by T Gephart
Oh. Hell.
“Maybe I should stay here tonight,” I said a little too quickly, sitting down on the bed beside her before she got a chance to look up and see the bulge in my pants. “In case you need something.”
Yeah, because that was the reason, you lying sack of shit. The chance of my dick being that something was also not fucking likely. Were we having fun yet? I really wished she’d snap out of whatever the fuck was going on and call me a dick.
“Joey, really. You can go I’m—”
“Yeah, you’re fine. You’ve said.” I cut her off, not needing to hear that word again.
“Well, if you’d listened the first time, maybe I wouldn’t have to repeat myself,” she snapped back, meeting my eyes for the first time since we’d walked in.
Jesus Christ, finally!
“Maybe I like hearing you talk, ever think of that?” I cracked a smile knowing it would probably piss her off, which was better than the lack of emotions I’d been dealing with.
Her eyes stayed on me but her mouth clamped shut. Her lips twitched like they were begging to say something but still she didn’t cave.
“What, no come back? That’s twice tonight you let it go, Kenzie. So either you are sicker than you are letting on, or something is wrong.” And I was going to find out which because let’s face it, I had nowhere else to be.
“I’m just tired of arguing with you. You’re exhausting,” she spat out, the fire returning to her eyes and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to push a little further.
“Bullshit. You love it.” I smirked back. “So what gives? It was the kiss, wasn’t it? Too far?”
Ha, not far enough if you asked me but then again, we already knew where I sat on that debate.
“No, the kiss was fine.”
Five hundred and two.
Two things. I did not expect her to say she was cool with it, and that kiss I’d given her was soooooo far from fucking fine. In fact, if it was only fine then I wanted a do-over to prove she’d been mistaken. Because that’s why I wanted to kiss her again, not because the first time I had done it tonight hadn’t been nearly long enough.
“Really, the kiss was fine?” I waded into dangerous territory and I cupped her face in my hands and moved in closer. I waited for fuck off to come.
Any minute now.
Still waiting.
It didn’t happen. And because I was a selfish asshole, I saw it as a green light. My mouth moved closer, not stopping until it was on her and not in a way that meant anything friendly.
Hungry.
My lips devoured hers as my tongue filled her mouth, my hands bringing her face closer because I couldn’t get enough.
She whimpered but I didn’t stop, her mouth moving against mine gave me all the encouragement I needed, gently biting her lips as I prayed to God this wouldn’t be the last time.
“Still fine?” My mouth moved away from her lips, desperate to touch more of her, getting familiar with skin before she came to her senses and called time out. The thought it could be over at any minute pushed me a little further, moving my hand up her body and palming a tit, the gentle squeeze under my fingers teasing out a strangled “yes” from her lips.
“Fuck.” I couldn’t stop as I moved back to her mouth, the moan muffled by my tongue that was desperate to get inside of her. My hands completely rogue as they moved over her body, wanting to touch every inch, and it still wasn’t enough.
I had no idea what we were doing, if she wanted this or if I hadn’t fucking fallen into a coma and was somehow imagining this whole thing. Parts of my brain misfired trying to slow me down, the roar in me to keep going, fucking out of control.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, hoping like hell she wouldn’t say yes but needing to give her a chance to walk if she wanted it. My dick punched against my fly, its shut-the-fuck-up protest ignored while I waited for her to answer.
“No.” Her hands bunched the sides of my T-shirt and pulled me down on top of her. The hard-on that had been so desperate to get noticed hit her right in the sweet spot between her legs. The moan it earned made me push my hips in harder.
“This fucking dress is killing me.” I groaned against her throat as my hands slowly traveled down her sides, following the contours of her body. “Driving me insane.” I stopped for a minute to admire the view. And, Jesus, if I wasn’t already worshiping her with my mouth, I’d have started a new religious order.
“It’s too tight, my tits look huge.” She pulled me back down, her fingernails grazing me as she tore off my shirt. My assist needed to toss it to the floor. Clothes were not our friends tonight.
“It’s fucking perfect, and don’t you dare trash talk your tits.” I lowered my head and kissed between them to prove the point. “I fucking love your tits.”
As much as I liked the dress—seriously, well done—I needed it off. Like yesterday. My hands got busy peeling the fabric from her body while my mouth welcomed the newly-exposed skin. It was a good system. Efficient.
The dress didn’t stand a chance, joining my shirt on the floor, which with any luck would hopefully be reunited with my pants. I couldn’t be sure how far Kenzie would let it go, but any stopping wouldn’t be coming from my side.
“Joey, remember the agreement we made?” She grabbed my face forcing me to look her in the eyes, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to suck in air.
“Kenzie, I’ve got a hard-on right now that could cut glass. I can barely remember how to talk and breathe at the same time.” My hand smoothed the strands of hair that had covered her face. “You’re going to have to spell out exactly what agreement you’re talking about.”
My mind tried to do a quick inventory of the past couple of weeks.
Nope.
No dice.
“The one where you said if I wanted to have sex, that you would do it.” Her hands moved up and down my arms that had been caging her in.
There was some sort of debate that had gone on in her head. One that moved her from I-never-want-to-see-your-dick-again, to okay-show-me-your-dick. I hadn’t been a part of the conversation and honestly, I didn’t really care but I was very, very glad of the outcome. My dick was too.
“Babe, right now I’d probably eat my own cock if you asked.” My mouth moved to her throat, my tongue and lips alternating as to which was getting the action.
“So . . . that’s a yes then?” She laughed, tilting her hips against me, working up the friction between us, a satisfied mewl spilling from her lips when she got what she needed.
That noise was enough to snap whatever sanity I had left, pissed off we weren’t completely naked yet and that she’d be only using my length to get herself off. That wouldn’t do. My hand, my mouth—all of it would have to get a turn first and then when I was satisfied she had come hard enough, I’d give her my cock.
I grabbed her, pulling her close and wanting to get closer. That bra that was doing a sensational job of framing her tits needed to burn, burn right the hell off her so I could get at what was underneath. And I would burn right along with it because my hands on her skin weren’t getting enough.
“Fuck, Kenzie.” I tore at the snap at the back, the piece of shit clasp not strong enough and coming apart in my hand. The damaged scrap of lace getting tossed to the floor as I moved my mouth to her naked tits. “I’m so fucking hungry for you, I can’t see straight.”
“I want . . . I want . . .” She tried twice unsuccessfully to finish her sentence as my tongue swirled around her tits, her pink peaks getting extra attention as I sucked on them hard.
“Anything, tell me. I’ll give it you.” My car. My house. My balls. All were on the table ready for the taking.
“Touch me, everywhere.” Her hand moved between her legs, sliding in between her panties. The show-and-tell not needed as I made quick work of destroying that piece of lace too.
“Shit.” She moaned as I tossed what was left of her panties on to the floor.
My hands fumbled
with my fly like a virgin with zero motor skills, my finger coming off second best against the bite of my zipper. Care factor remained zero as I toed off my boots and wrenched off my jeans. The whole process only took two minutes, which was exactly two minutes longer than I’d wanted.
“Touch me,” she moaned reaching out and palming my cock through my boxers, the bastard getting harder in her hand to show his appreciation.
Like a blind man trying to read the word of God, my hands were all over her like my life fucking depended on it. Which was partially true, because if I stopped at this point I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t stroke out. My fingers at war as to which place they wanted to go. Her tits got the attention first.
“Joey.” My name on her lips with a desperation that almost made me come.
While my hands and mouth had been on her before, my brain kicked into overdrive that the playtime hadn’t been long enough. Nope. She needed to be appreciated and I didn’t think I’d properly proven my point. My mouth suddenly annoyed that it had to leave her tits in the first place went to them in a dead run, my lips wanting to curl around the tight pink peaks that were calling to me like a fucking beacon.
I wasn’t gentle, my tongue hitting her skin drew out a moan and a shiver, I wasn’t sure I hadn’t already got her there. Not that I would stop, continuing my assault on her skin until she was liquid. Her hands locked around my head were the only encouragement I needed to keep going as I continued my little tour south.
“Yes.” Her back bowed off the bed as my hands and mouth moved over her stomach, the rounded warm skin goose pimpling under my touch. My journey not even close to being finished.
“God, I want to go down on you so fucking bad.” I barely recognized my own voice as I caught sight of the soft pink skin between her legs.
“Do it.” She arched, throwing her head back.
Her legs parted, welcoming my mouth as I booked my one-way trip to the Promised Land. Her hot core was already drenched by the time my lips reached it, my fingers begging to be part of the tag team.
It was too much.
All it took was one pass of my tongue, her heat coating me instantly as I lapped her. Like she’d suddenly jammed pins into an electric socket, Kenzie’s body jacked up off the bed, bringing the action closer to my mouth. The constant streams of “yes” all I needed to hear.
I couldn’t stop. I wanted more, needed more, her taste on my tongue magic as I stretched her out with one of my fingers. It wasn’t enough, her body bucking against me as I added another, her breathing becoming so rapid I wasn’t sure I should keep going.
My cock strained against my boxers, trying to find the ejection handle, no longer happy at being contained. My free hand reached down and pushed the boxers down past my hips, my legs doing their best to help the cause as I kicked my way out of them. My dick jerked as the cold air hit my exposed skin.
Blood roared in my ears as I tried to slow down and be gentle, but it was no use. The unrelenting assault of my mouth and fingers made her explode within minutes, her core contracting around me in tiny pulses. Her back hit the mattress, sated and lax as the satisfaction of a job well done sent a shiver right down to my cock. The bastard was desperate to take over, disappointed he hadn’t been in the first string.
“Kenzie, I need to be in you.”
No shit, Sherlock.
I’d barely got the words out as I scrambled up the bed, her body underneath mine still shaking as the last echoes of her orgasm rang through her. My length filled her in one, long stroke. My intention to make it slow obviously got lost in the translation as I pulled out and pushed into her again. Her slick center so ready for me, I had to fight the urge to come.
Oh, hell, no. I gritted my teeth refusing for it to end in forty-five seconds, no matter how fucking good it felt. There was no way I would finish, at least not before I made her come again.
“Yes.” She grabbed my ass and thrust me forward; getting me in so deep that every inch was buried inside her.
Her fingernails bit at my skin, digging into my ass. The sting juiced me up further as I thrust into her as hard as I could.
“Like that?” I gritted out through clenched teeth, hoping like fuck I wasn’t hurting her. If she had wanted gentle, I had failed miserably. My body pistoning as she continued to squirm underneath.
“Yes, harder. Yes like that.” Her voice halfway between a shout and moan as she clawed at my back.
“I can’t get enough.” My hips continued to thrust as my arms locked on either side of her body so I wasn’t crushing her. My weight on her frame obviously not a concern for her as she tried to pull me back.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I gave up trying to fight her hands, grabbing her knees and got just a little more leverage. The slight change in angle enough to send her into orbit one more time, her pussy gripping me like a fist as she screamed out my name.
“Shit, Kenze. I need to come.”
It wouldn’t have mattered how much I wanted to prolong it; I had lost all control. Chasing me down like a motherfucking typhoon, the force knocking me so hard my arms and legs gave way under me.
“Holy shit. Yes, yes.” I couldn’t stop, pumping into her as my cock jerked, filling her with my load as I smothered her with my body.
“Yes, that feels so good. Yes.” She held on tight, stopping me from pulling out, her legs wrapping around my ass in case I hadn’t gotten the hint.
Which was when I realized.
No condom.
“Ah, fuck.” I cursed out a breath as my head fell into the crook of her neck.
“No, no it’s fine.” Kenz’s fingers knotted in my hair, a small chuckle traveling up her throat. “We weren’t weird after sex the first time; we will be totally fine this time too.”
Yeah, not what I had been worried about.
I lifted my head, her beautiful eyes completely devoid of any concern. “That’s not what I meant. Kenzie, I’m not wearing anything.” My head tilted down toward our bodies in case she needed a visual cue.
“Oh.” Her mouth formed an O as she got up to speed. “Condoms seem to be a problem for us.”
“Yeah, we don’t have the best track record.” More like fucking terrible. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind I had a clean bill of health. I kept myself checked out and other than with Kenzie, I’d been wearing condoms religiously for years. Which is a conversation we probably should have had a while ago, but it got pushed to the side. I didn’t expect her to know all of that, or trust that shit was all fine and dandy. It was a dick move—literally—to go in bare without her permission.
“You can only get me pregnant once, Joey.” She laughed, shifting below while I was still semi hard inside her. “I think most of the damage was already done.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I grinned, thankful she didn’t go all Call of Duty on my ass. Let’s face it, she was entitled. “I want you to know I don’t make a habit of this. I mean, other than you. That had been a first for me in a really long time and tonight, well I obviously lack any sort of control whenever I get anywhere close to your pussy.”
Honestly, I was powerless against it. The stats didn’t lie.
“Joey, it’s no different than anyone else’s.” She rolled her eyes, completely clueless as to what she was saying.
“Kenz, you saying that proves you have no idea what you’re talking about.” Seriously, fucking clueless. “I could fucking live in there, buried in its magical treasure forever. So, no it’s not like anyone else’s.”
“That’s really creepy.” She screwed her face up in a grimace not appreciating my pussy worship.
“Just embrace it, babe. There’s no fighting it, trust me.” I laughed, slowly pulling out of her and rolling to my side. My cock was already limbering up in case there was a round two.
“Also,” I cleared my throat not wanting to throw a spanner in the works now she was acting normal. Last thing we needed was for her to go back to
ignoring me. That wouldn’t fly a second time. “We need to address the elephant in the room.”
“I overreacted.” Kenz rolled to face me, her cheeks still pink from the sex “I don’t even know why I did it.” Her words came out in a rush before I’d had a chance to respond. “But I saw you, and you were being all sexy. And then you kissed me and threw me off. I was trying to stop myself from being weird because it had been my idea to keep it platonic.” She continued to babble barely pausing for a breath. “See, stupid. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe I was wrong about the hormone thing because tonight I felt like a cat in heat.”
Silence.
“Yeah, that’s not what I was asking about.” I grinned, happy to hear what had been on her mind but not really needing the run down.
“You weren’t going to ask me why I gave you the cold shoulder?” Her eyebrows arched like it would have been the only logical question.
“Well, no.” I admitted, praying I didn’t stick my foot in it. Honestly, it could go either way. “Not because I don’t give a shit, but because you seem fine now, so obviously my cock fixed whatever the problem was. He’s good like that.”
“God, Joey.” Kenz’s fingers squeezed the bridge of her nose. “You really are making me rethink this.” Her head shook slightly before it turned back to me. “So. Tell me. If it’s not about me being weird . . .”
“No.”
“And it’s not about us having sex even after we agreed we wouldn’t . . .”
“No.”
“So, what?” she asked, completely bewildered.
“I mean the bet, which you obviously lost.”
Not to be an asshole, but I had sort of said she would cave before me. Which she did when she begged me for sex. Not to say it wouldn’t have been me. Lord knows I’d been tempted to beg before, and after seeing her in that dress—I would have spent the night on my knees.
“Um, I don’t recall saying anything remotely close to the agreed term.” She narrowed her eyes; probably annoyed I’d called her on it.
“Fucking semantics, Kenz and you know it.” I pointed at her, unable to hide my grin. “You wanted sex. You lose.”