Keystrokes

by Lisa Marie

  “I am.” I nod and brush away a tear from her chin. “I missed you.”

  Farrow nods, hiccupping her words away. We are sitting on the same bench, feeling each other’s warmth for the first time in weeks, although it feels longer. I reach out and cup my hand around her neck, brushing the hair just behind her ear with my thumb.

  I lean in. My lips gently brushing her tears away. I pull back enough to look into her eyes. They are calling to me. I tilt myself just a little lower and guide her to me. Our lips meet, and I can’t get close enough to her. I run my hands to her waist and pull her onto my lap. Willingly, she straddles my lap, holding the back of my neck and pressing herself into me.

  My fingertips trace the back of her pants, just under her shirt.

  Suddenly, painfully, I stop kissing her and rest my forehead against hers.

  “Baby, that feels so good,” I moan.

  Smiling, she leans back in and tries to kiss me again. I raise my finger to her lips to stop her advances. I have to show restraint. Her soft lips press against me and her tongue slides out to taste my finger.

  “But we have to stop. We need to talk.”

  Sighing she responds, “We do. This is embarrassing.” Farrow covers her face with both hands and shakes her head.

  “Never be embarrassed about THAT, babe. About us.” I reassure her as I lower her hands from her face. I offer her a small kiss and help her off my lap. I can’t stop touching her. I crave her warmth. Joining our hands, I open the car door and climb out. Standing, I help Farrow to her feet and lead her to the water’s edge. Having her this close to me again is something I never thought I would experience. I am a lucky man.

  The sea breeze catches her loose tendrils of hair, we slow and I tuck it behind her ear. The intimate touch sends nervous energy through my body. I smile down at her, and she smiles back, but her smile does not reach her eyes.

  “Farrow, I have to tell you. I had different plans for us tonight.” I chuckle as I look across the water to the horizon. “I was going to…” taking a deep breath, I turn to her putting my hands on her shoulders.

  “Kasen, look at me,” she says as she angles her face to make eye contact with me. I open my eyes and see hers, the gentle blue staring back at me. “I took the job because I worked so hard to get it. I wanted it. I wanted a taste of recognition, celebrity if you will, but definitely not to be a celebrity.” She knits her brow. “Does that make sense?”

  I nod and wait for her to continue.

  “I don’t let many people in. I build walls and prefer to do things on my own. For myself.” Tears slide down her face. “I need to prove that I can have it too. I need to prove to him that I don’t need him to be something. I can do it on my own.”

  Confused by her outburst, I hold her face in my hands.

  “Prove to whom, baby? You don’t need to prove anything to me.” I panic. What does she think I need? I don’t ever want her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Sobs rack her body and she leans into my chest. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and rub her back. “Prove to whom, Farrow? Please, baby, no secrets.” My voice is laced with concern. I’m searching her face for answers and I am getting nothing. She is unreadable.

  She pulls back and swipes at her face. Laughing through her tears, she laughs what sounds like a cough. Her eyes are red and puffy. “My father. The only family I have left,” Farrow whispers. “He kicked me out when I turned eighteen. We had a fight. I wanted to go to New York for the weekend to see my favorite band. He called me a groupie whore.” She shrugs. “He said I could never make it without a man. Without him.” Her gaze pulls away from me, and she bites the corner of her thumb. “It was bad, Kasen.”

  Hearing her admission floors me. She has never spoken about her family to me. I always figured that she was alone in the world, but why? I had no clue it was because she was kicked out at such a young age. In that moment, I realize why she reacted the way she did over the deed to the house I bought us.

  Silence envelopes us. I don’t know what to say. She’s said enough. I made this all about myself. I’m a selfish prick, and I need to let Farrow go.

  Chapter 24

  Farrow

  We stand there, looking at the sunset together. The sky is painted with beautiful orange, reds and pinks. The ocean is calm, and I feel whole. Standing here with Kasen, I feel complete. He has been quiet since I told him about my father. I knew I would one day have to tell him, but I didn’t think it would be today.

  “What are you thinking?” I ask him, as I lean my back to his front.

  He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head, which always makes my knees weak. Taking a deep breath he chokes out. “I’m sorry, Farrow. I don’t want to take anything away from you. I am an ass.” He gives my shoulders a squeeze and backs away. “I made my want more important than yours, thinking that you wanted what I did.”

  I turn and look at him. I can’t believe what I am hearing. Is he breaking up with me again? Are we a couple? Why does this feel so wrong?

  “What are you saying, Kasen?”

  He pinches his nose and looks at me, while shoving his hand in his pocket. “I did it again tonight, Farrow. I put MY needs first. Didn’t even consider yours.” He starts backing away from me, and I watch him get further away. “I gotta go.” He turns and walks in the direction of the parking lot.

  I just got him back, and he’s leaving me again. He can’t! He needs to stay! I run toward him this time, not away.

  “Wait!” I call, stopping him in his tracks.

  “Kasen, don’t do this to us. I want tomorrow! PLEASE! I want tomorrow!” I beg. No shame. I throw my arms around his waist and bury my face into his back. “Don’t go.”

  He puts his hands on his hips and looks to the ground. “I never wanted to hurt you, Farrow.”

  “Then don’t walk away, stay with me.” I let go of his waist and walk around to stand in front of him. Taking his hands in mine, I look into his beautiful green eyes. “I renegotiated.”

  “You what?” He asks.

  “I renegotiated, Kasen. In a few months, I can leave California. I can be a remote blogger from anywhere. I want to do it from home.” I look to the ground and back into his eyes. “You are my home, Kasen.”

  “Wait. What?” He smiles. “You renegotiated? When?”

  “Yesterday. I was going to tell you tomorrow at the pier, and well…You being the selfish jerk you are…” I bite my tongue and smile up at him. “Had to go and ruin my plans.”

  He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me so our faces line up. His smile is so big, so genuine. “So you went back to the original offer?”

  “I did.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve been miserable. The best day I have had since I’ve been out here was yesterday when you pressed the napkin into my hand at Coffeebean. It works out to be almost a year out here, and by then your press junket will be done, premieres will be done, and the hype of DIRTY will be lessened.”

  He licks his bottom lip, while his eyes scan my face. Leaning in, I take what’s mine.

  Pressing my mouth to his, my teeth gently bite at his bottom lip which causes him to moan. I release him from my teeth and run my tongue along the mark. I smile against his mouth and assure him. “If you want me, I’m yours.”

  “Oh believe me when I say, I want.” He growls into my mouth and slides me down his body. Taking my hand we begin to rush across the lot to the car. He opens the back door and removes the bag. Thanking the driver, we turn around and rush to his waiting bike. As the car pulls out of the lot, Kasen places his helmet on my head and climbs onto the bike.

  He guns then engine, and we peel away from Will Rogers Beach. My arms reach around him, my hands dip low and I trace the zipper and seam of his denim with my fingernail. At the corner, he removes my hand and yells back, “If you keep that up, we won’t make it back to my hotel in one piece.”

  Smiling, I gi
ve him one last cupping and bring my hand back to his waist. Turning North onto La Cienega, I’m feeling nervous and excited. Kasen is mine again, and I refuse to give him up for anything. Especially my father.

  Pulling up to the front door of the Roosevelt Hotel, Kasen turns his bike over to valet service and leads me into the hotel. Stopping at the concierge desk we are greeted by an older concierge, who reminds me of Sergey and makes me think of the night Kasen told me he lived across the hall.

  “Mr. Wells. How may I be of service to you this evening?” His nametag reads Parker.

  “Good evening. We require dinner, dessert, wine and of course no disturbances.” Kasen winks at me.

  “Certainly, sir. I’ll have room service bring everything up as soon as possible.” Parker assures us. Picking up the house phone, he calls to room service as we turn to walk across the vast lobby. It reminds me of a castle. Everything is beautiful.

  Kasen is staying in the King Studio. I barely register the dark brown and white colour pallet, when he has me pinned next to the door. Taking both of my wrists in one of his hands, he pins them above my head. Slowly, he brushes his nose just below my ear and releases a gentle breath causing goosebumps and a small shiver.

  My breath is coming out ragged and laboured, making my breasts heave upwards. With his free hand, Kasen traces a line from my throat to the top button of my V neck blouse. His nose is still in my hair, and his tongue traces my ear. I bite my lip as I feel his fingers undo the first button, followed shortly thereafter by the second and third. Slowly peeling the blouse open, the top of my breasts are exposed along with the silk of my bra. My nipples are so hard, they are planning their escape.

  With my hands still pinned in one of his, Kasen traces the path his fingers made with his tongue. My pulse jumps and I know I am about to have a heart attack, there is no other explanation for the quickening of the beat. I feel his breath on the swell of my breasts, and the warmth spreads to the satin of my bra, caressing my breasts completely. His tongue darts out and teases my left nipple, while his left hand teases my right.

  His teeth surround the swollen nub and gently bite down causing painful pleasure to course through my body. I pant and press my breasts closer to him. I need to feel him, all of him. As if he is reading my mind, his hand travels down to my slacks, and slowly lowers the zipper, so they fall to the floor. He pulls away and looks at me with hooded eyes. My arms are still pinned above my head. My lips are swollen with desire. My blouse is open, and my bra is exposed as I stand in my wet panties before him.

  “So, fucking sexy.” He growls as he releases my wrists and pulls my shirt open to expose the rest of my torso. His tongue makes a trail from my cleavage to my belly button as he drops to his knees. Small nips cover my belly followed by kisses as his hands travel down my sides to the top of my panties and slowly pull them down. Stepping out of them, I look down at him. Not knowing what to expect.

  Dropping even lower, he runs his tongue between my folds, causing me to moan and press myself closer to his mouth. He shimmies back slightly and lifts my left leg over his shoulder. “Lean into the wall and trust me,” he quietly commands, and I do as I’m told. The next thing I know, he is lifting my right leg over his shoulder and supporting the back of my thighs with his hands. Slowly, he begins kissing my mound. Licking and lapping as I begin to grind into him.

  There’s a knock on the door. “Room Service” is called from the hall beyond. I bite my lip as I continue to rock my hips. “Mr. Wells?” The voice calls from beyond again, while Kasen pulls his mouth away and inserts a finger. Looking up at me, with a glistening chin, he cocks an eyebrow and replies, “Just leave it in the hall. My girlfriend is coming…” He pauses and his thumb finds my clit. “She’ll be right there.” I come undone when his mouth descends on me again. Unforgiving, punishing thrusts are driven into me with his tongue and finger. He kisses my inner thigh and slowly, lowers me to the floor in front of him.

  Opening my eyes, I look at him and smile. “Welcome back.” He offers, while bringing his lips to mine. He tastes like Kasen and me. Opening the door slightly, Kasen ensures no one is in the hall so he can roll the food cart into his room. Helping me to my feet, he picks me up and carries me to the sofa. My shirt is still hanging open, I have no panties and I know I am flushed. Biting my lip I smile at him as he sets me down. I sit on my hands to prevent myself from pulling him on me.

  “Let’s see what Parker ordered for us, shall we?” Kasen suggests as he turns back toward the door. I hear him hit the wall with the cart as he tries to bring it to me. Dishes are rattling, and Kasen is mumbling a whole string of expletives. Giggling, I cross my legs on the couch and cover them with the Kasen’s abandoned jacket.

  “What’s taking you so long?” I call out. “I’m getting hungry, and you need to feed me.”

  Chuckling, he reappears with the blanket from his bed and less clothes than I am wearing. Draping the blanket over my lap and across the other cushions, he moves the coffee table and puts the cart in its place. Lifting the first silver dome, we find oysters, olives and almonds. Instantly, I wrinkle my nose and poke my tongue out. Under the second dome, we find chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream and extra chocolate sauce.

  “This is more like it.” Kasen grins and dips his finger into the chocolate sauce and slowly inserts it into my mouth. I wrap my lips around his finger and gently suck it back as far as I can, while holding his fist with my hand. His eyes are wide, and his Adams apple bobs with every swallow. I clean his finger off and draw my mouth away. With one final lick, I ensure there is not one single bit of chocolate left on him. He moans and I climb onto his lap.

  * * *

  Kasen

  Her tongue is amazing. The way it curls around my finger and creates a gentle suction. I harden at the thought. Farrow climbs onto my lap and reaches down between us. Grasping me, she slides herself from my base to my tip while she scoops chocolate on two of her fingers and creates a path from her lips to her nipples.

  Rising up again, she positions herself right above me and slowly slides down my shaft until we are both adjusting to the amazing sensation. I lean in and lick the chocolate from her lips, nipping and biting as I go. When she’s clean I turn us and lay her down so I can be sure to get every bit of chocolate from her body.

  I withdraw almost completely and thrust back into her. Continuing this rhythm, I lick her breast until the sensation overcomes me and I have to move. I need to hear her scream. I hold her hips in place as I drive into her. I flatten my palm between her breasts as I shift her legs together and to one side.

  “Holy hell, Farrow. You feel so good,” I groan as I continue to drive into her.

  “Harder, p-please harder, Kasen!” She begs through her mewls which gives me new focus. I need to see her unhinged. I need to see her lose her mind. I pull back and drive into her with more force. I can hear my balls slapping her ass, and it drives me to give her all I’ve got. With every thrust, her groans are higher in pitch and becoming more frequent. Her fingers curl around the fabric on the cushion, and she’s tensing. She’s close.

  “You like that baby?” I ask. “I can’t hold on much longer, babe. You need to come.”

  “I’m almost – there.” She assures me. “Faster, Kasen. Oh God!”

  I pick up the pace and am on the brink of coming myself, when I feel her flutter around me. Slowly squeezing me, she tightens and lets out a loud satisfied cry. I continue thrusting and find my own release. Collapsing on her belly. I fight for air and will my heart rate to return to normal. It’s a losing battle. Especially, when she touches me the way she is now.

  “You should let me go clean up, Kasen,” Farrow suggests as she strokes the back of my head. It feels amazing, I might start purring today.

  “No.” I mumble into her belly.

  “Kasen, I really need to clean up.”

  Nuzzling in tighter. “Nope.” I open my eye and notice chocolate that I missed earlier on
her breast. “Oh look, I missed a spot.” I exclaim as I lap at the chocolate with my tongue, inciting moans from the very flushed Farrow Connoley.

  “Please,” she begs, obviously distracted from her original plea. “Um, please let me…mmm.” Her head lolls back and she bites her lip, as pleasure takes over.

  Suddenly, I stop my oral attack on her breast and lift a glass of water to my lips. Her head snaps up, and she narrows her eyes at me. I smile at her and pop a mushroom cap into my mouth, holding back my laughter. “Go,” I deadpan. “You need to clean up, and I need about seven minutes.”

  Chapter 25

  Laying together on the floor, completely spent, limbs tangled together under the duvet. Farrow traces every detail of the sleeve tattoo on my arm,. Her fingertip feels like a feather, dancing along my skin. It’s dark out. I can hear the buzz of Hollywood Boulevard through the open balcony door. Laughter rises from the Walk of Fame below and squealing tires of showboating car enthusiasts from the street.

  I run my fingers through Farrow’s red locks. Realizing, this, right here, is where I want to be. With her. I don’t care where we are, I just want her.

  “So what was that weird, waxy thing in the box for?” Farrow asks as she props her chin on her crossed hands that are resting across my chest. She has shifted and is straddling my thigh. If I raise it…just a little..

  “Kasen?” She prompts and brings me out of my thoughts.

  “The folded square?”

  “Mmm hmmm,” she replies and kisses my chest,

  The thoughts of getting her off with my thigh have consumed me, and I am almost ready for the next round. However, I have a question to answer. Rolling us so she is on her back and I am above her, Farrow releases a gentle moan as I rub her mound with my thigh. “How about this? We take a shower,” I press into her again, “a VERY thorough shower.” She parts her lips and flicks her tongue over her teeth. “And then I will show you.”

  “How thorough are we talking, Mr. Wells?”

  “Extremely…” and to prove my point, I press my body into her and pull away. The remaining chocolate has created a paste, and in some places it is almost painful to separate. “We missed a boatload of chocolate, and it’s far too late for sweets.”