by MK Schiller
“Yes,” she replied meekly.
He held her hand and let his gaze travel down her body. She was wearing a lacy black bra and panties. His erection reached a new height. “Lanie, you’re gorgeous. And this…this doesn’t make you less so,” he said as he kissed along her scar.
“You’re good, Kyle. Only you could make a girl forget about her disfigurement.”
“Jesus, Lanie, it’s not a disfigurement. It just makes you more real. It’s obvious you’ve been through something, but I’m not going to pry. You don’t have to talk to me about it unless you want to. Tonight just let me love you, okay?”
She nodded, amazed at Kyle’s uncanny ability to relax her. She undid his shirt buttons, enjoying the reveal of each muscle. The man definitely worked out. He unclasped her bra and removed it. He stared at her naked breasts, licking his lips. Lanie fought the urge to cross her arms. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, making them harden with his touch, before taking one in his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. She pulled off his shirt, and her fingernails grazed his back. He brought her hands to his belt. She undid it slowly, thinking how undressing each other was the definition of sweet torture. The sound of his zipper was like a sexy guitar riff. Kyle eased her onto the bed, staring at her hungrily.
He clutched the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her long legs. Then he took off his own boxers, almost tripping on them in an uncharacteristically clumsy move. He caught himself on his elbows before he fell on her. They both laughed until she quivered underneath him, and he stared at her with those glassy green eyes, making the room spin. He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately as their tongues tangled. Her eyes widened as she felt his erection growing against her belly.
Kyle sat up suddenly. He shook his head slightly, drew a deep breath, and then pushed away from her, standing again. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered. She stared at his sculpted ass as he dashed to the bathroom, leaving her completely confused.
“What are you doing, Kyle?” she called out.
“Nothing, baby. I just need a minute.”
KYLE CURSED HIMSELF as he sat on the bathroom vanity, stroking his hard cock. He had no choice though. He had to do this. Staring at Lanie underneath him made him lose all control. He had to jack off before he could take her, or he wouldn’t be able to be gentle. Hurry up. He kept repeating it like a stupid mantra.
“Are you rejecting me again, you jerk?”
Kyle doubled his efforts. “Nope, definitely not rejecting you.” Dear God, was this really happening? I have to come, Kyle thought. He knew she would make him hard again—that is if she was still talking to him. I have to come so I thrust gently, like waves lapping against the shoreline, not pound away like a human sledgehammer. He kept repeating his new mantra.
She walked into the room, wearing his shirt and looking completely frustrated. She looked down at his hand and back up to him.
It was so comical, he smirked. “You’ve caught me with my pants off, little Lanie.”
“Why are you…you…self-medicating?” she demanded, crossing her arms.
As ridiculous as the moment was, Kyle found himself laughing. He continued stroking himself, watching her. She was the perfect visual. “Come here, baby.” She walked slowly, as if each step was difficult. “Why are you acting so shy? You’ve seen me naked.”
“Not like this.”
“Well, come and get better acquainted.”
When she was in reach, he clasped her hand, pulling her the last few inches until he could press his forehead to hers. “I want you so damn much that I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you, and I never want to do that. I need to find some release so I can stay in control. Do you understand?” She gave him a hard stare. He leaned back against the cold mirror, closing his eyes, not wanting to see the look of disgust he was sure would surface on her beautiful face. Instead, he felt her fingers curl around his.
“Let me help you.”
Damn, was this girl for real? “I would like that,” he choked, moving his hand and adjusting hers.
He looked down, watching her delicate, soft fingers encircle his rock-hard dick and wondering when a hand job had turned him on so much.
“Tell me what to do.”
“Stroke, don’t pull,” he said, noticing his voice was incoherent, but somehow she understood it. “North and south, not east and west.”
“It’s huge.”
“Don’t worry. Its bark is worse than its bite.”
She looked up at him, knitting her brows together and smiling nervously. “It bites?”
He had never laughed so hard and been so hard at the same time. “Give me your other hand.”
She held it toward him like she wanted to shake his hand. He took it, kissing the tips of each finger before turning it over so her palm was upright. He spit in it. She stopped stroking him, staring at her hand and back up at him. Kyle winced, wondering if he was now going to get the disgusted reaction. “We need lubrication,” he explained.
A playful smile formed on her lips. She took her hand, placed it under her own mouth, and added her spit. His eyes widened at her gesture. It was so unexpected and…erotic. She changed hands, gripping him firmly. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”
“What else can I do?” He wanted to look at her without the hindrance of layers. Her breasts had felt so perfect in his hands. They were definitely her best feature, and he wanted to see them again.
“I like you in my shirt, but I want it off.” She bit her lower lip, not slowing her movements, but looking more unsure of herself. He leaned forward and kissed her gently. “It’s fine if you want to leave it on. Just know it would never be my choice,” he said in a husky whisper, tugging at the collar.
She quickened her pace, and Kyle felt his release coming. “I want you to come in my hand,” she commanded. That’s just what Kyle did.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, woman?” he groaned, coming harder than he expected. He grabbed the washcloth he’d set on the counter and cleaned himself up. She went to the sink to wash her hands. He came behind her, running his hands over hers in the warm soapy water. “You understand I wasn’t rejecting you.” he said, grinding his still erect cock against her.
She giggled. “Yes, but no more do-overs.”
“I couldn’t agree more. Now I’m just going to do you.” He turned off the water, bent down, and picked her up to carry her to the bedroom.
LANIE HAD BEEN shocked when she saw what Kyle was doing, but it had turned her on, given her confidence that she could elicit the same responses from him that he was provoking in her. It was the perfect foreplay.
He laid her on the bed. His bedroom lamp was still on. He hadn’t reacted to the scar the way she’d expected, but she still didn’t like the idea of him looking at it. “Kyle?”
“I know,” he said, turning the lamp off and amazing her with his perceptiveness.
Kyle kept his weight off her, straddling her on his knees as he unbuttoned the shirt. The only thing she felt was his erection, stiff, hard, and heavy on her belly, causing her newfound confidence to diminish slightly. Surely it would rip her apart.
“There, no more layers between us.” He discarded the shirt, throwing it across the room. “Now that we’re done with the previews, are you ready for the main attraction?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
She smacked his chest. “You’re so weird.”
“Says the twenty-eight-year-old virgin.”
She placed the back of her hand against her forehead, and her voice took on a sugary Southern accent. “An affliction you promised to relinquish me of, sir.”
He didn’t laugh as she’d expected. Instead, his breath quickened and she felt his erection grow harder, making her even wetter. “With pleasure, Miss Lanie.”
Then his lips and tongue were everywhere, covering every inch of her body, causing her flesh to quiver. He suckled her earlobe and ran his lips across her jawline to her mouth. She reciprocated by putting her arms a
He circled her belly button with his tongue, gliding his hands over her thighs. He spread them apart and dragged his tongue down to her entrance. Her legs shook in response. He kissed her there, and then he licked her. Finally, he lapped at her.
“I’ve been craving your sweet taste,” he murmured. She started squirming despite the steady grip he had on her. She leaned on her elbows, watching him. As if he sensed it, he shifted upward. He inserted his finger into her sex, mimicking the movements of his tongue. Her spasms started building to her release.
“Yes, Kyle,” she cried out, frantically pulling at his hair. She climaxed, making some kind of garbled, crying scream.
He pulled himself up and buried his face in her neck. “Delicious,” he whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted himself on his elbows, staring at her.
“Ready to go where no man’s been before?” She panted.
He laughed. “Are you quoting Star Trek? Just when I thought you couldn’t turn me on any more.”
“Shut up, Captain Kyle, and do me,” she said.
“The final frontier, baby.”
He pulled her legs apart while he sucked on her neck and shoulders. “You have to tell me if it hurts, okay?”
He waited for her response. She nodded, incapable of forming words.
Kyle pushed her legs out with his and slowly entered her. It was painful for a moment, and Lanie clutched his neck like a life raft, but as he shifted inside her, so did the pain, and soon all she felt was pleasure. He stared at her the whole time, as if searching her face for any discomfort. His deep eyes were penetrating her as much as his thick cock. She moaned beneath him and called out his name. He increased his speed but only in small increments. “Look at me.”
She complied instantly, unable to protest against the whispered command of his voice. “You’re so fucking tight.” He grunted as his chiseled face contorted above her. “You feel so good.”
She could only respond in moans. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulsing with his movements. It seemed instinctive, and he grunted louder, indicating his approval. He went harder, faster, stronger in response. The orgasm was powerful, like a soothing shock traveling through every cell in her body. She glanced at him to see he was staring at her intently. Then she felt him thrusting wildly until she was saturated with his seed. He dropped on top of her, covered in a sheen of sweat. Their heavy breathing permeated the room. The hard planes of his body felt like a comforting blanket to Lanie. Kyle kissed the tip of her nose and pulled out of her slowly. He lay on his back next to her. He reached for her hand and kissed each fingertip. It was a gesture he’d used often, and she melted every time he did it.
“Come here,” he said, tugging her arm. She flopped her head on his chest, and he stroked her hair, waiting for their breathing to get under control. “Lanie, um…did you like having your final frontier forked?”
“Oh yes, Captain Kyle, you really hit the Spock.”
They both chuckled. “You’re making me feel like a horny seventeen-year-old and not just because you’re talkin’ sexy Star Trek either.”
* * * *
They fell asleep that way, but Kyle woke up a few hours later feeling disconcerted. She wasn’t in the bed. He actually looked under the sheets for her in a ridiculous frenzy before pulling on his boxers and heading to the living room.
Lanie was sitting on the couch in his Bears shirt, munching on trail mix and watching an infomercial. The sight caused him great anxiety. He sat next to her and ran his hands through his hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just couldn’t sleep. I borrowed another shirt. I hope you don’t mind,” she replied.
“I love you in my shirt, but why can’t you sleep? Are you having regrets?”
“Oh no, not at all, but I have to say we can’t do it here anymore.” The words brought relief and additional concerns too.
“Why is that?”
“You don’t have any ice cream. All you have is this trail mix, and it’s not even the good kind with chocolate, just nuts.”
Kyle laughed. “I don’t buy a lot of junk food.”
She shook her head, smiling. “Ice cream isn’t junk food, Kyle. It’s a staple like milk or eggs.”
He grabbed her fingers, which clutched a Brazil nut, and moved them to his mouth. He bit down on the nut and managed to suck on her fingers at the same time. “That doesn’t mean we can’t stay here, Lanie. I’ll just have to start buying ice cream.”
She rewarded him with a brilliant smile.
“Are you sure you’re not sad?”
“Yes, it was so much better than I thought it would be. Thank you.”
“You’re thanking me?”
“It couldn’t have been so great for you, I’m sure.”
Oh, she had no idea, Kyle thought. He wanted to tell her the truth. It was the best sex he’d ever had, but she’d never believe that.
Instead, he lay down, adjusting her so they were spooning on the couch. “It was amazing, baby, and I’ll have to really load up on the ice cream.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to do it again and again with you. There are more frontiers, you know, in your sex-ucation.”
“Hmmm…sex-ucation with Captain Kyle. I like that.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” she replied, feeding him another nut over her shoulder.
“Why do you watch infomercials? You were watching one the other night too.”
“You’re going to think I’m a nut if I tell you.”
“I won’t. No judgment, Lanie, I promise.”
Her voice grew quiet. “I’ve always had trouble sleeping, especially when I was a kid. Back then the only things on at two in the morning were infomercials or reruns of Star Trek.” He smiled, imagining Lanie as a cute little girl, eating her ice cream and watching TV.
“And now? Don’t tell me you’re a closet shopaholic, and you have every useless device known to man.”
“No, I never buy anything. It just comforts me. When you’re watching regular television, you’re just observing scenes as an outsider, but when you’re watching this, it’s like they’re talking to you. You’re not alone.” She put her hands against her face. “Oh God, I’m a total nut bag.”
He moved her hand away and peered down at her, shaking his head. “No, Lanie, you’re not. I think you’re lonely. I get lonely too.”
“Yeah? What do you do when you’re lonely? Oh wait, I can guess.” He flinched, knowing what she was thinking, and it was true. He did use sex to alleviate the isolation as a temporary measure. It was a drug for him, and like all drugs, he found himself increasing the dosage to get the same results.
“Yes, I do that, but mostly I go for walks. It helps me think too, sort out my problems. That’s what I did the other night after I left you.”
“Did you need to sort me out?”
“I needed to sort myself out.”
“Any conclusions?”
“Not much. No great inferences. Only this; I like being with you. I have fun with you. I love forking you. I want to know if you feel the same way.” He held his breath, waiting for her answer. He felt so at ease with her that he wondered if she was becoming his new drug of choice.
“Oh, Captain Kyle, yes, forking you…it was great. I guess we’re two nut bag friends that like to fork and turn each other on with pseudosexual Star Trek references.”
“You know, I had a crush on Lieutenant Uhura,” he said and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.
“Hmmm…I bought a pair of thigh-high boots the other day,” she replied sleepily.
“Damn!”
“What?”
“I’m hard again,” he said, banging his head against the arm of the couch.
Chapter Sixteen
They fell asleep on the couch watching something about a pot that could boil pasta in five minutes. Kyle remembered thinking it was dumb since it only took seven minutes to boil pasta anyway. He stared at her, feeling each of her slow breaths against his chest. Her lips made the most magnificent movements in her sleep. He crawled over her, careful not to wake her up. He set up the coffeepot and wrote her a note. He needed to go out for a run to clear his head.
He put on a pair of sweatpants and his Syracuse T-shirt and headed out. It was fall, and the city felt cool and fresh to him. It didn’t just look enticing with the foliage beginning to peak on the trees, but it smelled inviting, crisp and clean. He rounded the corner thinking about the pretty girl sleeping on his couch. He had figured sleeping with Lanie would make him get over her, like it was a hurdle for him to jump. In fact, it did just the opposite. She was more appealing to him, not less. She was crazy in the bedroom, and he knew it would only get better. He wasn’t capable of more than sex and friendship, though, and she was still in love with another man. So in a way, their relationship was quite perfect. There were no expectations, no prolonged plans, no heartbreak. It was a dream relationship in fact, so Kyle was having trouble figuring out why he was so anxious.
When he came home, he was disappointed to find Lanie freshly showered and dressed. Why didn’t she wait for me? She sat on his barstool sipping coffee with her overnight bag by her side.
“Hi there,” she greeted him with a chipper smile.
“Good morning, beautiful. You’re dressed already?”
“I figured you’d want to take me home,” she replied.
He looked from her to her bag and back. His unease grew exponentially at the prospect of her leaving. He needed more time with her. The exact reason he didn’t let women spend the night was to avoid this scene in the morning. He always dreaded the thought of kicking them out and knew the longer they stayed, the more difficult it would be. Now, looking at Lanie, the last thing he wanted was for her to leave.
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