by Alexa Kane
I have the only key to this apartment and it’s been in my handbag all day.
I used it to get inside just now.
There is no way he could have had a key made.
“Yeah, your landlord Larry is a really nice guy, we started chatting and he gave me a key.” He rubs his lower half against me but purses his lips into a stupid pout, “Are you mad?”
Am I mad?
Seriously? How would I not be mad?
“Yes, I’m fucking mad Kyle, you can’t have a key made for my apartment without telling me!” This is insane.
I have known this man for a week and he has a key to my apartment.
What. The. Fuck?
He sighs and starts walking into the living room, “Guess we’ll have sex later then, you want me to order Chinese food or something?”
I follow behind him and watch as he makes himself comfortable on my couch, he turns the television on and relaxes back, putting his feet on my coffee table.
“Chinese food?” I ask.
He basically stole a key to my apartment and now he wants to order Chinese food.
“Yeah, or pizza, you choose,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal that he has gone behind my back with this, “By the way, I’m not putting my clothes on.”
“Fine,” there is no winning with this man child. He can have his fucking key and Chinese food, if he pisses me off too much, I will just have the locks changed.
Or threaten to sue Larry.
Maybe I will do that anyway for fun.
How did he know that I would be okay with Kyle having a key? He could have been a serial killer.
Wait.
Am I okay with Kyle having a key?
Weirdly, I’m angry over the situation but not too bothered that he has a key to my apartment.
Walking into my bedroom, I change out of my work clothes and place an order for Chinese food.
When I get back to the living room, Kyle is exactly where I left him, “I placed an order for Chinese food, it will be here in twenty minutes.”
He looks over at me and smiles brightly, “Thanks Pretty Girl, I’ll pay, my wallets on the table but you better answer the door. After all, my dick doesn’t want to be confined by clothes tonight.”
“I can see that,” not that I’m complaining, he has one nice dick. “Hey, do you work at all?”
“Yeah sometimes,” he moves over on the couch so that our sides are touching and he picks up my hand with his.
“What do you mean sometimes?” that’s a strange thing to say, surely he works like everyone else.
“Well, I mainly work on Tuesdays.”
“Tuesdays?” just the one day then?
“Yeah, you see, I don’t like Monday but I have to work at least one day otherwise I technically don’t work so I pick Tuesday, it seems like the best day of the week to work.”
“Right…so what do you do then?” how can he only get away with working one day?
He scrunches his nose up slightly, “Ugh, like investment, money stuff, it’s pretty boring but I’m good at it.”
“So, like an investment broker?”
“Yeah kinda, except I work for a private equity firm, hey Pretty Girl isn’t just pretty, she’s smart too,” he leans over to kiss me on the lips, “That’s sexy,” he purrs.
“How come you are allowed to only work one day?” It stills seems odd to me, don’t people like that work crazy hours?
“Because I’m the best, I mucked around with stocks in college and ended up making a ton of money. I have built up a name for myself now and I’m in pretty hot demand so I get to pick and choose who I work with. I also have a team of people working for me and they just text me if they need my advice. Sometimes I go into work on other days too.”
“Wow, I had no idea.” Kyle must be really successful but you would have no idea by just looking at him.
He smirks at me, “Did you not think I’m more than my pretty face?”
“No,” I laugh, “It’s not that, I just didn’t expect you to be so successful.”
“Why’s that?” he asks casually even though he should probably be offended.
“Well my ex, he’s a lawyer, a highly successful lawyer and he would always wear a suit and fancy watches, his image seemed to be the most important thing to him, that’s why he dumped me.” A fact that still bothers me, everyone at his stupid boring work dinners all seemed to like me but in the end, it was like I embarrassed him all the time.
“I can’t stand fucking suits, I never wear that shit to the office and why the hell would he dump you? You’re amazing Pretty Girl.” The way that he calls me amazing while staring deep into my eyes makes me want to fall in love with him.
Kyle’s actually a really great guy.
“Thanks Kyle, but he broke up with me because I’m a teacher, he has some new girlfriend who is an architect.” Apparently an architect is a better match for a lawyer than a teacher is.
“What a dick, we should go shit on his lawn or something.” I burst out laughing at his suggestion and then the doorbell rings.
“That must be our food, wait here.”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else Pretty Girl.”
We spend the next hour eating takeout and watching our favorite shows.
Tonight has turned into a really great night, Kyle is still as naked as the day he was born but so far he has kept his hands to himself.
I mean, they have been all over me but not in an I want to fuck your brains out kind of way, more of an I like you kind of way.
“Should we go to bed then?” he asks suddenly.
Looking down at my watch I say, “Kyle it’s like 7pm.”
He drums his fingers along his knees, “Um, you want to fuck here then?”
“What?” I say with a small chuckle.
“I really want to have sex with you but I’m not sure if you’re a have sex anywhere kind of girl or a bed kind of girl, I’m happy with either.”
I can’t believe Kyle is asking me where I want to have sex with him, I figured he would be a grab and fuck on the closest surface he could find kind of guy. “What would you normally do?”
“Honestly? I would have fucked you a week ago.” I can’t help the laugh that comes out of me, it’s a full belly kind of laugh and it makes me bend over at the waist. “I don’t see what’s so funny. I also would have fucked you at least twice every night since and the fact that I haven’t is kind of throwing my game off.”
“Don’t tell me Kyle Astley is nervous to have sex with me?” because to be honest, the longer we leave it the more nervous I am to have sex with him. It’s like the wait has added all of this extra pressure.
“Don’t tell anyone but yeah, I also don’t know why I’m telling you all this shit, must be because you’re a teacher.” Kyle seems almost vulnerable and I think it’s really sweet.
“I’m nervous about having sex with you too,” I say quietly.
“Yeah?” he asks, surprised by my omission.
“Yeah,” I nod my head but I think nervous is an understatement.
I’m terrified.
He leans over to kiss me, it starts off softly then he starts probing my mouth with his tongue, I open for him and as his tongue duels with mine, he lifts my body up and positions it underneath his.
His lower half is grinding into me but his mouth has never left mine.
His hands run the length of my body and I shudder as they roam over my breasts. He slips one hand underneath my top and traces small circles on my stomach while simultaneously grinding his erection into me.
I cry out against his mouth; my senses are being overloaded and he hasn’t even touched an intimate area of my body yet.
He tugs at my top and breaks our kiss so he can pull it over my head and then my bra is gone within seconds. Kyle pauses to stare at my breasts in wonder, he seems completely captivated by them.
He grinds into me and brings his hands up to cup my breasts, “I fucking love these.”
; “You do?” I’ve always been self-conscious of my body, especially after being with Charlie.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he lowers his head to my chest and circles my nipples with his tongue. He is rubbing my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I grip his hair with both hands, loving the sensations, I start grinding my lower half into his erection, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He spends a great deal of time sucking each nipple into hard peaks. When he blows on my left nipple, I cry out in ecstasy.
My lower half is throbbing and begging to be touched.
“Please Kyle, ahhhh, fuck me.” He ignores my pleas and with each thrust of his erection, he is bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “Kyle, fuck, Kyle!”
Holy shit.
I’m going to come.
I’m, I’m going to, “Ahhhhhhh!”
“That’s my Pretty Girl, come for me.” Holy fuck, Kyle gave me an orgasm and the only thing he touched was my breasts.
I’m never letting him leave my apartment again.
He can have five fucking keys if that’s what he wants.
I whimper as I feel his body leave mine, somewhere along the way my eyes closed but I don’t have the strength to open them.
Kyle’s hands continue to roam my body and he lifts my lower half up so he can remove my shorts and panties. He places one leg against the back of the couch and puts the other leg so my foot touches the floor.
At any moment, I expect to feel his cock against me but instead, I feel one big lick against my pussy with his tongue.
My eyes spring open and I see Kyle’s face practically trying to climb inside me, he is licking my pussy and tugging on my clit with his teeth. His hands are everywhere, touching my breasts, rubbing in and out of my pussy and circling my ass.
As another orgasm builds my legs start to shake, this is too much, it’s far too much.
Closing my legs to try and get some relief is met with Kyle’s hands gripping my thighs and forcing them apart.
“Kyle, I can’t,” I pant. “I fuck, Kyle, I can’t.” I have never orgasmed more than once in a row and it’s too much.
He’s too much for me.
My second orgasm washes over me with a scream, “KYLE!”
My body goes completely limp and I close my eyes, afraid if I open them, I will see stars.
I feel Kyle kissing his way up my body, lingering on my breasts then I feel his tongue in my mouth.
The next moment, his cock is pressed against my entrance.
“Kyle wait…co, condom.”
I hear him chuckle softly in my ear, “Oh Pretty Girl, I already have one on.”
“But how? How did you get one so fast?”
“Because you orgasmed a couple minutes ago, I was letting you recover.”
Wow, did I pass out or something?
“Oh,” his cock is teasing me, pushing against my entrance then pulling back, “Oh.”
“Is that a good oh?”
“Yes, uh huh, very good, yes, good indeed.”
“How badly do you want my cock Pretty Girl?” the feel of his breath against my neck causes me to shudder in anticipation.
“So bad, so, so bad. Cock is good.” I feel a chuckle against my neck and then his tip is inside me, “Yes,” but he pulls back out again, “Noooooo.”
“You want me to fuck you then you have to open those pretty eyes of yours.” What? I thought they were open.
Slowly, I manage to peel my eyes open and I see Kyle’s face right next to mine, his body is covering each inch of me and the next thing I know, I am full of Kyle.
“Fuuccckkkk Pretty Girl, you feel incredible.”
“So do you Pretty Boy,” he lazily rocks back and forth inside of me, kissing my lips every now and then.
After a few minutes, he pulls us into a sitting position without pulling his cock out of me, impressive.
He leans against the back of the couch and places his hands on my thighs, “Ride me Pretty Girl.”
I am completely shattered but somehow, I find enough energy to start riding his cock, he is stretching me past the point I thought I could be stretched and I’m loving every minute of it.
His eyes can’t stop roaming my body and he lowers his thumb to rub my clit.
Fuck, another orgasm is building inside of me.
How is that possible?
My head rolls back and my energy drains out of me, my movements slow to a gentle rock. Kyle takes over and wraps his hands around my waist, picking me up and thrusting my body back down on his cock.
Our groans are mixing together to the point where I’m not sure who is saying what, “Come for me Pretty Girl.”
Right on cue, I shatter around him.
It’s lucky that he has taken over otherwise he would be finishing himself off.
“Ahhhhhh, Jessica, yes, my Pretty Girl.” Kyle’s movements slow and I collapse on top of him, he wraps his arms around my body and starts pushing my hair away from my face.
It takes a few minutes for us to get our breathing under control.
Kyle kisses me softly on the top of my head and starts rubbing my back, “Have I told you how much I love your couch Pretty Girl.”
I start shaking with laughter, damn man is obsessed with my couch.
Chapter 7
Kyle
Pulling out of Pretty Girl, I collapse back onto my chair, too exhausted to even pull the used condom off my dick.
Jessica is still sprawled out on the table, looking about exhausted as I am but if she doesn’t shut those pretty legs of hers, she will be up for round fifty.
Or at least that’s what I imagine we are up to.
We have spent the last forty-eight hours fucking each other’s brains out and I have loved every minute of it.
This girl is something else alright.
Somehow, I find the strength to stand and I walk into the kitchen, I open the cupboard under the sink and throw my condom in the trash. I walk out past Jessica and back into the living room, practically collapsing on the couch.
A few minutes later, Jessica joins me, “Fuck Kyle, you have to stop jumping me, I’m exhausted.”
“You’re exhausted? How do you think I feel? Most of the time you just get to lie on your back and enjoy the ride.” After this weekend, I think I will be able to skip the gym altogether this week.
“Fuck you Kyle and that’s not true,” she pants and tries to hit me on the chest but she’s so tired that her hand ends up staying on my chest.
“I know Pretty Girl, I’m sorry,” her phone lights up on the coffee table and she groans, reaching out her hand but still being a good foot away from it.
Reluctantly I sit up and grab her phone, Alice’s name flashes across the screen so I answer it, “Alice, my girl, how have you been?”
There is a pause on the phone before she says, “Kyle?”
“The one and only,” I love Alice, she’s such a cool chick, it’s such a shame she’s getting married.
“Is Jessica there?” she asks and I can picture the smile on her face.
“She is but I’m not sure how much sense she will make, I have fucked her senseless for the last forty-eight hours. She’s exhausted.” Jessica is trying in vain to get her phone off me but she can barely lift her arms up.
Alice chuckles down the line, “Hold the phone to her ear would you.”
“You got it,” leaning down I kiss Jessica on the forehead and tell her it’s Alice.
I place the phone up to her ear and try to listen in but I only get Jessica’s side of the conversation. “Hey…yeah…exhausted…I know right…tell me about it…fuck…shit…okay, yeah I’m coming.”
She waves her hand away and slowly gets up off the couch, walking out of the room. Jessica doesn’t tell me what’s going on and I notice Alice is still on the line so I decide to talk to her, “Are you trying to steal my sex mate from me? That’s not fair Alice, you had your chance with my body and you chose someone else.”
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sp; “Never, she deserves a good fuck after that dickhead boyfriend of hers dumped her, just don’t hurt her alright.”
“Nah, I won’t hurt her, she’s really cool.” Fucking amazing actually, so amazing that I never want to leave her apartment.
“Good, well she’s late for a family dinner with my parents so put your dick back in your pants and let her leave.”
“Fine,” I huff.
Hanging up, I walk into the bathroom to see Jessica is taking a quick shower, when I jump in behind her, she starts saying nope, nope, nope and jumps out.
“You can’t fuck me again tonight Kyle I have to leave,” she starts drying herself off and then runs into the bedroom.
I take a quick shower myself and then join her in the bedroom, looking for my own clothes.
Once I’m dressed, I meet Jessica out in the kitchen as she is grabbing her things, “Sorry Kyle, I have to go.”
“Yeah, just let me get my wallet and I’ll come with you,” that’s if I can find where I put the damn thing. I lost both my wallet and phone yesterday.
“What do you mean come with me?” she is frozen with her hand on the front door.
“To dinner, I’m starving,” I’m still rummaging around trying to find my things, they must be out here somewhere as I have been paying for our delivery food.
I find my phone in one of the kitchen drawers along with my keys but I don’t know where my wallet is.
“Kyle, you can’t come to dinner with me.”
I turn around to stare at her, “Why not?”
“Because I’m having dinner with my aunt and uncle, it’s not just a dinner with Alice. Some of my other cousins could be there too,” she’s looking at me suspiciously.
“So?” I don’t see what the big deal is, it’s just a dinner. Opening the fridge I grin in delight, my wallet is sitting right next to the milk.
No clue what it’s doing there but my brain has been all over the place this weekend, I’ve never had that much sex in a short space of time. It’s like some kind of a record.
Now that I have my things, I open the door for Jessica and walk outside into the hallway. She follows me out and locks up, “You can’t come with me.”
“Why not?” I ask again, highly offended this time.
“Because I don’t want you too,” she says and it’s like she just thrust a fucking knife in my chest.