“Nothing. It’s just ...” Kiran pauses and swallows. “I pictured what you’d look like tonight but my imagination didn’t do you justice.”
My chest tightens. “Thank you. Not just for your kind words but also for all the effort. I could live to be a hundred years old and I think tonight will be something I’ll always remember.” Kiran’s eyes light up with pride as our waiter appears.
“Can I get you a drink while you look the menu over?”
I glance over to Kiran to see if he plans on drinking or not. “I’ll have an ice tea.”
If he’s not drinking, then neither am I. “I’ll take the same.”
“Very good. Take your time and I’ll be back,” the waiter says before disappearing.
In the short time I’ve known Kiran, I’ve seen him crack a beer or two after coming home from work. “You didn’t want a beer?” I question.
Kiran lifts his eyebrows. “Maybe we’ll have a few drinks tomorrow. Tonight, I want to make sure we both have a clear head.” My stomach twists from the unspoken promise he’s made.
I have no idea if this is the real Kiran or not, but either way, I’m grateful for the effort he’s putting forth. After we order, a silence settles between us. I’m anxious to know more about the man who’s captured my attention.
“Your family still lives in California?” I thought I heard Kate say something like that the other day.
“Yes. My mother and brother live in Oakland. I have no idea where my father is. He left when I was fourteen and we haven’t seen him since.”
Kiran’s jaw ticks and his voice is harder now that the topic has turned to his family. “Is your mom doing okay?” I ask, hoping to steer the conversation toward something less stressful, but instead, Kiran groans in frustration.
“I don’t know. Growing up, I felt sorry for my mom having to deal with my dad and the way he acted, especially having two children to care for. She did everything for my brother Kyler and myself. She didn’t just make us dinner and get us ready for school, she also worked the only job that paid our bills while my dad sat around drinking, smoking, and bringing women back to our house.” His eyes darken. “Once my dad left, I got a new dose of reality because that’s the type of person my mom wants in her life. She went from one reject boyfriend to the next and the only thing they had in common with each other was their inability to hold down a job.” Kiran goes quiet for a few minutes. When he looks back at me, I can see the fire in his eyes.
“She wants that...someone to be dependent on her. I think that’s the only way she knows how to keep a man.” Kiran looks off in thought.
I should probably ask about something else, but I ignore my own advice. “Is your brother doing okay?”
Kiran’s body physically relaxes. “Yes, for the most part. He seems to be drawn to women who push the limits of crazy, but his current girlfriend, at least, comes from a good family and is going to college. She’s actually friends with Kate,” he adds as our waiter arrives with our meal.
The rest of the evening we stayed on safer topics and before long Kiran is driving us the couple of blocks to our hotel. After we’re checked in and given room keys, my nerves spike, and I must be doing a crappy job of hiding it from Kiran because he’s watching me closely.
Once we’re inside the large suite, Kiran grabs my hand. “Just because we’re here doesn’t mean you have to do anything. You have the right to change your mind at any time.” His words alone cause me to relax. I love how different Kiran acts toward me compared to this time last week.
“I want to be here. I want to be here...with you,” I add as Kiran leans in and runs the back of his hand down my face.
“Good because I wasn’t planning on us leaving until check out on Sunday. I made sure to pick a hotel with good room service,” he adds, wagging his eyebrows before chuckling.
“Sounds good to me.” I walk over to the window and look out at the beautiful city lights. “This is an amazing view.”
“Yes, it is.” I turn to find his greedy eyes raking down my body.
“You’re a sweet guy.” My voice is weak as desire floods my thoughts.
“You might not think that once you’re out of this dress.” My eyes bulge as he gives me a dirty smile.
I walk back toward Kiran, stopping just out of arm’s reach. His eyes travel down my body again before he reaches out and pulls me against him. He pushes my hair off my neck then leans down and kisses just below my ear.
“You smell so fucking good.” He groans between kisses. He works his way down as his stubble rubs against the nape of my neck. One of his hands wraps around my waist, pulling me even tighter against his hard body. The flutters I usually feel in my stomach are replaced by my need for Kiran.
His mouth works further down as his hands slowly unzip my dress. Kiran stops and looks me straight in the eyes, silently asking for my approval. Instead of answering with words, I try my best to look confident by shoving my dress down to the floor, leaving me in only my bra, panties, and heels.
“Dear God,” Kiran says between breaths. My breathing speeds up as heat floods my body, intoxicating me in a way I’ve never felt before.
With my heart still racing, I step out of my dress and walk over to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Kiran makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and pants, and within seconds, he’s standing at the end of the bed in only a pair of boxer briefs.
His wavy blond hair is going every different direction from the amount of times he’s ran his hands through it, but it’s the desire I see in his eyes that causes my confidence to suddenly spike. I move to the end of the bed, put my hands around his neck, and pull backward until we both drop onto the bed with Kiran lying on top of me.
Instead of taking over and delivering what he’s promised, he slowly moves his hands down to my breasts. He rubs me from the outside of my bra until my nipples harden. I lift my body up enough to unclasp my bra and toss it off the bed. Kiran’s breath catches but he doesn’t move his eyes from mine for several long beats until they finally travel down to my chest.
He leans forward, snapping his eyes back to mine, watching for my reaction to his movements. When I make no effort to stop him, he slowly places his mouth over my nipple and sucks. I moan as my core starts to ache. Kiran groans then gives my other breast the same attention.
My body feels like it could float away when his eyes find mine as his hand travels down my stomach, stopping at the edge of my panties. The throbbing between my legs intensifies. “Isabelle?” he says my name as a question, one that’s asking permission.
“Yes,” I impatiently answer. His hand moves past my underwear and down to the core of my sex. My face reddens as Kiran takes his finger and drags it up and down my opening, brushing my clit softly with his finger. His hand stops as his middle finger starts rubbing in a light circle. “Ohhhhhh,” I mumble as my eyes start to roll into the back of my head. Kiran keeps rubbing as he slowly starts to push a finger inside, causing my eyes to snap to his.
“Shhh,” he whispers before moaning. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he says to himself.
My body is on edge. I want Kiran more than I want my next breath, but I’m struggling with the embarrassment I feel lying here naked in front of a man for the first time.
Kiran groans, causing my core to tighten even more. My body is already on the verge of falling over but he continues to rub me with his thumb as his finger pumps in and out. His eyes remain locked with mine as my hips start grinding on his hand and my body starts to pulse. I’m past the point of anything I’ve experienced before and without meaning to, I start coming on his finger. My orgasm takes me by surprise and seems to last forever as Kiran’s hand keeps moving until I finally come down from the incredible high.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, completely exhausted. Kiran clears his throat and my eyes snap to his as he places the finger that was just inside of me into his mouth and sucks.
“Umm,” he says with a dirty smile, causi
ng my cheeks to flush.
My eyes travel down his flat stomach, memorizing the tattoos I see on his chest. Once my eyes land on his briefs, I see that he’s impossibly hard to the point that his briefs are barely keeping his dick covered. I hesitantly reach out and push them down enough to free him.
I glance back at his face to ensure what I’m doing is okay, but his eyes are glazed over. I look back down at his incredibly hard dick and my mouth waters about the same time a shiver travels down my spine. I lick my lips before reaching my shaking hand out and placing it around his shaft, which rewards me with a gargled moan that sounds on the verge of painful.
“Isabelle, are you sure?” he questions again, but instead of answering him with words, I lean forward and place a kiss on the head of his dick. When my lips touch him, his dick jumps and I hear him grunt. Feeling brave, I lick him from top to bottom. I want to place my mouth around him but I’m certain I can’t fit him all the way in, and the last thing I want to do is act like a clumsy, clueless female.
Kiran places his finger under my chin and tilts my head back. “If you’re sure, I’m going to grab a condom.”
I nod my head and smile. “Yes, I’m sure. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”
Kiran’s lustful eyes watch me for a second before he pushes his underwear the rest of the way down his legs, grabs a condom out of this wallet, and makes his way back to the bed. He crawls up my body and tosses the condom on the pillow. He pulls my panties the rest of the way down and tosses them off the bed. Then he moves to my shoes. “As much as I would love to fuck you with these on, I don’t want your first time to be anything but perfect.” Kiran gives me a shy smile before he makes quick work of removing my shoes. Once they’re gone, he crawls back up and reaches for the condom.
I’ve read books...I’ve watched movies, but nothing could have prepared me for the nervousness I’m feeling. I swallow as I watch Kiran rip the condom wrapper open and roll it on. He brings his eyes back to mine as his fingers move to my core. He rubs me up and down, spreading my wetness over his fingers. Kiran removes his hand and places his cock at my entrance. Instead of slamming home, he slowly fills me, inch by inch.
My eyes widen from the burn I feel as I stretch to fit him. He slowly pulls out, only to push back in. My eyes scrunch.
“Are you okay?” he sweetly asks.
I swallow and nod my head. “Yes...just...go slow.”
“Relax,” he says before he places a soft kiss on my lips. I force my brain to turn off and slowly the burn I was feeling starts to fade as pleasure takes over. Kiran’s eyes glaze over as his mouth drops open, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he keeps thrusting in and out a little faster than he was moments before.
“Jesus. Your pussy feels so fucking good.” His words send another wave of desire to my core. “You’re so hot and tight.” His thumb finds my clit and he starts rubbing. My hips rock forward as he continues to plunge into me.
“Isabelle, I’m close. I need you to come, please,” he begs as his thumb and cock continue pushing me closer to the edge.
“Baby ...” he says with a strangled moan that sends me over the edge. My toes curl and I start coming on his dick as he continues to drive in and out of me. “Oh, fuck, you feel so damn good when you come,” he growls before his body shakes from his release.
Kiran slows down until he finally stops moving, trapping me under him. I knew my life would change when I finally had sex, but I never expected a man to make me feel as safe as Kiran does. When he finally pulls back and looks at me, my heart suddenly feels full. “You might not always be with me, but this moment will.” A bashful smile takes over his face.
“Hey, isn’t that my line?” I add with a giggle.
Kiran smiles. “Maybe.” He leans in closer. “I don’t know if I was anyone’s first before and I was too drunk to remember my own, but this...tonight...is something I’ll never forget.” His words shatters any wall I had around my heart, and for the first time since I met Kiran Clark, I know when I’m forced to say goodbye, my life might shatter as well.
Isabelle
Kiran and I didn’t talk much last night. Instead, after we had sex, he carried me to the bathroom and we took a shower together. He slowly washed every inch of my body. Afterward, we dried ourselves off and climbed into bed without saying another word.
I don’t know what Kiran is thinking, but my mind remains on how I don’t want to lose the man I’m falling in love with. It’s possible that my emotions are stuck on the fact that Kiran is the first man I’ve slept with, but I think it’s more than that. If I had met a random man at a bar and agreed to have sex with him, I’m confident I wouldn’t feel this way. Instead, my mind travels back to the second Kiran rang Kate’s doorbell to pick me up.
When I went out with Jared, Kiran made a joke about him not even coming to the door, but when he had the chance, he made sure that even though he wasn’t the first man to take me out, he was the first one to do it right. Now, it doesn’t matter if I live in Denver or Poza Rica, Kiran has set the bar impossibly high for the next man, but for some reason, I think that was his goal.
I take a deep, calming breath, trying to reassure my fragile heart that it’s not in fact in love with anyone when Kiran reaches out and brushes my hair away from my face.
“Hey, beautiful, did you sleep good?” he asks.
I turn around and inhale his scent with a grin on my face.
“I slept great. How about you?” When he doesn’t respond, I look up.
His eyes narrow as a puzzled look crosses his face. “Yeah, I did.” He almost sounds disappointed.
“Is this a first for you? Waking up with a woman?” I ask, faking confidence.
Kiran sighs. “No, this isn’t a first for me. I’ve woken up to more than my fair share of women before. Most of the time, I can’t remember their names, and never once—until today—have I woken with a female that actually knew mine.” His tone turned irritated as his body is locked tight with tension.
I somehow keep the emotions running through me from showing on my face. But to be honest, I’m confused. Right now, Kiran is someone between the man who took me out last night and the guy who acted like a jerk when I first arrived.
I know Kiran’s been with other women before, and while I have no real desire to think about it, I’m also not jealous or upset. He has a past, everyone does, and I know firsthand how horrible it feels to have someone hold your past over your head, but the way Kiran said his comment...it was without regard for my feelings, and that’s not the man who went out of his way to impress me yesterday.
Without a word, I climb out of the bed. Kiran reaches out to stop me, but I brush his hand away. “I need to use the bathroom,” I say without looking back. Once I close the door, my emotions take over. I know I can’t walk back out there without looking like a hot mess. I decide a hot shower will do me a world of good.
I have no idea how long I was in the bathroom. However, by the time I walk out—in only a towel—Kiran has room service waiting on the table.
“I ordered a little of everything,” he says as I walk over and sit down. I place a pancake and sausage on my plate then start eating. I stop when I notice Kiran isn’t eating. Instead, he watches me.
“What?” I softly ask as his eyes drift close then open again.
“I’m sorry I acted like an ass earlier.” He runs his hands through his hair before his eyes find mine again. “What I said was the truth, but ...” He pauses as his jaw ticks. “But you need to know the type of man I really am. Yesterday, I showed you the type of man I wished I could be, but that wasn’t real.”
His eyes flash as he draws in a long breath. “The real me uses women and most of the time I don’t bother to make sure they know what my true intentions are. I’ve been known to say or do whatever it takes to get a woman to agree to sex.” His shoulders sag and his voice sounds defeated. “It’s because of my empty promises that I don’t give them my real name. I d
on’t want to see the hurt in their eyes when they discover I’ve used them.” He shrugs. “When you asked if I’d ever woken up with a woman before, it felt like a reminder of the person I really am.”
I shake my head. “You are the guy from yesterday. Maybe you don’t act that way every day, but to be honest, I’d be worried if you did. You made sure that yesterday was perfect but people aren’t perfect. I’m not perfect, and I wouldn’t want to be with someone who is because that’s more pressure than I can handle.”
I stand up and walk around the table until I’m standing directly next to him. “Kiran, from what I can tell, you’ve gone out of your way to not act like your father, but you’re lost on what your role with a woman is. You lie and you end up feeling like crap, but if you’re honest then you could risk hurting someone you might end up liking.”
I grab his hand and smile. “Have you ever considered that your ability to hold down a job, or the way you are with Kate and Gavin, and definitely with Callie, are signs that you’re nothing like him?” His eyes flare with panic. “I haven’t known you long but I know there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for someone you care about.” Slowly I climb into his lap. “Maybe it’s time you let go of your fears and start living the life you deserve.” Kiran’s eyes dance back and forth between mine and I feel his heart beating against my hand on his chest.
After several long moments, his features relax. Kiran wraps his hands around my neck and locks his mouth with mine. Our kiss starts off slow, but Kiran quickly takes over, picking me up while he walks us to the bed where he softly lays me down.
My towel flops open, leaving me naked as his unrelenting eyes take me in. Kiran carefully climbs up the bed until he’s lying next to me. With our eyes still locked, he trails a finger softly up my stomach until he reaches my breast. Slowly, he leans forward until his mouth softly bites my nipple. An ache shoots through my core as his mouth moves further down until he stops between my legs.
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