by KD Robichaux
I chuckle, shaking my head as I slip my cut off my shoulders and hang it on the back of one of her dining chairs. “Fair enough,” I concede, watching her eyes heat as I then pull my black tank top over my head.
“W-what are you doing?” she stammers, her gaze roaming all over my naked chest.
“Getting ready for bed, kitten. It’s pretty late, so I was going to crash on your couch. No one would be able to get past me if they tried to come in the window or door,” I explain.
LeFou scratches on the glass door, making her jump a little. She slides it open, and he prances in, going straight for his food dish.
“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.” She pours a small cupful of kibble into his dish then fills the water bowl up, scratching behind his ear before standing once more. “Let me grab you a pillow and a blanket really quick.”
At my nod, she disappears down her hall for a moment before returning with a pillow and a floral throw blanket. When I take them from her, her scent fills my nostrils. They must be off her bed. I toss them on the couch and then take a seat next to them, sliding my black boots off then my socks. Without a word, she pulls out a dining chair at the kitchen table a couple feet away and takes a seat facing me.
“You all right?” I ask her, because she’s just sitting there watching me, not saying anything.
She seems to shake herself. “Y-yeah. I just…. You’re just making yourself right at home, getting naked in my living room. Like it’s no big deal.”
The corner of my lips pulls up. “Not naked. Just more comfortable. And it’s not a big deal. I’m hear to keep you safe, to give you peace of mind so you can get a good night’s sleep.”
Her face goes soft, and relief fills me. Could this mean she’s finally going to stop fighting this feeling between us?
Her voice gentles. “It’s a big deal to me.”
“Why’s that, kitten?” I lean back into the couch cushions.
“Well… I’ve never had a half-naked guy in my house before. Plus, I’ve never had a guy who insisted on being my personal bodyguard. This is all a little… overwhelming,” she confesses. “You’re a little overwhelming.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
I make it to her in one long stride, and she gasps, glancing between me and the couch, as if she’s trying to figure out how I got to her so quickly from where I’d been sitting. My arm circles around her lower back and I effortlessly pull her out of her seat and against my bare chest. And before she can even make a sound of disagreement, my mouth is on hers. I don’t know what possessed me to claim her in this moment, but her admission of never having brought a guy back to her place before flipped a switch inside me. Virgin territory. My body screams for me to christen the place, to make love to Kayan and be the first to mark her space as mine.
She whimpers into my mouth as I slide my tongue between her soft lips. I’m as gentle as possible, since I don’t want to make the cut on her lip hurt worse, and I feel her relax in my embrace, allowing me to take all her weight. My hand slides up between her shoulder blades then into her hair, my big hand engulfing the back of her skull, making it easy to manipulate her position. I kiss her deep, until my soul pours down her throat and dances with hers. Her fingers dig into my biceps, holding on for dear life as she fully gives herself over to me.
My grip falls to her ass and I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my hips, and I feel her ankles lock behind me. Without breaking our kiss, I make my way to her bedroom, sprawling us across her comforter as my weight presses her into the mattress. She moans as she grinds her hips against me, moving like a cat in heat.
“That’s it, kitten,” I growl against her lips. “Show me how bad you want me.”
She shudders, shaking her head slightly, but not enough to disengage our mouths. “What are you doing to me, Z?” she whispers.
I nip her bottom lip, tilting my hips to give her better friction as she continues to move. I feel her heat through our jeans as if she’s naked. I can only imagine how wet she is.
“Z.” She takes a breath. “Z? My God, I don’t even know your real name, and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. How is that even possible?”
I pull back to look down into her beautiful eyes, a small smile on my face. “It’s Eleazar. Zar for short, and then it got shortened even more to just Z.”
Her hips thrust upward and she groans. “Oh, God. That was so hot. Say it again, just like you did before.”
I chuckle, having never repeated my own name over and over in bed before. But I do it, just to make her happy. “Eleazar,” I say, rolling the R, my Hispanic heritage on full display in the proper pronunciation.
“So you’re what? Mexican? Puerto Rican? I know nothing about you, and all I want is for you to be inside me. This is so… wrong,” she murmurs.
I swallow, holding onto my self-control at her admission. I’d rather take it slow and answer her questions than to rush through our first time and have her regret it. “Spaniard. My parents are first generation Americans, and their parents were from a small town outside Madrid.”
She nods. “Oh, that’s nice.” She circles her hips, her eyes nearly crossing at the friction. “I’d love to visit somewhere exotic like that some day. I’ve never left the country before.”
Her rambling reminds me of the first time I met her, when I told her I’d never had shy in my bed before. So I talk to her, putting her at ease as I begin to undress her. “I’ll take you there some day, kitten. I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go. Just name it.” I slide her top off, tossing it to the floor before reaching for the button on her jeans. “I was in the Navy. Joined because I had dreams of seeing the world. I went to many places. But there’s so many more I’d like to see. And I’d love to see them with you. Even the ports I’ve been before. I could take you and show you all the best hidden spots. Your own personal tour guide.”
She smiles, closing her eyes as I pull her jeans down her shapely legs. “My own personal bodyguard, and now my own personal tour guide? I’m never getting rid of you, am I?”
“Never. Once I make you mine, there’s no turning back, little one. You’ll be stuck with me forever,” I tell her, kissing a trail up the inside of her thigh until I reach her panty-covered center. She pants as I hook my thumb in the elastic and remove them from her body in one swift jerk, baring her to me. I glance up at her face, seeing she still has her eyes locked closed, but she’s not trying to stop me, so I continue my perusal.
I breathe in her scent, the aroma making my already hard cock throb behind my zipper painfully, so I reach down, unbutton and unzip my jeans, and pull them off swiftly, leaving me fully naked. The first swipe of my tongue up her slit makes her jerk as if she’s been electrocuted, so I thread my arms around her legs, the backs of her thighs resting against my shoulders as my hands grip, spreading her pussy open so I can get to the sweet spot.
“Holy fu—!” she cries, as I suck her sensitive flesh into my hot mouth, her back arching, her head pressing into the bed as I lock her lower half in place. There’s no way she’s getting away from me now, not when I’ve finally gotten my first taste of her.
Fucking heaven.
“Anything else you wanna know, kitten?” I growl against her clit.
She lets out a long moan as I flick the tip of my tongue along her folds. “No! No more questions. Just. Don’t. Freaking. Stop!”
I grin to myself before giving her pussy my full attention, eating her relentlessly until she’s writhing and panting incoherent appreciation. And soon, her muscles seize before she calls out my name, my real name, and her juices spill onto my tongue as she comes. It takes everything in me not to come right then and there, my cock pressing into her mattress as she melts, her entire body going lax.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, discreetly wiping my face there. I don’t know how she’d feel about me kissing her with so much of her wetness covering my jaw, so instead of finding out this first time we’re together, I’ll save that disco
very for later. As I crawl up her body, I can’t help but notice how tiny she is beneath me, how small she is compared to my 6’5” frame. It makes me feel powerful in this moment, even though I know my heart is helpless against her.
I nudge her opening with my cock, and the heat and wetness of her brings me back from the brink for a second. “I don’t have a condom, kitten.” Hopefully she has one nearby or I might die if I can’t sink inside her tightness.
“I… I don’t either.” She bites her lip, finally opening her eyes and looking up at me. “But I’m on birth control. Are you…?”
I know she’s asking if I’m clean. I am. But I’ve never been inside a woman without a glove before. The thought seems foreign. Almost taboo.
But as I look down into her beautiful eyes, the need I see there calls to me. And as I told her before, once I have her, she’s mine forever. I wasn’t fucking around. Something inside me just knows she’s the one. The one I’m meant to spend my life with.
“I’m clean. But just so you know, I’ve never done this before,” I confess, and her eyebrows lift in surprise.
“You’re… you’re a virgin?” she practically gasps.
I nearly collapse on top of her I laugh so hard, my cock bouncing against her slick entrance, sobering me quickly. “No, kitten. I’ve just never done it without a condom before. So I don’t know how this is gonna go. You could turn me into a two-pump chump.”
Her face softens, and she reaches up to cup my jaw. “Trust me, Z. It’s not gonna take much for me. You’ve already made me feel things I’ve never felt be— Ohhhhhh,” she groans as I sink into her, my arms nearly buckling at how glorious her pussy feels gripping me.
I feel her legs come up and lock around my ass, and her muscles squeeze, urging me to start moving. And move, I do.
I start off slow, gliding in and out with calculated strokes, feeling my throbbing cock disappear into her depths. And at her little mewls and sighs, my control snaps, and my pace picks up until her headboard is pounding against the wall and her voice gives out from crying out with every plunge.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, Kayan coming undone beneath me. She grips my biceps, turning her head and sinking her teeth into my flesh as her pussy spasms around me and she comes. The slight pain my kitten’s little fangs induces is all it takes, and I explode inside her, a bark of passion and relief echoing around her room as the most intense orgasm of my entire life overtakes my entire being.
She whimpers in protest as I carefully slide out of her, but then her eyes widen as they meet mine once again. “Oh my God, I bit you. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m so so—”
“Baby. It was the hottest thing ever. I know we have a lot to learn about one another, but just know, for future reference, there’s nothing I love more with my pleasure than a little pain,” I tell her, giving her just a hint of the type of sex I enjoy most. I don’t want to freak her out, but she needs to know the truth about me if I’m going to have the privilege of keeping her and making her mine forever.
“Oh. Well then. I uh… I’m glad you liked it.” She blushes, and I climb off the bed to go into the bathroom.
“Where’re your washcloths, kitten?” I ask, reaching for the cabinet beneath the sink.
“Second drawer on the left,” she replies, and I open it instead, snatching up a gray washcloth and turning on the faucet to let the water warm up.
Wringing out the rag, I walk back over to where she’s still sprawled on top of her comforter. I press it gently to her core and hear her sigh as it soothes the ache there. She was so tight, and I’m not small by any means, my cock proportional to the rest of my large frame.
When she’s all cleaned up, I toss the cloth into the sink to take care of later. Right now, all I want to do is wrap around the tiny woman in her bed and fall asleep with her in my arms.
7
Kayan
It’s only two hours later when the alarm on my phone goes off, letting me know it’s time to get up and ready for work. I glare at it, where it sits on my kitchen table, wishing it would understand if I cussed it out and told it I was up already, since I never went back to sleep last night.
After Z fell asleep, my white sheet twisted around his naked lower half, contrasting dramatically with his beautiful tan and tattooed skin, I couldn’t fall asleep myself.
What the hell had I just done? I barely knew the man, and I had slept with him? Sure, there was an undeniable connection between us. I was pulled toward him with the force of the strongest magnet in the world. And it sounded like if he had it his way, we would be a “thing.”
I hadn’t been a “thing” with anyone in a very long time. I’ve only slept with men I was in a serious relationship with, which, before last night, was a grand total of two.
“God, this is so freaking backward,” I groan into my half-empty coffee mug. Isn’t it usually the woman who wants a relationship, and the man who fights her off as long as he can?
Well… no, actually. If Wes and July are anything to go by.
“What is with these bossy-ass bikers?” I mumble to myself. “They think they can just roll up on their sexy motorcycles, in their sexy leather cuts, and be like, ‘You, woman. Mine!’ and we’ll be all swoony and shit and just agree.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what we think,” Z’s amused voice comes from behind me, making me jump and slosh a little coffee onto my hand and table. I glare over my shoulder and watch through slitted eyes as he approaches, trying my best to ignore the deep V at his hips, where his jeans are slung low.
Before I know what he’s doing, he pulls my wet hand to his lips and sucks the coffee off my fingers, causing my core to clench. It makes me undeniably aware of the soreness there, and my cheeks flush.
“Mmm, mind if I have a cup of that?” he asks low.
“S-sure. The K-cups are in the drawer under the Keurig,” I reply, hating the way he can zap all my sassiness with one lick of his skillful tongue.
“I wasn’t talking about the coffee—” He glances down at my lap, as if he can smell my arousal there. “—but I guess that’ll have to do, since I know you have to get to work soon.”
My stomach twists with a surge of need, and I stand abruptly. “Uh. Right. Yeah. I gotta go get ready. Help yourself to whatever you want… in the kitchen. The food, I mean. Yeah.” I shake my head and pull my hand from him, ignoring his chuckle as I hurry to my master bathroom.
I take the fastest shower in history, because I have no doubt if I’m in here longer than what it takes to soap up and rinse off, I’ll have an unwanted—or so I tell myself—visitor, thanks to my bathroom door not having a lock. The damn room has a pocket door, which I never worried about before, living alone with no one to walk in on me.
I throw on my scrubs for the day, white ones covered in every Disney dog character. Even though I’m not a vet tech or anything, I choose to dress like July at work, to give us a uniformed and professional look, but mostly because it’s like wearing comfy pajamas all day. I tie up my non-slip tennis shoes and grab my purse, heading into the living room.
Z is fully dressed, lounging on my couch and typing something into his phone. When he looks up and spots me, his face softens and he stands. “Ready to go?” he asks, pulling his key out of his pocket.
“Uh… yeah. But I don’t need you to follow me. I’m just going straight to work from here,” I tell him, pulling my own keys out of my purse.
He doesn’t respond, just gives me a look that says he’s going to do what he wants whether I like it or not. I roll my eyes and pass him on my way out the door.
Every glance in my rearview mirror makes my blood boil. How dare he look so freaking hot, cruising on his dark green Harley, seeming like he doesn’t have a care in the world? Images of those outstretched, tattooed arms flash through my mind, but instead of gripping handlebars like they are now, I remember the way they bulged and rippled as he braced himself above me last night, holding his weight up as he slid inside me.
By the time I park in front of the clinic, I’m an irritated mess, and I hop out of my car, slamming the door and throwing my purse on my shoulder.
“I told you I didn’t need you to follow me!” I yell over my shoulder at Z, who sits on his bike with his arms crossed over his chest, watching my every move with a smirk on his irresistible face.
“Have a good day, kitten,” is all he says, and I shake my head then storm over to July, stomping as I cross the parking lot. When I reach her side, I grab her arm and pull her toward the door of the building.
“Can I close the door to my car and get my coffee?” she asks, biting her lip, obviously trying to control her laughter.
I let go of her. “This isn’t funny.” I pout. “This is all your fault. Thanks to you, I had to have that guy in my house last night and this morning.”
“I could think of much worse problems, honey,” she tells me, slamming her door with her hip and grabbing her to-go coffee cup off the roof of her car.
I still can’t believe I slept with him. It’s such an un-Kayan thing to do. So much so, I don’t even know how to tell July. So I decide to keep it to myself until I sort out my feelings about the whole situation.
“You would think so.” I need to vent just a little, so I tell her, without giving everything away, “He was shirtless in my house. Who gets undressed in front of people they don’t know then struts around showing off their body?” I feel a little guilty, omitting what happened after Z became shirtless last night. Not to mention, he saw me naked first, when I shot him. I blow a piece of hair out of my face, which has turned hot at the memory.
“You like him.” She gives me a smile then laughs at me.
“I do not like him.” I frown, and we both watch as he pulls out of the parking lot, me having to control the dreamy sigh that wants to escape at how freaking gorgeous that damn man is.