth catches all of my moans and whimpers. His fingers inside of me and his thumb circling my clit push me higher and higher. He tears his mouth from mine.
          “Look at me. I want you to know who owns this cunt.” His eyes are feral in the darkness with only the light of the street lamps. My fingers claw at his shoulders when my legs start to quiver.
    He tugs on my hair and squeezes my clit. “Say my name when you come.”
          “Kyle,” I moan as I tremble through my orgasm.
     
    ***
     
         Kyle and I haven’t been able to get together for the past few days. I’ve been occupied with school projects and exams and he’s been busy with his work. I’m not exactly sure what he does day to day, I have a feeling if he told me about it he would be breaking his client’s confidentiality and he doesn’t seem like the type of guy who’d ever do that. The more I get to know him, the more I like what I’m learning.
          I grimace as I stretch my legs out on the coffee table in front of me to loosen them up. I’ve been sitting in the same position for the past two hours trying to finish up this English paper, it’s due tomorrow. If I could stop my thoughts from wandering to Kyle, I would’ve been done by now. He’s not easy to stop thinking about. A flash of heat washes over me when I remember what happened in the Quake parking lot. Jesus, just thinking about it brings it all back. I close my eyes and I can practically feel his rough touch. I’ve never had anyone talk to me the way he did. I open my eyes and try not to feel embarrassed about the way I begged him to make me come. What is it about this guy that has me doing things I’ve never done before?
          I stare at my laptop while I try to focus back on my task, but all I see is the hungry way Kyle looked at me when he made me come. I can’t help but hope