by Naomi Niles
I let my mouth drift down her jawline and to the smooth curve of her long, sexy neck. I kissed across it and then up to her ear on one side. I blew my warm breath into her ear and felt her body shiver and then I took her earlobe between my lips and licked and sucked on it. She was making sexy little moaning noises and rubbing her body against me. I reached up behind her and unhooked her bra. When her breasts fell out, I thought my head would explode. They were perfect. I’ve seen a lot of them and these were the most perfect pair I’ve ever seen.
My cock was pulsing and throbbing against the cotton of my shorts and I could feel the tip swollen over the elastic and laying wet against the lower part of my stomach. I reached up almost in awe and ran the backs of my fingertips along the outer edges of her breasts, caressing them without touching those amazing nipples just yet. I teased my way around them a few times, enjoying the way she’d squirm underneath me and arch her back up off the bed. I finally let my tongue glide along the outer edge of her hard nipple, working my way around it with circles that got smaller and smaller until I reached the nipple. When I did, I licked across it, and she moaned loudly. I did it again and again and then finally, I sucked it into my mouth. While I sucked, I let my tongue continue to play with her engorged nipples. I held her tightly around the waist, and she held onto my shoulders and dug her fingers into them as I made love to first one and then the other. “So…fucking…beautiful,” I told her in a raspy voice.
She reached down and let her fingers play on the lower part of my stomach, just above my pulsing cock. She was scraping her fingernails lightly across my skin and I didn’t think my cock or my balls could get any fuller. I literally felt like I had no choice but to explode. When she finally slid a hand down into the front of my boxers I cried out, kind of like a girl. But it felt so good…
She took it in both hands and began to stroke me up and down as her lips sought mine out and we kissed again. I felt her slide her thumb across the tip and wipe away the silky drop of pre-cum and then use it as lubrication to stroke me harder and faster. My head was buzzing. I couldn’t put together a coherent thought. I didn’t want her to stop – ever. I broke our kiss and positioned myself on my side where she could still reach my cock and I could get her breasts back into my mouth. Fuck…she feels so good…she tastes so good… She makes me feel so fucking good.
With my mouth pressed into her chest, I suckled one of her nipples into my mouth and let my tongue devour it. With my fingers, I pinched and pulled on the other one and then, I let my hand slide down her belly and to the crotch of her soaking wet panties. I wanted those panties off, but I didn’t want her to stop touching me the way she was. My cock was so hard and so hot that it felt like it was about to explode into flames.
“God, Amber…you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I began kissing down her belly as she let go of my cock and brought her hands up to the back of my head. She held me into her as I licked and sucked on her belly and at the same time took the elastic of those panties in my hands and began to work them slowly down her thighs. I kissed down low, across her mound, and when I had her panties down to her knees I reached back up and pushed her beautiful thighs apart. I reached underneath her and cupped that sweet ass with one hand as I brought my face down to her pussy and tasted her. Fuck…she tastes as good as she looks.
I slid my other hand underneath her and cupped her other ass cheek and used my hands to lift up her pelvis and bring her pussy to my face. I held her tightly and began running my tongue up and down between her inner lips, licking and sucking as she squirmed and pressed into my face.
Her body tensed and relaxed as I ran my tongue back and forth and all around the outside, but when I put my lips around her clit and sucked that into my mouth, she literally bucked up off the bed and cried out my name at the top of her lungs. I held it there between my lips and swirled my tongue around and across it; occasionally I’d suck on it again and bite and nibble on it. The whole time, she was thrashing back and forth and mumbling incoherently.
I let my tongue move in and out of her as deeply as it could, and then I brought my right hand around front and I slid a finger inside of her. “Oh, Kyle…fuck…” I slipped a second finger inside of her and kept them both in just a little ways as I pressed into the walls of her smooth pussy. Then, I began to stroke them in and out steadily, pressing upwards and circling around inside of her. While I was doing that, I kept my lips and my tongue moving. I sucked on her clit relentlessly. I swirled and sucked and practically fucking devoured until suddenly the walls of her pussy clamped down like a vice on my fingers and she screamed out my name as the orgasm hit her hard. I had one hand on her belly, and I could feel it tense and convulse as the waves washed over her again and again.
CHAPTER TEN
AMBER
I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know orgasms like that existed. Dylan was the only man I’ve ever been with and he was not the “generous” lover type.
“Kyle…Jesus fuck… What was that?” I felt him smile into me before he kissed each one of my outer lips and slowly pulled his fingers out of me. I shuddered hard. I was still trying to get my breath under control when I felt him slither like a snake on his belly, down to the bottom of the bed and pull off my panties and my shoes. He slithered all the way up then and lay next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was still smiling.
“You’re amazing,” I told him, reaching down for his cock. I felt him push the top of his boxers down so I grabbed them instead and helped him. Once they were out of the way, I had his beautiful cock in my hand again, only now I could see it. He was so perfect it was unbelievable. I bent my head down and licked across the tip. His body convulsed. He had his eyes closed and his head pushed back into the pillow. I licked him again, and that time, he whimpered. He reached down and pulled me up so that he could kiss my lips.
While he was kissing me and I was licking and sucking the taste of myself off of his lips and tongue, I reached back down for that cock. I held it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head and he said, “Baby…God, you have to stop…fuck…you feel me so fucking good.”
I stroked again and gave his balls a light squeeze. I felt his body tensing, and that’s when I let go and straddled his pelvis. He reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and the next thing I knew, he was ripping a condom open with his teeth. I sat up near his chest while he rolled that rubber on his big cock. I was on the verge of cumming again, just thinking about him being inside of me. I lifted up my hips and he took his cock into his own hand and guided it to my entrance. I felt the head enter, and I groaned as I slid down slowly. Each throbbing inch was like delicious torture, until he was so deep inside of me that the tip of it was hitting bottom. I slid back up the shaft, slowly withdrawing, and just before I got the head, I slammed my body back down onto his. He let me go slowly for a while – I think he was trying to make it last.
He put his hands on my back and pulled me into him so that he could suck on my breasts while he fucked me. Then, we both began to move our hips together and we found the most amazing rhythm. It was slow, but sweet, and we moved like that for a while, steadily, in and out until his momentum began to build. I heard Kyle growl and once again, he grabbed my hips and began to buck wildly underneath me. He was literally pistoning his cock in and out of me. Long, fast strokes, faster and faster.
I was panting out my breaths, and he was panting out his, and a sheen of sweat was beginning to cover us both. I felt his intensity increase and I opened my eyes so I could see his face when he came. A primal sound escaped from between his lips. His body tensed and he grasped onto tightly as his cock swelled and his balls tightened. It seemed that everything inside of him was lost in that one moment in time. I could feel his cock spasm inside of me, and the look on his face was pure ecstasy. I’d never felt so good in my life and I never wanted this night to
end.
I lay forward onto his belly and chest, and he held me like that against him. I haven’t been held like that in long time – maybe ever. Every so often, he would run his hands down my back, over the curves of my ass, and down to the tops of my thighs. My breasts were crushed into him, and I could feel a heartbeat between us, but I wasn’t sure if it was his or mine. I burrowed my face into his neck and closed my eyes and breathed him in. I loved the way he smelled – it’s simple and barely there, but once you find it, he’s intoxicating. He was incredible. “Am I squishing you?”
I felt his body shake as he laughed at me. He reached up and took my face in both of his hands again and then he held it back and kissed me. He kissed my lips and my cheeks and my nose and forehead and then he looked at me with his sexy eyes and he said, “No, you can stay there all night if you want to.”
“I’d love to, but can I pee and text my sister first?”
I felt him laugh harder this time. “You have that kind of sister, too?”
I was embarrassed, but I knew Marlene would worry and I hated that. “Kind of. I’m sorry, but I don’t want her to worry.”
He kissed me again. “Don’t be sorry. The bathroom is to the right and on your way back from getting your phone, would you mind grabbing some water out of the fridge?”
“Not at all. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry!”
I giggled like a schoolgirl as I got out of his bed naked and went into the bathroom. I tried to do my business without looking at my face in the mirror. I knew I had to be a mess. Sometimes Dylan used to tell me I looked like the Swamp Thing after sex. I know he just said things like that to be mean, but sometimes I couldn’t get them out of my head.
I ran into the living room and grabbed my phone out of my purse, and then I grabbed Kyle’s water. I took it back to the bedroom and handed him the water bottle as I began to text Marlene. I sent her a quick one that just said, “Safe. Fun. Love you. Home in a.m.” I started to sit it down on his nightstand when I saw I had three missed calls and two text messages. I checked the text messages first. One was from Dylan. It said, “Where the fuck are you?” The next one was from Marlene and it said, “Dylan is looking for you. Don’t come home tonight.” Shit! I could see Kyle watching me, but I had to listen to the messages. I didn’t want Dylan harassing Marlene. Nona was there and she’d be scared to death…
The voicemails were all from Dylan. He started out calm and telling me he just wanted to talk. In the second one, he called me a bitch and told me to call him back. In the last one, he was rambling and telling me he would burn my sister’s house down if I didn’t come home now.
“Kyle, I have to go.” It was dark in the room, but there was enough light through the windows that I could see the confused look on his face. “I’m sorry. I’ had an amazing time. My sister needs me.”
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she will be,” I said as I fished around on the floor for my clothes. I was trying not to work myself up into a panic. Dylan wouldn’t burn down my sister’s house with her daughter in there…would he? He’s never done anything that violent, but he has been escalating lately.
“Amber?” I couldn’t find my panties.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem really stressed all of a sudden.”
“I told you, my sister’s sick.” I fished around underneath the bed…bingo!
“Do you want me to go with you in case you need to take her to the hospital? I can stay with her daughter-”
“No, Kyle!” I snapped at him. Great. Now he looks hurt, instead of confused. I leaned in and put my hand on the side of his face. “I’m sorry. Everything will be okay. I just have to take care of this, okay?” I laid my phone down on the bedside table as I pulled on my panties and shoes. Then I went into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face and tried to straighten out my hair. I heard the “Ding” of my text message sound and I suddenly had a memory of where I left it. I rushed back into the room. Kyle wasn’t touching the phone, but he was looking at it. I’d left it there…right next to the bed.
“Who’s Dylan?”
I reached for the phone. I flinched as I did because I half expected him to grab my sore wrist. When he didn’t, I was reminded once again that he wasn’t Dylan. “He’s my ex-boyfriend,” I said.
“Oh. How long ago did you break up?”
“Kyle can we do this another time? I really have to go.” God, what a way to end such a beautiful night.
“It’s kind of a simple question, Amber.”
“Last Monday night.”
“Wow… So, are you leaving to go meet him?”
“Jesus, no! I’m going to check on my sister.” The chime went off on my phone again. I had it in my hand, but I didn’t look down and I suddenly didn’t have to. It went off again and again and again until I wanted to scream – and I knew only one idiot who would get drunk enough to do that.
“He’s persistent,” Kyle said. “What is it he wants this late at night?”
“I’m sorry, Kyle. It’s a long story. I promise I will tell it to you…”
“Next time.”
“Yes.”
“But not this time because you have to rush out and see your ex-boyfriend.”
“Kyle…” the phone went off again. “It’s not that, I swear to you.”
“Then prove it to me, Amber. Let me see the texts.”
The panic I felt inside of me told me that getting Kyle involved at this stage of his recovery would do nothing but set him back. I couldn’t take the risk that Dylan would hurt him. “No, I’m sorry Kyle. I have to go.”
I rushed out with my shoes in my hand. I didn’t look over my shoulder because I was afraid if I saw his face one more time, I’d want to fall into his arms, be a damsel in distress, and ask him to rescue me…but this was my problem, my mess, and I was the one that needed to clean it up. Kyle’s not strong enough to deal with Dylan right now and even if he were, I don’t want him fighting for me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KYLE
I sat and brooded for an hour after Amber left. I wondered what she was doing. I felt sorry for myself. I felt angry, and I tried telling myself that my feelings were unjust since this was our first date and it wasn’t up to me who she sees and when. I told myself this jealousy was residual from what Greg and Lisa had done to me and it wasn’t fair to put that on Amber.
None of that helped.
I’d had the greatest night since…I can’t remember when. That was not the way I expected it to end. I was thinking more like cuddles in the early morning and breakfast.
I tried going back to sleep, but it wasn’t working, so I finally got up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. As I rolled into the kitchen, my eyes went up to the cabinet where I keep the coffee. I was suddenly pissed off all over again. She didn’t bother to think about leaving me here where things weren’t up to accommodate half a man. I knew it wasn’t not her fault, but I needed someone to blame. I pushed myself up to the counter and used my arms to lift myself up. I stood on the toes of my good leg and reached up with one arm to get the coffee out of the cabinet. I pulled it open and the motion of the cabinet set me off balance. I fell into the chair – which I had forgotten to lock. It rolled back and I fell and struck the back of my head as I went down. The pain shot through me like a rocket and I think I may have blacked out for a few seconds. When I regained my bearings I was lying on the cold floor in nothing but my boxers and my head was throbbing. I reached back and touched the spot that hit the floor. It was wet and my hand came back covered in sticky, crimson blood. Shit!
I sat up and waited until the room stopped spinning before I pulled my chair close and put the brakes on. It took me a couple of tries but ultimately I got up on one knee so that I could grab the counter and pull myself up. Once I was on my feet, I reached back and struggled to get the locked wheelchair pulled up behind me. In the meantime, I could feel the warm blood flowing do
wn my back. It seemed like there was a lot of it. I rolled back to the bedroom and got my phone. It was four forty-five. Dad would be up getting ready for work, but I hated the idea of asking him to take more time off. Sarah would get up and come get me, but she would have a thousand questions. I could call an ambulance, but I thought that would be over-reacting a bit… Finally with a resigned sigh, I called the man I had sworn to never ask for anything ever again: Greg.
“Dude, it’s like the middle of the night. Are you okay?”
“Not really. I need a ride to the hospital.”
“I’m on my way,” he said without asking any questions. It made me feel a little bit like an ass for the way I felt about him lately. “Are you at your dad’s?”
“No I’m at my loft.”
“In the Penny’s building?”
“How is it you know so much about my life when we’ve barely spoken in years?” I was asking the guy for a favor so now probably wasn’t the best time to question him, but what the hell?
“Sarah and I talk,” he said. “I’m on my way.” He hung up and I shook my head at both him and my nosy sister. My head hurt, like a mother fucker.
*******
“Okay,” the ER doctor said as he snapped off his gloves. “All stitched up.”
“How bad is the bald spot?”
Before the doctor had a chance to say anything, Greg said, “Which one?” I just had the staples taken out from the surgery two weeks ago and my hair was only starting to grow back in that spot. Now, I had another one.
“Shut up.”
“Sorry… I meant to say, you remember Old Man Smith from down the street?”
I flipped him off. Old Man Smith lived in our neighborhood when we were kids. He had literally three hairs on his head that he combed every day. Greg laughed.
“You might want to think about not staying alone until you get stronger,” the doctor told me. “You’re only six weeks out from brain surgery. That’s serious stuff.”