Of course, I didn’t want to be a third wheel, intruding on Delaney’s newfound love, so staying at Kevin’s seemed like a good alternative. Not to mention, he agreed to cook for me again, which turned out awesome! He made this crazy fried rice with sweet teriyaki glazed chicken, which he said he learned to cook during his travels.
I’d never guess Kevin was the type to travel. There are no pictures or souvenirs in his place. Apparently, he keeps a lot of pictures, but they are all stored online, and he refuses to keep knickknacks, which I should’ve guessed because I already know he likes his space to remain as a blank canvas that lets his imagination flourish.
When I asked Kevin over dinner to show me the pictures of all the places he’d visited, he refused, claiming a few women were in some of the pictures. I said I didn’t mind. He and I have only known each other for barely three days, but he continued to refuse. It was upsetting, and I mentioned how infuriating it was considering I’d only been to two places in my whole life, which is the small town I live in with my dad and this city. I even tried to steal his phone away but that seemed to make Kevin really upset, which made me sulk. So, I didn’t talk to him for an hour. I let him wash and dry the dishes on his own as I sit in the corner of his cherry filling-stained couch with my arms crossed when he finally wanders to the couch to sit next to me and confess: he’s traveled not only to visit exotic places but sometimes exclusively to meet and sleep with women.
Naturally, I did what I thought any woman would do—I asked him how many women he slept with. When he said he couldn’t give me an answer, I initially thought he was playing coy. But when he repeated how he had no clue, I realized he had lost count—there were too many.
As Kevin pops in another movie and comes back to sit down next to me, I recall what happened with Red Dress and I’m dying to know.
“How many threesomes have you had before?”
Kevin purses his lips to the side and sighs. “I’m not going to talk about that with you, Lee.”
“Hmm, so, you have had threesomes before,” I nod, pulling on a thread dangling from the seam of the couch. He bites his bottom lip with a look that seems to beg for forgiveness and I’m curious. “What was it like?”
He raises his brows. “Do you really want to know?”
I do because I’m curious. But I don’t because it’s taboo. But then again, I do because its Kevin. “Yes.”
“I don’t like it.” He frowns.
I laugh. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not lying. I’m not into it.”
“How many times have you done it?”
“A threesome?” Kevin stretches his arms, placing one around my shoulder. “Three times.”
“With different people?”
“Yes.”
Jesus. Before Kevin, I’d had sex a whole two times with only one other partner, but Kevin has had sex with hundreds of women in various locations all over the world, including threesomes three times. “You must like it if you’ve done it three times. Were you always the one guy or—”
“I was always the one guy.”
“So, how can you say you didn’t like it if you’ve done it more than once?”
“I told you, I like sex. I’m always willing to try something different, something new. But threesomes take a lot of coordination and it's exhausting, to be honest. I like to be able to roll with what I’m feeling, take hold of what I want. That’s easier to do when it’s only two people.” Kevin puts his other hand up, cupping my face, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “It’s also awkward afterward.”
“How so?”
“Most women, I find, like to be held after sex. It’s hard to genuinely hold two women at once.”
I pull Kevin’s hands from my face. “You know, you shouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?” He grimaces, getting tense and leaning back. He knows I’m about to offend him.
“You shouldn’t hold a girl after sex if you plan to dump her. If sex is all you’re after, then you should do it and be done. You shouldn’t lead women on.”
He throws his hands up, which lands in his lap. “I’m not leading them on.”
“Yes, you are.”
“And how would you know?”
“Hello,” I sing, sarcastically, pointing to myself. “I’m a woman.”
“You’re a woman. Sure,” he cockily nods. “But how many women have you slept with? And it’s not only about them. I like to be cuddled after sex as well. In fact, we cuddled last night. Are you telling me you didn’t like that? Didn’t like sleeping in my arms? In my armpit? Because that’s exactly where your face ends up. Every. Time.”
I don’t want to admit I like being wedged into the crook where his arm meets his chest, which is exactly the point I’m trying to make because lying in his arms makes a girl feel like there’s more going on than just sex.
“Look, Kevin, all I’m saying is you shouldn’t sleep with women and toy with their minds. It’s mean. Think about the woman who showed up yesterday. She was risking her heart coming here. You’re leading them on with all your cuddly-wuddly crap and I don’t think anyone has ever told you that kind of shit hurts. You can’t cuddle someone, making her feel whole and secure, only to ditch her later. To be held so close and for so long—it almost feels like love and even you said yourself, we all want love.”
Kevin grabs my knee and rubs it. “How does it feel when I hold you? Do you feel whole and secure?”
I stare at his hand, his fingers stroking. It sets my inner thighs on fire, but as usual, he’s avoiding the seriousness of the point I’m trying to make. “We’re not talking about me. I’m not like the other women you’ve slept with, so I’m irrelevant.”
“How are you irrelevant?”
I look Kevin in the eyes. “Because for this week, I’m forced to think like you. It doesn’t matter if you hold me or not after sex. Come tomorrow, I have no choice but to ditch you.”
Kevin withdraws his hand, leaning back into the sofa to look me over. He’s thinking this over intensely. “You say that as if it’s a threat. All chicks like to be held. All chicks like ‘cuddly-wuddly,’ as you say.”
“Not me.”
“Right.” His eyes narrow. “You only went to the club to get laid. Are you really saying you are in absolutely no way expecting anything else after this? After tonight?”
“Isn’t that why you brought me here? To lay me? Isn’t that why you bring all your women—your harem inductees—here?”
“It is,” he says with arrogance, “and I lay every single one. Good. Probably too good since they all want something extra after I’ve fucked ‘em. A phone number. A second date. But I don’t want any of that shit so I give ‘em a hug and hold ‘em until morning. I think it’s fair.” His brow quirks up and he leans into me. “Are you still denying you didn’t like being held last night as we slept?”
“No,” I lie, flicking my hair off my shoulder.
“Lee, why are you lying?”
“I’m not lying.”
“C’mere.” Kevin grapples my arms and pulls me over him.
“Hey!” I shout, fighting him. I’m so irritated with his attitude. He wraps his arms tight around me as he lays us both back along the full length of the couch and he squeezes. He hooks his legs around mine and I’m now cocooned. I can’t escape. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up. Watch the movie.”
Shut up? Shut up! “Don’t tell me to shut up.” I try to do a pushup, but he crushes me harder with his limbs. “Kevin, let me go.”
“No. Be quiet.”
I struggle against him, but I only get sealed in tighter. My cheeks are squished against his chest from the press of his bicep at the back of my neck. My words come out muffled as they can barely escape between mashed lips pressing into my teeth. “Kevin, what are you doing?”
“I’m cuddling you.”
“I don’t need a cuddle. Stop.”
“Lee, trust me. You need to be held so I’m going to ho
ld and cuddle you.”
14
Kevin
“I’m getting hot,” she says and I suspect a tiny bit of drool has leaked out of Lee’s mouth and onto my chest as she spoke. I can feel the wet spot and it makes my prick tingle.
I lift up the back end of my tee from Lee’s ass and plant my hand on her bare-naked butt, squeezing. “I would say you’re timidly warm, but if you want to heat things up, I’d be happy to help you with that.”
“Kevin, I’m serious,” she whines trying to wiggle free. “We’ve been laying like this for almost an hour. Can you let me go? My neck is sore.”
I reluctantly let her go, helping her to lean up. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand while noticing the drool pool on my chest. Pulling at the front of my shirt she’s wearing, she leans forward to wipe the area dry.
As she does, I slip my hand up her front and knead her breast.
“Kevin,” she smiles bashfully, “I didn’t ask to be let go so we could have sex again.”
“I know,” I shrug, lifting her shirt to expose both breasts to me.
I let you go, so I could fuck you again.
I tilt my head up to take a nipple in mouth, which tightens against the frictional rub of my tongue. As soon as I start to suck, Lee’s legs adjust for a better straddle and her hips rock until her center is smashing against my groin.
I’m instantly hard, so I reach down to pull myself out of my pants. Feeling between Lee’s crease, I wedge a finger into her. She’s so wet, so I withdraw and help myself into her.
As she rides me, I pull off her shirt. Watching Lee’s tits sway, I realize how perfect this girl is for me. I don’t even know her. I don’t know where the hell she lives, where the hell she works, or if she even went to college. I don’t have her phone number. In fact, I have no clue what the hell her last name is. But fuck! I like her.
“Can you make me come, Kevin?”
Ooh, and I like that she asks for what she wants.
“Yeah, baby.” I lick my fingers and rub her clit.
She tightens around me. She’s going to come and damn! I think I’m going to come too, but I’m not wearing a condom. This is the second time I’ve been with this girl and gone without protection. I’ve never gone without protection with anyone. Not. Ever.
Sitting up, I feel the need to push Lee off and do the responsible thing. But she feels so good and, not to mention, I’m blocked—her beautiful tits are bouncing in my face. I take one in my mouth and Lee comes. Her body convulses in my arms and I find myself without restraint. I come in her. We are coming together.
Lee pants, trying to catch her breath and I pull her back to lay on me once again, along the length of the couch, but this time, we are both cuddling one another.
15
Lee
Kevin is stomping. He’s wandering between rooms in search of his belt but he’s not really looking because he’s distracted. He’s upset.
After we had sex on the couch last night, we did it again in his bed except it was different than the previous times. He was much more affectionate, especially since I finally admitted—after being rapaciously tickled to near death—that I liked being held.
So, he held me.
He cradled my head between his palms as he kissed me while pressing my shoulders between his forearms as he let his entire body weight fall onto me. There were moments my heart would ache as he folded himself, snaking his arms and legs around my body to envelope me. I almost felt like we were in love. It was those moments, he’d groan. Because it was in those moments I did my best to pleasure him and hold him as well.
But this morning, I figure I should not have pretended to be in love. Kevin doesn’t love. He fucks, fakes a cuddle, and moves on. I’m figuring this morning he’s upset because he didn’t get what he wanted—a keepsake of my eager and undying affection. He gave me what I wanted and then some. But after three nights, he has yet to conquer me, to make me feel like I need him.
And that’s really what he wants. He wants to feel needed. He wants to be the one left with the choice. The trinkets in his treasure box are a testament to that. All those fake gems are reminders that there’s not a girl that would drop everything to continue to lay with him.
Until me.
I was firm when I said I had to leave today and at first, he acted aloof, acting as if he didn’t care, which made things easier for me. It hurt when I told him I had to go home. I have to be home by tomorrow.
I don’t live far. In fact, I only live two hours away, but there’s no way I can ever see Kevin again, especially after the way he made me and my body feel last night. I felt appreciated. I felt admired and adored. Kevin gave me exactly what I risked going to the nightclub and going home with a stranger for.
But now, Kevin seems mad and I don’t know how to tell him what a wonderful job he’s done with me. His face is red and he won’t look at me anymore. He stomps right into the bathroom and slams the door shut. Perhaps I didn’t risk enough for his sake. Perhaps I wasn’t a good enough lay for him.
Swinging my legs off the bed, I scamper to his closet. I reach, stretching my arm and hand to the very top shelf, searching for the dress I arrived in.
“I want you to stay.”
My head jerks in Kevin’s direction. He’s standing in the closet doorway with both hands in his pockets. He’s found his belt and looped it through his slacks.
“Stay another day,” he says softly, those puppy dog eyes are back.
Leaning my head sideways to reach higher up the shelf, I look up to the closet ceiling. “I can’t.”
He walks in and also reaches for the dress, which he finds easily. I put my hands out to take the dress from him, but he hides the dress behind his back. “Why not?”
“Because I can’t. Delaney said she would take me home early tomorrow before she has to open the salon in the morning, which means she and I have to leave before five.” I reach around his waist, attempting to grab the dress but he refuses to hand it over.
Kevin kisses me. He kisses me so hard I nearly fall backward, but he catches me. He snakes his arms around my waist and puts his forehead to mine. “So, let me take you.”
My shoulder blades land flush on the back wall of the closet. I push on him as he tries to cage me in. “You have to work.”
“I do, but if I stay late today, I can probably leave work early tomorrow and take you home. Let me take you home, Lee.”
I’m finding Kevin’s behavior strange. He’s not behaving like the overconfident, cocky bastard who I met in the club. I’m also finding my own behavior even more peculiar. I sort of wish Kevin could take me home, back to my farmhouse on the outskirts of a suburb.
But then I come to my senses. Kevin can’t take me home. I pull his arms from my waist. “You have better things to do than drive me several hours from the city during a work week.”
Kevin plants his hands on the wall behind me, trapping me between his arms. “Then, stay until the weekend. I’ll drive you home on Saturday...” He looks a bit needy. “Or Sunday.”
“I can’t. I’m having—” I cover my mouth.
Damn! I almost mentioned it.
Kevin pulls my hand from my face. His inquisitive puppy dog eyes now appear worried. “You’re having what?”
“Nothing,” I lie. “I just meant my dad probably needs help around the house and I have those puppies, remember? I need to go home and take care of them.”
Kevin grips the back of my neck with both hands and massages firmly. “Lee, if you want to go home, I’ll take you home tomorrow.”
“Kevin, I really do not want to inconvenience you. I’ve already been here for three nights. I’m sure I’m running up your water bill, your grocery bill, your toiletry bill.”
“Right because body wash costs so much.” He chuckles. “Lee, I swear. It’s not an inconvenience. What’s one more night? I’ll be home early tomorrow, and I’ll take you home then.”
“Kevin.”
“Lee.
”
I huff, turning my head away. I really should leave. I should make my exit right now but the hot breath blowing in my ear and the nibble then light lick under my earlobe makes me want to stay.
“Stay, Lee,” Kevin speaks in my ear. “Just one more night. I’ll really take you out this time. Will you stay? Honestly, I feel as though I owe you. I have more I need to show—give—you. I need to take you out.”
I lunge at Kevin. As I wrap my arms around him, his dress shirt creases between my clawing fingers. I plant my head in his neck while gripping him.
He grips me back.
After what Kevin’s given me over the last few nights, I figure the least I can do is return what he needs. If he needs to take me out, then I’ll let him.
“Yeah, okay.” I agree.
16
Kevin
After I got off in Lee a few times, using a condom each of those times until the box was empty, I licked up Lee’s slit for the rest of night until she was numb. I had to wear her out. I wanted her so fatigued she’d have no choice but to sleep in so she’d still be here when I came back at lunch to take her home.
It was shameful that I used the words Lee spoke the previous nights while she slept so I could get her to stay longer. All that sleep talk about being held made my heart ache for her a little. In our argument, she claimed she didn’t need to be held, but at night being held is what she dreams about most.
As I whisk Lee’s eggs, I hear fumbling in the bedroom. Placing the eggs down, I head over to my room to see Lee is no longer in the bed. She’s in the bathroom with the door shut.
I walk over and knock. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You should go back to bed.”
“I wanted to see you.”
“See me what?”
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