I open my eyes and look down my body to where Kyle’s head is nestled between my legs, his sapphire eyes piercing through his dimly lit bedroom as he gazes up at me, watching me.
I come undone under his intense gaze, shaking, and shuddering as my climax courses through me, a moan escapes my lips, my breaths coming out sharp and shallow.
Kyle doesn’t stop licking me, instead, he lets me ride out my release on his tongue. As my breathing evens out and the tremors begin to subside, Kyle pulls away, licking his lips. He stands up and towers over me before kneeling on the bed above me, his knees either side of my legs. He grips my waist and slides me up to the center of the bed so that my head is resting on the pillows.
He bends down and kisses me deeply, I can taste myself on his lips, something that I would never have thought so erotic.
He leans over me to reach into the nightstand draw for what I assume is a condom. He sits back on his heels as he undoes his belt, the button and then the fly of his trousers, sliding them down his legs, kicking them off, his socks and shoes go too and he is left in just his boxers, his erection pressing against the thin dark fabric.
He pulls his boxers down and his cock springs free, long, and thick. He tugs them off, leaving him completely naked. He tears the condom wrapper and pulls it out, sliding it down his long length. Kyle widens my legs so that he’s positioned between them as they begin to tremble with nerves.
I try my hardest to shake the memory of what happened the last time, trying to concentrate solely on Kyle and as if sensing the memories that fill my mind, Kyle leans over me, his forearms either side of my head as he lowers himself down, resting his forehead against mine.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Just focus on me, nothing else, no one else.” His lips touch mine. “I want to erase that bastard from your memory. As far as I’m concerned, this is your first time, here, with me.” He kisses me again. “I won’t force you into anything, you just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“I want this. I want you, more than anything.”
“I’ll go slow, okay?”
I nod. He pulls back slightly, as he brings his tip to my entrance. He moves his hand between my legs, circling my clit with his finger as he slowly slides himself inside me, inching in, stretching me. He lets out a low moan, never taking his eyes off mine.
A small gasp falls from my lips. I feel so full. Once he’s fully inside me he steadies, allowing me to adjust to his size, before pulling out slowly and sliding back in, over and over. He growls deeply, I can tell it is taking everything within him to restrain himself.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice deep and shaky.
“I’m perfect.” With that, he begins to thrust a little faster.
Kyle grips my hips with one hand while resting his weight on the other as he continues to pump into me, a thin sheen of sweat begins to form on his forehead, he’s breathing out hard uneven breaths, grunting each time he thrusts into me, every sound he makes sends a jolt of electricity to my clit. Short gasps and whimpers escape my lips as I climb higher and higher.
He must feel that I’m close to my orgasm as he leans down, his lips grazing my ear. “I want you to come, Hayley. Come for me,” he commands in a whisper, the pace of his thrusts get faster and harder.
I cry out his name as my orgasm rips through me, more intense this time than the first. My body shuddering as it spreads out through my body like a ripple in pond, waves of pleasure working their way to my fingers and down to my toes.
After a few more thrusts, Kyle follows me over the edge, pulsing inside me. His thrusts slow as he collapses on top of me, his face buried in my neck, breathing heavily. “Fuck,” he mumbles against my skin.
We stay locked together this way until our breathing begins to slow and my heart rate steadies. He pulls out of me carefully and climbs off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. He appears a few moments later and climbs back into bed beside me, pulling up the sheets to cover our spent, naked bodies.
He wraps me in his arms, and I rest my head against his chest.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
I look up at him and smile. I roll over onto my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows and look down at him. “I’m great. That was...” I trail off.
He cuts me off by crushing his lips to mine, bringing his hand to my face, holding me close, deepening the kiss. “You were amazing... are amazing,” he says against my lips.
I pull back. “I’m glad my first time could be with you.”
Tonight, in a way, was my first time. It was the first time that I wanted to do it, the first time I had a choice. All I had known of sex until tonight was pain, fear and shame, Kyle had changed all of that.
I rest my head back on his chest, and let my eyes flutter closed, the pull of sleep looming. I feel Kyle press his lips to the top my head, his arms tightening around me slightly, and before I know it, I drift into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
Chapter 17
Hayley
I’m roused from sleep by the sound of a gentle snore behind me, Kyle’s lips just behind my ear, his warm breath wafting strands of my dishevelled hair across my face.
A smile spreads across my face, a smile of contentment and happiness. If it were up to me, I’d stay curled up in Kyle all day, being woken up the same way every morning.
I’d be lying if I said I wanted to leave because I don’t. Even after everything that has happened over the past few days, I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, in this suite with this man, this beautiful, complicated man, just the two of us, locked away in this little bubble we’ve created.
Kyle is where I want to be. But I know it can’t last.
The two of us have made progress over the past few days, but I need to go back home, back to my friends and my job. I just don’t know how to bring up the subject to Kyle.
I know he won’t want me to go, but he was the one that let me go, giving me a choice to stay or leave, and I chose to stay with him.
Memories from last night flood my mind, a pang of pleasure radiates through me with the thought of Kyle’s hands on me, touching, caressing, his fingers teasing the most intimate parts of my body, his mouth tasting me, exploring me.
I try to move but I can’t, a heavy arm is draped over me. Never in my life have I woken up next to someone, but after just one taste of it, I’m not sure I’m ever going to be okay with waking up alone in my own bed again.
I carefully lift his arm off me so I can manoeuvre out from under it.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Kyle groans, pulling my body back towards him. He wraps his arm even tighter around me, burying his nose in my hair, breathing me in.
“I need to get up,” I protest.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He rolls me on top of him and presses his lips to mine.
I pull away. “What are you doing? I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
He offers me a smirk. “I don’t care.” He kisses me again. He rolls us back over so he’s hovering above me, my knees either side of his hips.
I trace my fingers over his body, across his shoulders, over his wide chest, down his abdomen and around to the firm curve of his ass and back up to his face, which is prickly from a light dusting of stubble that covers his jaw, all the while, he watches me, his eyes never straying from mine.
I sigh. “I could stay like this forever.”
“That can be arranged. We could get people to bring us food...” he trails off. I let out a laugh and he joins in.
He rolls off me and out of bed, making his way to the dresser, totally unabashed by his nakedness. He pulls on a fresh pair of boxers before tugging on a pair of faded blue jeans.
“Could you hand me my, um...” I point to my panties, lying discarded on the floor next to the bed.
The corner of Kyle’s mouth curves up in a smirk. “Your... what?” He feigns ignorance. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.
“My... panties! Can you please hand me the
m?” Heat spreads across my cheeks.
Kyle walks towards me, bending down and picks them up off the floor by the bed. “You mean these?” A smug smile has now spread across the entirety of his face.
“Yes those!”
He brings them up to his face, balling them up in his fist, inhaling deeply. My cheeks flush red hot. How can something so embarrassing be so incredibly sexy at the same time?
My body begins to hum again.
“Why don’t you come get them?” he asks playfully as he backs away from the bed, knowing full well I’m naked, save for the thin sheet covering me, and in order to collect my underwear, I have to leave it behind.
“Kyle, come on, please.”
“Come get them,” he challenges. He leans up against the wall, by the door, waiting for me.
I pull the sheet tighter to my body and wrench it off the bed, untucking if from the mattress, wrapping it around my body and walk towards Kyle.
“Now that’s cheating,” he groans. I reach for my underwear in his hand, but he pulls it away quicker. “Lose the sheet.”
I shake my head.
He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, I can feel his arousal, hard against my belly. Heat begins to build between my legs. He kisses his way down my jaw to my neck, palming my ass through the fabric. “Lose. The. Sheet,” he orders between his kisses.
I slowly begin to release my grasp and it falls to the floor, pooling around my feet.
“Now that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He spins me around and presses me against the wall. He begins to kneel down, taking his time working his way down my body, peppering kisses on my jaw, my neck, my chest, each of my breasts, and over my belly, before he finally settles on his knees in front of me.
The familiar ache begins to build and heat pools between my legs, butterflies doing flips in my belly. His mouth inches closer and closer until he’s there, his tongue finding my clit, licking me. My fingers grip his hair firmly as he devours me. It doesn’t take long for my climax to take hold, tearing through my body just as strongly as it had done last night.
He takes each of my feet and places them through the holes of my panties, sliding them up my legs.
“Mmm,” he moans, licking his lips as he rises back up onto his feet, peering down at me. His face shifts into a mischievous grin.
“What?” I giggle.
“Yesterday morning when I was showering, I saw you watching me.”
“Oh my God.” Heat spreads across my face. I’m mortified.
He laughs. “You thought I couldn’t see you, but I could, saw your reflection in the mirror.”
“I’m so sorry.” I cover my face with my hands to hide my embarrassment.
He pulls my hands away from my face and smirks. “Don’t be, I’m glad you enjoyed the show.” His mouth comes down on mine, the kiss tender and sweet, unhurried.
I pull back just enough to rest my forehead on his, my hands clasped in his. “Kyle… I have to go back to work.”
“What?”
“I'm pushing my luck as it is, asking to have time off at such short notice, I need to work.”
“Fine.” He releases my hands and backs away sharply. And just like that, it’s as if someone’s flipped a switch in him.
“Kyle, come on.”
“Whatever,” he dismisses, pulling out a crisp white t shirt from the dresser, pulling it on.
I fold my arms over my naked chest, suddenly feeling somewhat self-conscious. “Kyle. I have a life, I can’t just put it on hold any longer.”
“Then go, I won’t stop you.”
“Why are you being like this after last night? Did it mean nothing to you?” I ask.
“Well, clearly it meant nothing to you,” he snaps. “Can’t get out of here fast enough.”
“Kyle, you know that’s not true,” I sigh.
“Then why are you so fast to leave?” His voice comes out strained, hurt.
“Because I have a job, I need to get back to it, besides, only a couple of nights ago you gave me the choice of staying or leaving, and I stayed.”
“Fuck that! That was then.” He marches towards me, placing his hands either side of my head against the wall, towering over me. “I do not release you from this deal, you understand? You still have two days until it’s over, you’re fucking staying.”
“Kyle don’t be like this, not after last night, not after what we did. I thought we were moving forward, I thought we were past this stupid deal, this stupid game. I guess I was wrong. You’re not who I thought you were after all.” I duck under his arm and head for the bathroom, but I stop just inside the doorway and turn back to Kyle. “Just for the record, last night was the best night of my life. It meant something to me, I just wish I could say the same for you.”
I storm into the bathroom and slam the door behind me. I lean against the sink, staring into the mirror in front of me as tears begin to fall down my face.
Why is he acting like this? Why does he have to be so cruel, especially after last night?
I switch on the shower and pull my panties back down before stepping under the hot torrent of water, letting it cascade over me.
After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, I leave the bathroom, finding Kyle sat on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom door, elbows resting on his thighs, his palms scrubbing at his jaw.
I pause in the doorway.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his eyes flicking to mine. “I’m sorry for being a dick all the time, I don’t mean to… the truth is Hayley, I don’t want you to leave. I don't want you to leave me.”
“I need to get back to my life, my friends, my job…”
“I know,” he sighs, sorrowfully. “Was last night really the best night of your life?”
I nod.
He bolts up from where he’s sat and closes the distance between us, claiming my mouth, desperately. He slams me against the wall, his hand cradling the back of my head to soften the blow, his tongue gliding over the seam of my lips before it slips into my mouth, tasting me, earnestly.
My hands grip his shirt, balling it into my fists as I cling to him, holding him close.
His fingers wind into my hair as he pulls back slightly, regaining his breath, his nose touching mine. “Last night meant something to me, too.”
He pecks light kisses on my nose, on my cheek, on my jaw and down to my neck before working his way back up to my mouth.
“Go pack your things,” he says in a low, soft voice.
I look at him confused. “What?”
He pushes away from me, backing up slightly. “The deal’s over, it was over two nights ago when I told you that you could go. I’m sorry for saying what I did earlier, it was stupid, you’re free to go. I’ll transfer the money to your dad’s account, it should be in there in a couple of days.”
“You’re really letting me go?”
He nods slowly.
I exhale. “I guess I should be going, then. I’ll get a cab-”
“No. I’ll drive you. I’m not ready to let you go… just yet.”
∞∞∞
After packing my things and placing my dress back in the box where I found it lying crumpled on the floor from last night, along with my heels, Kyle helps me carry them out.
Aside from giving him directions to the diner, we stay in silence the rest of the journey, unsure as to what to say to each other.
I want to tell him to turn the car around and take me back. I want to tell him that I want him, but I can’t seem to make the words leave my mouth.
Before I know it, Kyle has killed the engine, he’s parked directly outside the diner.
He walks around the front of the car and opens the door for me, before pulling my things from the trunk and placing them on the sidewalk next to the car.
He takes my mouth, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. The kiss is tender and sweet, a bittersweet goodbye. I place my hand at the back of his neck, holding him to me, not wanting it to end.
He breaks the
kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his hands still on either side of my face, and lets out a deep sigh.
He releases me, pulling my phone out from my back pocket. He taps on the screen and hands it back to me a minute later. “There. My number is in your phone. If you need me, for anything, you call me okay? Anything at all.”
I take my phone from him and nod.
He reaches for me one last time and kisses me deeply, before letting me go.
I look up at him. “Bye, Kyle.”
“Goodbye,” he says, running his hands down my arms, lingering at my hands, not wanting to let go.
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