I draw in a deep breath, facing his door. I give three knocks, and he calls, “Come in.” I walk in slowly, taking in his office that’s an exact replica of mine. The only difference is the location of his windows. The large panes of glass are behind him and his desk, which is taller than mine and in the corner. He spots me and rises from his seat with a warm smile on his lips. “Wow… someone new steps into my office… and I love what I’m seeing.” He looks me over in my black blouse, grey skirt, and black and grey pumps. “What brings you by? Miss me?”
I slide my fingers along the thigh of my skirt, forcing a smile back at him. “I’m actually here to tell you that I… don’t think we’ll be able to do lunch…” I bite my bottom lip, and I want so badly to run out of his office and straight to mine, but I owe him the truth after he took me out for drinks last night. He actually made me feel better... until he started talking shit. He made me laugh, but that entire time, I was thinking about Roy.
“Well, that’s okay. We can try lunch tomorrow or maybe dinner this weekend,” he says, stepping around his desk.
“Jace… no.” I hold my hands up for him to stop walking. He does. “I mean… we can’t hook up for lunch, or even dinner… ever.”
“Oh.” He clamps his mouth shut, staring me right in the eye. “And why’s that?”
“I think you know exactly why,” I state.
“Is it Roy? The guy who cheated on you with his ex and broke your heart? Yes, I know. I heard about it through people.”
I frown. What the hell is he getting at? “Yes, it’s Roy, the guy who may have broken my heart but has proven to me that he loves me and will never do it again.”
Jace chuckles dryly, shaking his head. “So stupid,” he mutters.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Excuse me?”
“You’re being stupid,” he says through clenched teeth. “But what the hell does it matter, huh? It’s not like I wanted you for anything permanent. I just wanted a taste of you. I wanted to take a dip in that sweet bucket of yours, but… I guess it’s good that you came here to cancel any future meetings with me. I don’t date stupid girls.”
Oh, now he’s pushed me to my limit. I step toward him, getting eye-to-eye, but before I can curse him out and punch him square in his jaw, a deep voice speaks up, and I whirl around.
“Call her stupid again,” Roy threatens, posted at the door.
Jace tilts his head, laughing. “Oh… okay. I see,” he says, switching his gaze from Roy to me. “You brought back up because you couldn’t tell me off by yourself. Such a shame.”
“She didn’t bring shit,” Roy hisses, storming into his office. He pushes me aside, gripping Jace by his throat. “I know guys like you,” he grumbles. “You only want sex. You don’t care about claiming the heart. You lie and say you do, but really… you don’t. Guys like you are fucking cowards, and I don’t get along with cowards. Not by a long shot. Even if we were done, I wouldn’t want you to be one of her options. She deserves way more than you.”
“Roy,” I coo. Although his words are thoughtful and they make me melt during this intense moment, I’m scared and worried he might do something damaging—something that might just ruin his life. “It’s okay, baby. Let him go.”
Without looking at me, he nods and shoves Jace away. “If you ever say some shit to her like that again, I’ll break your fucking neck. You ever lay a finger on her, or if I ever hear about you talking to her, I’ll demolish you. I don’t want you to have anything to do with her.”
Jace’s eyes are wide, and I find it pretty hilarious that tears seep into their corners. “Get the hell out of my office,” he rasps. “Both of you.”
“We were already on our way out, dipshit.” Roy turns toward me, and I stare up at him, bewildered and a little excited.
He takes my hand in his and we walk to my office without a single word. I really don’t know what to say. I can’t say he didn’t fight for me because, well… he just did. But that… that was unreal. I’m still trying to process exactly what in the hell just happened.
As soon as we enter my office, he shuts and locks the door behind us. He still doesn’t talk as he makes his way toward me, cupping his large hands around my face. He pulls me in and kisses me roughly, like his life depends on it.
Sighing, I wrap my arms around his neck. He grabs my hips and lifts me up, and I lock my legs around him, wanting more—wanting it all. He grunts as he pushes some of my things off of my desk. I’d usually be pissed about my things being out of order, but I don’t care. As he places my back on the desk, I spread my legs, but he shakes his head, looking deep into my eyes. “No sex right now, Kelsey,” he murmurs.
“It would be perfect right now, though,” I whine, pouting my bottom lip.
He laughs then leans down to suck on my lip. “It would be perfect, yes, but I have a lot to tell you. But first… I need you to come home with me.”
“Come home with you?” I sit up on my elbows as he stands up straight. “Why? Why are you here, Roy?”
He kisses my forehead. “I wasn’t done fighting for you.”
“So you come to my job to fight my coworker?” I smirk at him, cocking an eyebrow, tone brewing with sarcasm.
“Well, that wasn’t in the plans, but I was looking for you. You weren’t in your office, so I asked a few people if they’d seen you, and they said you went down the hall to ‘Jace’s’ office.”
“Oh.” I clamp my mouth shut.
“Anyway, I came here to talk to Monica and her boss. His name’s Frank or something?”
“Yes, Mr. McGuire,” I say, nodding.
“I told them I’m taking you away from New York.”
“A-away?” I stutter. “What? Why?”
“Because, Kelsey, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I know how much you want to go back south. I know how much you loved it down there, and I figured this was the least I could do. If you really want that, I want to give it to you, and I want to be there with you. I want you to keep living your dreams, making artwork… all of it… with me.”
Damn. I’m… stunned. I don’t even know what to say, so I allow him to continue.
“I talked to Frank and Monica, and they agreed to give you a contract like Eliza’s, the kind where you get to travel with the band, or you can just stay at home and send your projects by mail. You don’t always have to travel with me—”
“But I want to,” I say, cutting him off. “I just… didn’t think you’d want to be with me that much.”
“Are you kidding me?” he asks, revealing all of his teeth. “There’s not a day I want to spend without you, Kelsey. I told you, you’re my world now. And if you’re my world, that means I need you like air. I need you like water. I need you more than I need anything else… more than music. That’s a whole lot of needing.”
I laugh, and he laughs with me, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes travel down to my lips, and I allow mine to drift to his. “Tell me you’ll do this,” he whispers. “Tell me you’ll agree. I know I fucked up before, but I never want to put you through that again, Kelsey. I never want to go through that again. It was only a couple days, but it seemed like months, and I felt like I was dying a little more each and every day without you. This morning… I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
Pressing my lips, I cup his cheek with one hand, wrapping my fingers around his neck with the other and bring his mouth to mine. I close my eyes, sinking into him, taking his tongue into my mouth, and savoring the taste of him. He groans, sliding his hands down my waist and grabbing my ass. I break the kiss, slapping his shoulder playfully. “Always grabbing.”
“It’s mine.” He shrugs. “So, what do you say?” he asks.
I bite into my bottom lip, looking away from him. I can tell he’s getting worried. I can feel him tensing up. I look up into his eyes again; they’re wide and hopeful. There’s a trace of a smile on his lips, and as I stare deeper into his eyes, I wonder how the hell I would ever be able to live wit
hout him.
“You’ll let me choose the house, right?” I ask, teasing.
“Yes,” he breathes, grinning.
“And you’ll let me decorate it?”
“Yes,” he says again.
“And you’ll tell me every single day that you love me? You promise to never screw up again?”
“Yes, and I promise, Kelsey.”
“Then I say, hell yes!” I shriek, wrapping my arms around his neck. He laughs heartily, tightening his hold around me and rocking me in his arms.
“You have no idea how much I love you, Kelsey Michelle Prior. No fucking idea.”
“I think I love you more,” I whisper over his shoulder.
“Impossible,” he mumbles, and then kisses my cheek. “Now, let me take you home. I’m not done making things up to you yet.”
“Oohh… loving the sound of that.”
Roy
I can’t keep my hands off of her.
As we enter my condo and she walks past me in a tight skirt, revealing her legs, I have the urge to take control, to take what I want. But I don’t. Instead, I walk behind her, wrapping my arms around her and placing my mouth on her neck.
She tilts her head back, and when I look down, a smile is on her lips. “I can’t believe we’re really going to do this, Roy,” she whispers.
“You aren’t ready?” I ask.
“No—I am! More than ready, I just… I never thought this day would come. That I’d want to spend the rest of my life with someone. I’ve never really been sure, but for the past four days,” she says, spinning around in my arms, “I’ve realized I can’t go on without you. I really can’t be happy without you. There’s no one I want more than you.”
“Really? Because I was feeling the same exact way.”
“Really?” she mimics, grinning. “I honestly can’t tell.”
“How not? I’m taking you back to your homeland… back to the South where you can have real sweet tea and peaches and cobbler… and all that other southern stuff.”
She bursts out laughing. “You mean peach cobbler?”
“Oh. Yeah. That.” I laugh with her.
“Well, there’s something I’d like right now,” she whispers, lifting a finger and running it across my chin.
“What’s that?” I’m barely breathing. How does she always get me like this?
“This,” she says, bringing her other hand down and grabbing my crotch. I jolt, but I can’t fight the large smile overtaking my face. She smiles with me, and the more we stare into one another’s eyes, the more I become lost within them. Her green irises consume me, and I want to say so much more, but action is better. Actions are always better.
Picking her up by the hips, I pull her close, and she wraps her arms around me, pressing her chest against mine. I crush her lips with my mouth, sliding my tongue into her, tasting everything I’ve missed. Everything I need.
I spin around, stumbling towards the kitchen until her back hits the fridge. She moans heavily, fisting my hair and snatching her lips away to suck on my neck. “I miss this,” she breathes.
“You?” I bring her face back up, wanting another taste of her plump lips. “I’ve missed this more than words can explain, Kells.” She smiles as our lips reconnect. I smile with her, running the palms of my hands down her waist and grabbing her ass. I squeeze it and her moans grow heavier. I thrust against her, and she’s groaning into my mouth, her back arching against the fridge, her body begging for more.
I carry her from the fridge to the island counter. I can’t take any more of this either. Spreading her legs, I tug her panties down, my eyes locked on hers, but she keeps them trained on me, watching every move I make. When I start to lower my head, she stops me and shakes hers.
“It’s my turn,” she whispers.
Oh. Shit.
She hops from the counter, stripping out of her tight skirt and blouse. They drop on the floor, and I stare at her, eyes wide, cock throbbing. It’s straining against my jeans, and I’m so relieved when she sinks to her knees and unzips my pants. I can’t continue to control my boner. I need to be set free.
As if I’m not already turned on, Kelsey licks her lips while staring me in the eyes. She slowly pulls my boxers down, and my cock becomes harder as she fists it with one hand, cupping my balls with the other. “Shit,” I hiss as my back hits the fridge. I need something to lean on. She has that look in her eyes. The one saying, “I’m about to suck the hell out of your dick.” Fuck. Just thinking about it makes me want to bust in her mouth.
I look down again, and she’s staring at every inch of my cock. She licks the tip, and I shudder. She smiles, then flickers her tongue on my dickhead. It’s like butterfly kisses. It feels so fucking good.
Poking her tongue out, she drags it down, savoring every inch until she reaches my balls. Oh, fuck. My balls. I’m not ready for—
It’s too fucking late. She’s already sucking on them, and I’m groaning while fisting her hair. She sucks them gently, and my mouth falls open, wanting more. So much more. “Fuck, Kelsey,” I groan.
She moans around them, and then she leans back to take my entire cock into her mouth, no hesitation at all. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I tense up as she sucks me hard… fast… and then she’s gentle for a moment… fast again.
I fist her hair tight, unsure of whether I’m hurting her. By her moans, I can tell she likes it, and when I look down, her eyes are low but watching my every move.
Fuck, she’s too good.
I don’t want her to make me cum, though. As much as I’d love to empty myself into her mouth, I’d much rather finish off inside her. Grabbing her arm, I lift her up to stand. She smiles up at me, kissing my chest and then my neck. I pick her up again, placing her back on the counter.
Parting her legs, I suck on her clit, and she gasps, clawing into my shoulder. I pull myself back up, grinning down at her. “Had to taste you,” I whisper. I tie my hair back, and she smiles, reaching up to tuck a loose strand behind my ear.
Gripping her by the hips, I move in slowly, placing kisses on her collarbone, followed by her chest. I drag my lips down to her plump breasts. I need to see them. My other girls. I yank her bra down, and she whimpers when I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Roy,” she breathes.
“Hmm?”
“I’m ready. Now.”
I release her nipple, smirking. “Oh… I know.” With a smile still on my lips, I lift her up and slowly sink my way inside her. With every inch of my cock, her nails dig deeper into my arm. I’m sitting up straight, one hand on her thigh to keep it up. When I’m completely in, I start to stroke, and I’m not slow about it. I’m giving it my all. Making love to her requires everything I can provide. I want to give her all of me. I hammer into her, and my hand moves to her ass, grasping it firmly. Her cum slithers down my thigh, and I groan, picking up my speed.
“Oh, fuck, Roy!” she screams.
“You want more, babe?” I whisper to her.
“Yes,” she whispers back.
She starts to close her eyes. I’m sure she wants to enjoy this as much as possible, but I refuse to have her block me out. Reaching down, I lift her up so her chest can rest against mine. “Eyes on me, Kells.”
She nods, eyes wide. When she watches me, I want to cum on the spot, but I want to make this last. Her voice fills the room as I pick her up off the counter. I hurry for the bedroom, my cock still buried deep inside her as we collapse on the bed. I entwine my fingers with hers, kissing her neck, her cheek, and sucking on her breasts. I look back up, meeting her lips, and I kiss her. I want her to feel this burning love I have for her. She deserves to know that it’s all or nothing from me from now on.
But, in an instant, she switches it up. She unlocks her legs from around me and turns me on my back. I look up and watch her quickly climb on top of me. Her hips begin to sink, her wet walls devour me, and I grunt as she starts to move.
She’s swift and eager. Her moans are eve
n louder now. She’s toying with her nipples, so I decide to toy with her clit, keeping one hand on her round ass. Her moans turn to screams. Her clit is starting to swell. Her walls start to close around me.
It’s harder to keep control seeing her like this—feeling her like this. It feels too good to keep going. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she teases me more, lifting and lowering her hips, bouncing on top of my cock as she pants through parted lips. She does that thing I love: reaching around to cup my balls in her hand. She plays with them, and I curse through my teeth, the back of my head sinking into the pillows.
I don’t stop running circles around her clit with the pad of my thumb. She doesn’t stop playing with my balls. She’s riding me like I’m a wild bull, screaming and moaning like a wild woman, calling my name like her life depends on it.
“Yes, Kells, cum for me, babe,” I murmur. “All over me.”
Those seem to be the magic words. She quakes. Her legs tremble around me, but I don’t stop. Lifting my hips, I drill into her. Her trembling increases, but her moans have stifled. Her body isn’t sure of how to release this orgasm… and I fucking love it.
And suddenly, she’s falling forward and crying my name in my ear. My head falls back as she circles her hips until finally, I explode.
“Oh, fuckkk!” My control has flown out the window. I tense and grab hold of her ass, the both of us coming undone. My dick pulses with each gush of release and each swivel of her hips. Even though she came, she’s still moving. It’s not too much, just enough for me to feel it. Enough for me to finish. And I do. All that was pent up has now been released.
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