Hot Rival ( jenlisa ) ( Gip )

11

Lisa

Unlike Jennie, I have the sense to reach behind me and twist the lock closed. Her eyes widen when I do, and I love the way her cheeks redden under my gaze. How does she manage to look so innocent and yet so naughty at the same time? It must be some kind of cat-like eyes voodoo magic.

"We don't keep meeting like this," she says haughtily. "You keep stalking me."

"Potato, potahtoh," I shrug. That earns me the faintest wisp of a grin. It's stupid how much I get off on making her smile. It's my drug of choice these days — I'd go into a full-blown slip-on-a-banana-peel slapstick routine if I thought it would make her laugh.

I take a couple of steps towards her, closing the distance between us.

"Lisa," she says, and something in her voice makes me hesitate. Instead of devouring her mouth with mine, the way I'd been intending, I just graze my fingers along her jaw. She turns her head, pressing her cheek into my palm and letting her eyes flutter closed.

Her skin, even in the bright lights of the bathroom, still looks as luminescent as it did the first time I saw her in the ballroom at the Grand Windsor Hotel. I use my thumb to tug at her plump bottom lip, and she whimpers a little, nuzzling her face closer to my hand.

"Jennie," I say. My throat tightens as I watch her. When she finally lifts her head, I expect her to pull away. To tell me that we can't do this.

Instead, she leans forward. Her lips are parted and I can feel her breath, warm against my mouth. My heart thuds in my chest, pounding out a primal rhythm of how much I want her. When I can barely stand the space between us, she leans forward further, until her lips are pressing against mine. It's the moment I've been waiting for, the thing I haven't been able to stop thinking about all night. Jennie's lips against mine, her tongue sliding into mine, her body pressed against mine. Jennie, mine.

I twine my fingers through her thick hair and tug, just the way I know she likes, and she squirms against me. The pressure of her hot curvy body against mine is almost more than I can take, and my cock surges hungrily toward her.

God, I want to fuck her so bad. The memory of the other day in the hotel bathroom, bending her over the sink, plunging my cock into her slick pussy — it's all I've been able to think about since it happened. And all I've dreamt about is making it happen again.

That's why I followed her when I saw her slip in here tonight. It was like I was a lion, guided by gut and instinct, to follow my prey.

And then to fucking devour it.

Jennie is making the softest little whimpering noises into my mouth. It's a beautiful sound, pure lust and wanting. I could listen to this sound all day and all night. I let out a groan of my own when she presses her body up closer to mine.

I let my hands drop to her waist and then slowly slide them down over the curve of her delicious ass. I hate having so much fabric between us though, so I bunch up the skirt of her dress so that I can feel her smooth skin. She's wearing a thong on some kind, so her cheeks are bare under my palms. They're so full and easy to grip and I jiggle them lightly with my hands, making her giggle.

"God, I love your ass," I whisper into her mouth.

"Stop," she laughs.

"No, I'm serious. I love a booty with some bounce to it."

She laughs again and I kiss her throat.

"Now, my ass — my ass doesn't bounce at all," I say against her neck. "It's my secret shame."

"Now you're just making fun of me."

"I'm not," I say, pretending to be appalled. "I'm confessing my secret shame to you."