“Kevin?”
“Lie down,” he bosses, now fisting his elongating member as he approaches slowly, like a stalking predator.
I pull my hair behind my ear before I climb up on the bed and the next thing I know, I’m planted face down. Kevin’s hand is at the back of my head on the bed and he lays down heavily on top of me.
He fists my hair and speaks hot in my ear. “For the record, Lee, I didn’t tell you I was going to give you more than what you were looking for. That was a warning.”
Kevin comes off my back, leans over and reaches for the box of condoms. He pulls at my hips, so I’m on my knees.
“Take off your shirt,” he commands.
I hear him tearing open the box and a condom. It’s crazy how I find myself undressing—doing exactly as Kevin says. This feels so sudden. We’re about to have sex without any foreplay or canoodling but it doesn’t matter. I’ve wanted this since we met and my body is eager to comply.
The moment the neckline comes free off the top of my head, my hanging breasts are grabbed and kneaded. Kevin’s legs comes between mine. His fingers grip and pull at my hips bringing my backside to rub against his rough curls.
My hair is pulled and my chin is raised by clawing fingers from behind. His mouth falls hot on my ear once more.
“Lee,” he gravels and the low hum of his voice manages to vibrate straight into my bones and down into my core where my body begs to leak.
I ooze.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my silken slit and feeding his fingers into my pussy.
I moan.
“Mmm, Lee.” He’s so hot against my back. “You’re so wet. You really did want this, didn’t you?”
I nod like a good little girl. “Yeah.” I do. I do.
“I want to hear you beg,” he says, removing his fingers to allow the head of his heated erection with only the slightest pressure to glide teasingly up and down along my folds.
“Please,” I say.
“That’s not good enough,” he replies with a nibble on my ear and rolling pinch of my nipple.
I gasp. “Please Kevin,” I beg.
“Fuck, you turn me on,” he says, pressing. His palm goes flat on my back as he speaks. “Put your face in the mattress.”
My face goes down, although my ass stays up and Jesus! His fingers spread my folds. I feel so open and exposed.
“Open your legs further,” he commands, and I move my right knee out.
“Wider,” he says, but before I can spread, his tongue enters me.
“Kevin!” I squeal into the mattress.
“Mmm,” he licks and licks again. Twirling. Teasing. Kevin penetrates my hole his tongue, then hungrily grinds my clit.
Threading his fingers in me again, he pumps as he licks.
“Now open your mouth,” he says, pressing his groin against my ass again. I can feel the heat of his cock aimed at my entrance.
My lips part slightly. I’m not exactly sure what he plans to do and, “Ah!”
He yanks at my hair!
My head goes back, my jaw comes open, and Kevin slides his fingers soaked of my sex into my mouth as he glides his full length into me. My hips buck when I feel his length get deep and I moan against his fingers wedged nearly to back of my throat.
“You’re a naughty little girl, Lee. But you’ve never had it this naughty, have you?” Kevin grips my head fully for leverage with both hands—one hooked in my mouth, the other entangled in my air—and he thrusts!
Unintelligible words begin to form at my lips as Kevin penetrates me. Random sounds of squeals, yelps, and gurgles also flow from my throat.
“Mmph,” he grunts as he slams into me, feeding me his cock, filling me with ecstasy—fucking me.
Releasing my head of both his hands, the man stops, grabs my waist, and flips me over. “I want to look at you,” he says. His eyes are bigger, hungrier than before.
Gripping under my knees to spread them, he penetrates me again. His jaw is dropped. His eyes are focused. He’s watching my breasts bounce. I reach to his abs, running my fingertips across his muscles to feel them working—repeatedly contracting—and he groans.
“Does that feel good? How does it feel? I want you to feel good, Lee.” He pounds into me.
Picking up his pace, he goes harder, and the penetration is becoming overbearing. A few more yelps escape my mouth before I’m cursing foul words and screaming.
Kevin surprisingly slows and crash lands on top of me. He entwines his fingers in my hair and kisses my neck with repeated heavy rolls of his head. I liked how hard he was rocking in me a moment ago, but in truth, I like this better. His hips move in waves—smooth but powerful. I love feeling buried beneath him, so I wrap my arms and legs around him, planting kisses in the crook of his neck.
“Oh fuck, you make me want to come.” Kevin’s lips close on mine. His tongue thrusts deep as his mouth devours and sucks. With a few hard and heavy thrusts, he’s grunting, coming in me.
He pants, catching his breath, before he pulls out. “Did you come, Lee?” he asks.
I bite my lip and shake my head, No.
Coming up on his knees, he grabs my legs, and yanks my bottom up into the air!
My legs go over his shoulders where my knees hook and hang and I find I’m upside down! The crease between my legs spreads open towards the ceiling, towards his chin.
Kevin eats away at my pussy spread completely open to him. He plunges his fingers in and out as he swaddles my clit like a wet warming blanket and I come.
The feeling is exquisite. I’m convulsing with each contraction of my climax, but he keeps licking, keeping me supported until I’m forced to wiggle myself free from his grasp with such intense ecstasy.
My legs fall flat to the bed and I scoot towards a pillow where I plop my head to take a breather. My entire body is in aftershock—throbbing.
I just got fucked.
Kevin climbs away and the distance creates a sense of loss as I watch the gorgeous man get off the bed to remove his used condom and leave the room.
I listen intensely, hearing him fumble around in the kitchen. My cheeks flush warm and I’m blooming when I see him return with a tall glass of ice water, which he shares with me.
As I sip, he strokes my hair. “Tell me when you’re ready to go.”
Oh no! We just had sex. That’s all I told him I wanted. I feel sad. There was no foreplay, so I guess I shouldn’t expect anything afterward. Is he already ready to take me home and let me go? Why am I so glum he’s letting me go?
“Can I have a minute?” I ask, trying not to sound disappointed. I can’t believe it’s over! I’m crushed. I take another sip of water to hide my frown.
“Take your time,” he smiles with a turn to reach for the box of condoms. He pulls out another packet. “I’m ready to go again whenever you are.”
A light pierces through my closed lids and I squint my eyes open. I’m not sure where I am exactly until I feel the roll of a warm body beneath my cheek. I’m half-draped over Kevin, in Kevin’s bed, in his bedroom.
My eyes open fully to gaze out the window, revealing the next building where someone across the way has turned a light on.
How can he sleep without any window coverings in his room?
Closing my eyes, I bury my head back into Kevin’s bare chest. I’m exhausted. We had sex three times with each time lasting significantly longer than the previous. My body feels worn, but I like it. I recall his lips on my skin—plump and soft. His hands were gripping and firm. And the rest of him? I’m giddy with how well he knows how to work his every muscle and limbs.
And then, there is all that hangs between his legs. I spy on the pile resting uncovered at his crotch. Kevin’s entire body is bare except for my leg wrapped across his thigh and my arm across his waist.
Light gleams over his smooth skin and I notice a trail of soft hair that goes from his navel down to his groin. I graze my fingertips through the fine fuzz
and Kevin’s breath hitches under me.
His hand plops over mine. He grips my fingers, picking my hand up, and the next thing I know I’m massaging Kevin’s cock with the help of his hand. He is quickly aroused. His erection comes to full standing and now I’m stroking him with his help.
I tilt my head up as his hand guides me and I see Kevin’s eyes are still closed but his breathing has picked up. I look down to our joined hands jerking him off and Kevin lets out a groan. He awakens, pulling my hand free, and rolls over to his side. Taking another condom from the box, he tears open the packet, rolls the condom over his erection, and rolls on top of me.
He enters me.
I let out a moan from the pressure and friction. I’m still raw from earlier but Kevin’s weight and his fingers become entangled in my hair again as he buries his face into my neck, giving me hot kiss after hot kiss, making my crease pour of slick moisture.
Gliding my hands up through the back of his head, he thrusts hard and I moan with pleasure as he groans, stills, and comes.
He pulls out, pulling the condom off. “Did you come, Lee?” he asks. I think he already knows that I didn’t but I figure he’s checking to make sure.
I shake my head, No, and Kevin lays down at my side.
Grabbing my leg, he places my knee between his thighs where he clamps, keeping me spread. He pulls my chin and kisses me before he licks his fingers and rubs my clit.
As I sink into heavenly bliss, I can further understand why women chase Kevin. He’s a sure thing. The man is as concerned about my orgasm as his own.
The tip of Kevin’s tongue dances with mine and I get so hot, I blow.
“Oh yeah, Lee,” he whispers as I come on the tips of his swirling fingers.
My body relaxes into a calm and Kevin rolls to lay flat on his back, positioning my thigh to wrap over him again. He yanks my opposite arm by the hand—stretching my arm—until I find myself in the same position as I was moments ago, half-draped over his body.
He presses his lips to my forehead and gives me a warm squeeze before he wiggles slightly to settle into the mattress where he’s able to fall right back asleep.
As the sound of Kevin’s breathing resonates into my ear pressed against his chest, I wonder if he does this with all the women he brings here. I wonder if he has any clue how easy he makes it for a girl to fall in love with him.
12
Kevin
Looping my brown leather belt through my pants at my waistline, I consider where I should leave Lee her breakfast. I never took her out to feed her like I said I would when I took her home from the club and I figure another breakfast sandwich was the least that I could do.
I decide to leave her breakfast plate on the counter. I cover the plate with clear cling wrap, positioning her breakfast so it sits on the corner where she’ll see it before she walks out.
Walking back into the bedroom, I see Lee’s legs are sprawled across my bed.
That same damn pinch in my chest presents itself and I swear to God, if I didn’t have to leave for work right now, I’d climb back between those legs to twist and bend and fold them every which way I could around me.
I rub my chest before I kneel at the bedside, coming face to face with Lee. Moving her hair off her nose and cheeks, I try to wake her. “Lee,” I say softly.
Her eyes squint, opening slightly as she mutters, “Oh my gosh, Kevin. You’re dressed.”
“Yeah,” I smile. “It’s Monday. I have to go to work. I got called into an early meeting this morning.”
“Oh,” she rubs her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ll get up.”
Lee picks her head up but I stop her. “No, stay.” I massage her shoulder, pushing her back down, and stroke her hair. “I made you some breakfast.”
She smiles, her eyes blinking widely. “You cooked again?”
“Yeah, breakfast. I left you some money as well in case you need to get lunch. There’s a sub shop and pizzeria around the corner.
Lee’s brows furrow. “Oh no, Kevin. That’s very sweet, but I don’t want to spend your money or take up any more of your time. I’ll try to be gone before lunch. I promise I’ll lock the door behind me.”
Ugh! That fucking pain in my chest is getting worse!
My lips purse as I exhale. “Lee, I was thinking, if you want, you could hang out here for the day. I’ll try to leave work early this afternoon and pick up something for you to wear since I know your size now and then I can take you out to dinner. On a date.” I smile boldly. “Remember? Like we talked about yesterday.”
Lee shakes her head. “That’s not necessary. I’m only in town for two more nights and I really should spend some time with Delaney.”
“I see,” I grin and get up.
“Thank you, Kevin, for everything. Last night really meant a lot to me.”
Last night meant a lot to her? I bought her clothes, which I returned. I made her cheesecake, which she didn’t finish because another woman interrupted us. And after several misunderstandings that led to arguments, Lee still let me fuck her four times. It’s me that should be thanking her but I’m not going to tell her.
“Sure,” I acknowledge.
“Take care, Kevin.”
“Yeah, take care.”
After grabbing my wallet, my phone, and my keys to put in my pockets, I head out the door. I take two steps in the hall and I halt realizing I’m leaving a woman I’ve known for no more than two nights alone in my apartment.
What if she steals something?
I did find her in my underwear drawer yesterday.
I probably shouldn’t leave her alone.
I pull out my keys and turn around to unlock the door. I march through the living room and straight into the bedroom where I find Lee standing at my drawers. Again!
For the second time, I’ve caught Lee red-handed. She’s got cologne in one hand and a scented bead packet in the other and they are both at her nose.
Except this time, she’s naked.
“Do those things make you high or something?”
She pales from the embarrassment. “Um... yes.”
“Really?”
“No,” she pouts. “They smell you like you.”
I reach for the top button of my collar. “So, you like the smell of me, do you?”
“Mhm,” she says as I undo a few more buttons and watch her eyes get wide as I remove my shirt. “And I like the look of you, too,” she mutters, ogling.
“You like the way I look, do you?”
“Yes,” she nods as I pull the cologne and packet from her hands to toss them on my dresser.
“Do you know what I like?” I ask, picking her up by the waist, elated to carry her to my bed, where I lay her down.
She shakes her head, watching me undo my belt. I kick off my shoes before kicking off my pants and boxers.
“I like the taste, sound, and feel of you. In fact...” I spread Lee’s legs to get between them. “I like everything about you.”
Without any resistance, she lets me climb on top to wedge my cock between her already slick folds. It’s like this girl was made for me—the way she welcomes me but tests me. Goddamn, does this woman test me but she feels so good.
Her head rolls back and she pulls at her hair as I slam into her repeatedly. I’m watching her tits bounce from the force of my thrusts and I’m so damn near coming. Fuck, she feels so good and oh shit! I forgot! I’m not wearing a damn condom.
I see Lee’s lips part as guttural groans escape her throat. “Lee, stick out your tongue,” I tell her.
“Wha-at?” Her voice cracks as I thrust.
“I’m going to come. I said stick out your tongue.”
Lee opens her mouth and I quickly remove myself from her, climbing up to straddle her shoulders so I can place the tip of my prick in the cradle of her tongue. I stroke myself hard until I come.
Lee keeps her tongue poked out. She’s so fucking beautiful with my cum plastered all over the inside of her mouth. I even like the
fact she’s afraid to swallow.
I come off her. “Go spit,” I say, “and come back. We’re not done.”
“Wha—abow wok,” she questions, walking to the restroom.
“Work? I only want to work on you today,” I shout from the bed.
I can hear Lee spitting profusely, which makes me chuckle before she shouts back. “But you said you had an early meeting.”
Shit, I forgot. I need to call and tell them I’ll be late.
I head over to my pants to pick up my phone and when I tilt my head up, coming to standing, I see Lee. She’s naked and brushing her teeth. Her butt and her breasts jiggle a little as she scrubs her pearly whites.
She’s so beautiful. And I still want more of her before she goes. There’s no way I’m leaving this girl today.
I call Poe and ask him to cover for me. The meeting is with a potential client, who is interested in having a complete branding makeover, but since I’ve never met the client, I figure Poe can cover for me using his own portfolio of graphic designs. He’s reluctant at first, having never tried to sell himself to a such a big company, but when I force a hideous sounding gag, pretending to be sick, Poe agrees.
I hang up as Lee exits the bathroom. “So, are you leaving?”
“No,” I say. “The meeting got canceled.”
“Oh,” she plops on the bed. “So, I guess you can take me to Delaney’s now?”
Fuck! Why is she so eager to leave?
“No.”
13
Lee
I don’t know how Kevin convinced me to stay another night, but he has. When I talked to Delaney about it, she completely sided with Kevin. In fact, she stayed on the phone, talking to Kevin longer than she talked to me. It took a while for me to figure out Delaney was asking Kevin for advice—advice about sex!
Kevin tried to be secretive about the whole thing but I managed to pull a few details out of him. Come to find out, Delaney picked up her own slut (a male version) from the club on Saturday night. I figure Delaney didn’t want to tell me because she still had this crazy idea that she wanted this week to be about me.
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