by Doyle, Dawn
“Maybe,” I replied. “But you’ll never know.”
“Where’s your room?” she asked. I pointed to the ceiling, then pushed my hands in my pockets, forcing the gray fabric of my sweats away to hide what my thoughts about that was causing. “Cool.”
When Kinsley walked on ahead and stepped onto the first step, I placed my hand over hers on the rail. “You seriously wanna see my room?”
Her eyes flashed. “You saw mine. I wanna see yours.”
“First door on the right.” I tried to, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her ass as she went up. Her black jeans clung to every curve of her legs, her hips, her magnificent behind… I dropped my head back and forced my eyes away. “Door’s unlocked. Go right in.”
Kinsley paused at the door and looked over her shoulder. “You have a key lock on the outside of your door?”
I nodded. “I don’t want anybody walking into my room when I’m not here, and even when I am.”
“Huh.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, pausing in the doorway when she went inside and turned full circle, taking in the similar way our rooms were set up.
“Well, Phoebe was bragging that she’d been in here, so you obviously didn’t mind that.”
“That’s the reason for the lock. I don’t want her following me over here again. I don’t even remember it—I was that wasted. I only remember telling her to fuck off, then going to my room.” I hadn’t meant to admit that out loud, but it was out, and I waited for the laugh, but Kinsley didn’t react. I crossed my arms over my chest, noticing she paid more attention to my movements as if she were trying to focus. I studied her darkening features. “Wait, are you jealous, Kinny?”
She scoffed. “I’m fully aware you had a life before I came along, and will do after our agreement is up, so there’s no need for me to be jealous.”
I ground my jaw, the tension in the muscles there stinging with the bruising, and my guts twisted from her flippant remarks. “That was a long explanation, but thanks for the info," I said gruffly. “A simple no would’ve done.”
Her head cocked to the side. “Why are you so snappy? You were fine after the fight, and downstairs, and now you’re back to your usual douchey self. Why the hell do you do that?”
I dropped my arms and walked past her, holding my breath so I didn’t inhale her, then dropped onto my bed, sitting back against the wooden headboard. “Ya know,” I said, tugging a pillow behind my head. “I’ve actually been nicer to you than anybody else, so cut me some slack, okay? It takes a lot of fucking effort.”
A lot of effort to keep up my guard.
Her brows shot up, and she blinked once. “Wow, don’t be nice on my account.”
“We’re inside now,” I ground out. “Nobody can see shit, so I don’t have to act anymore, right?” My chest thumped from my pounding heart. I didn’t want to react to her this way, but I couldn’t fucking stop it.
Kinsley slung her back onto my desk, sending my pens crashing across the surface, some falling to the floor. “No, you don’t, but you invited me over, so you could at least act like you want me to be here.” She glanced at the window, the vertical blinds gently blowing in the breeze coming through the small opening at the top. “Unless…” Her mouth made an O as though realizing something. “Oh, I get it. The girls said they’d never seen me here, so here I am.” Hurt crossed her features, her lips turning down, her cheeks darkening as her body bowed forward. She picked up her bag, then did something I never expected. She picked up the fucking pens, every single one, and put them back in the black metal pot they’d stood in. “I’ve done my girlfriend duty and shown up so, I’m not needed anymore.”
I sprung from the bed when she made her way to the door and rushed in front of her. “Don’t go,” I said, blocking her way.
“Quinn, move,” she demanded and tried to step around me. She wouldn’t look up at me when I stepped to the side, stopping her. “I said, move!”
“No. I do want you here.”
“Yeah,” she huffed. “It fucking looks that way too. Oh, God, I feel so welcome I can’t contain my gratitude.” Her sarcastic tone had my chest burning inside because I fucking knew what she was doing, and I’d caused that shit right there.
If you don’t want to cause it, then don’t fucking do it.
That was easier said than done. She was right, this was our agreement, and it would inevitably end, so why the hell did it feel like I was being torn apart inside when I thought about her walking away?
“Look, put your bag back down. You’re right, I invited you here, and I do want you to be here, regardless of the shit that I just said.”
Kinsley’s head stayed down, so I hooked my finger under her chin. She batted my hand away, tearing her face from my grasp.
“Kinny.” I reached for her again, and this time, she let me tilt her head back. My heart lurched, and the giant knot in my stomach cinched tighter, the friction biting like a motherfucker when I saw her lids brimming with unshed tears. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I wiped the lone tear that began to fall.
“I’m not crying. I’m just frustrated that I can’t kick your sorry ass,” she said, swiping at her face. “I wouldn’t want to fuck you up any more than you already are—it wouldn’t be fair.”
I smiled. “I’m already fucked up beyond repair, Kinny. Nothing you could do to me could make it any worse.”
Liar.
“I’m pretty sure you’d feel much worse if I crushed your balls.”
I shook my head. “The pain would be momentary, but that’s all.”
But I do feel something, and it’s doing things to me that are driving me insane.
“So you feel nothing, is that what it is? Because from what I’ve seen, you feel a lot more than you want people to believe.”
I cupped her face in my hands, keeping her face up to me. “I do feel, Kinny, but what I feel isn’t something you’d wanna know. It’s messed up, it’s sickening, and you should run far, far away from me.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, her eyes going back and forth between mine. “You’re in my way.”
And that’s where I’m staying.
I dipped my head and watched her eyes flutter closed, her beautiful lips parting, and as much as I shouldn’t, as much as I should’ve let her walk right out my fucking door, I kissed her instead.
Her hands fisted my shirt, tugging me toward her, and I dropped a hand to wrap around her body in case she came to her senses. I tilted her head to deepen the kiss, delving into her hot mouth, searching, finding her tongue when it tangled with mine.
She whimpered against me when I gripped the back of her blue jacket, my fist gathering the fabric, bunching it up like I was ready to stop her from leaving.
I ran my hand up the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair, allowing me to press my mouth harder against hers, taking over her lips with mine, and capturing the bottom one between my teeth. Her moan had my cock standing to attention, her tits pressed against me, making it strain, begging to be relieved.
“God, you’re so good at that,” Kinsley whispered when I pulled back.
I moved to her neck, and she groaned as I gently sucked on her skin, every touch eliciting a different sound from her each time, and every single one was torture to my dick.
I relaxed my hand at her back, flattening my palm against the curve of her spine, easing down and over her ass. Her hands shot up to my shoulders as though holding on to me, keeping her standing.
And I fucking loved it.
I gripped her taut rear, the toned flesh barely moving in my grip, and I slid my other hand down to join it, cupping her ass as I had before. I gently tugged her hips closer, my dick pressing against her, and it flinched at the touch.
Kinsley took a sharp breath, and her fingers dug into my upper back. “Jesus, Quinn.”
I didn’t reply. I was too busy running the tip of my tongue over the underneath of her earlobe, feeling the tiny pin
pricks raise on the surface of her skin as her breaths quickened.
There was a dull thud as Kinsley’s bag hit the floor, then her hands ran over my shoulders and over my torso, my muscles bunching under her fingers, the sensations like sparks igniting my nerve endings. She moved lower until she came to the bottom of my shirt, then I felt her skin on mine, running over my abs, up to my chest, and every muscle in my body contracted.
“Take this off,” she demanded, yanking up my shirt, my hands leaving her ass, and she jerked it over my head and threw it to the floor. She reached for me, her hands everywhere while she shrugged off her jacket with me helping, tugging, discarding the fitted white Tee right after.
I glanced down, taking in the sight of her heavy tits, covered in black lace, her pink nipples just visible through the fabric. I slammed my mouth to hers, devouring her as much as she was me, and I snaked my arm around her, my other hand encasing her tit, massaging the large orb and trapping her hard bud between the join of my finger and thumb.
“Fuck, yes,” Kinsley moaned, then louder when I cupped them both.
She began walking backward, our hands moving in a frenzy, removing clothes, grabbing flesh, sucking lips…
I grabbed her pert ass with both hands and lifted her up, her legs gripping me tight right away. My straining cock met her pussy and protested at the thin barrier of fabric between us.
“Do you want me?” I asked, my voice thick as I walked with her toward my bed. Fuck, I was so hard that the veins in my dick began to pulsate.
“Do you really need to ask me that?” Kinsley’s breathy tone, the desperation in her voice as she clung to me, made it pretty damn obvious what she wanted.
I hit the bed, kneeled on the top, and lowered her, moving both of us until Kinsley’s head was on my pillow, her bare back on the cool covers while our mouths were still fused together.
I needed to taste more of her, all of her, but the urge to slip inside was getting too fucking much to bear. My dick ached, and my balls were already so fucking tight it was as though they were being squeezed from inside.
I ran my hands over every curve of her body, sliding down to lick over where my hands had been, where my fingertips had pinched. Her tight bud hardened further when I closed my mouth around it, extending it as I sucked hard, and Kinsley groaned at the same time her thighs squeezed around my hips.
“Quinn,” she breathed, gripping my hair as I paid her tits all my attention, kneading, licking, massaging, making her squirm beneath me.
I stroked down her stomach, her soft and smooth skin quivering as I neared her pussy. Gripping the fabric at her hips, I slid the lacy item down her silky legs and flung them over my shoulder, my eyes fixed on her center. She whimpered as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. I dipped my hand between her legs, running my fingers up and down her already wet slit, then circled her opening. I pushed a finger slowly inside, her walls closing around me.
“Oh, God,” Kinsley cried as I slid my finger in and out, then added another, teasing her clit with my thumb.
I lifted my head and watched her face, her eyes closed, her flushed skin growing darker, her breaths quickening… Her lids fluttered open, dilated pupils staring into mine.
She lifted her head and crashed her mouth to mine, pushing me, and I withdrew my fingers. Her hands pressed against my shoulders, telling me what she wanted.
I rolled to my back, and she came with me, straddling my hips, her pussy resting over my solid cock.
“You don’t get to have all the fun,” she said with a cocky smile.
I held her hips and tightened my grip as she ran her hands down her body, her hips shifting back.
“Oh, fuck!” I almost yelled when her fingers wrapped around my shaft, her grip fucking perfect. “Kinny.” My words died on my tongue when she began stroking me, pumping me slowly from base to tip, her thumb collecting the beads of pre-cum at the top and sliding it down.
“I need you right now,” she whispered, the heated look in her eyes flooring me. Her tongue darted out over her lips as she lifted up, guiding me, teasing my tip, until her mouth fell open.
I muffled a groan behind my lips as she lowered herself down on to me, every inch disappearing inside of her. She clamped around me when her body joined mine completely.
“Wow,” she sighed, her head rolling to the side. Her hair fell over her shoulder, a dark wave flowing over her mottled skin.
She placed her hands on my chest. “Show me what to do,” she said, gently rocking back and forth.
I sucked in a sharp breath as she began to ride me. “Just like that,” I rushed out. “Fuck, Kinsley, just like that.”
“This?”
She rocked again, and I almost fucking jumped with the sensations that ran through my cock and spread out over my body. I reached back and gripped one of the vertical wooden slates of my headboard for support as her movements increased, her tits bouncing in synch.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, her body moving, her slender figure taking from me as she gave back just as much. I reached up and took her breast in my hand, thrumming over her nipple.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Quinn, I-I.” Her mouth remained open, but no more sounds came out except for ragged breaths and choked moans.
What had been radiating through me since my lips had touched hers, started to build more in my spine, the deep tension of every fiber shifting to one place, increasing in pressure, getting ready to erupt.
Kinsley’s moans grew louder, her high-pitched mewls urging me on, making it impossible for me to hold on.
“Kinny,” I ground out between my teeth. I gripped her hips, trying so fucking hard not to explode. My balls were contracting, my cock thickening.
I pushed myself up, banding my arms around her, hers wrapping around me, our bodies flattening against each other. She gripped my hair, and I buried my head into the crook of her neck, kissing and gently biting as her breaths quickened.
“O-oh, oh!” Kinsley’s pussy clamped around me like a vice, and I erupted, my balls squeezing and my dick pulsating.
I tensed all over, slamming my hips up to meet hers, and she squealed louder. “Fuck!” I roared as my cum spilled inside of her, my dick pulsating to release every last drop.
We stayed like that for a while, our chests heaving against each other as we caught our breath.
Kinsley’s hands stroked down until she was cupping my face, and she dipped her head, keeping her eyes on me. Her lips pressed against mine. A deep, open-mouthed kiss that didn’t last as long as I wanted.
Kinsley raised her hips, and I pulled out of her, immediately missing the comfort of being inside her warmth. She walked toward the door next to my desk, to my adjoining bathroom, giving me a good look at the piece on her back. It started on her left shoulder and finished on her right hip. Then my eyes fell to her naked ass, and I licked my lips. Our relationship was going to get complicated so fucking fast if I didn’t cut this shit out.
It already is, you moron.
“It’s late, I should get going,” she said, picking up her clothes. She wouldn’t look at me. Her face was a mask, hiding from me.
“Yeah, it is,” I said, heading over to her, not caring that I was still naked. “So, you’ll stay here.”
Her eyes snapped to mine. “Stay? Like, in your bed? With you?”
I chuckled. “Is that so bad?”
An adorable blush broke out across her face. “Well, I just thought that— Well— I, um,” she stammered.
I placed my palm on her blazing cheek. “Pick whatever side you want, Kinny. Just know that there’s no way I’m going to be okay with you leaving here at this hour, regardless that you’re in your car.”
She worried her lip between her teeth as she seemed to bounce between my bed and the door. Her shoulders sagged when she sighed. “Fine.”
I passed her toward the bathroom, and she yelped when I lightly swatted her bare ass. “Good. My girl’s gotta be safe at all times.”
Kinsley
Falling asleep had never been so easy for me. Once in his bed, I lay my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, savoring how it smelled. It was when I felt the bed dip, the covers move, and a huge warm body slide next to me that I relaxed so much that I was unconscious not a moment later.
Waking up had been harder. A heavy limb held me tight, the massive arm holding me in place. My leg was kicked back, my foot hooked over his calf.
After a few minutes, I managed to slide out of Quinn’s grasp and the bed.
I grabbed my phone from my bag and saw the reply from my mom after I’d told her I was staying out.
‘Studying all night, huh? I can’t wait for the perfect grade at the end of the semester.’
Hilarious. What wasn’t hilarious, though, was what greeted me in the mirror when I’d gone to the bathroom.
Holy shit!
I’d left Quinn’s house while he was still sleeping, his arms tucked under his pillow, his wide, back bare, and the covers resting just above his ass. His long lashes had cast shadows under his eyes. His head was turned to the side, hiding the bruising, and I’d spent more than a few seconds studying the sharp lines of his face as he slept, his lips slightly apart as he breathed softly.
I couldn’t resist.
“He’s going to be so pissed if he sees this,” I said to myself as I checked out the photo on my phone. I continued staring at my screen, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth to stop a stupid grin from spreading over my face. He’d probably go berserk if he saw the others, too.
“Hey.”
“Shit!” I squeaked, quickly canceling my photos app. “Quinn, hey.” I smiled so brightly, the sun had nothing on me. I’d show him later, but right now, in front of the class, it wasn’t appropriate.
Quinn moved his chair close to me like last time, then sat in his seat while Josh took his on my other side. I’d kept the new arrangement Quinn had decided on, mainly to avoid the possible scene it’d cause for my switchback.
He leaned toward me, and my pulse spiked, my body heating like a furnace had just been set alight. “You left early,” he whispered. “You shoulda told me.”