"Again, hmm?" Lars whispered into our kiss.
I hummed in agreement. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to do anything that would stop the heavenly feeling of Lars' lips on mine. We melted in to one another, breathed each other in. I know it should have, but no feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. This just felt right. I felt like this is where I was supposed to be. I needed to know if I was alone.
"Lars?" I asked softly.
"You're interrupting me." Lars replied in between kisses.
"I'm sorry." I couldn't help but smile. "I'm not sorry. I have to ask you something. Do you – "
"Shh!" Lars cut me off and put his hand over my mouth. "Did you hear that?"
I shook my head in the negative, but Lars remained still, his eyes wide. That's when I heard it. A creak in the floorboards above us, then on the stairs.
"Shit! Fuck!" Lars swore in a quiet whisper.
We scrambled off the floor and started to collect our discarded clothing and stood completely naked in the kitchen. I looked to Lars for help.
"Shit shit shit shit." Lars continued to curse. "Ok, come. Come!" Lars gestured for me to follow him.
He opened a door that could be seen from the kitchen, shuffled me inside and turned on the light. We were hiding in the linen closet. Together, we listened quietly for the footsteps that came into the kitchen and opened the fridge. We stared at each other, our eyes wide with fear. Blood pumped loud in my ears.
"What do we do now?" I mouthed dramatically at Lars.
"Wait." He mouthed back.
I covered my face with my hands and tried to breathe as quietly and calmly as possible. I hoped I wasn't going to be standing here all night. Slowly, I lowered my hands and looked up at Lars.
The movements of someone in the kitchen were filtering under the door. I had never been so scared in my life.
An amused smile tilted across his handsome face. He took the clothes from my hands and placed them on a shelf. He kept his hands on the shelf above my head and leaned in towards my body, inhaling my scent deeply. He nuzzled at my neck, his warm breath sent chills down one side of my body and a fire rushed through me. I arched my back and pushed myself against Lars, his hardness pressing against the wet between my legs.
Lars' eyes flashed and he took a hold of my shoulders and spun me around, my face pressed against folded bed sheets. Lars dragged his warm hands down the length of my spine and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards his body and making sure that I was displayed nicely for him. His hands spread across my ass and he leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"You should thank who ever is out there. They have saved you from a very severe spanking." He threatened.
I whimpered quietly. My insides had turned hot at his words. I was cursing whoever it was that had interrupted us. Lars hands continued to work his hands over my cheeks, dipping between my legs and I heard him sigh contentedly when touched my slick core.
"Bite those sheets and don't you make a fucking sound." He breathed.
I did as Lars commanded, burying my face in the sheets as he dipped the head of his cock inside me. Lars removed a hand from my ass and placed it over my mouth as he impaled me. I tried my hardest not to scream but a quiet mewl escaped me. My heart raced with the possibility of being heard. I gripped the shelves beside my head until my knuckles turned white. Just as I began to adjust, Lars placed his other hand between my legs, taking my clit between his fingers and rolling it gently. I needed more. I began to grind against him, taking him in as deep as I could before it would start to hurt. Lars responded aggressively, slamming his hips into me with out any regard for what I could take. I grumbled into his hand, hot tears welling in my eyes. I was so conscious of the person in the kitchen, and it only made me hotter, knowing that it only took one sound from me and we could be discovered at any second.
My senses were heightened and focused. The delicious agony between my legs was where I was centered as I quaked. My knees began to buckle and I tightened my grip on the shelves as Lars rubbed my clit harder, drawing out my orgasm. As my convulsions eased, Lars' thrusts became more urgent, shorter and sharper as he neared his release. With breath pushed through gritted teeth, Lars came hard inside me, each pump rippling through my sensitive body.
Lars removed his hand from my mouth but kept the one between my legs, and collapsed into me, resting his head between my shoulder blades. I needed to sit down, I was exhausted. I reached around and tapped Lars on the leg and indicated for him to move back. With great care, Lars slowly pulled out of me and I crumbled into a heap on the floor of the linen closet. I pointed to the door. Lars pressed his ear against the wood and closed his eyes, concentrating on any noises that may be coming from the kitchen. I waited with bated breath for a couple of minutes until Lars turned around and offered me a hand up.
He pulled me up and held me tight in his arms. "You are incredible." His voice was a warm growl in my ear. "Get dressed. Want a drink?"
