fell into his mouth was like a gift, pushing him further to get more and more. The greedier he got for it, the louder Kaylee became, until the faucet turned wide open, and pulse after pulse, Ashton got his drink.
He slowly kissed his way back up her body, stopping to pay special attention to the perky mounds that waited for him there. The peaks were so rosy and swollen, he had to give them some relief by licking and nipping at him. When Kaylee couldn't take the sensation anymore, she pulled him back up to her lips and kissed the breath out of him.
"Wow," was all he could say when he came up for air.
"You took the words out of my mouth," she panted. "Now, let's see what kind of pleasure I can bring you." She softly ran her hand up and down his torso, going lower each time, until her hand fell on his straining shaft.
She positioned herself on her knees, between his legs and bent over to kiss the member she was holding. Looking up to see Ashton watching her through heavily-lidded eyes, she changed her course and kissed his pelvis, blowing hot air as she went past his engorged shaft. He moaned in anticipation, hoping that her teasing wouldn't last much longer.
Kaylee felt him hardening in her hand each time she teasingly passed him up for a kiss on another part of his body. When she didn't think it was possible for him to get any harder, she finally stopped her pleasant torture and went for the main attraction. Ashton groaned and twitched in appreciation.
She let her mouth and tongue move freely over Ashton, while her hand added to his pleasure. Before he had time to warn her, he erupted into her hot mouth. She didn't seem surprised at all. He felt like a teenager again, not able to control himself.
Kaylee smiled and wiped off the corner of her mouth, then laid back down next to Ashton. He kissed her with all he had, not even caring about what she just had in her mouth.
She snaked her hand back down, surprised to find that he hadn't deflated at all. She rolled onto her back and with her hands on his hips, rolled him on top of her. She could feel his manhood digging into her hip, and she couldn't wait to feel him inside of her.
"Please, Ashton, I love you. Make love to me," she begged breathlessly.
"I love you too," he whispered, as he positioned himself at her entrance. He moved slightly, barely entering her, but then he stopped. A pained look crossed his face just before he rolled away from her.
"What are you doing, are you okay?" she asked, almost in a panic.
"I can't do this right now," he said through gritted teeth.
Kaylee looked down at his still erect member. "It doesn't look like there's a problem to me," she said, her emotions all over the place.
"Not physically I can't, but I just can't, alright?" Ashton was getting angry. Why wasn't she understanding what he was saying?
"No, not alright. This is the second time you've turned me down. What the hell is wrong with me that you can't make love to me, but yet you never turned down any other girl!" she yelled at him, as she scrambled off the bed, hastily getting dressed.
Ashton sat there on the bed, looking at her in shock.
"Oh, I get it. I'm just not good enough. Well fuck you! You lost your chance. You'll never touch me again. Now get out of my room!"
She stood looking at him. He didn't move.
"Fine. I'll be the one to go!"
Her words scathed the man sitting at the edge of her bed with his head in his hands. Not even the sound of the door slamming got him to look up. He couldn't look up. The tears in his eyes wouldn't let him.
Kaylee sat in the kitchen wearing a bright pink satin camisole and bright yellow sweat shorts. She hadn't looked at the clothes she was putting on when she got dressed, she just threw on whatever she could find.
She silently stewed, with her only companion being a glass of grape juice and a bottle of vodka. She knew it was only a matter of time before the anger wore off and the hurt moved in. She just hoped she was drunk and numb enough before the tears came.
And that was how Noah found her, somewhere in the middle. Without a word, Kaylee got