Standing By (Road House) by Madison Stevens Page A

thoughts he might have. Then two hands snaked under his shirt. She pulled and tugged until the greasy white shirt hit the floor.
    Pan had never been so happy to see a chest before. She’s seen him a time or two with his shirt off working on bikes, glistening from sweat in the afternoon sun, but this time she had full access to the rippling planes. She started from his shoulders. Enjoying the twists and turns of the muscles there. As her hands fell on his pecs, the muscles jumped beneath her fingers. She swept her thumb nails over his dark nipples and grinned when he groaned.
    “Two can play this game.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.
    Pan threw her head back, shoving her breasts further into his hands, and rocked her hips against him again. Her hands on his chest slipped down until she reached the clasp. She followed it further, tracing the line of him on the outside of his jean. When she reached the spot where they met, she looked up at him. Two dark pools stared back at her. They widened with shock when she plunged two fingers into her aching pussy.
    “Oh, what are you doing to me?” Emilio leaned down and captured her mouth.
    Without warning, Pan found herself being twirled around and placed on the counter by the sink. Emilio knelt between her pale thighs and brushed away the hand she still had inside her. He leaned in toward her pink center. All her sweet creamy skin around was bare of any hair and smooth to the touch.
    He trailed kissed along the inside of each thigh. Pan groaned in frustration and tried to thrust her body forward. He planted her legs on his shoulder and moved closer to her aching depths. She felt his stubble scrap along the outer lips of her pussy and nearly came off the counter. Another sweep of his jaw and then she felt his tongue slide across her clit.
    He teased the nub, flicking it until she was nearly hyperventilating and then backing off. Keeping her just at the edge of a fantastic orgasm. He leaned in fully, resting his weight on her thighs, pushing her center up some as her legs draped down his back.
    He nipped her clit hard. She tightened each time. When he shoved his tongue into her, her muscles clamped down on him reflexively. Just a few more thrusts, and she would be falling over the edge.
    As if reading her mind, Emilio pulled out. Pan gripped his hair and made him look up at her.
    “I swear to God. You don’t finish this, and I will fucking hunt you down.”
    Emilio chucked as he went back to work, flicking and nipping her clit once again. This time she was in such a frenzy that when he shoved back in, she broke apart instantly, groaning loudly as she came into his mouth.
    “Uh, Pan?” Maria called from the other side of the bathroom. “Emilio, Mama needs your help in the kitchen. I’ll just,” she cleared her throat, “I’ll just wait outside the bedroom door.”
    Pan’s head dropped back against the mirror. Perfect.
    Emilio crawled up her body and kissed her roughly.
    “We are not finished,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “Not by a long shot.”
    He rocked into her, showing how not done they were.
    Pan groaned. So fucking close. She leaned up in search of her clothes and noticed the wet patch on the front of his jean.
    Emilio grinned at her. “You sure are excitable.”
    Pan rolled her eyes.
    “Just don’t let them see you like that.”
    Emilio laughed and walked to the door. When he got there, he paused and turned back.
    “Remember what I said. This isn’t over. Next time you come, you’ll be doing it around my cock, screaming my name.”
    Pan shivered as he closed the door and collected herself in the silence.
     
    ***
     
    Pan sat comfortably with Maria in the bedroom, as the latest fashion show played.
    “So,” Maria sat up nervously, “You and my brother seem to like each other.”
    Pan laughed. “Yeah, I guess so. Only took me a year to get him to notice me.”
    Maria twisted her thick, wavy back hair in a neat bun at the nape