More Than Okay by T.T. Kove Page B

pressed me up against the closed door and kissed me again, while I unbuttoned his jeans. I reached into them, slipping my hand under the hem of his underwear, and finally wrapped my fingers around hard cock. I pushed underwear and jeans down so it sprang free.  
    He bucked against me, then reached down and hiked my dress up. His fingers slipped into my panties, running over my clit. He must feel how wet I was, because he inserted two fingers in me straight away. I was panting. It wasn’t his fingers I wanted though, and I grabbed his arse to pull him in closer to me.  
    He took the hint. He removed his hand, then grabbed a hold of me and lifted me up. I gasped in surprise, but pulled my panties out of the way as he positioned himself. The head of his cock breached me and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. He was both long and thick, but I was so bloody turned on that he slid right home.  
    “Yes,” I whimpered, tilted my head back to rest against the door. “Yes, yes, yes.”  
    He pulled back, then thrust up again, harder this time. I wrapped my arms properly around his shoulders so he wouldn’t drop me in the passion. I moved with his thrusts, which were gaining speed and strength, and he was ramming into me in the end. I loved every second of it though. I didn’t mind rough sex, not at all. Sweet and slow had it’s advantages, but not for this hook-up.  
    I was pretty sure I heard laughter, but it was as if it came from far away, because my orgasm was building, and it was coming on quick. Before I knew, I was crying out and clutching at his shoulder, probably so hard my nails scraped his skin. He was bucking frantically against me and then he came, shooting into me. He continued to thrust until he was dry, then he slowly pulled out and set me back down on my feet.  
    My legs were shaking, but I managed to pull my knickers into place again and my dress down. I could feel his semen trickling out of me, wetting the panties, but our encounter had been so good I’d deal with that uneasiness.  
    “Come home with me.” He was pulling his pants and jeans up, but eyes were still clouded with desire when he looked at me.  
    I nodded. I couldn’t even speak. The whole hook-up had me weak in the knees and speechless. It was pathetic—but it was also everything I’d dreamed of. I’d finally had Jo, the way I’d always wanted to have him.  
    I managed to catch Yvonne’s attention in the doorway, so I didn’t have to go back into the crowded club. I put my thumb and little finger to ear and mouth, in the universal sign of ‘I’ll call you’. She nodded, winked, and then went back to Tarjei. Jo was behind me, and he put a hand at the small of my back as we went downstairs.  
    Jo didn’t live far from the bar, so we walked. I was a bit unsteady, but he was at my side, supporting me. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He made such a fine figure in the loose-fitting jeans and the light blue shirt. I knew what hid underneath that shirt though. A fit body, with muscular arms and several tattoos. His tattoos had always had be drooling.  
    Once we were in his flat, I was struggling to get my high heels off. I couldn’t very well bend over, because I was afraid of loosing my balance, but lifting one foot up also posed that problem. Jo was laughing at me, but he bent down to undo the clash around my ankle. He took of one shoe, then the other, and both times he let his hands stroke up my legs. Thank god I’d shaved properly that morning.  
    “I’m dripping your come,” was what came out of my mouth though and I closed my eyes in mortification.  
    He laughed again, then stood up and hugged me close. “Come on, let’s get some water in you.”  
    I trailed after him into the kitchen, where he filled up a big beer glass with tap water for me. I drank greedily from it. I’d definitely had too much to drink.  
    “Do you want to take a shower?”  
    “No.” All I wanted was him close to me again.