But apparently without that particular service, he was a fucking slob. He realized that as soon as he stepped through the door with Lena. Dirty clothes laid everywhere but in the laundry basket his uncle had given him, and thanks to everything being closed, it smelled worse than a locker room.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, picking up the clothes and throwing them in the laundry basket as fast as he could. “Wasn’t expecting company.”
“You didn’t know I’d say yes?” she asked as she watched him throw the laundry basket in the closet and close the door on it. Her tone was all “you’re fucking with me.”
But he wasn’t. “I didn’t let myself get my hopes up. Just knew I had to ask you—fuck it still smells in here. Want to go back to your hotel?”
“I’m on a fold out couch in the living room,” she answered with an apologetic look. “No privacy.”
“I’ll get us a room then.” It didn’t even take Keane a second to decide to reallocate his spring break pay on a hotel. “Give me a minute to ask my uncle if I can take an advance on my pay out of the till.”
But she closed the space between them and took him by the wrist, before he could get his phone out of his pocket. “Don’t. This is fine. Really.”
Keane shook his head, insisting, “You deserve better for your first time.” Nobody had ever accused him of being a romantic. More like down to fuck anywhere. But Lena wasn’t like the others. He wanted it to be nice for her.
But then she hit him with a pleading look. “Keane, I don’t need hotel sheets and rose petals,” she said, her voice soft. “I just…I just want to be bad for once.”
Fuck, did she know, have even one clue what her words did to him? It felt like his dick was ready to punch through his pants. “You want to be bad? With me?” he asked, challenging her. Not to be a dick, but because he was still having a hard time believing this dream was coming true.
“Can you help me do that?” she asked in return. “Be bad? With you?”
His cock ached, with an intensity that could not be denied or put off by a search for better accommodations.
Next time…
Next time, he’d borrow that money from his uncle and next time they did this, it would be in a queen-sized bed at the Daytona Beach Benton Grand. He’d give her the kind sweet, soft-light sex she deserved with the band, Boston, hitting that baseline in the background while he hit it from up top.
But this time…
They fell back into the kiss, devouring each other. And why did he think she was shy?
He found out how wrong he was about that when he felt her hands tugging on his shirt.
He didn’t hesitate to rip it off his body in between kisses. He wanted her hands on him, felt crazed with the need to be inside her. Especially when she tore away from him for too many seconds to take off her shift dress and bikini top.
Yet, when she tried to fall back into the kiss, he found himself stopping her. “Hold on. Let me look at you, bad girl.”
He curved a hand around her neck to keep her there and maintain some skin-to-skin while he took her in. “You filled out since I saw you last.”
Her eyes shifted up and away like she was wishing to be anywhere but here, under his gaze. “Yeah, some people go for the freshman twenty, but I decided to double down.”
Did she ever. Her tits were even bigger than he’d imagined. Heavy and ripe. Begging for his hands. “You got nice everything. Can I touch?”
He could see the wheels in her mind turning, and he tightened his hand around her neck, wondering if she would turn scared woodland creature again and bolt.
But in the end, she nodded. Making him feel like he’d won another championship trophy.
He pulled her forward for another kiss with one hand while finding a breast with other. Best of both worlds and that made it easy to go slow. To pull her down to the bed and kiss her for a long and leisurely time, while they lay on their sides.
Eventually she started pushing her breast into his hand along with kissing him back. He let his hand drop from her fantastic tit and pushed it below her bikini bottom to check.
She was a little damp, but it wasn’t enough. “Get wet for me, bad girl.” He pushed two fingers into her while his thumb started rubbing circles over her clit as he told her the God’s honest truth, “I want you ready to fuck as soon as I sit you on my dick.”
He’d never talked this much in bed with a girl before. There was never any reason. He was a catch and most of the girls he hooked up with went out of their way to make it as easy as possible for him. He got the feeling Lena would need things spelled out for her though.
And from the way she gasped, surprised like, when she began to enjoy it, she’d didn’t have any experience with the below the waist stuff. Jesus Christ, had that Rohan fuck not even bothered to do this for her?
Keane found himself both irritated that she wasted her senior year on that assclown and prideful that he was giving her something she’d never had before.
But when she started moaning, he stopped just short of letting her come on his hand. Selfishly he wanted her first time coming to be with him inside her. “You ready for me?” he asked, pulling his fingers out of her pussy.
Her hips kept moving even after he pulled away, begging for his hand back. The sight of her writhing hips hit him hard, made him take a moment to think about hockey drills so he wouldn’t blow his wad right then and there.
He was surprised he was able to sit up and get his jeans off in that state. When he pushed them down along with his underwear, his cock sprung out. More than ready. Already dripping pre-cum in fact.
His eyes flew up to his good girl turned bad, hoping the sight of his raging hard-on didn’t scare her.
Her expression had glazed over. But not with fear…
He nearly lost his mind when she closed one hand around his dick, then brought her mouth down to lick off the pearl of pre-cum at the tip.
Fuuuuckk! His stomach kicked, his body momentarily losing sight of his main mission, it wanted to come so bad. And then she had the nerve to press her tongue into his slit.
“Fuck no!” Cupping both his hands around her neck, he tugged her up and off the bomb she was creating between his legs. “What the hell were you thinking? Your lips wrapped around my dick…that isn’t something I can withstand. We would’ve had to wait a couple more hours before crossing number one off your list.”
“Sorry,” she murmured. But the look on her face didn’t look sorry at all.
She was playing with him, and if he didn’t watch out, he was going to lose control. Flip her over, push her face into the bed, and fuck her the way he wanted to, forget that sweet shit.
But no…it was her first time. He had to get it right.
Determined not to let himself preemie creamy, he grabbed a condom, sat sideways on the bed, and slid it on over his dick.
“C’mon,” he said, beckoning forward when she looked questioningly at the new position.
Telling her to get on top worked. She morphed from saucy minx back into the good girl whose asswipe ex had taught her absolutely nothing about how to be a woman to a man.
“We’re going to do this slow, okay?” he assured her. “You start feeling some kind of way, you tell me to stop. I’m not looking to hurt you.”
She nodded, but continued eyeing his lap and erect cock like it was a pop quiz she hadn’t been prepared to take.
He took pity on her after she awkwardly climbed on. “Watch me. Watch me, take your virginity, Lena.”
With those words, he parted her pussy lips with one hand. He was so hard he didn’t even have to guide himself in. All he had to do was pulled her hips forward with his other hand and watch as her wet slit sank down over the tip of his erection. “Watch me. Watch me take your virginity, Lena.”
The sight of her pussy slowly consuming his entire cock was nearly enough to make him come. And he hissed when she started to adjust and readjust herself after sinking down all the way to the base.
/> “Am I hurting you,” she asked with a truly adorable worried look in her huge brown eyes.
“No, you’re not hurting me,” he answered in a mocking tone, silently thanking her for helping him out with her silly question. For at least a moment or two, his basic Masshole need to tease her outweighed his baser instinct to come in her tight pussy. “Not in the way you think anyways. I’ll be alright. You do what you need to do to get comfortable. Just let me know when you are alright to move.”
Somehow he made it sound NBD. No big deal, baby, keep on grinding your hips all over my dick. I’m not struggling at all.
But his patience was soon rewarded when she went from trying to get comfortable on his big dick, to circling her hips with a natural rhythm.
“Ah, baby, yeah…” he threw his head back, struggling to hold on as she rode him. “You’re fucking killing me. Yeah just like that.”
The feeling of Lena Kumar riding his dick…it was un-fucking-believable.
“Yeah, fuck. Fuck this dick,” he told her, his voice getting rougher and rougher the closer she got. “It’s yours. All yours.”
Her moans came faster, and then she cried out, her pussy clamping down on his dick.
“You came. You came, right?” he asked, hoping to God.
“Yes,” she answered, looking just as shocked as him that it happened so quickly.
“Thank, fuck.”
There was no holding back after that. He flipped her on to her back and plunged back into her, his body roaring as he finally let the dog off the chain.
He pounded into her, too far gone to be nice about it. And this girl, this girl. What the fuck, instead of lying there waiting for him to get done, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Joined him right on that edge. She came again, and this time her clamp down undid him. He spilled into the condom with a coarse yell, his body going rigid, paralyzed by the sensation of finally realizing this dream.
No, better than the dream…he thought as he pulled out and collapsed on the bare mattress beside her.
“Why are you laughing,” she asked beside him, her voice breathless.
He told her the truth. “That was even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined us…together like that?”
Yeah, he must have been an Academy Award level actor in high school. She sounded like she had no idea of the dirty thoughts he had harbored about her until that hallway confrontation guilted him into cutting that shit out.
But they weren’t in high school anymore. And now he told it to her straight. “Fuck yeah, I did. A lot. Whacked off to it, too. But the real thing was way fuckin’ better.”
And…cue the awkward silence. He knew he sounded a little rough—what a prep school English teacher once referred to as unnecessarily crude, but in the game of Asshole or Get Assholed, the guy with the biggest “don’t give a fuck” accent always wins. Plus, he knew the way he talked held a lot of appeal with girls looking to fuck on the wild side. Which was fine by him, as long as they knew he was a short-term rental, not available for lease.
But in the moments after his rough confession, he almost regretted not losing his South Boston accent, like a few players he knew had after playing on elite teams too long. He wanted to be better for her. Better than the guy she’d known back in high school.
He was trying to come up with a f-bomb free sentence, when she started to get out of the bed.
“Where you going?”
She looked down at him, her brown eyes back to confused and wary. It made him long to take her again. To see them glazed over with lust instead of “what did I just do?”
“I thought you had to work today. And I should get going. Back to the hotel.”
No, he had to keep her here. Letting her leave would be a disaster. She’d get back with her girls and talk herself out of the Next Time he was already hardcore planning.
This was the problem with fucking a virgin. She didn’t have enough experience to know that real life sex wasn’t anything like what had just happened in this bed. Didn’t matter how hot he was—most girls didn’t come twice on his dick in one session. And he for shit sure didn’t lose his mind like that when it came time to get his. Or start thinking about the next time before he’d come down from the first.
“Fuck work. Let’s take a nap. I was out late last night.”
She tugged back, her expression hesitant. “But, my best friend, Dawn, is probably wondering where I am, and you should—”
“Let me have this, baby, okay? You don’t know how long I waited.”
This time he didn’t act. Didn’t try to prove to the academy that his heart wasn’t pounding a Boston song for this girl.
And thank fuck…it worked. She settled back into the bed with him, and maybe her nerdiness was rubbing off on him. For he found himself taking a big whiff of her hair as she lay her head down on his chest. It smelled like coconuts and flowers. Like a vacation no man in his right mind wouldn’t want to take.
“That Rohan dickweed is a fucking joke. If you were my girl, no way would I have let my parents have a say.”
She froze in his arms.
Alright, guess it was still too soon to talk about all the stuff he’d read in her diary.
“Relax. We don’t have to talk about the personal shit if you don’t want. But when we wake up, we should have a conversation about taking care of the rest of that Shake it Off list of yours.”
She didn’t leave. In fact, she did exactly what he wanted and fell asleep in his arms.
But the rest of that wish didn’t come true.
When he woke up, it was to the sound of insistent knocking in a room darkened by the afternoon sun.
Shit. He’d totally lost track of time. That was probably his uncle wondering why the bar was not set up for the night service.
It wasn’t his uncle. Later and for many weeks afterward, he’d wish it had been his uncle.
But it was Graham, and his eyes widened as soon as he’s saw the girl in Keane’s bed. “I knew it!” he whined. “She was my three-pointer, mine!”
Chapter Four
Present Day
For no reason whatsoever, Keane jerked awake in a still dark room. He immediately checked the time.
4 am. Again. For the third day in a row.
This shit was starting to drive him crazy. But he already knew from the previous two days there would be no going back to sleep.
He sat up in bed, barely registering the fundraiser blonde he’d been banging for three nights now. Nice girl. But fucking her wasn’t working. If anything, the sex had only amplified the new restless sensations he’d been feeling since the first time he woke up too early, metastasizing them like cancer.
Despite the hour, he put on his main prosthetic and crossed over to his city-facing floor-to-ceiling windows to go through his usual Scrooge McDuck morning routine. Counting his real estate gold was a lot harder this early in the morning. Even with a three-panel view of the west, south, and north sides of the city, he couldn’t quite view all his properties. He’d need binoculars for that and the sun to Lion King over everything he owned.
But he used his imagination to tally all the “bad neighborhood” blocks he’d bought up a few years before the Boston gentrification wave went city wide. And along with the latest DGK Acquisitions future holding’s map, he guesstimated the record capital all the new buildings he currently had in development would eventually deliver into his company’s business accounts.
Playing real estate baron dispelled some of the dark swirling around his current mood. Yet even after calculating his astronomical riches, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right with his city. Something had changed, but he couldn’t quite deduce what it was.
He glanced over his shoulder at the blonde he’d netted, trying to conjure up the will to wake her up for some morning smashing pissers.
But instead of his dick stirring, an image of Lena dozing in his crappy bed in Daytona Beach rose to the front of his mind.
She’d been even younger than this young thing. So had he…
Don’t.
The word radiated in his mind. Warning him sure as a sign with a bright red x on it that this wasn’t a path he needed to go down. The truth was, he should have left her in that moment. After Graham told her everything and sent her running, he should have just let her go. Finding her again. Begging her for another chance—well look how that had turned out.
Lena was a game he’d lost, so fuck that, because all he did was win. In fact, he’d updated his self-evident truths after he lost his leg. Now it was…
Rule #1: Don’t get assholed
Rule #2: Win.
He’d left that love-struck Southie behind along with a third of his leg. He never talked to his parents anymore. Hell, he barely even thought about them. He’d dragged him and his brother out of that shithole life, and with this latest deal he’d be adding a ninth zero to his millionaire status. Fuck Lena. Fuck that summer. He didn’t need her. He didn’t need anybody. Money, money, and more money. That would fill up the hollow hole she left when she walked away from him like Marianne. Any day now.
And as for the restless energy, Keane pushed away from the window with a better idea than trying to get it up to bang the blonde still sleeping in his bed.
“Wow, you have a whole hockey rink in your cellar!”
An hour into taking his new restless energy out on a puck in his custom ice rink, Keane slid to a stop at the sound of the blonde’s voice.
She stood at the only part of the rink’s wall not covered in Plexiglas with a cup of coffee in her hands. She was only wearing one of his button-ups and was probably cold as fuck in his ice-cold basement, but she looked like a ray of sunshine, with her dewy skin and blonde hair. Nice girl.
“I thought you might like some coffee,” she said, holding the cup up with a bright smile.
“Nanh, I don’t do coffee before nine. And hey, since you found your way down here, you can find your way out. I’m no longer feeling like company,” he answered.
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