Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Karissa shifted slightly, trying to ignore the light tingling that was already starting between her legs. It wasn’t right the way he turned her on without a single touch. That was why their turbulent relationship had lasted for two years-the sex was incredible and he was irresistible to her.

Mac got everything set up and when it was time to go back to the shop Karissa got into the truck with him. She placed her hands in her lap and fidgeted as she stared out the window, doing her best not to look at him.

“So, how have you been, ‘Riss?” he wondered, glancing over at her.

“Not bad, I guess; working all the time. How are you?”

“Same… been missing you.” He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, letting it roam up her leg just enough to tease her.

“You don’t miss me; you miss what’s between my legs,” Karissa countered, pushing his hand away.

He shrugged and grabbed the wheel again, smirking. “Like you don’t miss what’s between mine?”

She frowned at that and bit the inside of her lip. Yes, she definitely missed it and it was driving her insane at the moment. She wanted more than anything for him to pull that truck over and just take her right there, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Can’t we be in the same vicinity without you hitting on me?” she sighed.

“Nope.”

Karissa’s heart started to race as he suddenly veered onto an empty back road, the truck slowing down as he did so. She couldn’t deal with this. If he started making moves on her she knew she wouldn’t hold out for long.

As Mac pulled the vehicle to a stop completely he draped his arm across the seat behind her and moved a little closer.

“I see the way you keep looking at me, ‘Riss,” he teased, his calloused fingertips trailing up the back of her neck. His touch made goose bumps rise all over her skin and she hated that her body gave her away so easily.

“Mac, please don’t do this,” she groaned, avoiding his jade eyes. “I just want to get my car fixed.”

“It’ll get fixed, babe. This is just a little detour.”

He winked and turned her face up to him, leaning in dangerously close. She subconsciously licked at her lips, staring at his eagerly and trying to control the rapid beating of her pulse.

She knew she should pull away as his lips drew closer to hers, but as his familiar scent washed over her she couldn’t fight him. She let him kiss her softly, remaining still for a long moment as he did so, but eventually she started to return the gesture.

He tasted so familiar-like mint and cigarettes-and his hands felt so nice as they slid down her body to hold her hips. No matter how much it bothered her, she missed him. She missed being close to him and she missed the way that he could make her feel.

He moved his lips down her jaw and neck, gently trailing kisses over her skin. She shivered in response, a small sigh escaping her as her hands moved to his shoulders. He was so good with his mouth, teasing her and making her body tingle with pleasure. No matter how badly she wanted to turn him away, that just made her want him even more.

“This isn’t fair,” she sighed, leaning back against the door as he kissed down her chest to the tops of her breasts, which were exposed by her tank top. “We aren’t even together.”

“Who says we gotta be together to do this?” he challenged, looking up at her and smirking. He looked so good, his eyes hooded mysteriously and lust written all of over his face.

She just shook her head and smirked back, trying to muster up the strength to stop him. She didn’t seem to have it in her as his hands roamed down her body, sliding slowly into her jeans. She craved his touch desperately and wanted nothing more than to feel that familiar friction.

When his fingers slid slowly over her already moistened slit she let out a small whimper, biting her lip. He knew just how to touch her, applying just enough pressure to elicit a taunting wave of pleasure each time he moved his fingers.

His free hand slipped into her hair, gripping it lightly and tilting her head back. His lips began to devour her neck and his tongue swept out to taste her skin now and again.

Karissa’s eyes drifted shut as she got lost in the way he was making her feel, her hands sliding down his back and her head resting on the window. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was still aware that this was a terrible idea, but her body seemed to disagree.

She rolled her hips, wanting his fingers inside of her, but as he went to obey she forced herself back into reality. She couldn’t do this with him. They had split up for a reason.

“Mac, seriously, we can’t do this,” she protested, sitting up straight and removing his hand from her jeans. “Just take me to the shop, please.”

He frowned at her and irritably moved back to his seat, starting the truck back up. He didn’t speak for the rest of the drive and she was thankful. She didn’t want to argue with him; silence was much better than that option.

When they got back to the shop Karissa called a cab, ready to get away from her ex. She didn’t even want to come back to get her car when it was fixed, but she knew she didn’t have a choice. As she rode home she tried not to relive what had happened in his truck, but it was impossible. Just like always he got inside of her head and stayed there.

It was so hard to shake Mac after she saw him again, especially when things went how they had that day. As Karissa sat on her couch at home, sipping her tea and watching television, she barely saw what was on the screen.

Her mind swam with images of Mac on top of her, his lips and hands all over her as he moved inside of her. She chewed the inside of her lip and tried to ignore how ridiculously turned on it was making her.

It would be incredibly easy to call him. He’d come over in a second if he knew he could get what he wanted from her and the idea was all too tempting. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and toyed with it, spinning it in her hand and wondering what she should do.

Of course she knew the smart answer to that question, but she didn’t feel like being smart this time. She wanted to listen to her body's urges for once and just give in, because choosing not to was proving to be much too frustrating.

With a sigh Karissa flipped through her contacts, somewhat ashamed that his number was even still listed. She probably should have deleted it when they broke up, but she didn’t have it in her to do that.

She clicked the call button and put the phone to her ear, her nerves starting to act up as it began to ring. This was a ridiculous idea and she really shouldn’t do it…

“Hey, ‘Riss,” he greeted, proving to her that she wasn’t the only one who had held onto their ex’s number.

“Hi…so, uh… I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened when you picked me up and I wanted to know if you wanted to come over,” she invited somewhat hesitantly. She really hoped he didn’t give her hell about this.

“Yeah, alright,” he accepted coolly. “I’ll be right over.”

“Okay, see you soon then.”

“Yeah. See you.”

Once they hung up Karissa tucked her phone away and tried not to let guilt set in. She was a grown adult with needs and there was nothing wrong with letting someone she was comfortable with take care of them.

When she heard him knock on the door about fifteen minutes later she got up from the couch slowly. Common sense was still trying to talk her down, but she wasn’t going to let it this time. She wanted him and that was all there was to it.

She opened the door, smiling a bit sheepishly, and said quietly, “C’mon in.”

He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him, admiring his attire. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, which was a look she was incredibly fond of.