He was no knight in shining armor but hell if he was going to leave a lady in distress. His hand curled around her delicate shoulder and the heat of her skin burned into his palm sending shivers skittering up and down his arms, his spine, his legs, his cock. He brought his lips back to hers and suddenly he was kissing her again and she was kissing him back and the world was spinning out of control.
Life was supposed to be about ruts. It wasn’t supposed to be about explosions and sparks and a violent throbbing pain threatening the life of his balls and his dick. Life was about finding someone you could live with. It wasn’t about keeping the magic alive.
He’d firmly believed that, because he’d never felt that mysterious magic that movies and books and mushy romantic people talked about. Ross never felt it once. It was like a unicorn for him. Sex was like a- a trance or something. Like a routine. He found someone because he was horny, and everyone said you were supposed to find someone because that’s how life went. He’d take that someone out, have a good night, fork over ex number of dollars for a good time, bring things back to his place, or maybe hers, scratch the itch, and move on. Sometimes that played out on repeat until things went south and got shitty and made him sorry he’d ever made an attempt at it in the first place. He’d hold out, tell himself he learned his lesson, before he repeated the process all over again. Eventually, it happened so many times, the whole jaded thing set in and he’d decided to break from the cycle once and for all.
And then, Teela.
She wasn’t some stupid cycle. She wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met. Her lips were so soft and her body was so responsive, leaning into his touch and he was palming her breast, and god, she had the most amazing breasts, and she tasted like paradise and mint and what the heck was she doing with her tongue to his tongue?
Ross’ heart was pounding out of his chest and whatever Teela was doing with her tongue made his cock hurt because he was so fucking hard already and suddenly he was settling her back against the couch and he was leaning over on top of her and his shirt had disappeared and she was running her hands down his chest, breathing hard.
“How are you so sculpted?” she rasped, and that question made his ego- and a few other choice places- do the happiest of happy dances.
His happy stick jammed into her thigh and since she was wearing leggings, there was little doubt as to the shape or feel of him, even through his jeans. Her hips arched upwards and he should have used his brain and done some thinking because letting her fumble with the button on his jeans while her hips ground into him wasn’t going to help anything between them.
He should have done some thinking but his jeans were open and Teela’s warm hand was reaching into his boxers and she was squeezing his shaft and running her fingers up and down his length and holy shit, she was good at what she was doing and he was done with thinking.
He wanted what he wanted. It had been a damn long time and never like this.
Lightning only struck once, and he’d never been struck before. He might never be struck again.
Teela’s hand did things to his body that should have been illegal, it was that good.
The warning bell going off in his head was shut right down when her hand dipped a little lower and cupped his balls.
“We should stop,” he managed to grind out, though it took a massive amount of effort.
Teela’s hand shifted from his balls back to his shaft. She caressed him and he saw stars. “You’re right,” she panted. “You’re probably not very good at this. It would probably feel terrible.”
“Terrible?” He was almost irritated before he realized she was joking. Her wry smile let him know that she had a devious side, and damn, he liked it. “Is that a challenge?”
“No. It shouldn’t be.” She kept right on stroking his cock. “I just haven’t done this in a long time. I was done with men, but people have urges and I swear these hormones only make it worse.”
She pumped his cock and damn it, he was going to last like half a minute more if she kept on doing that. Desperate to get under her skin the way she’d got under his, he slid down, away from her hand before he went off like a bomb and peeled her leggings and her panties away. She let out a little gasp, but instead of kicking at him to get him away from her, which would have likely been better for them both, because what the hell were they doing anyway, she kicked out of her leggings and spread her legs and sweet every curse word in the language, she was gorgeous. Her pussy was perfect. The most perfect pussy on the planet. She was smooth and glistening and so ready for him.