"Why don't you scoot closer?" He asked, wiggling the fingers of his right hand. She scooted a couple inches closer. "Closer?" he asked, placing his hand on the nape of her neck and gently pushing her closer into his body. She scooted in more, facing him, until her left knee was overlapping his right thigh.
"Close enough?" she breathed quietly.
"Hmmm... maybe." He raised his glass with his left hand and took a sip of his beer. His right hand was still on the nape of her neck and his fingers began to play softly with the short, wispy hair there. She tried to keep herself relaxed, but there was a slight thrumming through her body, like where he touched her on the back of her neck were strings on a standing bass and her body was vibrating in response. He put his glass back down and turned toward her more.
Without warning, he leaned in and kissed her. Before she could pull back, his left hand was touching cupping the right side of her face and his tongue was pushing at her lips. She opened them slightly, feeling his tongue slide between them, beginning to explore her mouth, feeling her teeth, and entreating her tongue to play. His fingers at the back of her neck kept up their lazy strumming, while his right hand slid further up her check and into her hair. Ashlar leaned into him more, opening her mouth wider, tangling her tongue with his. She searched his mouth, feeling the edges of his teeth with the tip of her tongue, before sliding it fully against the length of his. Her hands touched his chest, feeling the soft texture of the blue shirt, and then sliding up his shoulders. She wound her left arm over his and behind his head, beginning to mimic the motions of his fingers in her hair.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss. Shifting back, he rested his back along the seat back and reached again for his glass.
"Mmmm," he sighed, "I like the taste of Pilsner on your tongue." He glanced at her over the rim of his glass, again, looking at her through his eyelashes. She felt the heat pooling at the base of her belly, relishing the newness and excitement of the kiss still.
"Yeah, I like the way it tastes on yours, too." She took a long drink of her beer, using it as an opportunity to remind herself how to breathe. Her blood was singing in her ears and she felt high from his unexpected kiss.
He slammed down the rest of his beer in two big gulps. "You wanna get out of here? I live just around the corner, too." His eyes sparkled with mischief and what looked like hope, and Ashlar was sucked in. She nodded slowly, and Elliot slid from the booth to go take care of the tab. She grabbed her glass, finishing it as she walked to the bar to settle her tab, as well. He glanced up as she joined him, showing her that he'd gotten both her shot and beer from before he was there and they were ready to roll out. She thanked him and followed; surprised he'd paid for her other drinks, too.
Once outside, he waited for her to catch up. "I literally live around the corner. You can leave your car here and walk with me, if you want. No one will bother it."
She shrugged. "Sure. I guess that's cool. Just promise you'll walk back with me." He nodded his agreement, grabbed her hand, and practically dragged her down the sidewalk. She pulled up even with him, winding her fingers around his. Just as she was catching the rhythm of his steps, he took a sharp left turn and began walking up the sidewalk to a house with large wrap-around porch.
"You live HERE?" Ashlar asked, eyes agog, as she looked the house over.
"Yup. Family home, been in the family for generations." He smiled over his shoulder at her as he jingled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door without letting go of her hand. He held open the door, guiding her over the threshold. She looked around at the darkened room, not really able to make out much of it. Closing the door behind them, Elliot threw the deadbolt and hung his keys up on the rack behind the door. "C'mon," he pulled her toward the only room with a light on, "Let's grab a drink and head upstairs." Ashlar craned her neck around to look at the stairs she hadn't previously noticed off to the side of the room.
They walked into the kitchen and she took in the long room with its modern appliances set into an old fashioned space. Walking toward the stainless steel fridge, Elliott grabbed a bottle opener from the counter. He pulled open the refrigerator door, grabbed two bottles and immediately popped off the tops. He retraced his steps back to where Ashlar stood at the island, walked behind her, sliding his arm around her as he passed her a beer. She took it from his hands, and he immediately pulled her closer to him. Angling her head back to look up at him, she smiled at the look on his face. His eyes were hooded and there was a sense of predatory eagerness around the corners of his lips. He bent down and kissed her, hard.
She grabbed onto his waist with her free hand, returning the kiss. His hand tangled in her hair and she reached up to run her fingers through his. He broke the kiss first, grabbing her hand from the back of his head and turning her around to face the island. He placed his bottle down and removed hers from her hand. He moved both toward the center of the island, and then wound his fingers around her hips. He felt her hipbones through her jeans. The touch so low on her body made her nipples tighten and harden. He leaned his chest against her back, pushing her forward a little bit so that her ass stuck out toward his groin. He ground himself against her and she could feel his dick getting hard and long in his cargo pants.
"We should take this upstairs," He breathed into her ear as he began kissing his way down the side of her neck. His hands slid up her sides until the hovered just at the sides of her breasts. He didn't make a move to cup them completely, only lingered on the edges, gently feeling their roundness along the side of her ribs.
"You keep mentioning 'upstairs' and I've yet to see it. I'm liking this kitchen, though..." she murmured back as she turned her face to try to plant a kiss on his cheek. He turned his head at that moment and caught her mouth in a rough kiss. She tried to turn in his arms, but he pushed his pelvis harder to her ass, keeping her pinned against the island. A rough sigh slipped from between her lips when he pulled back from the kiss. He ground against her one more time before spinning her around and looking deeply into her eyes. His hazel eyes had grown dark with desire and she wondered how kiss swollen her lips were.
He pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue softly against her mouth. Before she could respond, he pulled back and grabbed her hand, "Grab your beer," he said and pulled her behind him. She reached back for her beer as he wound his way around the island, turned left past the refrigerator, and stopped just short of the stairs. "You ready?" There was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes again, and then he was racing up the stairs. Half way up he stopped, took the two steps down to where she had stopped, pressed her against he wall and kissed her fiercely. "Let's go!" and he was gone again.
Taking a right at the top of the stairs, he stopped short at the door. "Ashlar..." he whispered, "don't take this the wrong way, but as soon as we get through that door, I'm going to take your clothes off and fuck the shit out of you. If you have a problem with that, say it now." He looked at her so earnestly that her breath caught in her throat. She was pretty sure no one had ever been so honest with her about his intentions.
"Uhm... that's pretty much what I was hoping you'd say Elliott. I have been ..." she looked down, suddenly aware that she was just about to tell him that she'd been fantasizing about that very thing.
"Daydreaming about it?" He smirked, "Yeah, John showed me the craigslist ad. That was you, wasn't it?" His lips quirked up at the corner as he watched the shock and furious blush rise on her cheeks.
"Uh.... Yes?" she squeaked.
"Thought so." He pushed the door open, flipped one of the switches inside the door, and spun Ashlar in front of him. He set his beer on the side table and took hers from her hand to do the same with it. She looked around the room, taking in the large bed just to her right. Behind her, where Elliott stood, was a night table. On the far side of the bed was another night table. Directly across from the bed was a dresser with two doors on either side. The door furthest from her appeared to lead to a bathroom, as the door was open and she could see light reflecting off a shower curtain. The other door was closed, but she guessed it was probably a closet. There were wall sconces softly illuminated just above the bed, toward either end of the headboard. There was a fan overhead, spinning quietly.
Elliott pressed himself against Ashlar's back, kissing the back of her neck softly. His hands slid up her waist and under her shirt. He dragged his hands up her body, pulling her shirt along. She raised her arms, allowing him to pull it over her head and off of her. His fingers fell to her bra snap, making quick work of getting it off. His fingers brushed along her arms as he slipped the straps of her bra off, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. His hand came around to cup her breasts, gently kneading them. He pulled at her nipples with his work-hardened hands, and she sighed deeply, resting her head back on his right shoulder. With each inhale she took, Elliott's fingers tugged harder at her nipples. The ebb and flow of pressure on her sensitive buds was speeding her breath.
With deft fingers, Ashlar reached behind her body and began working loose Elliott's belt. With the buckle undone, she unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and shoved his jeans down. The fell at his feet with a thump as his belt buckle hit the floor. Slipping her fingers in the waist of his boxers, she pushed those down, too. Before she could slip her fingers around his hard cock, he pressed himself harder against her lower body. She could feel him growing hard now that he was free of all the constriction of the clothing. Realizing that she was topless and he was pant less, she spun in his arms. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she tugged up on it, indicating she wanted to take it off. Before letting her lift it over his head, Elliott stopped her with a kiss, holding her face in place with his hands.
Releasing her lips, Elliott grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it swiftly off. Reaching for her pants, he quickly undid the fly and pushed them to her feet. They both stepped out of their shoes, slipped off their socks, and when Ashlar made move to slip off her panties, Elliott stayed her hands. "No, leave them on," he murmured huskily. Glancing down, she was relieved to see that she'd worn the black mesh bikinis rather than one of her torn and holey lace thongs. Elliott's eyes were fastened on the shadowy area at the apex of her thighs.
