Facing Us (Kids of the District #1)

by Nicci Harris

  And she loves me.

  Leaning in, I press our foreheads together. “Can I kiss you more?”

  She blinks at me, batting her lashes nervously. “You can do anything you want to me.”

  I think I speak for men everywhere when I say… Best. Sentence. Ever.

  My lips find hers again, and become needier, more desperate, finding her chin, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, and down her neck. Her pulse beats against my lips as I trace the column of her throat, drumming with the same intensity I feel in my heart.

  She loves me.

  Without thinking or over analysing, I remove my pants with one hand, shuffling them down my ankles and off my feet. My shirt comes off next in one quick motion, and I fling it across the room, hitting a lamp, which prompts a nervous giggle from Blesk. I stare down at her. She’s smiling now and it’s adorable.

  My elbows take my weight as my bare skin comes down on top of her tiny silky torso, and my cock reacts when she parts her thighs for me to move between. I want to be inside her so bad, and my god, I think she’s going to let me. Her hands brush through my hair, and she giggles while I nuzzle into her neck, applying chaste kisses to every inch of skin I can reach.

  She loves me.

  I lean on one arm as my hand feels for the seam at her thigh, caressing and teasing her skin under my fingertips. She closes her eyes on a deep breath and leans her head back harder into the pillow. A little shiver rushes along her skin as I slide her dress up above her hips, wanting to feel the fabric of her knickers… and I feel nothing but the smooth skin

  My groin throbs, turning my hard cock into a steel rod pressed between her legs.

  God, she’s going to let me.

  An unwelcoming feeling floods my stomach, filling the pit of it with shame.

  I don’t want her to let me. I want her to want me. I stop my hand at her hip, the bare skin below so soft and fucking beautiful I feel on the border of frenzy, but goddamn it, this moment is too important to fuck up. I can’t feel like I did last time. If she starts crying again, it will destroy me.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, sliding her hands up and down my back.

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and although my cock hates me, and every other part of my being curses this decision, I roll onto my back beside her and will my pulse to steady.

  “I can’t,” I state, trying to concentrate on the ceiling and nothing that is throbbing impulsively.

  There is a moment of silence, where neither one of us moves, and then she takes a loud breath in and sits up, sliding her leg over my hip so she can straddle me. Her hands are stroking a path down my abdomen, and her pussy is only inches below my erection, naked and bare and hot.

  Christ, help me I won’t be able to stop myself again.

  Her nightgown hangs over the slopes of her breasts and her impeccable nipples protrude through the material. My hands slide up her thighs, feeling the heat from her skin and then the ridge of her hip bones beneath the silk. She gazes down at me with heavy eyes, and my cock pulses at the view, her on top of me with that natural blonde hair, those perfect tits… this is my heaven. My back is relaxed on the mattress, my fingers stroke her stomach, up to the curve where her plump breasts meet her fragile ribs, tracing each curve, up and down through the silk of her dress.

  “What are you doing, Duch?” I watch her expression sort through so many emotions.

  “I want to do this,” she whispers, breathing heavily.

  “Why?” I ask, because I want to hear her tell me she loves me again.

  “I want to make you happy… I don’t want you to ever want to be with anyone else. You are so good to me. You’ve been the best friend a girl could ever have. You’ve been so patient with me, and I know I’m not easy to be around sometimes.”

  My heart sinks, and by the look on her face, she sees it.

  I sigh. “They are all the wrong reasons. I will never, ever, want to be with anyone else. But, baby, what are you thinking? You don’t owe me anything for being your best friend, or for being patient, or for loving you.” I can’t hide the disappointment in my voice. “I don’t want you to do this because you want to make me happy. Your mere existence makes me happy. I want you to do this because it will make you happy. I want you to want to give yourself to me. I want to love you, Duch, touch you everywhere, so you feel precious, worshipped.”

  She peers sheepishly down at me with her palms pressed to my chest for support. She wriggles her naked thighs over my hips, and I feel an overwhelming need to bite my bottom lip, suppressing a groan.

  “Konnor, I’ve only been with one person,” she mutters.

  Fury crosses my face. “Erik….”

  She nods, looking almost ashamed. My face tightens as anger weighs my heart down, but my hands don’t stop tracing her body, in case this is the last memory I have of it. She could run at any moment. I’m memorising her bends with my fingertips, making a mould in my mind of what perfection should feel and look like. I want to make her feel good. I want her to want me. I want to love her completely, with my mind and my body. I want to touch her, feel her insides clutching around me. I want to fucking remove any memory of him inside her, and replace it with me, fill her with me. She gasps when I sit up, twisting and quickly folding her underneath me. I part her thighs with my hips and slide up along that silky black nightgown until my lips brush hers. My hand strokes her hair tenderly as I stare straight into her deep brown eyes. “Duch, I want to make you feel good. Every part of you is so beautiful. I need you to know just how much I worship you, that your body is not an object to me, it’s a fucking shrine. This will be about me making you feel good.”

  Her eyes flutter under me, and then she pauses for a few long moments. “I’ve never felt good doing this.”

  My jaw locks and I need a moment to process everything she is saying, and not saying. All I can think is I want to make her feel good, and that I want her to enjoy this, because right now I understand why she has been so reluctant. She has been used, enjoyed, but never appreciated.

  It has never been for her pleasure, only for his.

  Calming breaths… Calming breaths…

  “Baby,” I whisper into her ear, “I love you. If you want me to stop, you just say it and I will.” Then I crawl down her, my lips ever-so-slightly caress the silk of her dress, nuzzling down her stomach, her navel, the seam of her gown, until my shoulders are between her naked thighs. My eyes stay glued to hers until her head falls back on the pillow. She is panting now, loudly. Her breasts look magnificent from here, and their frantic motion up and down is crazy hot. Then I spot a huge scar that runs down the inside of her left thigh. I wince, squeezing my eyes together. I hate that scar. I hate that I wasn’t there to stop her, to pull her from the tub, to hold her when she cried. I breathe through the pain, and finally open my eyes again, leaning in and kissing the scar I hate so much. She whimpers. I kiss it again. And again. And again. And again.

  “Never again,” I say.

  She sighs. “Never.”

  I thread my arms under her thighs, my fingertips reaching up to leisurely trace the contours of her torso. “Just say stop,” I say again. “This is so you feel good, baby, because I worship you. When you’re ready, Duchess, put your hands on the back of my head.” When my hands grip her hip, and I pull her into my mouth, she moans, and it is my new favourite sound. She is perfect, every part of her, pink and soft and sweet. I lap my tongue up her and latch onto her clit, sucking softly at first, allowing her to relax, give in to the sensation. Her thighs tighten around my head, soft flesh rubbing against the stubble on my jaw. She tastes as perfect as she looks, and my groans are filling the room as loudly as hers are. I rock my hips into the mattress, and apply more pressure to that throbbing little coil, her beautiful skin warm and slick against my mouth.

  “Konnor,” she moans.

  “Blesk,” I gasp against her skin, rubbing my erection against the mattress harder. When her fingers grab my hair, I take it upon myse
lf to up the stakes, opening her up with my thumbs and pushing one inside her. She bucks below me slightly, squirming and panting my name. My fucking name.

  I speak against her hot flesh. “Every part of you is so amazing.”

  The vibrations of her moans course through me, forcing more pressure to my erection, and I seriously don’t know how long I can hold out for. My cock is acting like a damn teenager. Her insides tighten around my thumb as I push in deeper, and I can’t wait to feel those smooth muscles kneading around my cock. I suck on her harder. Make love to her with my thumb faster. She writhers, panting and wriggling. She’s so close. Her fingers tighten in my hair, walls squeeze me, hips tilt into me. She cries out, whimpering my name and god’s. She shudders. Her thighs crush against my cheeks. Silky liquid leaves her and I assault her with my tongue, lapping at her, loving her noises, her taste, her squirming, fucking her with my tongue through her orgasm until she sinks into the mattress.

  “Oh god, Konnor,” she breathes, raising her arm to cover her forehead.

  A grin tugs at my mouth. “Yeah, I know right.”

  She slaps my arm as I crawl up her body and settle between her legs, pushing her thighs apart wider to allow for me. I peer down at her. Her face is flushed, and the most adorable grin is playing on her lips. “Was that nice, baby? Do I get permission to do that again some time?”

  She giggles, her cheeks glistening and pink. “Yep. Permission granted.”

  I cock a brow at her. “I get a high distinction, then?”

  She smirks. “Well, I didn’t set the bar very high—”

  “Cheeky little thing,” I say, attacking her delicate ribs with my fingers. She giggles and squirms beneath me, her pelvis rolling over my erection, stirring me into a groan. “Fuck, I’m so hard baby. I want you. Do you want me?”

  She sucks a quick breath in and slowly nods. “Yes.”

  “I’ll go slow, okay?” I swallow hard, crazy nervous to finally be inside her, to finally feel her. “I want you to go on top, Duch. I want you to be in control. I think it’s important.” She darts her eyes away, lowering her head. “Hey,” I tilt her chin up, “don’t be shy.”

  “I’ve never…” her brows tighten. “I’ve never done that. I wouldn’t know what to do. Oh god, that is so embarrassing to say.”

  “Don’t be silly. I like that I can share firsts with you. Never be embarrassed about that. You go on top. I’ll still do everything, okay?"

  She nods.

  I reach for my wallet on the bedside table and pull out a condom. I rip the foil open and as I pull the condom over my shaft, I study her face. She swallows hard.

  I roll over, pulling her on top of me and grip her dress, yanking it over her head. My heart thrashes against my ribcage. Her naked skin glistens with remnants of her arousal, and her mouth parts as she breaths through her nerves. Without her dress on, I can see her whole extraordinary body open to me. My cock is so hard it aches.

  “I want you so bad. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She leans forwards and presses her lips to mine, sliding her tongue slowly and lovingly inside.

  “I love you,” I say against her lips. “So much.” Ending our kiss, looking between our bodies and wrapping my hand around my aching erection, I position myself in between her folds, grip her hips and slowly lower her down on me.

  The relief is almost blinding.

  Each inch forces a hiss from my mouth, feeling her stretch around me, seeing her shudder and pant, hearing her moan. “Oh god, Blesk, you feel so good. I love you. I love you so much.” I gaze into her eyes. “Are you here with me?”

  “Yes,” she breathes. Her lips latch onto mine, and we kiss and pant in rhythm with her rolling hips. “I love you, Konnor,” she gasps, sweat building up between our bodies, her breasts sliding along my chest. I pump my pelvis up into her, needing to be deeper, needing to move faster. I hold her deep and cup one of her breasts, breaking our kiss to wrap my mouth around her nipple and suck. She trembles around me, and starts to move on her own, slipping up and down my length.

  “Oh, fuck, baby, yes, like that,” I growl against her flesh. Groans rumble up my throat, and vibrate against her nipple, hardening it further on my tongue.

  “Konnor,” she moans again as her arse slaps against my thighs. That sound… that fucking sound. I release her nipple with a pop, and cup her cheeks and thrust my tongue inside her mouth, swallowing all her sounds of pleasure, and groaning while picking up pace. I’m inside Blesk. Her scent is all over me, and mine is all over her. She is finally fucking mine. I want to go slow. But I can’t. How can I? I’m glad she’s on top, or I’d be animalistic by now.

  “Tell me it feels good,” I gasp against her mouth. “Please. I need to hear you say it.”

  “Feels so good, Konnor,” she moans, forcing her eyes shut.

  She tightens around me. Her breathing becomes laboured. Slamming down on me. Harder. Faster. Her hips quake.

  “Oh god, Konnor,” she cries out as she climaxes.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, sinking my fingers into her hips——so close to coming——and dragging her up and down my cock as she loses momentum to her own orgasm. I am right there, my balls tighten up, abdomen surges with fire, a wave of heat rushes up my thighs, and the pressure is too much, too intense. I grunt, slam her down on me, and cum deep inside her, groaning and growling with each burst, my vision fading momentarily with pleasure. Fuck. Me. Stars flicker in my eyes.

  "Christ; that was the most intense orgasm of my life!" I pant.

  Collapsing on top of me, she buries her head into my chest, and hugs my torso. I envelop her with my arms and close my eyes, feeling myself drifting off almost immediately, still inside her.

  What a day.

  Exhaustion pulls me into the mattress, embracing me, and coaxing me into slumber. She loves me. I want to be hers. I want more than anything for her to be mine. A small hum leaves my lips as my arms tighten on her lax body, feeling her heart beat against my torso, and I love it. She didn’t stop me this time. She didn’t stop me from loving her the way she should have always been loved.

  ✽✽✽

  The next morning comes out of nowhere, because I barely remember falling asleep. My eyes flicker open, and the smile that eludes my face is ridiculous and wonderful, all at once. With Blesk curled up like a cat on my chest, her feet tangled with mine, and her breath warming my skin, I am the epitome of content. Sex is great. In fact, it is irrefutably one of my all-time favour past times, and I think many people would agree. Sex with Blesk, though… fuck me. Epic, extraordinary, phenomenal, mind-blowing, we fit together like a damn glove. I was right, she is perfect to roll around in bed with. Actually, ‘perfect’ is an insufficient word to describe being inside her, yet I doubt any other would suffice.

  Her breathing evens with consciousness and she wriggles beside me. “Morning,” I say and press my lips to her forehead. “How did you sleep?”

  “Really, really good.” She hums and wipes her tired eyes, rolling off me slightly to stretch her arms and arch her back. She yawns, before resting her cheek down on my chest, and nuzzling into my neck.

  “You must have been so exhausted,” I say smugly.

  “You?” She asks sweetly, ignoring my hubris. She smiles up at me with sleepy brown eyes that seem even more beautiful this morning.

  “Oh yeah, it was okay, I suppose,” I tease, looking away and feigning nonchalance. “I’ve had better.”

  She sticks her tongue out between her teeth, grinning up at me. “Meanie.”

  I place my hand over hers and feed our fingers together, watching with strange satisfaction as they become one unit.

  “What? Me?” I tease. “Surely not. I’m a delight to be around. Or under. Or on top of.”

  “If you do say so yourself?” She laughs, rubbing her nose along my jaw.

  “Oh?” I taunt, looking mockingly confused. “Didn’t hear you complaining last night. Heard you screaming, heard you pray to God a lot, and I didn’t
even know you were religious.”

  She slaps me playfully on the chest with our combined hands. “You’re so up yourself.”

  “Actually, I was up you, sweetheart.”

  Her mouth drops open. “Konnor…”

  I cringe a little. “Sorry, Duch, too far?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, with her lips curving up unconvincingly.

  “Okay, can I take it back?” I say in my cutest voice.

  She raises her nose to the air. “Nope,” she says through a sweet smile

  “Well, can I kiss you then?” I ask, releasing her hand and scooting down slightly so that we are facing each other. I cup her cheek and press my lips to hers, firmly and with passion.

  Her lips stretch wider as I kiss her and she mutters, “No,” into my mouth.

  I part her lips with mine and talk against them, “Just try stop me.”

  She laughs, swiping her tongue along mine. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” She arches her back and presses her pelvis into me.

  I pull away from our kiss. “Don’t make that sound, and don’t do that with your hips or you’ll wake him up.”

  “Good morning,” she purrs, stroking her fingers down my spine to my backside.

  My brows shoot to my hairline. “Wow. You just spoke to my cock. Can you get any hotter right now?”

  She giggles and that noise echoes between my thighs, stimulating my standard morning tendencies even further. “That giggle was for him, too, wasn’t it? He seems to think so.”

  Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at me. “Maybe I like him more than you.”

  “You know what? I’m actually okay with that,” I laugh, pressing myself against her a little harder.

  We spend hours in bed, lying down, sharing a pillow, kissing, with our legs tangled together, and one arm threaded between our bodies and the mattress. It was a perfect night. I wish I could screenshot it, the feeling of her against me, the smell of her, and that lusty, alluring expression on her face. The inadequate word perfect. This second in time is the deluxe version of perfect.