Kinky Boots. KD Grace

rushed and pushed their way through the Saturday-afternoon shoppers and strollers. She was just barely able to contain the urge to elbow and stiff-arm people out of their way to clear a path when, at last, he led her through a maze of alleys to the back of a building. He unlocked the door and practically thrust her inside with his lips and tongue. One hand slammed the door behind them while the other shimmied the jacket off her shoulders onto the kitchen floor and made quick work of the buttons of her blouse before nimbly dispatching the hooks of her bra. That done, he gave a desperate kneading squeeze to each breast and a hard suckling kiss to each nipple, making her wet her knickers with delight before he returned his attention to her mouth.

      ‘I dreamed about you last night,’ he said, shoving her skirt up over her hips. ‘I was trying to find you so we could finish what we started.’

      ‘Me too. I dreamed about you.’ She fumbled with his jeans, in an inelegant effort to free his cock, but he pushed her hand away impatiently. She watched in fascinated arousal as he unbuttoned and unzipped with one hand and, glory hallelujah, if the man wasn’t commando! The swell of him spilled anxiously into his hand, ridged and weighty against the press of his balls and the pillow of dark russet curls beneath.

      He rested one hand on his erection, almost like he needed to control it, almost like he were afraid it might get away from him. The other hand slipped aside the crotch of her panties. She thrust her hips forward and gave a little jerk of a gasp, banging her head against the wall at the startling pleasure of him parting the swell of her with two fingers. Then she yielded to his probing.

      ‘Careful,’ he said. ‘I don’t fuck the unconscious.’ Then he let out a low whistle. ‘Jesus, woman, you’re so slick and soft. Once I’m inside you, I may never want to come out.’

      ‘Once you’re inside me I may never let you out.’ She reached for his cock. ‘Do it. I need you to do it. Now.’

      Cupping his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her as though she were weightless then pressed her back into the wall so she could shift her hips to open for his cock, so she could have the leverage to bear down and thrust back once he was inside her.

      The power of his first thrust left her breathless. The girth of him felt as though it was forcibly spreading her hipbones apart. And when she was certain he’d rammed himself all the way up until he could touch the beating of her heart, he gave a soft grunt and held himself there, deep and tight, while she gripped and suckled and slicked herself down there, down between her thighs, in the painful pleasure of being so full, in the delicious effort to accommodate.

      Then slowly, very slowly he began to withdraw, with her body grasping desperately as though it were making an effort to hold him there. All the way, he withdrew all the way, and they both cried out as though something had been ripped from them. Her throat ached from a growl that was barely human, and her body felt fevered and raw and so sensitive that she feared even a touch would abrade skin and bone. And yet she longed for so much more than just a touch. She could smell his animal-dark heat mixing with her own wet summer scent, making her wild with the want of him. Then he slid two fingers inside her and circled her clit with his thumb, never touching the rest of her, only circling, so close that she held her breath anticipating his conquest. All the while his dark seawater gaze was fixed on her face.

      ‘I love that you’re so wet,’ he said nipping her throat just below her ear. ‘I love that you’re so ready for me.’

      He held her there suspended, her legs still wrapped around him, her back still pressed tightly to the wall. The tip of his erection was almost but not quite touching her pout. It jostled and bounced while his fingers circled and probed and dipped until her clit felt like a small, hard mountain raised up by the circumnavigations of his thumb.

      Just when she was certain she could no longer stand the heat, the sheer delicious friction of it, he thrust back into her. Hard! Fire shot up her spine and the buzzing returned to her ears, that same buzzing she’d had when she’d confronted her boss. She felt everything, every single pore of the clerk’s skin where it touched hers, every hair follicle, every undulation of muscle, every sweep of breath. As the thrusting grew to a frenzy, he took her mouth with bruising force and when they were both so close to the edge that she was amazed he could speak at all, he forced the words out in a breathless hiss: ‘I’m Finn, by the way.’

      Finn? Where had she heard that name? It was familiar. ‘Jill,’ she gasped. ‘I’m Jill.’

      He bit her lip. ‘And who else?’

      She bit him back. ‘Just Jill.’

      This time the impact of his thrust felt like it would go clear through her and the wall behind as well. ‘Oh, you’re more than just Jill,’ he managed. ‘Way more.’

      There wasn’t time to question. There wasn’t time for anything because they were there, on the edge, both tight and stretched and ready to shatter. He came first, but only by a breath. ‘I’ll ask you again,’ he cried out. ‘Who are you?’

      It was only as she tumbled into orgasm that she realised, and she knew exactly who he was looking for. Even as the mother of all orgasms ripped through her, she was certain that not only was she not alone, but she hadn’t been since she left Kinky Boots last night. In that instant, someone else borrowed her voice as though it belonged to her. That someone else said, ‘I’m Eleanor, Finn, you silly man. You know who I am.’

      Chapter 5

      As waves of orgasm convulsed her, last night’s dream came rushing back to Jill in vivid detail. She felt like her brain was caught between channels, with visions of the woman sliding in and out of focus in her mind’s eye, with memories of her touching her, exploring her, delighting in her. ‘Who’s Eleanor?’ Jill gasped. ‘What the hell’s going on?’

      Finn wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her, still fully impaled, still pressed against the wall. ‘Jill, I’m going to pull out of you now. Just relax, stay calm and I’ll tell you everything.’ She might have been able to do as he asked if he hadn’t, while still holding her gaze, said, ‘Eleanor, I’d appreciate it if you’d cooperate.’

      ‘Who the hell is Eleanor?’ she asked again, struggling to stave off the rise of panic that wasn’t supposed to be a part of post-coital bliss. But as he slipped out of her, as she felt their combine moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh in a warm rush, the rising panic slipped out of focus and hungry arousal slid into its place. She raked her fingers between her legs, then brought them first to her nose, then to her lips. ‘Oh, my, how we taste together, Finn.’ She repeated the action and brought the offering to his lips.