Message of Obsession (Duff McKagan)

5: Bad Liar

"You're terrible at secrets, McKagan."

My hands trailed down to his neck, settling there. Instead of saying another word, he kissed me again, harsher this time. I smiled into it, gripping the back of his t-shirt. I could feel his free hand drop to the hem of mine, tugging it slightly. Without even thinking of the consequences, I allowed him to tug it up, revealing the simple black bra under it. He looked at me for a moment, acting as if he had never seen anything like it before. "Are you... okay?"

"God, you're fucking gorgeous. I was right." He dropped his head to my neck, beginning to leave a mark.

"About?"

"How much I liked you. How beautiful you would be when I saw you like this," he mumbled between kisses. I let out a small whimper as he kissed right below my ear, then he began to leave another mark, my legs wrapping tighter around him.

"Can we take this further?" He asked quietly as if we weren't alone in the house. I met his eyes, nodding feverishly. Consent certainly wasn't something I was expecting out of him. That same dumb grin spread across his face, leading him to stand up and then pick me back up, my legs wrapping around him again as he wandered to his bedroom.

He dropped me on the bed, both of our shirts completely forgotten in the other room.

Duff towered over me, now trailing kisses and hickeys all down my stomach to my pants, which he worked to unbutton. He dragged them ever so slowly off, kissing up one of my thighs. "Oh, God, I've wanted to do this since the day we met."

"Why didn't you?"

"You seemed unavailable. Steph was available. I don't know. Good things come to those who wait." Between each statement was another mark, inching closer and closer to my core. The waiting made me squirm when he finally made it, dragging my underwear off with his teeth, those also now lost in the room. "Oh fuck, sweetheart. All for me? It's hardly been-"

"It's the teasing, Duff," I hissed, watching him. He looked at me, the goofy grin returning as he dragged my legs closer to him, immediately planting a sloppy kiss on my clit. My head shot back, a moan fighting the urge to spill out.

"Good god, baby." He kissed over and over again, licking stripes up and down, side to side. My hands flew into his hair, tugging slightly. He smiled, planting another kiss as he suddenly plunged a finger into me, my back arching and my grip on him tightening. "Oh, someone likes that, don't they?"

"Duff, please. Keep going."

He hummed against me, inserting another finger before pumping in and out, curling his fingers slightly. "Holy shit," I mumbled into the air, eyes squeezed shut. I supposed he felt me begin to tighten because he quickened the pace a little, watching me writhe under his touch. I suddenly felt myself go blind with pleasure, legs tightening as I rode through it. After I was able to catch my breath, I lowered my legs, watching Duff spring up from between them. His face was bright red and out of air. "Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry, I forgot you-"

"That was hot, Ivette."

He fumbled with his pants now, shoving both them and his boxers down and out of sight, again lost to the floor. I watched him crawl back over me, a slight panic running through my mind. Now, how the hell am I supposed to fit that?

He picked my head up with one hand to meet him, the other holding himself over me. As he kissed me, I reached down to give him a few quick pumps. His forehead bumped mine as he wrapped one arm under me, the other positioning himself. "Alright?" I nodded. "Just tell me if you need me to stop or anything."

He pushed himself in, first the head, then bottoming out. My eyes squeezed shut, nails already dragging down his back. "You're tight, babe. Holy shit."

"No, you're just big."

He chuckled, beginning to pick an agonizingly slow pace, but as time went on, he was slamming into me a little bit faster. He eventually picked me back up onto his lap, holding me close and kissing me between every entry. Little stupid nothings spilled from our lips between moans and whimpers as we drew closer, knowing we were going to wind up falling over the edge together.

"Duff-" I gripped the back of his neck tighter, the other hand flying into his hair as he held mine, both of us coming undone. I caught my breath first, my head falling to his shoulder. He kissed my forehead, pulling out and helping me lay down. He was quickly out to the bathroom, finding a t-shirt for me and helping clean up.

"Oh, God, why didn't we do that sooner?" My legs felt like jelly, body and mind euphoric.

"Like I said," he mumbled, settling next to me, "you looked very unavailable. Trust me, I wanted to."

I sighed, looking up at the white ceiling. His walls were littered with posters, but the ceiling was completely bare. "What are we gonna tell Steph?"

He drew a breath, tutting it out. He flipped to his side, hair falling in his face. "Nothing?"

"Really? That seems like a terrible idea, y'know, with what a bad liar I am." I pushed the hair out of his eyes, seeing them light up with my touch.

"Well, what did you tell her you were doing tonight? You didn't say you were coming to see me, obviously, or she wouldn't have let you go."

I hummed, moving closer to his chest. "Uh, well, I said I was going to the bar to meet a guy and to not expect me home."

"I mean, you technically did all that."

I rolled my eyes up at him. "Oh, quit it with all your 'technically' bullshit."