Road to Them: The Road Series Book Two

by Erica Andrews

  Yes, I think it’s sexy too Damon, and maybe you can see it Dean. Kasper, I don't really know what places hurt worse than others, but we'll find out I guess. And as for where it is, I guess you'll have to figure that out also. Now, wish me luck, I've gotta go.

  Instantly I saw three good lucks pop up written in various ways. Phone down, I grabbed Eloise’s hand and grinned at the girls who were now behind me. To grab the tattoo artist’s attention I cleared my throat and yelled, "Alright, I’m ready!'

  Fifteen

  Kasper

  Where was it?

  I couldn’t see it anywhere.

  Arms propped behind me I leaned against the desk watching Kelly search through a box full of bulletin board odds and ends so she could help decorate my room. I tried to tell her a sixth grade history teacher didn’t really need their room decorated but she insisted. Which now come to think of it, I was kind of glad I didn’t argue too much, because watching her bend over while wearing those little black shorts had been the highlight of my day. Well that and trying to find that infernal tattoo.

  Where was that damn thing?

  I was worried at first she might have gotten it infected or the pain would be too much for her, but I felt a little better after I saw that she was okay and clearly happy with her tattoo. Plus, the guys and I placed a bet on where it could be and I was hoping I’d win. Whoever lost had to fork over money for the next date with Kelly. And I wanted the date, but it didn’t look like I was gonna win. Of course the guys’ chances didn’t look so well either. Damon, the ever subtle and crass of the three of us, picked the ass. While Dean, went for the more classic and said the ankle. I decided to go with something different and said shoulder, but looking at her now, I just didn’t see it.

  Blast it!

  As soon as we arrived at the school I had started looking trying not to be obvious. Though I didn’t think it worked because I caught her smiling to herself when she thought I wasn’t looking.

  She was onto us or me. OO7 I was not. I knew Dean had lost at least, because checking out her ankles, was the first thing I did. Next, I checked her shoulders which wasn’t hard, with the itty bitty tank top she had on, which meant I had lost also. I just hoped it wasn’t the ass, because if it was, Damon would gloat forever and he was a dick when he won. Well he was a dick most the time anyways but even more so if he won.

  Her hips twitched when she found something in the box. God, she was doing that on purpose. She had to.

  As if feeling my eyes on her hips she straightened up, turned, and smiled at me.

  Man, this girl had me wrapped around her finger. And not just me, all of us. Though as she walked towards me, holding up what she had found I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “What are you doing sitting here looking all pensive for?”

  Not being able to resist, I wrapped my arms around her waist tugging her towards me placing her between my legs. Chin on the top of her head I leaned down slightly to whisper in her ear, “Just imagining where, that tattoo could be. Oh, the places it could be. Oh, the places I could go to investigate.”

  She leaned back slightly, laughing as she looked up at me saying, “Oh, really? You’re liking this game of hide and seek are you?”

  I rubbed my fingers in circles on her back, staring into her beautiful eyes. “Oh, yes I am enjoying this very much.”

  With a mischievous smile she brought her hands up to my chest. Her hands lightly touched my chest, grazing my nipples and causing them to tighten. Not knowing what game she was playing, I stayed perfectly still letting her run the show.

  Her fingertips drifted across my cheeks pausing at my glasses. I usually wore contacts. But today for some reason, I chose my glasses and I would choose them again if it got her to give me this much attention. I'd happily wear them more often.

  Her fingers sliding through my hair pushed it away from my eyes.

  "You know I’ve been meaning to ask you about these. I didn’t know you wore, glasses. Why don’t you wear them more?"

  I moved my hands down to her waist, cupping each hip drawing her closer to me.

  "Well, I actually prefer my contacts, but if you want me to wear these more than I can."

  With a serious look upon her face she dropped her hands. Taking a small step back.

  Did I upset her? I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed at her pulling away. Her eyes focused on the floor and her feet, I couldn’t tell if I had upset her or if something was on her mind. All I knew was that if she pulled away from me now, after our time apart and everything that had happened it would crush me.

  Shoulders set in determination, her head jerked up surprising me. Eyes meeting mine a foxy grin pulled from her lips. "Do you have fantasies?"

  That was not where I thought this was going. To say that I was shocked into silence at where this conversation was headed would have been an understatement. Though not entirely opposed to what direction we were headed, I didn’t know what the correct answer should be.

  I pushed off the desk walking around her, one of my hands never leaving her waist, while I tried to answer as vaguely as possible. I didn’t want to admit that here recently that she was the object of all my fantasies and not all of them were light and fluffy. At her side now, I leaned forward my lips grazing her ear whispering, "Doesn’t everybody?”

  In answer she pulled back winking, as she skittered to the other side of the desk.

  What was this girl up to?

  Hands on the desk and hip cocked out she answered, "Well yes. Don’t most people? But don’t put this on me I was asking you. Tell you what, I’ll show you my new tattoo, if you tell me your fantasy. But you have to tell me first.”

  With that naughty grin etched across her face, I couldn’t help but accept that challenge, though she might be surprised with what I said. I knew what people said about me, that I was quiet, the sensitive one, but sometimes the quiet ones were the ones that you needed to look out for.

  As she walked around the desk, I watched as she pulled herself up onto the desk getting ready to swing to the other side if need be. Tired of her trying to skirt around me, I reached out, encircling her tiny ankles with my hand. "Ah, Ah, Ah, you wanted to know my fantasy first, right?"

  Her gaze locked on my fingers, as I watched her chest expand and her breath quicken. Finally pulling her gaze up to mine, she nodded her head.

  Excitement coursed through me at the gift she had given me. I wanted this moment to be something she would remember. My first time alone with her since the break-in and Camille debacle. I wanted to sear this moment into her brain. I wanted to make her beg.

  With a rein on my control, I grabbed her other ankle, spreading her legs wide as I walked closer pressing her heat so close I felt it through my jeans and my hardness twitched at being so close.

  Careful not to get myself any closer for fear of my tight control snapping, I brought my face closer to her neck inhaling her smell. I swear there was nothing that smelled as good as her. Fresh flowers and lemon. She reminded me of a warm summer’s day.

  Kelly shivering from my touch clasped her hands around my shirt, not even aware that she was drawing me closer. My lips to her ear, I decided to let her know just how I wanted her.

  "You want to know what my fantasy is?"

  She scooted closer rubbing herself against me as she nodded her head against the side of my face. The softness of her face felt amazing against my whiskers. I loved the idea of her cheeks and other parts of her body tinted red, from being with me. I let go of her ankles gliding my fingers up to her thighs and the her shorts tightening my fingers around the the fabric. Goosebumps erupted across her legs and chest as I ripped the thin cloth way from her body and tossing them over my shoulder. I smiled at her reaction.

  "Do you like to be spanked, Kelly? Because that, Butterscotch, is my fantasy. I want to tie you up naked and blindfolded. Maybe to this desk...how would you like that?" With a sharp intake of breath, her cheeks stained pink, her favorite c
olor. Decision made, I decided to take a chance and pressed on. "Maybe Damon and Dean could watch as I spanked you. Would you like that?" Her lips parted and her tongue wiped across her bottom lip while she nodded again.

  Who would have thought Miss Kelly Green had a kinky side?

  Certainly not me but I was so glad she did though.

  Head heedy with relief I let my lips fall onto her neck, skimming them against her pulse. She tasted like lemonade. Sweet and tart. I loved it. Shivers rippled throughout her body, just from my lips and I couldn’t help but feel smug. Her reaction excited me. It tempted me, to do more. It drove me to want to see her reaction, when I took her to the brink and let her fall. My hands moved higher up her thighs, hovering over her heat drawing me in, begging me to come closer.

  "Do you know what I’d do, after I spanked that sweet ass till it was red?"

  Cheeks flushed, breathing rapidly, she shook her head.

  Before me was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen; with lips wet from her tongue to the pink tinged on her cheeks, from the breath coming in and out rapidly. I was enraptured.

  "After I made your ass red with my hand. I would fuck that sweet pussy, that I bet right at this moment is dripping wet while you envision what my cock would feel like inside you."

  She closed her eyes, visibly swallowing, then slowly opening her eyes as she watched every move I made. And I wanted her to not miss a thing I was fixing to do. Using my thumb, I pressed on her core, rubbing up and down slowly.

  "When I was done and had thoroughly ravished every inch of you as Damon and Dean watched, I would watch that pretty mouth of yours take one of them while your pussy took the other." I pressed harder on her clit, eliciting a small moan to fall from her beautiful lips. "Would you like that Kelly? Would you like all three of us fucking you while you’re tied to my desk?"

  When she didn’t answer, I went to remove my hand, but before I could pull away she grabbed onto my fingers pushing her thin panties to the side where I could feel the wetness that slickened my fingers.

  The warm liquid coated my fingers, making my cock harder than it had been in a long time. I rubbed my fingers in her wetness while small pants erupted from her mouth.

  She was perfection.

  Inserting one finger into her heat I couldn’t help but ask, "Is this want you want, you need to tell me Kelly. Do you want me to fuck you across my desk right now? To blister that ass red with my hand?"

  I inserted a second finger, watching as her lips tried to form words.

  "I can’t hear you Kelly, I need the words or this is going to stop. Now answer me what do you want?”

  "Yes, yes, fucking yes! Don’t stop Kasper, don’t stop."

  I smiled at my victory as my lips hovered over hers. "That’s all I wanted to hear Butterscotch, now you’re mine."

  My lips met hers, as I sucked on her bottom lip and biting lightly. She gasped as I tugged on her lip one last time before I began working my way down her neck. Nibbling on her collarbone, she surprised me when she grabbed at my hair tugging on the roots.

  God, that felt good.

  I loved it when she pulled my hair.

  At the junction where her neck met her shoulder I couldn’t help but stop and suck on the creamy white skin there. And later if the boys saw it, well I might feel a little smug.

  With one last kiss to her succulent neck, I pulled away causing her to mewl like a kitten. My ego increased. With one hand in the middle of her chest, I laid her across the desk. Sprawled across the desk, with her pink kissed lips, legs slightly gaping, I couldn’t help but wonder, if I’d ever look at this desk the same way again. Spreading her legs wider I bent down on my knees, to do what’d I’d been wanting to do for weeks.

  Give her pleasure.

  At her knees, I started to kiss the backs as I licked my way up to her creamy white thighs.

  "Kasper!"

  Ignoring her cry I continued peppering tiny kisses across both thighs. I didn’t want to miss a spot. Finished I rubbed my cheek on her thigh as I looked up at her beautiful face. "Do you want me to stop or do you want me to do more?" My face still laying across her thighs, I continued to rub my stubble on her inner thigh, causing her thighs to become red. Then I gently bit. "What about here, do you want me here?"

  She nodded her head. "Higher, Kasper, higher."

  I brought my finger up, rubbing her seam with my finger gently flicking her clit through her panties. Mouth following my finger to the front of her panties, I licked her through the sheer black panties. "Is this where you want me, do you want my mouth on you right here, Kelly? Tell me what you want, Kelly. Tell me what dirty things you want me to do to you."

  I watched as she visibly swallowed, trying to form the words. "Taste me, Kasper, make me cum, please."

  Still rubbing her through her panties I whispered, "Now that I can do."

  Panties in my hand, I pulled them off harshly and put them in my pocket. I couldn’t look away from her pink lips, and manicured mound. She was beautiful, from head to toe and my dick strained in my pants to get its ultimate goal. "You are beautiful, Kelly, absolutely beautiful."

  Face close, I gently blew on her clit, and felt her shiver against me. Nudging her clit with my nose, I couldn’t help but breathe in her scent. It was intoxicating. Without realizing it, Kelly pushed her hips up to me offering herself on a platter. A platter I would gladly feast on. Tongue against her clit, I slowly traced patterns that had her moaning and begging for more.

  "Kasper, please, more, I need. I need."

  Kelly breathing harshly, jerked, as she searched for the relief only I could give her. And I would give it to her...when I decided.

  My mouth back on her lips, I started the slow torture of her orgasm licking my way up and down her lips, not being able to get my fill of her. Her body begged for more, and her moans grew louder as I inserted two fingers slowly pumping them in and out. My fingers went into her warmth pumping furiously in and out as my tongue licked her clit.

  "More, More, More!"

  I kept pumping my finger as I slid my thumb across her forbidden territory in the back. Gently, I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed my thumb into what I was sure was her virgin territory.

  "Kasper, I’m...oooooo, God!"

  Her body tightened as she crested over her orgasm then went slack with relief. Not done with her yet, I lifted her up gently taking her tank top off and stopped. I found it. Bringing my fingertip up, I gently traced around the words that I couldn’t understand. It was simple, yet elegant in bold black ink. I glanced at the content woman in my arms, and asked, "What does it mean?"

  With a sated smile she replied, "You tell me the story of your other tattoos, and I’ll tell you what it says.”

  My gaze traveled to her breasts, which were almost spilling out of her black lace bra, and I made the decision. "Later, much much later."

  Kelly in my lap, I cupped her face and gently kissed her lips. "That was beautiful, you are beautiful."

  Smiling she winked. "Well you weren’t so bad yourself."

  My arms wrapped around her, I nuzzled her neck. "Not so bad? Give me ten minutes and I’ll show you not so bad."

  She laughed pushing me away. "Okay, you were magnificent, wonderful, extraordinaire!"

  I loved that girl.

  Love? Did I? I think I did. But I couldn’t tell her now, it’d ruin the moment and I wanted her to stay carefree and happy. So pushing my complicated emotions aside I tickled her side, careful of her new tattoo.

  "So a tattoo, huh? You don't regret it, now that you’ve got it, do you?"

  My fingers moved up and down her ribs, while she answered me, "No I mean, it hurt like a son of a bread maker, but I always wanted one. But Trevor, thought they were trashy.”

  I glanced down at the tattoo, to really look at it. Written in beautiful font and foreign language, Kelly had it start on her ribs but it gently curved as if to cup her left breast. It was beautiful and perfectly Kelly. And I told her t
hat.

  "Well thank you, but I did it for me, and not for anyone else. Besides I really like it. I just hope that mine looks as good as the girls did at their age."

  By girls, I knew she meant the four older ladies that had quickly become fast friends with Kelly. Though thinking elderly ladies and the possibilities of where their tattoos could be, I decided to change the subject. "You know every classroom has a camera at this school."

  Sitting up abruptly, Kelly’s eyes darted around looking for the camera and her clothes. Not ready for her to leave the warmth of my embrace, I tugged her back to me.

  "Kasper, let go, I’ve got to find my clothes. I can’t believe you let us do that with a camera right there!"

  Seeing that she was getting angry, I decided to tell the truth. "I disabled it.”

  Her struggles ceased, as she turned and looked at me with those beautiful green eyes. "What do you mean you disabled it? So, it’s not working?"

  Now I just felt bad at my joke. I guess I really was bad at them. Maybe I just needed to let Dean do all the jokes.

  “No, earlier when we were dusting I decided to unhook it, it was simple. So no one saw us. I promise."

  She curled back into my lap, now calm. Not able to resist, I pulled her up closer resting my chin on the top of her head. Surprised, I jumped when I felt her finger press my naked thigh, where looking down I could clearly make out a red indention. "So you unhooked it, hoping to get lucky? How confident were you with that?"

  I smiled at the sassiness in her question replying, "Well a guy can always hope that a beautiful girl will say yes. And I most certainly didn’t hear you say no."

  She eased up on my thigh, rubbing her hands up and down them. If she kept this up with her bottom nestled over me, round two might be here quicker than she thought.

  My thoughts were pulled from desirous actions though when she turned back to look at me. "Okay you owe me a story. So let’s hear it."

  I feigned ignorance to rile her. "What story? I don’t remember a story."