Once Bitten

Chapter 5

"Oh! Oh my gosh, um I'm just gonaa go wait outside while you..... yeah." I scream, flinging my hand up to cover my eyes.

I run from his room and wait out in the hallway. Sliding down the wall, I can't help but think this is the worst possible night ever. I get dumped, cause a fight, get punched in the face, and now I've seen Kyle's man junk.

Ahem. I hear Kyle clearing his voice. I look up to see him standing in the doorway. I can't meet his eyes right now. Instead my eyes take a life of their own and scrutinize every inch of the muscled chest  standing before me, and continued to memorize every plane of his body.

Ahem. Oh , I kinda lost myself for a minute there. " Why don't you have on a shirt, or pants for that matter?" I could almost slap myself for asking him that.

" What? It's not like you haven't seen me in boxers before.......It's not like you didn't just see more." It's a good thing I'm not capable of blushing. I finally look up to his face and see him smirking.

" I would totally hit you right now, if you weren't injured already." And if I wasn't afraid of losing control.

He ignores my threat and walks back into his room. I follow him into the bathroom and tell him to sit.   " Sit where?" he asks me. I laugh and tell him to sit where I can reach him. He finally decides on the toilet seat. Watching him, I can tell he's in more pain than he's letting on. I set to work taking out the alcohol, neosporin, bandaids, ice pack, and cream I've found around the house. When I turn to start on his arm, I see him smiling at me before masking his face.

"This may hurt a bit," I say putting alcohol on a cotton ball.

" I can take it. I'm a m-. Ah!"

" You're a what now? Dang, what did he do to your arm, scratch it with a broken bottle ?" I ask, continuing to clean his wounds.

We made small talk while I took care of his arm. He told me later, it helped to take the edge off the pain. When I finish with his arm, I get ready to start on his face. " Why are you being so nice to me Maggie?" he asks, as I start to clean his lip.

" Well,  it's my fault you're hurt, and I kinda owe you from when we were  kids and I hurt my ankle. I guess this makes us even." I laugh. Remembering how Reese flipped out when she finally got home and found me curled up sleeping with Kyle.

As I watched her laugh, I think again about how terrible I've been to her. This beautiful creature standing in front of me is the same little girl I enjoyed tormenting. I jump when she starts pressing around a bruise on my cheek. My hands grab her waist, squeezing when it hurts. Over time, my hands let go of her waist and fall to my lap. She was standing between my legs. I know I'm acting like a little bitch, but I blame the fumes from the alcohol. I didn't stop to think about what I started next.

She was leaning in really close to inspect some injury on my face. I could see down the front of her shirt to her flat stomach. I could smell the cocoa butter on her skin, warm, thick, sweet. I could feel the soft brush of air against my face as she'd breathe. My hands found her waist again, of their own accord. She paused only for a second before returning to her work. I allowed my hands to slip down over her hips and to her thighs. The feeling of her lace stockings that had been ripped in some places, aided in turning me on. I slipped my hands through the tears in her stockings, caressing the soft skin it once covered.

We seemed to be in some sort of trance. She had stopped moving altogether, placing her small hands on my shoulders. The feel of her skin against my hands captivated me. My hands traveled back up the way they came, but slipping up under her excuse for a shirt. Kneading and massaging her sides, I couldn't help but to lean forward and place a kiss upon the sweet flesh of her stomach. Hearing her gasp only further excited me.

I can't remember ever seeing Kyle as anything other than obnoxious, and now suddenly I'm attracted to him. If I'm being honest I'm way more than attracted to him, I actually ..... want him. That's not right for me. I'm not that girl.

I gasped in surprise and pleasure as he kissed my stomach. I wanted so bad for him to stop torturing me with this game, for I had decided earlier he was just trying to get a response from me. He's experienced and knows what females like. He knows how to...... um pleasure them. But I wanted even more bad, for this " game" to continue.

As much as I wanted this to end, I couldn't make myself tell him to stop. I couldn't pretend I wasn't enjoying this different type of attention, that he was paying me. I got this weird sensation in my lower abdomen area. An almost uncomfortable, though not quite unpleasant small wave of heat, folding in on itself. Rolling around. He continued to kiss my stomach his hands holding me firmly, but gently still.

He began to make his way up my body first with his hands and following with kisses. The closer he got to my breasts, the more nervous, uncomfortable, and excited I began to get. But he just trailed his fingers softly over the swell of my breasts, before wrapping his arms around me. When pulling me closer, I lost my balance and fell against him. He easily positioned me comfortably so that I was basically straddling his waist.

The small wave of heat began to grow, and each time I felt it break, it covered more and more of my body until all my skin felt heated. It threatened to suffocate and drag me under at any moment. I couldn't look at his face; I couldn't think his name, afraid that whatever held us here would be ruined. The momentary image shattered like a thousand pieces of glass. Although, I would not look at him, afraid of what I'd see, I could sense him. In every way. I could feel him against me. God! How I could feel him. I could smell his musky, purely male scent. I could see the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled me closer yet.

 Leaning forward he groaned," I want to have you so bad right now," into my ear. His voice wasn't that of the the Kyle I knew, all cocky and irritating, but rather it was husky and full of need. I almost moaned aloud as he said that. That wave, is almost over my head, I can't stand to think of what'll happen when it crashes. What I'll allow to happen. I felt him lick my neck and I really did moan. He kissed his way down to my chest, and those feelings came back. But as he stopped right at the top of them, I wanted him to go further and was frighteningly disappointed when he didn't. I allowed a sound of protest to escape my lips.

I could hardly recognize my heart right now. At my protests, he brought his mouth down upon my neck and sucked hard, almost painfully. He'd stop and lick over the sore spot, before sucking again. Through the  momentary pain, I could feel intense pleasure. I could feel the wave crashing over me, and I moaned again and again and again.

She grasped my head to her neck, and beagn to moan. My boxers were uncomfortably tight right now, and I needed release badly, but I just couldn't risk it right now. I couldn't stop right now, not even long enough to take care of my own needs. Not knowing this may be my only oppurtunity to experience this. With that thought, I began to suck harder. I wanted to leave my mark upon this delicate girl. I grabbed her ass in my hands, just like I'd been wanting to do all evening. Then she began to grind on me. She probably wasn't aware she was doing it, but I was beyond gone now.

I hadn't gone further earlier because as much as I wanted her, I couldn't take her. Not here, not like this. And I knew  even seeing one of her forbidden  gifts, let alone touching, and ... tasting one, would have put me on a road I couldn't turn from tonight. I could tell she had wanted it, the tension in her body the closer I got to her surprise, told me she wanted this as badly as I did.

I let go of her neck, pulling back to look at my brand. Looking to her eyes, I saw they reflected mine, in lust, need, in fear. I had been afraid of what this could mean. Usually I just bang it and satisfy my needs, but I don't even want to do that right now. I'm not known for taking my time, Hard and fast keeps me up and running, but...... We can't have feelings for each other. Yes, I decided to call it what it is, the possesiveness and jealousy I felt earlier. But her eyes were open and honest, she really did want this. Although they were glazed over in lust, we still had some small control we were about to lose. We wanted to lose.

We leaned towards each other about to kiss.