Venom & Velvet

My hands tremble as I cup his face and press my bare chest against his, trying my hardest to stifle the moan that is just about to erupt from my throat. It's intense and nerve-wracking, as tension and arousal soar with every single stroke of his luscious lips against mine.

"Unfasten my pants," he growls, his voice husky and intense, eager hands wrapping around my wrist to guide me.

"I may be clocking 19 tonight, but you know, I know what to do. I--"

"Shh... Just do what I say."

Of course, I've never been one to obey instructions. Caleb, my foster brother, has always said I'd land in trouble one day, and he wouldn't lift a finger to save me. My best friend, Cassidy, too. But I know they'd never do that. Caleb, for one, will cross fires and stormy seas to save my ass.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but then, I'm cognizant of the fact that I'll never have to fight my battles alone.

He tugs gently at my hair, perhaps he's noticed I've zoned out. However, instead of pain, a strong wave of arousal slams into me, and this time, I don't bother biting back the groan of pleasure.

"You like that, huh." He quips.

His voice holds a chuckle. I roll my eyes and set to work, unbuttoning his black pants, and pushing the material down his toned thighs. I try to move them past his hips, but he spreads his legs and grabs my wrists again.

"It's going to be quick. There's no need pulling it all the way, Babe."

Babe?

I want to roll my eyes at him and flip him the bird as usual. Just twenty minutes ago, he was all over my space, scolding me for drinking too much at my fucking party, and now, he's kissing the same ass he's been kicking all summer.

I scoff, mentally shaking my head at him.

"I'm going to make this so good. This will be the only birthday present you'll ever remember."

I smirk and wrap my finger around the base of his shaft. I need to feel him, touch him, and taste the pre-cum moisture on the red tip. Good heavens, he looks far better than I've ever imagined a man could be. I stroke him slowly, relishing the feel of the warm and ripped length in my palms. It seems to grow impossibly longer and bigger as I circle it, jerking it gently and rubbing my thumb against the tip.

His sharp intake of breath is all the signs I need to know that I'm doing the right thing. I'd never be able to live with myself if I give him the tiniest bit of the impression that this is my first time. He'd take every chance to playfully harp on it, especially with the way I've been strutting around like a badass.

I feel a muscle, that single move prompts me to set a fast pace. He said it's going to be quick; I don't want a fucking quickie. It's my 19th birthday party, and if this is the birthday present I'm getting from my foster brother's best friend, then I'm going to make it really good; make it count.

He pushes his hips forward, then back again, thrusting into my cupped palm and grunting low in his throat. A tingling sensation shoots up my nerves as he tweaks my right nipple and then kneads it with his palm before lowering his head over the aching buds.

My knees buckle as he sucks and flicks his tongue across my nipples simultaneously. For a second, my hand becomes limp, and I stop stroking his still throbbing length. Instead of asking me to resume or hitching my skirt up to thrust into my now-drenched fold as I want, he tilts his head up and kisses me fully on the lips, eyes darkening with passion.

The kiss is rough, fast, slow, and dangerously provocative. I've read a fair amount of erotic content, but none prepared me for this maddening carnal sensation swirling through my burning veins.

My hands abandoned his shaft and threaded into his hair, massaging his scalp, and feeling the sleekness of the brown curls.

"God, you taste better than I imagined." He breathes against my mouth.

I want to ask him how many times he's had carnal thoughts about it and when it started. We've never been on the same page; well, except tonight, and only God knows when we're going to stop. I won't be surprised if he stops pleasuring me and walks out of the restroom. Not at all.

This is a mistake, and we're going to regret it tomorrow morning... the morning after that... perhaps for as long as we live. But right now, I don't fucking care. I don't think he does either, because his right hand is hitching up my skirt while the other is at the back of my neck, keeping my head in place for his nerve-racking kiss.

I let out a breathy moan as his finger brushes my sensitive nub through my thong. I arch my back and thrust, unashamedly. He kisses me around my breasts, his nose stroking my nipples as he teases my body into surrender. The hand in my center moves to my bum and squeezes it gently.

"What are you doing?" I manage through clenched teeth as my body tenses and my clit throbs, begging to be stroked by his calloused fingers.

"Impatient now, are we?"

Fuck!

I'm so damn gone that I can't even get my brain to work. But then, I wrench my lips from his and reach my hand down to grab his length again, wiping the stupid smirk off his face. However, he swiftly grabs my wrists and pins them to my sides.

"It's my turn now, Firecracker. Why don't you relax..." His voice trails off as I lean in and cover his mouth. I don't want him to talk, either of us. It's going to ruin this moment. Or perhaps, I can manage a breathy moan as our senses sink lower, then pleasure and passion claim every inch of us.

Maybe he's some fucking god because his mouth, tongue, and fingers create a blazing heat to spread through me. I wiggle a hand free and stroke him from his chest down to his rock-hard length.

My eager tongue slips into his mouth in an attempt to distract him while I cup my entire fingers around his length and jerk it gently, rubbing the pre-cum moisture around it, which makes it easier to stroke him up... down... enjoying the deep intake of breath spilling from his throat as our lips lock even tighter in a hard breathing kiss.

His mouth finally travels downward, chasing the sensation that's ratcheting up by the second. Exploring, marking, and driving me close to the brink with deep, ravishing touches.

"I told you to stay still. But you've never been known to take instructions," he says and grasps my knees, spreading them apart. His fingers find their way to my dripping fold. He slips one in and curves it gently, his eyes glued to mine as he works in and out in five teasing strokes.

"I see... you're ready."

There's a bit of smile in his voice. He pushes his hips forward, penetrating me with a hard and breathtaking thrust.

"Oh, shit!" I groan.

I'd expected him to be rough, but he's... fuck! I can't breathe. He's pumping his shaft now, stroking my sensitive walls with his ripped length. I cling to his arms and press my chest, that is beating wildly at the maddening sensation spiraling through me, against his.

"You like that, huh?" He drawls.

I open my mouth to shot a retort back at him, but he chooses that moment to pick up the pace, burying himself deep inside me.

My back arches. He's moving at a steady pace now but exerting enough pressure to make my insides taut. My hips thrash against his. I moan, fisting his hair as he starts a punishing rhythm, sliding in all, then pulling out as my thighs begin to clamp around him.

I gasp and throw back my head. The musky scent of our arousal mingles in the air, hitting me. I gulp as I feel my walls tighten around him. He sets a faster pace, and then he tilts his head up and winks at me.

"Made a wish yet?"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes as I cling to him with a deep shudder. His pace is deeper, harder, and more demanding. He thrusts in and pauses.

"I want to hear you say the word," he teases.

Slowly, with a lot more effort than I'm used to, I part my lips and try to form words, but all I can focus on is the sound of his hips rubbing roughly against mine and his ragged breathing filtering into my right ear.

"I--"

Oh, damn!

The shrill ringing of a cell phone jerks me from the dream. The struggle to sit upright is accompanied by a stifling sensation of anxiety, tightening my chest, and constricting my breathing.

Leaning my back on the headboard, I have no time to catch my breath as the phone continues to ring, grating on my already shattered nerves. I check the caller ID with a tired frown.

Holy shit!

It's Cassidy. I glance at the time.