by Jackson, Meg
He smiled. She was floating, high on adrenaline and the passion of being swept entirely in his eyes. And when he kissed her, it was all her best futures coming true. Pulling away, he answered her question with the smirk on his lips as much as the words coming from his mouth.
“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream my name.”
In a single motion, he’d swept her up into his arms and carried her through the trailer to his bed, his mouth against the warm flesh of her neck, his tongue darting out to spark her sensitive nerves as she held tight around his neck. When they’d entered the sanctum of his room, the light smell of incense lingering in the air, the warm purples of his walls bathing them in a sensual aura, he dropped her to her feet once more.
“Take these off,” he demanded, fingering the business casual blouse she’d been wearing for work that day. Never taking her eyes off him, Kim began to undress, slowly, watching his eyes widen with each button that unbuttoned, until finally she slid the shirt from her arms and unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her feet. It had been too hot for stockings that day, and the only things that kept them apart were her bra and panties.
“All of it,” Kennick growled, reaching out with one finger to pluck at the strip of fabric between the cups of her bra. She felt wild under his eyes; his tongue coming out to lick his lips seemed to beg to return to its rightful place in her own mouth. As she removed the last of her clothing, standing entirely bare before him, she lifted one hand to the top of his jeans.
“Tit for tat,” she cooed, wanting him to return the favor and show her what he held beneath all his clothes. To her surprise, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, stepping forward to press his body against hers, mouths meeting in a hungry clash of lips and tongue; when he raised a palm to the center of her chest and pushed backward, she was caught off-guard, and toppled backwards onto the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly beneath her. He dropped to his knees before her, his eyes dancing over her prone body, her succulent breasts and already-damp slit, as she leaned backwards on her elbows, watching him with one eyebrow raised.
“Patience,” he said with a sly grin, and leaned forward until his mouth met the sensitive skin of her belly, right above her navel, his tongue stroking gently as he made his way downwards. Each inch of skin that he graced with his tongue sparked, sending ecstatic trails upward, and made Kim relax deeper and deeper into the mattress, until eventually she was on her back and he was poised just above her sex, his hands coming to grab her thighs and wrenching them apart, his hot breath running in gusts across her tingling clit.
“Please,” Kim moaned, beside herself with anticipation as he teased her, blowing long warm breezes over her now-swollen clit. Her sex glistened before him, ready and open, and he growled against her as he finally reached his tongue out to taste her, drawing the tip upwards from her pussy to her slit in devastatingly slow motion.
Kim’s hands flew, automatically, to his hair, running through each long strand as he began to pleasure her throbbing clit with his tongue. Relief swelled and flooded her taut muscles as he circled the tight bundle of nerves with his tongue, then lapped over it, then flicked upward, each motion designed to draw her closer and closer to the precipice.
Darts of ecstasy nipped at her nerves, her thighs closed around his head, her fingers rolling through his hair faster. She let her head roll back on her neck as he licked her steadily, a balloon of pressure developing in her deepest self. She could hear the desperate little cries that escaped her mouth, and she knew she was pulling his head towards her, her hips beginning to grind gently against his mouth.
Releasing his grip on her thighs, Kennick pressed two fingers against her moist slit; they slipped in easily, and Kim groaned in abandon as he probed her slowly, making her squirm and buck in an effort to feel him deeper as he began to increase the pace of his tongue on her clit. The balloon was filling more and more, her body wavering as her muscles tightened to the point of pain, her throat releasing moans and cries of pleasure with wanton lust.
“Kennick,” she groaned, aware of nothing but his name, his fantastic tongue bringing her pleasure she’d never imagined, his fingers inside her probing, now curling, and pressing, some deep and primal place inside her, pressing harder until the balloon was about to burst, and he suckled her clit between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue across it as she exploded around him.
Kim’s body shuddered and bucked in ecstasy, her passion flooding every inch of her body as she came and came, his mouth never leaving her sex, driving her orgasm to new heights. With a ragged breath, she pushed away at his forehead, the sensation too much as the fireworks peaked and began to fall in gloriously vibrant embers around her.
Her slit was dripping now, her juices flowing freely as her orgasm subsided, and Kennick rose to his feet, his own breathing labored, his cock straining through his jeans, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. Kim pulled herself up and grabbed at his jeans, popping the button and ripping the zipper down in a frenzy. She wanted him in her mouth, wanted to make him explode the same way he’d done for her. She wanted it more than she could remember wanting anyone’s cock in her mouth.
As his veiny, engorged cock released and stood straight before her, a moment of panic swirled through her at its size. But the drop of glistening precum on the tip begged for her tongue, and she leaned forward, taking the plushy head in between her lips, rewarded with a groan from Kennick above her as she swirled her tongue around the head, an emphatic moan sending vibrations up his cock.
The briny pre-cum dripped down her throat and made her want more; she let her tongue dip forward, before her lips, soaking his shaft so that it slid easily through her mouth and down her throat. She took her mouth away, replacing it with her hand, just long enough to shift so that she was kneeling before him on the bed. With her fist firm around the base, she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, savoring the taste of him and the feel of the vein underneath it throbbing against her tongue.
He was barely halfway buried in her mouth when his cock first hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as her nose struggled to capture enough breath. Her hand pumped steadily on the bottom of his shaft, her lips meeting her own knuckles so that every inch of him was covered and pleasured.
His hands found their way into her strawberry blonde locks and closed into tight fists, taking control and holding her in place as his hips began to rock back and forth. Looking up at him, his nostrils flared and his eyes were half-lidded with lust. Kim let him use her, feeling the raw power of his thrusts as he slid deeper and deeper into her mouth, each stroke determined and commanding, her tongue lapping at whatever part of him it could touch.
“Touch yourself,” he growled, and Kim obeyed happily, letting her fingers plunge into her dripping slit, her palm pressed against her still-buzzing clit. She pumped wildly against herself, the sensation of Kennick’s cock filling her mouth making her desire rise fast and hard. She loved the way he was using her, taking her mouth and throat as his own, taking what he wanted, what she was so happy to offer. As his pace quickened, her own body began to shake, her hips bucking slightly as she pressed against her clit and thrust her fingers upward.
His dick throbbed and strained in her mouth, and she knew he was close. Her own body was beginning to shake, her pleasure barreling towards her faster than she could stop it, and the moment his hot cum hit her throat, filling her with the musky sweetness of him, she came against her hand, body snapping in fiery bliss as she swallowed every drop of his cum, savoring the raw burn of it down her abused throat. When he slid out of her, a few last streams of seed fell across her breasts, and she ran a finger through the mess, bringing it to her lips to suck the last bit of him into her mouth, her body tingling and sparking.
“Christ, baby,” he groaned, twisting and falling at the same time so that he lay beside her on the bed, his feet on the floor, his stomach fluttering and chest rising heavily.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Kennick,” Kim asked, her voice slow, not wanting to spoil the otherwise perfect moment. “I know this isn't the best pillow talk but...”
“Ah,” Kennick sighed, turning to his side so he could face her, then leaning up on one elbow. His long hair fell into his eyes and Kim fought back the urge to run her fingers through it, pull him down, and kiss him into the next week. She settled for just running her fingers through his hair, letting her fingertips tickle down his jaw and through his red beard. “I thought this was coming. Can't get anything past you, huh, keshalyi?”
“I mean, okay, it's not even a question, is it? I know. I was right there when he said it. You're growing weed out here,” she said, letting her hand fall to her chest. “You know I work for the mayor, right? And weed is still illegal in the state of Delaware?”
He collapsed onto his back beside her with a sigh.
“I know,” he said. “Trust me, I know.”
Kim let the silence draw out for a moment before propping herself above him, trying to hide her smile. By the worry that was still etched in his face, she was hiding it well.
“Did you also know,” she said in mock seriousness. “That you're lying in bed with someone who has tried marijuana before?”
His eyebrows rose slightly as he studied her face.
“I didn't,” he said, reaching out to stroke her bare arm, the sensation settling straight up her spine.
“Did you know,” she said, leaning in and letting her lips hover inches above his, “that you're lying in bed with someone who didn't just try it, but tried it and liked it?”
It was Kennick's turn to hide a smile as he leaned upwards, meeting her teasing lips with his own. Pulling away, he shook his head.
“I didn't know that,” he said. “But it's very interesting.”
Kim giggled and lowered her head to his chest, settling into the crook of his strong arm, inhaling his scent of sandalwood and heat.
“I don't really care,” she said. “As long as it's just weed. But if it gets to be serious stuff...”
“Never,” Kennick said shaking his head. “Worst we ever tried was mushrooms, but they're finicky at best.”
“Well, I guess that wouldn't be awful either,” Kim shrugged against him. “But no pills. No meth. No smack, coke, angel dust, bath salts, DXM, speed...”
“Jesus,” Kennick huffed, “you sure you're not a dealer?”
“I'm serious,” she said, looking up at him from her place on his chest. He smiled down at her, petting her hair gently.
“Me too,” he said. “We only work in herbs. I swear it.”
“Good,” she sighed. “Maybe you can lend me some. If I could get Mayor Gunderson hooked on pot instead of booze we'd all be better off...”
Kennick smiled, but when he saw that she hadn't really been joking, his brow furrowed. He stroked her arm.
“What's on your mind?” he asked, sure that there was something more brewing behind those bright blue eyes. Kim shook her head but kept her gaze on the ceiling, her jaw moving slightly as she worked out what she wanted to say.
“I love Mayor Gunderson,” she finally said. “He's a lovely man, a good boss, he's very nice and sweet. Treats me well, with bonuses on Christmas and my birthday and all those good things. But he's not...he'd just not the kind of man who should be in charge of a town. I just wish he would retire, gracefully. Not run again next election, you know?”
“Well,” Kennick said with a quick bark. “Wish with one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up first. If you want a better leader for Kingdom, do something about it. Run against him.”
Kim shook her head. It wasn't that easy.
“They would never vote a woman into office,” she said. “And I couldn't very well keep my job as his assistant if I ran against him, so once he won I'd be out of a job and have spent all my money on a campaign.”
“Who's they?” Kennick argued, his hand running lower to graze her side. Kim looked at him then, and was taken aback. His eyes on her weren't just lusty. They were searching, and confident.
“They. The people. People like Bob Talkee and Pastor Hendrix,” she said, looking down now to avoid the determined way he looked at her. She'd told Kennick all about her experiences with the two men who most agitated her.
“Screw them,” Kennick said, suddenly rising from the bed and pulling his clothes on in a hurried rush. “You'd be a damn good leader. You've got twice the head on your shoulders as your drunk boss. No offense, I know you like him, but come on, Kim. You do all the work there anyway.”
Kim raised herself onto her elbows, watching him cover his strong torso with no small disappointment; she was a big fan of those tattoos across his chest and biceps, and being able to see them and stroke her fingers over them and kiss them and...
“Get dressed,” he said, throwing her discarded dress onto the bed so that it fell across her lap. “We're going to see Tula.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Tula? Your cousin? The fortune...”
“Not a fortune teller,” Kennick interrupted. “Fortune tellers are hacks. Tula is a drabarni. The real deal.”
“You know, Kennick, on our first date when you talked about fariries, it was cute. And I like all your stories. But I'm sorry – no matter how much I love you...”
At that, she clapped a hand across her mouth.
She'd actually said that.
Casual as could be, she'd just dropped the L word.
She hadn't even known that she felt that way, but as soon as the words left her mouth, it felt right.
And it also felt embarrassing as hell.
Until she saw the smile on Kennick's face, and he sat down, slow and meaningful, on the edge of the bed. He took her hand away from her mouth, bringing it to his lips and kissing the now-clammy palm. Kim's heart was racing, but as she looked into his confident eyes, she felt a warmth spreading through her body.
“Ah, beautiful, what're you embarrassed for? There's nothing shameful about love. If there was, I'd be blushing too, every second that I spent with you,” he said, giving her back her hand. She took it in her other hand, as though it had come back to her different than it was when he'd taken it. “Come on. Let's go.”
Kim found Tula Volanis’ trailer the strangest of the few she’d been in so far, because for someone who was supposed to be a seer, and connected to the stranger things in life, it was rather barren. The interior was plain wood and the walls painted a pale yellow. Some family photos dotted the walls, but there were no hanging dreamcatchers, tapestries, artwork, or anything else to distinguish the small living room.
She’d half expected to find a circular table with an elaborate scarf draped over it and a crystal ball in the center. Instead, there was a plain black sofa and a small TV on a stand, a rocking chair in the corner, and a plain wooden coffee table. The kitchen had held some strange jars of mushrooms and herbs and vials of unidentifiable liquid, but that was the only evidence of anything paranormal in the whole place.
As Tula, a slight girl who looked to be in her early twenties, brought in three steaming mugs of tea on a tray, Kim admired her green eyes, which seemed to be the calling card of the Volanis family. Her brown hair was plain and thin but sleek and rich-colored, and she had straight bangs covering her forehead, a button nose dotted with freckles, and a mouth so small and pink it could have belonged on a cat’s muzzle. Everything about Tula seemed vaguely feline.
“So,” Tula said, settling herself into the rocking chair with the fragrant mug of tea under her nose, “to what do I owe the honor?”
Kim sniffed at the tea as Kennick clasped his hands in his lap and smiled broadly at his cousin. The tea wasn’t anything she could recognize, extremely herbaceous and slightly woodsy. She took a sip and
felt the warmth flood through her, calming her down to her marrow.
“Kim here would like to know if you see anything in her future,” Kennick offered with a gesture to the woman beside him, who shot him a deathly glare.
“Actually,” Kim interrupted, “Kennick dragged me here because he thinks you’ll see me being elected mayor of Kingdom next election.”
Tula hummed in amusement and closed her eyes. For a long moment, she just sat there, rocking back and forth in her chair, the tea clasped in her two tiny hands under her nose. Kim glanced at Kennick with her eyebrows raised. Was this is? She’d expected to have to her palm read, or her blood drawn and thrown into a bowl of corn or something. When Tula opened her eyes again, it was with a sort of jealous admiration.
“This is beautiful,” she said, her voice thick and heavy, like a person just coming out of sleep. Despite her disbelief, Kim leaned forward, captivated by the dazed look in Tula’s eyes as she studied Kim from across the room. “You are both so beautiful.”