soft this morning. He pushes my lips open with his tongue and shifts so he’s resting on top of me. I moan into his mouth and give in. It’s no use. He knows I want him. I grind myself against his cock, which is already hard and ready, rubbing us together like we’re trying to start a fire.
“I don’t have a condom,” he informs me. “Wait.”
He kisses me once more before getting naked out of bed. When he returns he’s got his condom already on. I open my legs for him and he falls down between them. Grasping himself in his hand, he rubs the head of his penis over my opening enticingly. When I’m ready for him he gently begins to fill me. It hurts at first, a slight sharp sting, but the further in he pushes the better he feels. He moves so he’s top of me, smashing me into the mattress with his body weight. I can’t move anything but my hands. I place them on his back as he stretches my tightness. I dig my nails into his flesh and kiss the side of his face, moaning in his ear as he pulls out suddenly, and then pushes in painstakingly slowly, giving me more of him than he ever has. He groans into my neck and picks up speed.
“I have to pick up Becca.”
He doesn’t respond verbally. He shuts me up with his lips. He kisses me passionately, consuming me as his hips pick up on a perfect intoxicating rhythm. I open my legs wider and he shoves into me with a satisfied gasp I can feel all the way in his chest. I can taste him, feel him, and touch him.
Kent is everywhere.
Something starts to build inside of me; this profound ache that needs release. Kent must know it because he changes pace, circling his hips so he can hit that spot over and over again. I am a moaning mess beneath him, scraping my nails down his back and through his hair, holding onto his arms like he’s going to disappear if I let go of him.
When my end comes it is swift and merciless. I clench around him and go still, my eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm breaks me in half. My wings are ablaze as I tumble toward earth, reaching for the sun. When I come down he’s staring at my face with nothing but dark dirty wonder all over his. He thrusts into me once more before he finds his own orgasm. I reach up and grasp his face as he squeezes his eyes shut and exhales deeply, like he can’t be bothered to breathe.
He opens his eyes and catches his breath. Then he looks down at me with a crooked grin once he composes himself. “Sorry about last night.”
“I’m not.” I can’t stop touching him. I slide my hands over his shoulders and down his back. “I liked having you in my mouth.”
“Rain,” he warns. “Go pick up your sister and stop taking advantage of me.” I laugh in disbelief. He bends down to kiss my cheek, whispering in my ear, “Please don’t let her get in your head. I need this, baby. I need it more than anything. You’re allowed to want me. You’re allowed to try.”
Right now I don’t think anything could change my mind. I look into his eyes and let the darkness swallow me. “So you’re falling for me?”
“I said that?” He smiles timidly.
“You did.” Butterflies swarm in my stomach.
“I think I already fell, Rain.” He frowns. “I fell so damn hard I haven’t been able to get up since. I don’t want to get up.” And then, as if he didn’t just leave me completely bereft of breath, he touches my eye. “You’re so bruised.”
I forgot about my face. “I have to go.”
I run into the bathroom with a towel and pause in front of the mirror. My left eye is rimmed in purple and swollen around my temple. My cheek is red and tender. My bottom lip has a split right down the middle and is raw and raised painfully. Seeing my face makes the effects of Kent’s lips and touch disappear. Pain invades my body. Even my ribs hurt. There isn’t any bruising over them but my side aches as I move into the shower. I wash myself quickly and then get out soaking wet to brush my teeth. In a rush I run back to my room, ignore naked Kent stretched