by Marci Bolden
“Then you have to set the table,” I pointed out.
“I’m good with that.”
“Whatever,” I said.
Kate tore a sheet loose from a pad of paper on the counter and handed it to me. “Oh, let me get you some money.”
“Don’t forget the beer,” Justin called after me.
Kate and I walked into the living room, where her purse was on the sofa.
“I tried.” She dug into her bag.
“Are you wearing panties?”
She glanced up at me and cocked a teasing brow. “What do you think?”
“Fuck,” I breathed as she pulled out her wallet.
I glanced at the kitchen and found Justin was still in there. I grabbed Kate by the elbow and pulled her farther into the room so he couldn’t see if he poked his head out.
“No,” she said, but I slid my hand down the front of her skirt, stretching the elastic waistband as I slid a finger along her slit. She was wet, and I slipped my finger inside her, just for a moment, before pulling back.
I held her gaze as I lifted my hand to my face and smelled her moisture before sucking my finger clean. “You taste like heaven.”
She bit her lip as she shoved some cash in my hand. “Later. Go.” She smirked. “And don’t forget the beer.”
After dinner, Justin, Kate, and I sat around the table talking about our plans. I hadn’t told Kate about the job in California, but Justin bragged about it like I’d actually been offered the position.
She lifted her wineglass in a toast and smiled. “Very nice, Kyle. Congratulations.”
“I haven’t landed it yet.”
“You will.” She sounded sincere.
I filled my glass from the wine bottle we’d opened. “Well, I’m not sure about the West Coast anyway. I like it here, you know. Minneapolis, Chicago.”
“Shit.” Justin laughed. “You should hear him bitch about the cold weather all winter.”
“Yeah, well.” I sighed. “That doesn’t mean I don’t like it the rest of the time.”
Kate laughed softly. “Well, you should try California out, and if it doesn’t work, you can always come back. You shouldn’t pass on an opportunity. Minneapolis will always be here.”
Minneapolis would always be here? Or she would always be here?
I looked at Justin, thankful for the distraction, when his phone rang. He answered it as he stood and started up the stairs. It was clearly Melody, the girl he’d been dating for the last few months.
Kate and I were still until we heard his bedroom door close. Once we knew he was upstairs, secure in his room, I leaned forward and pulled her to me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I was still hot from the quick taste I’d gotten of her earlier.
She pulled back and lifted her gaze enough to look at me. “You need to go to California.”
“I don’t want to talk about that now.”
“Listen to me. Don’t start your life out by passing up new things.”
“Kate—”
She pulled my hand from her head. “You are always welcome to come back here, Kyle. If California doesn’t work, you can come back, but you have to give it a chance.”
“I haven’t even gotten an offer.”
“Justin thinks it will come.”
“Justin feels guilty because he’s got his shit lined up and I’m still hanging.”
She downed what was in her glass and then picked up her plate as she stood. I followed her, carrying the rest of the dirty dishes. She was putting her plate in the sink when I pressed my chest to her back as I set Justin’s and my dishes on top of hers.
I inhaled the scent of her hair and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck.
She turned around and looked up at me. “This isn’t the reason you’re hesitant, is it?”
“What?”
“Us.” She sighed when I didn’t answer. Sliding from between me and the counter, she walked to the stove and started gathering pans. “This isn’t a permanent relationship.” She kept her voice quiet so Justin wouldn’t hear if he came back downstairs. “This isn’t something that you base your future on.”
“I know that.”
She eased the pans in the sink. “Do you? Because it seems like you’re considering passing on a great job in a great location to be here.”
“You say that like ‘here’ is nowhere. There are endless opportunities in Minneapolis.”
She ran water over the dishes before looking out into the living area. “Kyle, I need you to know that if you come here, if you decide to stay with me, it wouldn’t be forever. Living with me wouldn’t be forever. Fucking me wouldn’t be forever. I care about you, you know that I do, but not in a way that I would risk losing everything. And by everything, I mean my son. I’ve already told you that.”
“I’m not asking you to, Kate. I know Justin couldn’t deal with this.”
“Then what are you thinking? If you come here, what do you think will happen?”
I sighed in response. I was not enjoying the glimpse of reality she was handing me.
“Honey.” She put her hand to my chest. “It was just sex. You knew that. We both knew that.”
I grinned. “It was really great sex.”
“Yes.” She chuckled. “It was.”
I glanced back and found the living area empty. I grabbed her hand and pulled her outside to that place that was hidden from view.
I pushed her back to the wall and kissed her hard. She kissed me back and then put her hand on my face as she looked up at me.
“Change is hard, but we knew this was coming. I want you to take the job if they offer it. I want you to go places, Kyle. Do things.” She grinned. “Fuck some hippie chick on the beach at sunset.”
I laughed softly. “I kinda want that too.”
“So do it.” Her teasing smile faded, and she leaned up and kissed me softly. “You can always come back. Temporarily.”
I put my lips to hers again. This time, I grabbed her skirt and gathered it up until I could slip my hand beneath it. I lifted her thigh and wrapped her leg behind me, opening her up to me.
I put a hand between us and rolled her clit as she moaned against me. It was almost dark and was getting chilly out. Her nipples were hard, and I felt them against my chest as she leaned into me.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she breathed.
“He’ll be on the phone for a while.” I lowered my mouth to her neck.
“Come see me tonight.”
“I will.” I plunged two fingers into her. I finger-fucked her until she was panting heavily, and then I dropped down and put her leg over my shoulder. I buried my face in her and ate her until she moaned and I tasted her come.
I wanted to fuck her right then, but I knew that was pushing the time limits. While Justin and his girlfriend were still in the can’t-get-enough-of-you phase, I didn’t know how long they’d really be on the phone, and Kate and I had already blown through about twenty minutes.
I leaned back and dropped her skirt. She took several breaths before opening her eyes and grinning. She stroked me through my jeans and kissed my cheek.
“You may want to calm down before coming in.” She went into the house, leaving me standing there with a raging hard-on and pussy juice all over my face.
Eric invited Justin and me over that night. He was having another party and wanted us to join him. He made a point of telling Justin it was going to be packed and I might not want to go, but he wanted to invite me anyway. It was the perfect opportunity to be alone with Kate, so I silently thanked Eric as I declined.
Justin was gone about five minutes before I looked at Kate and nodded toward the door. She grinned and followed me out of the room. We left the movie playing in the den and went into the living room, where I looked out the window at the driveway.
I’m not going to lie. Having the added risk of getting busted by Justin added some extra heat to fucking Kate. I knew I was risking more than being grounded by my parents if we g
ot caught. It added an intensity that was impossible to resist.
“He’s gone.” I put my mouth to her neck.
“What if he comes back?”
I turned her to the window. “Keep an eye out.”
I tugged her shirt up enough that I could push her bra aside and pinch her nipple gently as she pressed her ass back against my cock. As she stood in the window, watching for cars, I dropped my pants and lifted her skirt.
“Somebody could see us,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“My God.” She pressed her palms against the windowsill and bent over as she stepped her feet far apart.
I took a moment to admire her ass in the dim light, and then I guided my dick into her.
She almost came right then. She moaned as I filled her, and I knew fucking in the window was having the same effect on her. I moved slowly, but each thrust was hard and every roll of her hips sent me deeper.
She stiffened when a car approached. The vehicle kept going rather than pulling into the driveway. That was enough to excite her though, and she bucked back. I reached between her legs and pressed on her clit, causing her to moan and thrash again. When another car rolled by, she tensed again.
“Mmm.” I sighed. “I’d almost forgotten how much the idea of being watched turns you on.”
She laughed softly, but it ended with a gasp when I rammed into her. I pulled back slowly, slammed in again, and felt her muscles quiver around me. I pulled from her before she could finish, and she groaned. I tugged my T-shirt over my head and dropped it and then followed with hers. She started to protest, but I had her shirt off before she could get the words out.
“Think of it, Kate,” I whispered against her ear. “The neighbors hiding in the shadows, peering in and watching us right now.” Her face was hidden by shadows, but she drew a slow breath. I pushed her skirt down and released the clasp of her bra so her tits could fall free. “Let them see you.”
I knew there was no one out there. So did she, but the scene was set, and it excited us both. She bent forward again, naked in the darkness of the room, looking out on a dimly lit vacant street. I gripped her tits as I fucked her. She was crying out within minutes, thrashing violently against me as I slammed hard into her.
After we had Easter lunch with Kate’s family, Justin and I packed up our stuff to head back to Chicago. Kate hugged Justin and then put a hand to my face as he grabbed his bag. I was a bit stunned by her show of affection in front of him.
“Remember what we talked about,” she said. “I really don’t want you to regret whatever you decide.”
I nodded. “I will. Thanks. And thanks for always letting that jackass bring me home with him.”
“Thanks for coming.” She hugged me tight. Then she whispered in my ear, “Over and over and over.”
I chuckled as I leaned back. I wished I could kiss her, but that would have been even more suspicious. Instead, I took her hand and squeezed it tight. “I’ll see you at graduation, right?”
“You sure will.” She gave me a wink.
I glanced back as I climbed into Justin’s car and again fought the urge to stay.
I waved as he backed his car out of the driveway. I was sad leaving the house, knowing it would probably be a long time before I returned. I had some great memories there, and not all of them were about sex. I felt a bond with Kate, something that I would never have with anyone else. I hoped she felt it too.
16
Graduation sneaked up on me like a ninja.
I had been offered, and had accepted, the position in California. Kate’s words had played around in my head long enough that by the time the offer came in, I knew I’d take it.
She’d been right when she said there could be nothing long-term between us and that throwing away the opportunity of a lifetime would have been stupid.
Though our calls had decreased in frequency and sexual intensity, I called her as soon as I accepted the job. She was the first to know. I also told her that I wanted some time alone with her when she came in for graduation.
Justin and Melody had dinner with Kate when she arrived, but Kate texted me when she got back to her hotel and gave me her room information.
I showed up at her door half an hour later. She answered my knock wearing a black bra, panties, and a pair of stilettos. I was pretty sure it was the same set and shoes she’d worn when we’d had sex at the rental house in Minneapolis.
“Hey,” she said in a soft, purring tone.
“You are so fucking sexy.” I pulled her to me, covered her mouth with mine, and kicked the door closed behind me. With my arms around her waist, I lifted her feet off the floor and carried her to the bed. I immediately noticed a bottle of lube and towels on the nightstand.
I’d known this would probably be our last time together. I wanted it to be the best, and apparently she did as well. As soon as I laid her back, she started tugging my T-shirt up. I leaned back enough to remove it, and she went to work on my jeans. I pushed the pants down, and she reached for my dick. It was already hard, but as soon as she sucked it into her mouth, it grew even stiffer.
She practically swallowed me as she dug her nails into my skin. She was letting me know without saying it that she was in the mood for some rough play. I grabbed her hair and used it to hold her head as I fucked her face. I thrust my cock into her mouth as deep as it would go, feeling her moans on my cockhead and all the way down to my balls.
When her assault on my dick started to be too much, I pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at me, and then I pushed her back on the bed. She lay there as I yanked her panties off and dove between her legs to taste her.
Her hands went to my head, much as I had done, grasping my hair as she humped my face. Only I didn’t stop until she came. She didn’t have a chance to relax. I pulled her off the bed, turned her over, and pushed her down until her ass was sticking up and her face was planted in the mattress.
This was one of my favorite ways to fuck her. In a submissive position that gave me all the control, even though we both knew she was the one who really dictated what went on when we were together.
I grabbed the lube and squirted it over her ass, watching her squirm when the cool liquid slid down her. I had learned early on that she liked it rough and without apologies, so as soon as I spread the lube over her, I plunged a finger all the way into her ass.
She gasped and then moved her hips, grinding into my hand.
“I love how you always know what I want.” She moaned when I pushed another finger into her.
“I love giving you what you want.” I moved my fingers around, stretching her. Finally I pulled them out and wiped them on a towel. She had been rubbing her clit and was on the verge of coming, so when I thrust my dick into her pussy, she cried out. I fucked her a few times, hard and deep, and then pulled out.
I pushed my dick back into her ass gently at first, letting her body slowly accept me, but once I was in, I moved faster. Kate panted and whimpered as I started thrusting. I reached around, grabbed her tits, squeezed them hard, and then rolled her nipples roughly between my fingers.
Her ass was hot and tight, and she was bucking back into me. I had jacked off earlier—knowing I was going to fuck her was more than my morning wood could bear—but even so, I wasn’t going to last long with the sensations she was sending through me.
I pulled my hand back and swatted her ass, which caused her to jolt. “You’d better take it easy unless you want me to come right now.”
“Oh, God.” She moaned and gyrated harder. “Come in me, Kyle. Come in my ass.”
“Goddamn it, Kate.” I grunted and rammed into her.
She cried out as she came, and her ass muscles rippled over my dick like it was trying to suck the fluid from me. I dug my hands into her hips, holding her tight enough that she reached back and grabbed one of my hands. I eased my hold and plunged into her again.
This time, hot liquid rushed from my cock and into her ass. We both grunte
d and groaned and then collapsed on the bed.
She panted several times before she smiled at me. “Hi,” she said breathlessly.
I laughed as much as I could in my physical exhaustion. “Hi.”
We crawled out of the bed and got into the shower. I washed her like I had done so many times before, letting my hands roam over her body and slip through her hair. After we dried off, we pulled the covers back on the bed and stretched out together.
“Can you stay?” she asked.
I knew I shouldn’t. My parents were in and wanted to meet for breakfast before all the graduation ceremonies began, but I couldn’t have refused her if I had wanted to. I didn’t want to. “Of course.”
She traced my jawline and smiled slightly. “Good. I wanted one more night with you.”
“It’s not too late, you know. I haven’t started the new job yet.”
She shook her head. “No. You’re going.”
I swallowed hard and knew as well as she did this was probably our last night together. I sighed heavily as I felt it sinking in. Really sinking in. This was the end for us.
“Hey.” Her sultry voice pulled me from my thoughts. “I have something for you.”
I watched her hop from the bed. She grabbed a box that was leaning against the dresser and handed it to me. I opened it and tipped it until a canvas slid out enough for me to pull it out. I smiled as I looked over a painting.
“A Kate Ellis original.” She sounded a little nervous. “I thought of you when I was painting it. I thought you might like it.”
“I do.” It was a couple in an erotic embrace. The woman, with bright red hair, had her head thrown back as the man pressed his mouth into her neck. Her hand, topped with red nails, dug into him—one into his upper arm, the other threaded in his dark hair. It had a cubist look to it—the lines were blocky and the colors were bright—but it was still sexy. It was definitely not her usual work. It was like she’d stepped outside of her comfort zone in order to make this. It was bright, daring, and erotic. Everything about it represented what we’d been together.
