Chaps & Cappuccinos

by A. J. Macey

  Taking the hint, Kingston sat up quickly, balancing me on his thighs so he could strip out of both shirts. Once they were off and tossed into the growing pile of discarded clothes, he lay back against the bedding.

  I could get used to the view too, I thought, taking in every dip and shift of his muscles beneath the warm, tan skin. He wasn’t overly muscled, having more of a lean swimmer's body, but there was a hint of definition in his abs that I traced with my forefinger.

  The trail of hair that started just below his belly button was soft yet coarse, thick against the tip of my finger as I followed it to the hem of his jeans. When I ran a nail gently across his hips, following the top of the denim, King shivered, goosebumps breaking out at my touch. My confidence built at the sight, knowing I was the one doing that. As I circled my hips once more, I bent over, pressing a kiss to his exposed chest. A moan worked through him, the soft rumbling sound making me smile.

  Nibbling here and there in between pecks and licks, I slipped off his lap and slowly lowered to the carpet. Curiosity filled King’s gaze as he propped himself onto his elbows, looking down at me where I was situated between his thighs. Grinning, I slid a hand over his bulge, my cheeks burning in my excitement. This was the farthest we had gone together, and while I was nervous, I was mostly giddy.

  The awkwardness that I had when I was first with Reid was diminished, having grown more comfortable in my skin. Feeling Kingston’s eyes on me didn’t make me self-conscious. Instead, the sensation urged me onward, so I made quick work of his belt and jeans. A pair of dark boxers sat low on his hips, but the bulge tenting the fabric was what caught my eye. Hooking my fingers around the elastic of his underwear, I pulled those and his pants off, keeping my gaze on his length. Once he was free, another pulse of excitement filled me.

  Right before I was going to start, I saw Kingston open his mouth to say something, but I leaned forward and curled my hands around his silky skin before he could talk. I didn’t give myself a chance to hesitate, flicking my tongue against the underside of his shaft. The movement did exactly what I wanted, and instead of saying something, he moaned, encouraging me to continue.

  He was a bit thicker than Reid, so when I took him into my mouth, I relaxed my jaw the best I could. Each bob of my head made Kingston moan or gasp, and when I had taken him in as far as I could manage, he flopped back against the bed. He gripped the comforter tightly in his grasp, the muscles in his abs tensing.

  “Fuck, Babydoll, you have to stop,” he murmured, his tone soft and almost pained. I stopped, looking at him with a furrowed brow, worried I’d hurt him somehow. Seeing my expression, he shook his head, sitting up and helping me up off the floor. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t want to come that way, and I was definitely getting close.”

  “Really?” I whispered, pride and pleasure filling me at him admitting that. Nodding, he closed the distance between us. Our kisses were intense, my body thrumming with pent up need as Kingston sat me in his lap. The feeling of his hard length pressing into my naked thigh sent a shiver through me, electrifying the desire pulsing through me.

  “My turn,” he told me, his lips brushing against mine with each word. Standing quickly, Kingston picked me up, maneuvering us so I was lying back against the bed. It surprised me, my heart rattling faster in my chest.

  “I just… uh… if there’s anything I’m doing that you don’t like or… something you want… just tell me, okay?” He stumbled through the question, his cheeks tinting pink. “I haven’t done this before so… yeah.”

  “I would love to be your first time or whenever you want to practice,” I reassured, hoping to ease his nerves. With a smile and one final nod, Kingston shifted down my body. The thread of excitement that had wound through me increased, growing until I felt I was almost buzzing with it. The sight of him between my thighs sent a surge of wetness to my core, and I relished the thought that I’d made him feel that same way only minutes ago. Each kiss pressed to my inner thigh, each brush of his facial hair against the sensitive skin, it all built until I knew I was trembling.

  Kingston might have never done this before, but he seemed to have a knack for it as he worked his way inward. My body felt as if it was floating yet drowning at the same time when he reached my core. His fingers slid on the edge of my panties, slipping under the lacy fabric to the slick skin underneath.

  Holy shit.

  Everything seemed to stop when he finally pushed the fabric out of the way and his tongue came out. My breath hitched, a gasp filled my ears, and I nearly melted right there on his bedding. It felt amazing, the wet heat of his tongue and lips against the coarse beard, the contrast sending me barreling toward the edge faster than I thought possible.

  As he focused on my sensitive clit and nipping gently, a finger slipped in and pumped. I burned and ached with each stroke. The feeling as if I was going to explode continued to build, making me arch off the bed as I moaned. My release was so close, and with a few more plunges of his fingers, I came hard and fast. Stars burst in front of my eyes, my body tensing as I was wracked with waves of shivers.

  “Mm, yeah, I think I will definitely take you up on the offer of practice,” King said softly, a breathy chuckle filling my ear as he shifted my now slick panties down my legs before crawling up until he was above me once more.

  “Good,” I murmured, the aftershocks of my release finally subsiding. “Because you are... fantastic,” I finished lamely.

  Really, Emma? Fantastic? That’s the word you chose?

  “I’m glad I can make you feel good, but I do believe there’s something else I want to try. If you're up for it, of course.” As he talked, he rocked his hips forward. With his positioning, he rolled over my clit, making me groan as a bolt of lightning shot through me.

  “God, yes please,” I begged, my words breathless with need to my own ears.

  Kingston didn’t need any more of an invitation, leaning over to his end table and pulling out a gold foil packet. He ripped the packet open, but before he could pull it out and put it on, I did it for him, enjoying the surprise on his face. Once it was rolled down his erection, he tossed the wrapper away.

  Tingles raced through me, my breathing shallow as King used his legs to widen mine. It took a couple tries to get him lined up, but when he finally did, the bulbous head of his dick started to stretch me. With each rock forward, he went deeper, my eyes rolling back as my mouth fell open. It felt better than I could put into words, better than I remembered now that I didn’t have to worry about any pain. As Kingston pushed in gently, there was nothing but heat and the pulse of my core around him.

  “You feel so good,” I whispered, holding tightly to his shoulders as he finally bottomed out. We were both panting, almost breathless despite having just started.

  “Yeah?” he asked, holding steady from where he was fully inside me. “I have to say you feel even better than I imagined.”

  I opened my mouth to say something, but I was cut off by a wave of pleasure as he pulled out slightly before immediately returning. His moves were tentative, testing different thrusts and paces, but after a little while, he became more confident.

  Knowing we were alone gave me a free pass not to worry about being quiet, that freedom only adding to the engulfing fire being stoked with each pump of his length. Our pace was slow as we enjoyed being entangled in each other’s embrace. Kissing me, Kingston sucked my lower lip into his mouth before nipping sharply. The sting melted away, leaving me wanting more.

  Not wanting to break the mood that surrounded us by talking, I wrapped my legs around his trim hips. I wound my fingers into his hair, tugging gently as I nudged with my legs in a silent plea to go faster. A deep groan filled my ears as he followed my request, bracing his knees closer together and plunging in more forceful, faster movements.

  “King…” I moaned, the pace bringing me to the edge of my release once more. At that moment, when I finally shattered, there was nothing around me but Kingston’s body
moving with mine and the ripples of my orgasm as I drowned in that pool of pleasure. Capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his pace faltered, his hands coming to cup my face as he slowed.

  Breathless and drowsy, we stayed curled together for a while until our breathing eased and our hearts slowed. A sense of calm and peace filled me as I lay in his arms, as if my worries had never truly existed, and while I knew they’d come flooding back in soon enough, I was determined to enjoy this feeling for as long as I could.

  “So,” he started, half-lidded warm brown eyes looking down at me, his thumbs trailing over my temples in soothing strokes. “How was I for my first time?”

  “I think I should be asking how I was for your first time,” I teased with a smile. I kissed him gently, trying to convey everything I felt into that single moment. “You were wonderful.”

  There, wonderful, that’s a much better choice than awkwardly saying fantastic.

  “Good, and to answer your question, it wasn’t what I imagined.” I tried to keep the frown from curling my lips down at his words, but his cheeky smile told me I had failed. “It was way better than I could have dreamed up.”

  “Meany.” A giggle escaped me, relieved to know he’d enjoyed it. A gust from his AC filled the room, causing a shiver as the cool air brushed against my sweat coated skin. “But we should probably get dressed since it’s kind of cold in here.”

  “Clothes, then a movie with cuddles? Like we originally planned,” Kingston offered before moving. A bright smile spread across his handsome face when I nodded.

  Movie and post-sex cuddles with my laidback boyfriend?

  Yes, please.

  “Is that you, Emma?” my mom called when I walked into the house, her tone surprisingly not cold or flat.

  That’s a first in… I don’t even know how long.

  How sad is that?

  “Yeah,” I responded, realizing I hadn’t actually said anything to her question. Heading up the stairs, I glanced around the living room and kitchen, but they were empty. I leaned around the corner, finding my mom standing near the bookshelf, flipping through the pages of one of her event packets. “What’s up?”

  “Sam and I will be going out to dinner this Saturday,” she revealed, her tone semi-distracted as her eyes scanned the pages. “We’d like you to join us.”

  “Oh, uh, sure,” I stumbled over my words, once again stunned that she’d requested nicely instead of demanding. “Where are we going?”

  “The steakhouse over on Washington Street. Figured you can’t go wrong with steak in Nebraska,” my mom joked, finally looking away from her packet. My chest squeezed when she smiled at me. Being so close to her without high-strung emotions or stilted conversation was just odd, and while I hadn’t missed the lack of tension between us, I couldn’t help but feel closed off.

  One too many conversations gone horribly wrong to truly enjoy it, I grumbled, hating that I’d become so cynical toward my own mom. But this could be a step in the right direction…

  Hopefully.

  “That sounds delicious. What time? I was going to go to the mall with Lyla earlier in the day, and I don’t want to be late,” I explained, trying to push past the unseen barrier I’d created in my mind. She’s just Mom, and she’s been going through a lot. Doesn’t mean all conversations will go badly, I tried to convince myself.

  “I think we had decided on five-thirty or six, but I’ll have to double check. What are you and Lyla going to get at the mall? Anything fun?”

  “Lyla wanted to look at some of the spring sales to refresh her wardrobe.” Stepping fully into the room, I leaned against the wooden door that was propped open. Relax, Emma. “She’ll probably want to look at the prom dresses that are out since she loves all things sparkly,” I explained, fudging the truth a bit. Lyla did love all things colorful, glittery, and pretty just like I did, but we weren’t going to be looking at them just for that.

  “Ah.” My mom’s mood changed immediately, her smile flattening and the glimmer of humor in her gaze fizzled out. “You know I don’t support you going to prom with those boys, Emma Brooke.”

  So much for the possible step in the right direction.

  “I know,” I murmured, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. The glare she was giving me was a reminder of just how much my mom hated my boyfriends. I never wanted to know what she’d do if she found out about us having sex. Panic constricted around my chest, the thought of how much trouble I’d be in was nearly crushing me, so I took a few deep breaths subtly. The slow inhales helped ease the tightness but did nothing to make me feel better about my mother.

  “But you know… they do treat me really well. They don’t make me feel bad about myself like Tyler did, and they support me in everything I do, like a band of my own personal cheerleaders.”

  “You don’t have to like Tyler or talk to him. I learned that clearly didn’t work the last time I tried to get you to talk to him like a considerate human being,” my mom explained sharply. “But you’re still my daughter, and dating three boys—including one who’s currently doing community service for an assault charge—” As soon as she said that, the panic dissipated and anger swept in.

  How dare she, I fumed. Jesse didn’t just attack some random asshole; he was saving me. He wasn’t just some criminal. He was sweet and caring, and hell, valedictorian for crying out loud. Even if he wasn’t, there was no reason for him to be treated like a lowlife when he wasn’t one. The brief moment of hope and excitement I finally had when I came in was ruined in less than five minutes.

  “—is unacceptable,” my mom continued without a second thought. “I’m trying to be as lenient as I can, but I simply can’t give my approval for you to go to prom with them, but I know you’ll just do whatever you want to despite what I say.” The bitterness in her tone was harsh and cold.

  And just like that, the cynical barrier that had formed around my mind and heart solidified as though there was now a thick concrete wall guarding me from her judgment and undeserved jabs. If only it were real, maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much.

  “All right, Mom,” I whispered, dipping my head and retreating from the room. Turning on my music once I reached my room, I let the melody and beats wash over me. She might not support me, but I knew what I wanted. The soreness radiating through my body as I walked to my desk amplified the sentiment steeling my resolve.

  She doesn’t have to like it, but it’s my life and I want to spend my life with them.

  16

  March 21st

  Did you know the prom industry makes over four billion a year? Yeah, me neither.

  #DressShopping #GirlsDay #StressfreeSaturday

  “Shopping time!” Lyla practically shouted when she hopped out of the car. Shaking my head, I followed suit before leading her over to where Stella was meeting us. “Are you excited, my little Emma bean?”

  “Definitely. I just wish my mom would stop being such a… ugh,” I grumbled, unable to come up with a word to describe how she’d made me feel over the last few months. Yanking the door open, I stepped into the mall’s air-conditioned entryway, enjoying the wave of brisk air. “Honestly though, I’m way more excited to be shopping with you and Stella. I think it’ll be fun.”

  “It’s just what the next episode of The Lyla Teachings calls for,” she teased, practically skipping down the walkway to the food court. “How to pick the perfect dress for your figure, walk in heels without falling flat on your face, and—”

  “I swear to God if you say butt stuff, I’m going to leave you here,” I cut her off, laughing at her tiny pout.

  “I totally wasn’t going to say that…” she muttered indignantly, sticking her tongue out when I gave her a skeptical look. “And butt stuff. There! Now let’s see you leave my butt behind now.”

  “As much as I would love to never hear that phrase again, I won’t leave you here.” Her arm settled over my shoulder, the two of us laughing hard enough that we had to stop walking.

  “Seems like you
two are already in a happy shopping mood,” I heard Stella say. Turning once I finally got control of my giggling, I found her coming up behind us. “Anyone want to kick off the shopping trip with ice cream?”

  “Oh, hell yes!” Lyla exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I love all things dessert.”

  “Perfect. So, any idea what kind of dress you’re wanting, Emma?”

  “I have no idea, but this one said learning about what dress flatters your figure is on today’s episode of The Lyla Teachings, so I was going to wait and see what great wisdom she had to bestow on me,” I teased, jumping out of the way when Lyla reached out to swat at my arm.

  “And how to walk in heels and not fall on your face,” she corrected.

  “That’s a good thing to be informed on,” Stella agreed with a smirk, enjoying our inside joke. Stepping up to the ice cream counter in the food court, she continued, “Order whatever you girls want.”

  Twenty minutes and all ice cream ingested later, we were finally at the first store. Racks upon racks were filled with dresses of different colors, lengths, and styles. Standing between Lyla and Stella, I scanned the space, growing overwhelmed with all the choices. Lyla seemed to pick up on my fashion overload and took mercy on me, digging into the first rack and pulling two dresses off.

  “To start, let’s get a feel for your style. Which of these do you like and why?”

  “I like the length on that one,” I explained, pointing to the floor-length purple dress she held up. “And that it’s not super poofy.”

  “What do you not like?” she continued to ask. Stella let Lyla take the lead, content to listen intently from her spot beside me.

  “I don’t like the strapless top. I know I’d just be pulling it up every two seconds, which is something I like about that one.” The second dress she’d picked out was shorter in length but had delicate spaghetti straps. “The sparkles are also really pretty, but I’m not a fan of the bright punchy orange. I think I’d look like a glam inmate if I wore that.”