Chapter 9: "Insatiable"


We lay in his bed, spooning...only it was much more than that. We were making out, hard. We couldn't stop. My head was turned back towards him, his strong hand cupped along my jawline as our mouths smacked together again and again. We were animalistic - our tongues competing for air time inside one another. Alternating bites and sucks on each others' lips as we pulled our faces closer. His top arm was draped over me tenderly, almost lovingly, holding me close to him as he devoured my face.
He took one long, slow drag of a kiss off me, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth as he let out a moan so primal I felt myself dripping down my leg...again. I echoed his moan, loudly escaping through my very parted lips. He responded by diving forward again, his mouth totally enveloping mine, the insatiable sound of the collison rattling through me.
We'd fucked each other four times, and still we needed more. The plan had been to sleep, but it wasn't happening. It'd been an honest attempt, a good motive - but it was a doomed effort from the start. We just couldn't extinguish the flames.
I didn't understand what had come over me...over us. All I knew was that I needed him so badly that it ached. I needed him wrapped around me and I needed him inside of me. But right now, most of all, I needed his tongue. I needed it in my mouth, I needed it running along my lips, I needed it massaging my own. And I desperately needed his hungry moans - vibrating from his throat, sometimes escaping from his mouth when we separated for a second. I fed on them. The sensation of the sound waves moving through him and down into me was a sort of sex in itself.
Eventually, we'd had enough of the restraint. We stopped pretending that sleep was going to happen, and let ourselves succumb to whatever demonic entity was surely puppeteering our bodies together. Brian's hand that had been holding me so tenderly turned, suddenly, into claws - digging his fingers and nails into my side. He pulled me over to face him with such swift speed that I didn't have time to think or to breathe - only to feel my loins quaking in response. My breath caught in my throat for a moment as I was met with a clear view of his gorgeous face. My whole body was ready... again.
As I landed still on my opposite side and lay facing him, our bodies pressed so tightly against one another, our kisses paused for a moment, and we looked each other deeply in the eyes. I saw such lust, such hunger, such yearning, such intensity that I almost felt afraid - almost. It was as if the passion crowded out all room for any other emotions, period. I then watched as Brian's eyes fell down over my face, studying me, taking me in. For a moment, he lifted his hand to touch my cheek tenderly, running his fingertips along my cheekbones. His look temporarily changed from that of insatiable hunger and horniness to one of admiration. It was surprising, and it stirred a different kind of warmth inside me. I didn't have too much time to analyze him, however, because he ran his pointer finger along my lips, then lifted my chin up to kiss him again. There were one, two, three softer kisses...and then the fire flared up again. His arms wrapped around me so tightly I felt my breath straining, and his mouth...and cock... pressed so hard against me I couldn't do anything but moan.

Chapter 10: "Morning"

I woke up to the sound of a door closing. I blinked my exhausted eyes as I scanned the place, or what I could see of it in the pitch dark. The only light was filtering in through the tall windows in the living room, pouring over the hard wood floors. My eyes adjusted after a few seconds and I could tell that there wasn't anyone else in the loft.
Confused, I turned my head and to my relief saw Brian laying there beside me. He was totally out of it, so obviously he hadn't heard. His mouth was slightly open and I could hear, just barely, the sound of his breathing. He was so beautiful I was tempted to stay mesmerized in staring at him, but I shook my head to snap myself out of it. I remembered the sound of the door, and the confusion and slight creeped out sensation returned.
I didn't get it. I wasn't sure if I should wake Brian or get up to look around, but there really was no sign of anything strange, from what I could tell. I didn't get the sense of there being anyone else there, and I trusted it. After sitting up for a couple of moments, still naked as fuck, I shrugged it off and told myself I must've been dreaming. I glanced at the clock - 3:10 in the morning.
Fuck this paranoid shit, I'm sharing a bed with Brian fucking Kinney. If need be, he'll protect me, I told myself, and laid back down next to him.
Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to focus on the sound of Brian's breathing as I drifted off once again. My body so still and completely satisfied from the insane amount of fucking we'd done that evening, I was the perfect amount of exhausted to fall asleep again easily.

The next time I awoke, it was light out. I didn't have time to look at the clock before I felt Brian roll over, and heard him take a long inhale, the mark of someone just waking up.
I watched as he rolled to face me, a small, sleepy moan emanating from his throat. His bed hair was too adorable. Then he opened those intoxicating green eyes and blinked at me. He just stared for a second. He didn't speak, but he did start to chuckle. I watched him calmly, not sure what to think, not having any idea what was going to happen next. He'd probably tell me to get the fuck out.
"Shit," he said finally, still chuckling a bit. "I fucked a dyke."
To my surprise (and relief), a pleased smirk spread from the corner of his mouth. He didn't seem the least bit disgusted. He actually seemed...proud. I couldn't repress the tiny smile that formed on me, though I tried to fight it.
"And more interesting yet," Brian continued, "I actually remember the details of the entire night." He blinked and tongued at his lip, thinking over what he'd just said. He looked so unbelieveably sexy that I had to seriously restrain myself from jumping on top of him.
"And are they good memories?" I asked cooly, feeling brave.
"They'd have to be, otherwise there's no fucking way you'd still be here," he blinked in his charming manner, and almost smiled. Almost.
"Well, I'm honored," I said sarcastically.
He chuckled quietly. His eyes searched my face, looking me over. I could tell that this was something about him I'd have to get used to, that was, if I ever saw him again. How I wished I could read his mind.
He licked his lip, bit it, then said, "I'm gonna shower." He got up from the bed, and I found myself unable to keep from looking over his naked body, feeling all the more shocked that I was doing so. He'd stopped in place for a second, I suspected probably just to let me check him out. Bastard.
He cleared his throat, then turned his head back to look at me. I'd been caught.
"You coming?" he said. He sounded so confident, it was almost rhetorical. Nevertheless, it was an invitation.
I didn't waste any time getting up.