by K. Z. Riman
As I sighed, I realized Scott was leaning against me and his hands had not left my mouth. He was looking at me, staring into my eyes. He moved his hand to trace my lips with his thumb.
There was my heart again, thudding louder and louder against my chest. I never felt this nervous about being close to any man before. Even with Seth, I couldn’t remember a moment being this tense.
Scott replaced his hand with his mouth, leaning towards me to push me further into the length of the couch. I didn’t know why I never protested, but as I lay under him, I knew I would do again what I swore the other night I wouldn’t.
Chapter Twelve
Kelsey and the Control She Never Had
Slowly, he drew his face closer, closing his eyes as he met my lips, softly at first, then more insistently. He eased himself, moving to find a more comfortable spot to have me under him. I moved with him, unwittingly, unintentionally.
His lips skimmed my jaw and my throat until he was kissing my collarbone again, the way he did before. Each moment his lips were on my skin, my body froze but not with cold. I was growing feverish, losing myself to an expected moment of bliss, of insanity, of letting a man touch me again.
He placed his hand over my head, pushing himself up against the couch’s armrest, while his other searched under my dress and found my breast. I let him play with me. I let him find satisfaction in knowing he could own me like this, repeatedly, fervently.
He fondled me until I moaned softly, parting my lips as he covered them again. I responded, savoring his lustful lips with mine, forgetting myself as I felt more and more aroused.
His tongue invaded my mouth ruthlessly, pushing my head back against the old couch. I felt all the springs from under the thin futon, but I didn’t mind. The pain and the pleasure I was feeling seemed to coexist in a world I had not visited in my life before. I felt so thrilled.
I wrapped my arms around him and he tensed, stopping for a moment as I raked my fingers through his hair, sighing as if to find relief and fulfilment. His hand left my breast and slipped inside my panties, barely touching my flesh, to tease me, to make me wait. I found myself raising my thigh to the backrest so he could have an easier way in.
He let out a quiet but breathy laugh, masking the fact that he had been panting since the moment he cupped me between my legs.
“You’re ready for me,” he said, as my warm wetness graced his fingers, making it easier for him to slide them inside me.
“Yes.” I huffed.
He took a foil packet out of his pocket. I blushed as he let his manhood spring free from his slightly lowered pants and underwear, unrolling the condom onto himself.
“What?” He chuckled as he caught my reaction, pulling my underwear away.
“N-nothing,” I said, then remembered. “No, wait. I haven’t bathed yet.”
“That’s all right, babe,” he whispered impatiently as he pushed himself in, stopping as he groaned, flexing his muscles while his hands rested, one on the armrest again and one on my hip.
He placed his forehead on mine and let out a ragged breath. “I want you. You and your smell.” He sniffed my neck. “I love how you sweat and still taste so sourly sweet.” He licked my cheek. “I love how you could be a goddess and still be so earthly to me.”
As he pulled out only to thrust himself harder into me, I gripped his hair in so much pleasure I thought I would explode. “Goddess?”
“Yes. I could worship you and this body all day long.”
I had never been enticed with so much passion. His words, no matter the lies that lay beneath them, caught my struggling feelings and held them painfully imprisoned.
I never missed such words, meant to capture not only my body but also my heart, for no one had ever dared speak them to me before. As I watched him please himself with me, I wondered again why it had to be him, when I knew for a fact, that he was making a fool of me.
“Oh, Kelsey.” He groaned, unable to stop from thrusting.
He pushed himself up and stood, pulling me to kneel on the couch. “I’m going to take you now, from behind.”
“What do you mean?” There was panic in my voice as he forced my hands onto the backrest. Was that even possible?
He paused and took my chin so he could gaze at me. “What? Haven’t…? Didn’t Seth…? I mean…how did Seth make love to you?”
“What do you mean, how?” Was there any other way?
“Was he always on top of you?”
“No. Sometimes, I was on top.” I was hesitant.
He chuckled then kissed my nape, pushing my head down as he pulled me into a position I was too embarrassed to even move against. I was kneeling with my legs spread out. I knew he was gazing at me as his breathing grew erratic.
His hands clutched my shoulder, pushing me to him as he shoved forcefully into me. I gasped in pure delight, anticipation building inside of me for his next move.
“Scott…” I huffed. “What are you…?”
Slowly, he began moving again, panting, sounding ecstatically fulfilled. His hands grasped my hips, squeezing them, pushing me away as he slowly, very slowly eased himself out, and pulling me to him as he swiftly pushed himself in.
I never found bliss this way and he grinned, before pulling me to him and kissing my cheeks, repeating the same torturing move over and over.
I was feeling every inch of him that entered my body. How was it possible that he could pleasure me while I bent down like an animal, feeling like one, too, as I was compelled to be wildly tamed by his skillful hands?
He was trailing kisses on my spine now. “You are intoxicating,” he whispered. He straightened and pulled me, further forcing my head back. “Now, touch yourself.”
“What?” I couldn’t even begin to comprehend where he was going with this. I never made love with Seth this way. Was this what they called fucking? Could there be emotions in pleasure such as this?
“Touch yourself and don’t stop.” He took my hand and placed it between my legs, touching my spot with his hand first and then letting me do it. “Don’t stop.”
I did as he asked.
He didn’t stop thrusting himself in and out of me. My mind had gone completely blank, and I didn’t know if it was because I was touching myself too hard or because he began circling his hips while he was still anchored deep inside of me.
“I’m coming,” I whispered, our bodies straight against each other, his chest on my back.
“I want to see your face,” he said, and I turned to face him sideways. He moved more rapidly, panting, as he bit my ear. The pain, the ecstasy, the insanity, unrolled inside of me, wanting to scurry out of me.
“I’m coming!” I announced, and he cupped my mouth, perhaps knowing I was going to scream his name again.
He drained himself inside me the moment he felt me stiffen with my release, my toes curling as every muscle in my body tensed against his hold. His hands wrapped me in comfort. I collapsed on the backrest, catching my breath as he followed me, his chest on my back.
“You…are…incredible,” he whispered, as he kissed my head. For a brief moment of confusion, when I thought I was hearing voices inside my head, I thought I heard him whisper, “I need you, Kelsey.”
I needed him back. I never felt so much need to be with a man.
He rolled off me and sat on the couch as he slipped his condom off, wrapping it inside a piece of paper and throwing it in the trash. He looked at me as he stood and sighed. He had that reaction on his face, and I would give anything to unravel what it meant.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
It must be pity and guilt at the same time. After all, he was taking advantage of me, of my weakness, of my need for someone to hold me, of my need for a man. Why would he whisper, which actually sounded so sincere, so truthful, that he nee
ded me? If it were true, did that mean all his passionate words to woo me were said in complete sincerity, as well?
I looked away and felt my cheeks flush red again. As I weakly and slowly pulled my underwear up, I avoided looking at him, but he held me. He wrapped his arms around me and we clashed on the wall away from the couch.
He was holding me tight, too tight to just mean ‘needing’. It was something else. It was intense, angry, judging, longing, but holding back. It was everything to me. He let out a sigh and he kissed my head.
“Don’t do this to me,” I whispered as I stayed still, not moving my arms to meet his embrace. I stayed frozen in a moment I didn’t know I had the strength to seize.
“I can’t…” He was hesitant. “I can’t keep away from you.”
His words were my undoing. I wrapped my arms around him and he tensed, startled, perhaps, that I held him.
How was I supposed to be angry with a man who had showed me a world far different than what I had come to live in, in what seemed to be three lifetimes ago? How was I supposed to believe him, when he was a completely different man when he wasn’t holding me?
Then please…stay for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Scott’s A Coward
I was a fucking coward. There’s one hell of a truth to that. Sometimes, I wish I could just forget about pushing her away from me so I wouldn’t be mean to her.
Right after I held Kelsey in my arms and confessed how I couldn’t keep away from her, I suddenly feared staying home with her. I told her then, and once more after we had managed to go back to the house, that I had a meeting with a few people and that I would be back soon to be with her. I lied.
I was stunned at how she held me. It was what I feared. I knew I led her on. I wasn’t lying about not being able to resist her, but I didn’t want her to know I felt that way. What if she fell for me? What if she begged me to stay, just because I already had sex with her twice? What if I wanted to stay, too?
I stopped for a moment, thought, and then shook my head. Hell, no. I wouldn’t stay. I wouldn’t stay, even if Seth rose from his grave.
I already built my life all around the people I met in Europe, the women who always agreed to sleep with me whenever I wanted them to and the men I shared my glorious visions with. I would never let one girl ruin it all.
Worse, she was my brother’s. She was Seth’s and even though I had desired her since college days, it was nothing but…shall we say…carnal, for me. She was glorious to touch…fine…to fuck. She was glorious to fuck. She could be nothing more to me than that.
“How is it?” I was walking down the stairs to get to the laboratory, where I only allowed two men to work with me.
“Too much Epimedium in this one.” Doctor Grost, one of the best in the company, was testing the failed sex pill to see what was wrong with its chemical composition. “I say he should have just gone with Horny Goat Weed, the best known aphrodisiac among the genus.”
“Can we do that now?” I was fixing my lab coat as I asked.
“You are not thinking about creating another sex pill, are you?” He looked at me suspiciously. Father already mandated that no one recreated the failed pill.
I really wanted to. “I believe I made clear my intentions on my first day, Doctor Grost. I wanted you to find out where they went wrong with it so we could produce a much better one.”
I took his report from the table and studied it as he continued with his work.
Like I said, I thought the man behind this, my father’s former Vice President, was a fucking genius but a failure, nonetheless. The pill fascinated me. I was unable to forget the fact that the company never tried to re-create and mass-produce such a gift to mankind. Perhaps it was supposed to be my gift to mankind.
I was going to stay for a year, all right. I wasn’t going to let an opportunity like this pass while I was here. Just like how I didn’t let the opportunity pass when it came to Ethan’s idiotic move.
I never planned it, but I saw how Ethan put pills in two different margaritas. I had half a mind to stop him at first, and then I saw that he was headed towards Siena and Kelsey. I froze. I wanted to know if Kelsey was going to drink it. As she did, visions of her, naked in my bed, flooded my head. I stood there, staring at her as she began to blush, and then I ran.
Ethan was a smart ass. Whichever glass Kelsey took, she was bound to want to have sex. He was too dumb to realize I was there and that I had the power to stop him from taking Kelsey home…and in the case that happened, the power to steal her away from him.
“Let’s make our pill herbal, ” Doctor Josler suggested as he finished with the microscope and handed me more documents.
“What happened to the couple who agreed to test the old pill, sir?” Doctor Grost suddenly asked.
I swallowed hard and cleared my throat. The plan was to pay a couple a very large amount of money to use the old pill and report to me what happened after their steamy night. Kelsey took the pill. I never told them I used that experience instead. “The woman had fever for a day.”
“What about the man?”
He’d gone crazy for her. “Nothing.”
“Okay. The problem here, doctors, is that…” Doctor Grost went on and on about things that really didn’t interest me. I let him analyze with Doctor Josler and went into my office.
At half past four, Kelsey called me. I deliberately ignored it. I kept my eyes on the computer, pretending to not hear the phone ringing. This is fucking it!
My heart was jumping all over the place. I wanted to answer her call and hear her sweet voice, yet I couldn’t. I feared she would sound sad, and I would weaken and give her what she wanted.
A few minutes later, I called Leo to ask him how Kelsey was doing. I was glad I did. Leo said she was talking with Carter on the phone, who insisted he came over.
“What did she say?” I asked hoarsely.
Shit! Not him again!
“She said she wasn’t feeling very well, sir,” Leo reported.
Before six that evening, I had finished my work but I stayed, staring blankly in front of me, thinking about how she had felt this morning. She tasted exquisite, like no other woman I had ever had sex before.
I couldn’t get enough of her! I wondered what she’d do if I crawled in beside her while she slept tonight. I could imagine her in her silk nightgown, sleeping with her legs barely crossed, as she hugged her pillow. Her skin, which looked like the rarest of pearls, felt like butter under my palms. I could touch her all night, squeezing her…
“Here you are!”
“Damn it, Keiff! What the hell are you doing here?” I jumped at his voice, as he barged into my office.
“Good. Your cock’s ready.” He pointed at the bulge in my pants. “Put that away, though. Alicia is walking in…”
True enough, she was in my office before I could fix myself. “Scott! I missed you!” She ran towards me, oblivious of my condition, and gave me a tight hug.
“Whoa, my dear! You might want to…back away…back away…” Keiff was holding his hand out, motioning his sister to move back. “There…there you go.”
Alicia was looking at him, confused, narrowing her eyes as she slowly took a few steps back. When she saw that I had an erection, she blushed, covered her eyes and shrieked. “Geez, Scott! You never change!” She walked over to her brother and sat down on the couch. “She’s not under your table, is she?”
“Who?”
“Your blonde secretary or your girlfriend. Do you have one?” As always, she was nonstop with her stupid questions. It was a lucky thing she was so gorgeous that men didn’t mind. Her eyes were amethyst like mine and Seth’s, sparkling every time she smiled innocently, with her sweet, pouty lips. Her long, bluish-black hair flowed silkily down her back. She looked like a Barbie doll.
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nbsp; “No one’s here,” I replied, as I turned away from her and fixed my pants.
“Oh, good.” She smiled. “I thought I was going to witness something odd.”
“That’s not odd, Alicia. That’s normal,” I told her. She ought to be having sex at her age, or be married.
“Normal for you and Keiff. Seriously, I beg to differ. I’m a virgin and I’m happy about it.” She crossed her legs. The more she spoke, the more she sounded like an old maid.
“You’ve changed, Alicia. You sound like an…” I shrugged my shoulders as I placed my hands inside my jeans’ pockets and leaned against my table.
“Like a spinster.” Keiff mocked his sister. “She’s sounding like her heroines from the old days. That’s why she never gets laid.”
Alicia rolled her eyes at her brother. “I believe you like that about me. Father loves that about me.”
“Yes. Father is as old-fashioned as you,” Keiff agreed. “I want you to find a man who will love you and care for you, Alicia. I don’t want you to grow old, alone.”
“Huh!” She was confident. “If there are people in the family who will grow old, alone and unmarried, they will be the two of you.”
She was right. Keiffer and I were more likely to be unmarried at the age of forty, and she would have found her destiny by then. “Your brother is more likely than me.”
“Oh-ho! Why is that? Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Hell, no.” I went back to my seat. I knew why they were here. They were going to ask me to go out again. “Now. If you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
“Oh, come on.” Keiff walked over to my computer and turned the monitor off. “I finally got Alicia to come with us.”
“You think that’s a good idea if you are going to run around chasing women…”
“No funny business tonight, you dick!” He snorted. “Besides, we both want to see Kelsey.”
Just the mention of her name sent my heart thudding. It was crazy. “She’s not well today.”