by Lex Martin
11
Kendall
Crazy. This is so crazy.
Insane.
Probably the nuttiest thing I’ve done since high school.
And fucking amazing! my sex-deprived inner nerd chants, not caring that I’m hooking up with literally the last man on the face of the planet I ever thought I’d bone. And there’d better be full-on boning, she warns me.
I’m buzzed enough to be able to lock away most of my reservations about sleeping with Drew, yet sober enough to know the freak-outs will commence tomorrow. And there will be freak-outs. But not now.
Because right now, Drew and I are sprawled across the king-sized bed like we own the joint. We stopped mauling each other for a full minute to light a few candles, and vanilla and lavender scent the air and mingle with his citrusy cologne.
Between the warm hue of the candles and the faint streak of moonlight from the bay window, I can make out the wispy, white puffs of my breath, but I can’t bring myself to care about how cold it is. Between the two glasses of wine and the first orgasm I had on the couch, I feel like a car with its engine revving.
I’m still wearing my long-sleeved T-shirt and wool socks. And underwear if you count them since they’re still dangling off my ankle. Sexy, right? Not exactly how I’d choose to seduce a new lover, but Drew doesn’t seem to require any seduction whatsoever. He’s ready to go.
Happily, I note the temperature has done nothing to tame Drew’s thick erection.
From my perch on top of his face, I have the best view of his six-pack abs that lead down to those flimsy track pants and his own personal Mount Hood jacking up between his legs.
Why is he still wearing pants?
I lose my train of thought when his tongue does something magical under the hood, and my body tightens, a guttural moan bellowing from my throat.
“Oh, God. Do that again.” I reach back to grip a chunk of his hair like he’s a stallion who might buck me off.
He grunts in agreement, and when he swirls his tongue again, I arch my back, my shoulders almost hitting the headboard, as his hands clasp my hips.
“C’me back here.” His words get muffled against me, but I nod even though he can’t see me.
Those hands smooth up and down my thighs like I’m something delectable as he laves my slit, not caring that I might suffocate him.
Let me say that Drew is very thorough.
And really fucking dirty.
I like it. A whole lot.
Pretty sure I could ask him to lick my—
I squeak when a wet finger presses against that very spot.
He chuckles and takes a big bite of my left butt cheek, sending a shiver so strong down my back that I tumble forward and nearly get my eye poked out by his pocket rocket.
Panting, I laugh and feel his abs shake against me, as he joins me, our sudden burst of amusement echoing in the room.
“Sorry, princess.” He rubs my ass reverently. “Didn’t mean to topple you over.”
“S’okay,” I mumble, trying to catch my breath as I appreciate being eye-level with his sizeable erection, which I reach for and lick slowly through the thin fabric.
“Nuh-uh. Appetizer first, then the main course.” He bats my hand away, and I laugh again and rest my face against his warm body.
“When did you become such a slave driver? Yeesh. I thought you’d be on board to sixty-nine.”
“We’ll get there. Hold your horses.”
Oh, I have every intention of holding the horse.
Keeping my knees pressed against his head like ear warmers, I strip off my shirt and bra and then lean back down to press my face to his lean stomach. The contrast in temperature—the chill of the air and his hot body—makes my nipples tighten to almost painful points.
Like a cat in heat, I rub my torso against those steely abs, the sprinkling of his rough hair abrading my sensitive skin in the best kind of way. He must like the motion because his dick jerks hard against my face.
“Oh, fuck.” The need in his voice makes me do it again. “Your tits feel amazing. Can I come on them later?”
I’m finding that I like Drew’s lack of filter when we’re naked.
Smiling, I shake my head. “Jury’s out, Mr. Merritt. You still need to ace your oral exam.”
Will I let him do such a naughty thing?
Probably.
Who am I kidding? Yes, I will. Maybe not right this moment, but perhaps later this weekend, I’ll let him ice my Pillsbury muffins.
Now that we’ve broken the seal, I will let Drew Merritt debauch the hell out of me. Come Monday morning at the office, I’ll be the most relaxed PR executive in the entire city of Portland.
Enthusiastic about my plan, I swivel my hips in his face, and it’s his turn to moan.
But my victory in this sex game is short lived.
Drew’s thick finger skates over my back nine like he’s about to dive in, and I take a big breath, squirmy because while I like the idea of ass play, my ex was always too rough with me there, so I never let him get too far. Plus, call me crazy, but that seems more intimate than something I’d do the first time I hook up with someone.
Shut up, Kendall. Buzzed KK wants the kink. Besides, you’re already gleefully kneeling over the man’s mouth, like a crouching tiger waiting for his hidden dragon.
Drew kisses my inner thigh and licks between my legs, lapping me up like his favorite ice cream before he pushes two thick fingers into my pussy.
My eyes nearly roll back in my head.
I nuzzle against the sexy treasure trail that dips into his track pants, so high on endorphins, I could levitate.
Everything feels so good that when he rubs me back there again, a throaty moan bursts out of me.
And then he’s pressing harder.
Dipping into that tight ring of muscles.
In and out.
Joining the rhythm of his other two fingers and that talented tongue.
And ohhhhh myyyy Godddd.
I shriek when I come, bowing over Drew so hard, I’m pretty sure I slobber all over his pretty abs.
Because damn. This is some next-level orgasm action.
A-plus on the oral, Mr. Merritt. A-fucking-plus.
* * *
Drowsy, I collapse on the bed. My eyes are screwed shut, and I curl into a ball, nearly comatose with pleasure.
A blanket wraps around me, and I sigh and burrow deeper. The sound of running water cuts through the quiet, and a few minutes later, a big body sidles up against me.
Instinctively, I turn toward Drew and paste my body to his. Strong arms come around me, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
And he holds me.
Aww, Drew is a snuggler. Who knew?
A few minutes pass, and my bones feel like they’ve melted away.
“You broke me,” I whisper against his chest as I rub my hand up against those perfect pecs.
I’m so exhausted, part of me wants to sleep until the new year, but the other part is dragging up my sleepy ass to seal the deal.
Because who knows how things will change in the morning? What seems like a good idea now might not then, and I’ve already come this far. If nothing else, I’ll have one amazing night.
And while Drew is making no move to push me to reciprocate the O-town magic that nearly knocked me unconscious, I’d like to return the sexual karma.
Decision made, I slide my thigh over his and snake a hand down his stomach before I can change my mind.
But I’m surprised when his hand covers mine, stopping it before I reach my destination, his deep voice rumbling through me. “KK, we don’t have to do this.”
Should I be offended that the guy who never says no to hookups isn’t barreling out of the gates right now? That he’s…telling me to stop? What happened to the man who wanted to ravish me until dawn?
Pushing up on my other arm, I look down at him through my cascade of wild, tangled hair.
I don’t know what I expect to see on his
face, but it’s not the softness in his eyes or the thoughtful tilt of his brow.
My heart knocks against my ribs.
Swallowing what I want to say—because I’ve been to the rodeo one too many times to know that this horizontal tango we’re doing means nothing more than a fun night—I paste a smile on my face. “I thought you wanted—”
“Fuck, yes, I want. But not if you’re too tired.”
Well, damn. Drew 2.0 skirts around all my defenses like a freaking ninja.
“I’m not too tired.” But I don’t make a move because he’s already hit the brakes, and I won’t throw myself at him.
Which turns out to be an unnecessary concern because the words are barely out of my mouth when I’m flipped onto my back, and my enthusiastic lover is back with a grin.
He settles his deliciously hard body between my thighs so quickly, we both laugh.
“Hi.” His emerald eyes are dark but so playful.
“Hi, back.”
His nose grazes mine softly, his minty breath whispering against my face. He must’ve brushed his teeth a few minutes ago.
Thoughtful Drew is almost more than I can take in one helping.
But I want to try.
I lick his bottom lip, and his eyes darken to inky black orbs.
Game on.
“Tell me if anything’s too much,” he grits out.
I don’t have time to make sense of what he’s saying before he thrusts a hand into my hair and plants a tantalizing kiss on me. Our tongues slide together in a way that revs me up all over again, and when he yanks my hair back to hold me down to nibble and bite and suck on my neck, my breath stalls out completely.
And then he’s caressing my breasts like they’re God’s gift to mankind. When I try to run my hands over his back, he grabs both of my wrists and holds them over my head with one enormous paw while he continues worshipping my body.
I almost can’t keep up. He’s playful and domineering? Sign me up for more.
Arching up, I give myself over to his attention. To the wide sweep of his warm tongue. To the sharp stings of his teeth. To the tight fit of him between my thighs.
My clit is pounding all over again, and I bring my legs up to push off his track pants with my feet.
Because they must come off. Now.
Before I die of lust.
“Condom. Hurry.”
My throat is hoarse from screaming both times I came. I can’t even scrounge up the energy to be embarrassed.
He lifts off me briefly and then he’s back, his magnificent nude form kneeling in front of me, the hard lines of his muscles cut in relief by shadow. I might have dated an NBA athlete before, but my ex’s lanky frame has nothing on Drew’s broad shoulders and elegant lines.
His damp hair sticks to his face as we watch each other.
I’m splayed out before him. Legs spread. Hands above my head. Chest heaving. Sweat building on my skin despite the cold.
His arm flexes as he pumps his thick shaft.
Truly, it’s a beautiful cock. Proud and beckoning when he releases it.
He tosses the condom, and it lands on my slick stomach.
A smile lifts my lips as I reach for it. I tear it open with my teeth while my other hand wraps around him. Or at least I try to. Drew’s a big boy. All Magnum XL, baby.
It feels weird to want to say a prayer of thanks right now, but I’m tempted to.
Suddenly, I get the fuss about this guy. Why all the girls fall to their knees to service him. But I shut down that line of thinking before I talk myself out of this. I don’t want to feel like a notch on his bedpost, and if I let myself delve into that thought any longer, I’ll freak myself out.
Right now, in this moment, I want to focus on the guy I’ve come to know on this trip. The one who worships my body. The one who indeed treats me like a princess. Not Portland’s most eligible bachelor.
“Hey. You okay?” His voice makes me look up, and the smile he sends me reaches deep into my chest. This guy. The guy on this trip. Drew 2.0. He’s the one I want. Not whoever he was in the past.
I nod slowly and swallow, my blood humming in my veins.
Refocusing on my task at hand, I run my thumb over his wide head, spreading the precum. His chin lowers, his eyes glued to what I’m doing between us.
“Do you want my mouth on you first?” I wouldn’t say blowjobs are my favorite thing to do, but I’ve also never had a man with this kind of equipment before. I’d like to offer one, especially after he went down on me like a starving man served steak.
“Nope.” He takes his dick out of my hand and taps it against my pussy, sending a shiver down my spine. “Wanna fuck you into next week.”
Another fuse in my body ignites.
“You’re in luck because I’m gonna let you.”
We’re both grinning like idiots as I spread the condom over his thickness, wondering how his incredible body would feel inside me bare.
Bad, bad Kendall. Don’t go there. It’s not like Drew wants to be your boyfriend. Stop thinking crazy.
When I’m done, he falls over me, one arm holding him up over my head, the other working himself into me.
He wedges his thick head in, and it’s hot and magnificent. Downright electrifying.
I wriggle beneath him. Squirm to get closer. To make him move, but he pulls out, earning a gasp from me.
His lips turn up because the man knows he’s driving me insane.
“Drew,” I whisper as I lean up to ghost my lips over his. “Did I ever tell you that I’m really flexible?”
I can basically wrap both legs behind my neck. Thank you, advanced yoga classes.
When his eyes meet mine, I sling my leg over his shoulder and throw the other over his back and pull him down. With his erection trapped between us, I grind up against him as I kiss my way across his stubbly chin and suck on his earlobe. Lick his neck. Bite his shoulder. Taste his skin.
“KK, you’re killing me.”
A throaty groan rumbles out of him as his hips pull back to make enough room to nudge his cock at my entrance again, and this time he finally pushes his way into me.
It’s a tight fit.
But after a few back-and-forths and several grunts from both of us, he’s fully seated. My eyes roll back in my head because he’s really freaking big.
Even though I’ve already come twice, a few slow thrusts later, I’m right there again, the sensation building when he tells me how he can’t get enough of me. How he loves fucking me with his tongue. How he loves my sweet cunt.
Our breaths turn to pants, and when he leans back to thrust harder, the sight of him tunneling in and out of me, stretching me to the brink, pushes me over the edge.
My whole body clamps around him. I’m either having the best orgasm of my life or a seizure.
It goes on and on, waves of pleasure with that twinge of pain as he hammers into me in earnest now, but I love it.
“Kendall.” He’s hoarse too. Raspy and tight, like he’s hanging by a thread. “Jesus, fuck. You feel so good. How do you feel this good?” There’s wonder in his voice. Wonder and raw need.
Our bodies smack together as he swells impossibly thicker, every muscle tensing when he comes with a shout.
He throbs inside me, prolonging the surges of electricity sparking through my core, and I am wrecked. A wasteland of flesh and tissue. Bone and marrow.
My legs slide off his body, limp and sated.
With a grunt, he collapses on top of me like he just ran a marathon, our sweat-slicked limbs fitting together with a strange familiarity as though we’ve been doing this for years, not as first-time lovers or friends with benefits.
Although my eyes are closed, I recognize the soft touch used to tuck hair behind my ear. The gentle kiss to my forehead. The care he takes to disengage his body from mine.
No, definitely not friends with benefits.
In a daze, I realize I’m probably too out of it to make sense of what we’re doing. To see how th
is changes things.
A few minutes later when I’m snuggled deep under the blankets with a warm, naked Drew spooning me from behind, I decide I’m too drunk with ecstasy to worry about all the lines we’ve crossed tonight.
Because maybe this doesn’t change anything.
Maybe this is no big deal.
12
Drew
In the snow-hushed morning, Kendall’s quiet snore breaks the silence. It might be the cutest thing I’ve ever heard, since the unrefined noise evaporates her untouchable vibe.
Although after last night, I know for sure she’s touchable. Goddamn is she touchable.
My hand cups her perky tit as her hair lies over me and drapes in a curtain on the white pillow. We’re still naked, and my dick knows it. Any other time of year, or in any place with indoor heat, after our activities last night, we’d be sweaty and sticky. But we’re not. It’s just her warm skin next to mine.
Since no electricity means it’s fucking cold inside, we’re tucked far enough under the covers to need a Saint Bernard to rescue us. Our noses and the tops of our heads poke out of the layers of six blankets piled on us.
The dark gray clouds outside the expansive, uncovered windows tell me the storm hasn’t cleared. I cradle Kendall in my arms, listening to her breathe, pleased as fuck I know a few of her secrets now—like, she’s kinky, she snores, and she maybe cares about me, at least a little bit.
If I was into her before, I’m way into her now, and I don’t mean just the sex—although incidentally it was, as they say on ESPN, the Greatest Of All Time.
Calling it “GOAT” sex seems wrong, though.
That thought makes me chuckle, and I still my body, holding my breath so I don’t disturb her dainty snoring.
What I mean is it’s now downright physically impossible to keep me away from her, clothed or unclothed. If we’re gonna be friends who fuck, I’m gonna do my damnedest to set up multiple opportunities to do both after we escape the white fluffy stuff outside. At the same time, a voice inside me tells me to chill. Keep this casual.
But as I watch her, I’m thinking casual, but monogamous, since there’s no way I’m sharing this girl with another asshole.