by Ethan Egorov
My eyes literally roll back in my head, out of my control, as my head falls back too. I trail my hands down the hard muscles of his arms until he moves to drop another on me, it falls down the center of my chest and he kisses up my stomach before licking it away. I had no idea this could be so enjoyable, being eaten off of. I want to do the same to him, but he seems to have other plans. He takes another spoonful, but he eats it this time, his eyes trained on me as his lips purse out and then he leans in to kiss me, the cold liquid spilling into my mouth.
I jerk at the sudden cold feeling and then swallow it as it hits my throat before I kiss him back. In a haste, I undo his jeans and grab his cock, the hot flesh throbbing and growing harder in my hand. He rolls on another condom before I can even process it and then he is inside me in one hard thrust.
“Kit—” I cry out in shock, not expecting to feel him so fast.
He doesn’t even let me adjust before he starts fucking me hard. My breasts bob between us as I lean back on the counter, my ass slipping on the chair. I have to rely on him to keep me from falling, which isn’t that hard. He spreads my legs open, one thigh over his shoulder and the other stretched to the side. I look down at where we meet, where he disappears inside me and then pulls out over and over. Then I look at him and see his eyes blazing, his hair falling over his forehead as he drips with sweat.
I moan out loud the whole time, saying a bunch of stuff I never pictured myself saying, not so freely and assured at least. My body is so keyed up I barely notice my orgasm, it’s so silent and freeing that it over takes me. I see literal stars in the bright lights of the ceiling as I collapse, spent. I let him handle my body until he finishes, buried deep inside me as he comes.
“So, fucking good,” he kisses across my collarbone and then up to my lips.
I kiss him back greedily. I’m so hungry for him it would be impossible to avoid it. Our bodies connect the same way our minds do, like we just get each other. I kiss him as long as possible before my mouth actually hurts, and I can’t breathe.
“I wish I could stay here all night with you.” I exhale.
He chuckles and leans back, his cock slipping out of me. “Why can’t you?”
“I have to go to work. Like a normal person.” I giggle.
He shakes his head like he doesn’t approve. “Fuck. Can’t the kids teach themselves.” He kisses my cheek and inhales my hair falling over my face.
“Nope.” I laugh. He groans and pulls himself away from me.
“Fine. At least let me get you cleaned up.” His eyes glint with mischief and I know that just means he wants to have shower sex too.
Either one is fine with me.
11
Emily
I can hardly get out of bed the next morning. Mondays are always hard but it’s worse when you spent the night before having sex for hours.
My body is sore and tired, like I ran ten miles or something.
Still, for the sake of adult hood, I force myself up and to the bathroom, taking care of my morning routine before I traipse around for breakfast. It ends up being oatmeal as I plan things out for the day.
Most of the time, I have lesson plans written out for the duration of the year, but these kids are a bit different since they aren’t the same age and I don’t want the lesson to be too universal. Plus, their parents are very specific. It happens a lot with home school kids, I mean they are being home schooled for a reason. Anyway, I like to be prepared before I go so, I finish that and start getting ready.
My shower makes me think about Kit. For obvious reasons. Last night was amazing and I’m glad that he did all that for me. Now I know that it isn’t just the sex that’s great. It’s him. His quick wit and sense of humor, and he is also smart in his own way too. I guess it helps that he is drop dead gorgeous but that isn’t the only attribute that he has. I can tell that he likes me, and of course I like him too, but I’m still worried that this might be a phase for him. The whole one woman only thing. I’m worried that it won’t last as long as I want it to.
I put on jeans and a plain blue tee shirt before I tie my hair up, do some light makeup and head out. The first house I go to is farther out, and the others are closer to home, which is nice at the end of a long day. I talk to my dad’s nurse on the way and she updates me on how he is doing. He isn’t getting better, but he isn’t getting worse, so I am choosing my battles right now. It was only two years ago that he got sick, and the start of this year that I had to get him into the care facility, but time changes so quickly I can only guess what is next.
“You’re late.”
“I’m… early.” I half frown at the mom of the kid whose house I just got to. They don’t give me keys or anything, so I have to knock and be let in. She makes a confused face and then purses her red-lipsticked lips.
“Oh. Right. I was thinking of the house keeper.” She turns and shuffles away on her heels and I follow inside with a frown. The parents are much harder than the kids, for sure.
I feel bad for this one because his mom is such a bitch. It makes me think of what might have happened if my mom had stuck around. She probably would have just made my life harder, moping around about how much she didn’t want to be a mom. Dad didn’t tell me much about her, or how they met, and I know it is hard for him to talk about it but sometimes I wish I had answers.
“Finish this up. I’ll go make your snack.” I go off to the kitchen and start warming up pizza rolls when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it and smile to see a text from Kit.
Kit: Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?
Emily: Working.
I smirk and lean against the counter; I plan on using this five-minute break to its full effect. The math problem I left should take at least that long.
Kit: Teach me, hot teacher.
Emily: What do you want to learn?
Kit: All of your pleasure spots.
I laugh aloud and think he is absolutely insane. Luckily, I am far from the office where the dad works from home in.
Emily: That would take a while.
Kit: I’ve got nothing better to do. I want to see you tonight.
I think he is just exaggerating before I notice he doesn’t really do that. I thought most people early on don’t see each other two days in a row, but Kit seems to be defying that norm.
Emily: Okay.
Kit: I’ll come pick you up around five. I have something I want to show you.
Emily: Please tell me that something isn’t your penis.
I giggle to myself and he sends back multiple smiley faces and an eggplant.
Kit: Can’t promise that it’s not.
I grin and put my phone away right when the microwave goes off. Suddenly, I need this day to go as fast as possible.
I think I drive over the speed limit the entire way home because I’m so anxious. Kit doesn’t make me nervous since I am so comfortable around him, but he is unpredictable so that makes me anxious as hell. I have enough time freshen up and change into shorts before I hear him knock on the front door. I wonder why he didn’t just ring the doorbell.
“Hey,” I smile after swinging the door open. He grins and I step outside, noting how he peers in the door. It’s not that I don’t want him in the house, I just haven’t ever had anyone in there.
“Hey yourself.” He looks hot as ever in faded jeans and a white tee shirt. It wraps his muscles and contrasts his tanned skin perfectly; his blond hair is wind whipped and finger combed back like it usually is. My mouth actually waters at how irresistible he is.
“I like the shorts.” He steps forward, swarming me with his scent. I giggle as his fingers slide under the hem of the shorts that stop just under my ass. Their warmth catches on me when he grips me tightly and pulls me close, both his hands high up on my thighs.
“It’s hot today.” I murmur.
He grins and leans down to kiss me. I’m lucky I don’t have nosy neighbors that can see us kissing right on my front porch. His tongue swipes over my bott
om lip and he sucks harder, my head tilts back as the kiss deepens and my body floods with desire for him. He makes me feel so damn good it should be illegal, yet here he is. I twist my fingers up in his hair to hold him close to me, swiping my tongue over his too. I taste the mint of his breath and it tingles up against me. His body is so muscled and hard, pressed up against me. I feel his cock poke against my thing and moan against him as the kiss goes on until I lose air.
“We won’t make it out of here if you keep kissing me like that, baby.” Kit growls against me, panting the same air with me.
“You kissed me.” I giggle. I open my eyes and look deep into his, relishing how good his gaze makes me feel.
“Fair enough.” He licks his lips and pulls away but keeps his hands on my waist.
“I hope you’re hungry.” He grabs my hand and tugs me along to where his bike is parked at the end of the drive way.
“Starving.”
I put my helmet on and he still has to help me buckle it, that thing is tricky. And then I get on behind him and love every second of hanging onto him tightly. I don’t know why it is so easy to be wrapped up in him, literally. The steady beat of his heart against my cheek and his simple breathing relax me the way nothing ever has before. Everything that goes on in my life that’s unfair or hard just goes away when I am with him, and it’s just us. I don’t want it to hurt if we break up, but I already know that it will. If we make it that far.
Those thoughts get shoved from my mind when he stops in front of an old-fashioned looking diner. It has bright red lights and clear glass windows that show the big booths inside.
“This looks like it’s from a movie.” I grin.
“Maybe it is. I used to come here a lot.” He says.
I follow him in, and the male host leads us to our table, a circular booth facing the wall of televisions by the bar. I scoot in close to him and he rubs his thigh against mine on purpose. My bare legs are exposed and that heightens the sensation.
“What did you do all day?” I ask him as I scan the menu. I feel him staring at me as he doesn’t even look at the menu.
“Um, not much. Worked out. Got some shit done at the club.” His deep voice rumbles in the small space around us.
“Sounds fun.” I lie. He smirks at me and half turns in the chair, he props his elbow up behind us and twinkles his eyes at me.
“What were you doing?”
“You know what I was doing,” I giggle, “I was teaching.”
He licks his lips and trails his eyes down my body. There is nothing that exciting since I wore a tee shirt and jeans. His hand has busied itself with my thigh though, his palm burning a trail of fire up and down, over my knee and back up again.
“If I had a teacher as sexy as you, I’d never be paying attention.”
“I’m lucky I don’t teach high school then.” I laugh once.
“Or that you don’t have one of those long rulers to spank me with.”
I laugh again, “I didn’t take you for the spanking type.”
He licks his lips and grins down at me, “I guess we’ll have to find out.”
Before I can respond to that tantalizing argument, the server interrupts us. She eyes Kit the whole time and that explains why she interrupted our near kissing moment. I ignore that bout of jealousy and order my food, a burger and mozzarella sticks. And fries. I skipped lunch because I was so busy.
“If I ate like that, I’d still be fat.” Kit says, after he orders his steak and fries and the server leaves.
“You were fat?” I giggle once.
He tilts his head and half rolls his eyes, probably at revealing that fact about him by accident I’m assuming. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and my gaze droops to his crotch, force of habit I assume. After some scrolling, he shows me a picture of himself at least five years younger and fifty pounds heavier.
“That’s not fat. Maybe just chubby.” I take the phone and zoom in on his chubby cheeks. It explains the dimple he gets when he smiles.
“Well, the school didn’t think so.” He takes it back and feigns a frown. I laugh at his cute expression but feel bad for him inside. High school can be no fun sometimes.
“Sorry about that.” I hug him from the side and kiss his cheek. He flashes a wolffish grin and hugs his arm around me.
“That’s okay. I joined the football team the next year and I’ve been hot ever since.” He sighs.
“Well, I’d date you even if you didn’t have washboard abs.” I slide my hand down his stomach and he groans under his breath.
“Glad to hear that.” He kisses my cheek and then dusts his lips over mine in a chaste kiss. “I’m glad we’re spending time together.” He says.
I lick my lips and nod, “Me too.”
We sit like that as we watch the soundless televisions, exchanging small conversation. It’s mostly endless flirting but it occupies me until the food comes and I don’t even feel weird about eating like a pig in front of him. He just laughs when I get burger sauce all over my mouth. It’s like we’re friends who are also attracted to each other, which makes things easier.
“What is this thing you wanted to show me?” I ask when we are halfway through the meal.
He chuckles, “I already told you.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Kit.” I have seen his penis numerous times; it isn’t worthy of a surprise anymore.
“Can’t you be patient and wait for the surprise?” He feigns exasperation and keeps eating.
I chew on a mozzarella stick and give up, I guess I’ll just have to wait.
12
Kit
I stare at Emily like I’ve never seen a woman before. I feel like I do that often, but with her it’s like I forget someone could be as amazing as her every time. She’s got burger sauce on her mouth again, but I leave it this time because it’s funny to look at. She’s so damn cute and sexy at the same time, I don’t know which way to feel. All I know is that she makes me happy, and it isn’t a temporary feeling.
“You want dessert?” I ask her.
“No, I’m watching my weight.” She leans back, after wiping both her plates clean. I laugh at her and find it refreshing that she isn’t only eating green shit with no dressing. I may spend very little time with women outside of the bedroom, but I have tried the actual date thing. I got tired of them watching me eat after their mini salad was gone. It’s not like I only went after those kinds of women either, there were some wholesome ones mixed in there. But it was still the same thing. Like they didn’t want me to see all of them. Emily lets me see all of her and doesn’t apologize for it.
“Yeah right.” When the server comes back, I order us a sundae. She gives me a funny look and I guess it’s because I’m ignoring everything else that’s going on in the room. Nothing could take my attention away from Emily.
“I’m gonna get fat if you keep treating me to all this food.” She sighs and slurps at her iced tea.
I snicker, “You can come to the gym with me if you’re so worried. Not like I would care either way.” I squeeze her thigh and lean in to kiss her cheek.
“No way. I bet you work out like a maniac. How else would you look like that?” She giggles. I smile at her and press my lips to her cheek again. Her skin is so soft, and she smells like a human candy drop, I can’t get enough of her. I thought about her all day too.
“That’s true. But we can get hot and sweaty in other ways.” I slip her hair back over her shoulder and trail my lips up her neck, nibbling at the skin under her ear. I try not to leave a hickey, though; I don’t want to mess up her work professionalism or whatever.
“Mhm.” She leans her neck back and then gasps, pulling away. I look up to see it’s because the server came back with our sundae.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed; she’s been imagining doing that to me since we sat down.” I laugh. Emily giggles and shakes her head, dipping her spoon into the ice cream.
“I didn’t think you noticed.” She murmurs. I eat a sp
oonful and wince at the cold.
“I always notice. But I’ve only got eyes for you.” I wink at her.
She looks at me like she doesn’t believe me and then takes another spoonful.
“Why?” She asks in a curious tone.
I chuckle, “Because I like you. I think you’re amazing. And gorgeous.”
“What if I had moles?”
I laugh, “I’d take you to a dermatologist. My sister works at a really good clinic.” I grin at her and she laughs softly.
“Oh my god, that’s not what I meant.”
“Do you feel like you don’t get male attention easily?” I ask her. Not that I even want other guys looking at her. We eat more ice cream and she avoids answering.
“I don’t think so. In college it was more like a rite of passage. If you were at a party and felt like you had to go home with someone.”
“Well, you’re not just anyone, Emily. In fact, all I wanted to do was go home alone until you showed up. I… want this to be a real thing with you.” I say honestly. She looks up at me with her big blue eyes, open and staring wide at me.
“Me too.” She smirks and goes back to eating. I half watch her out of the corner of my eye and then decide I’ve had enough.
“Does the ice cream bring back any memories for you?” I ask her. I drink water and then lean in closer to her, burying my nose in her hair and then trailing along to her jaw. Her breath catches before she releases it all at once.
“Maybe.” She giggles.
I pull back and grin at her. I grab her thigh with my left hand and lean the other over to trap her in the space, hovering over her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever eat ice cream normally again. But I know I want to eat some other stuff off you.” I lick my lips and smile at her.