I Never Planned on You

by Stefanie Jenkins

  “So what were you saying about this…” He loses his train of thought as my hand reaches into his shorts fully and my thumb rubs the tip of his cock through his boxer briefs.

  “Hmmm…what was it you were saying, Ky?” I slowly pull my hand back out of his shorts and trail my fingers back up his body under his shirt this time. I run my nails down the hard planes of his chest, knowing that it turns him on.

  He swallows and looks into my eyes before his lids fall heavy. “You said something about my birthday present. As long as its unwrapping you, I’m happy.”

  I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me, pushing my tongue in his mouth to massage his own, and bite his bottom lip as we pull apart, continuing to grind on him. “Why don’t you take me to bed or lose me forever,” I say, quoting Top Gun, which he had first picked out for us to watch. In a flash, he is up, scooping me off the couch into his arms and sprinting to his room.

  “Wait, baby, wait.” I press my hands on his chest when he gets to my bedroom door. I have been spending most nights in his room, but I want to surprise him with the outfit Haylee talked me into buying, which I have on my dresser in my room.

  “But…” he whines as I force him to set me on the ground and grab the door handle to let me inside. I press up to my toes and run my tongue along his favorite spot on his neck, trailing to his ear.

  “I have to get your present, so you go get on the bed and I’ll be right in.” I bite his earlobe, forcing another deep moan from him. He pushes me against the door and kisses me, leaving me longing for more when he walks past to his room. His eyes never leave mine as he walks away, and I slip into the confines of my own room.

  I rush over to the pink Victoria’s Secret bag that holds the black lace bra, matching thong, and lace knee-highs, and I grab the black heels from the closet. Quickly changing out of my leggings and T-shirt, I know this new thong will simply be ruined. My mouth has been dry ever since Kyler left me at my bedroom door, all wetness gathering between my legs.

  Sliding the knee-highs on, I look in the mirror and don’t even recognize the vixen standing in front of me. With Emmett, we had young love—the most I would dress up was a tank top and sexy boy shorts or a thong. I never went all out like this. I adjust my boobs that are now spilling out of this bra and rush over to my cosmetic bag to grab the bright red lipstick I picked up today as well. The salesperson said my lips were “totally fuckable in this shade.” He said it’s also what his boyfriend said to him the night before. I giggle at the memory as I adjust my hair and slip on my high heels. I take a deep breath. Yep, this is happening—no turning back now.

  I walk the few feet from my bedroom to Kyler’s, thankful that Haylee and Zach are out with her friend Cami tonight and they won’t walk in on me in this outfit. I will have to thank Haylee later. Kyler’s bedroom door is open, and I peek in to see him sitting in his bed against the headboard. He’s lost the shirt and is now only in his gym shorts. Holy shit that man’s body is amazing. I am forever grateful for the hours he and Zach spend at the gym. I am pretty sure I am about to get a workout of my own.

  He hasn’t noticed me standing in the doorway yet—I’m surprised because I was anything but quiet walking in these heels. I think my nerves might have finally set in.. Kyler is looking off at something, deep in thought, facing the opposite direction of me. He hasn’t shaved the past few days, so his chiseled jaw is lined with stubble, and it is the sexiest thing ever. I love to feel his stubble against my thighs. His hands are clasped together by his mouth—maybe he is trying to figure out what the present is. We had agreed that I wouldn’t get him anything, but I’m not sure that letting him sink deep in my pussy counts as getting him a present. Maybe an orgasm courtesy of something other than my hand or mouth counts too.

  I wait a few moments and adjust my stance in the doorway, leaning my back against it with my left foot propped up against the frame, showing off my elongated legs. I clear my throat, and his head whips around so fast it’s impressive that he doesn’t get whiplash.

  “Holy fucking shit, baby! Is that my present?” He rubs his jaw with his palm as if his mind is racing with dirty thoughts of what he wants to do to me. I step into the room so that he can admire my body fully and nod. I lock my eyes on him as I walk toward the corner of the bed.

  “Come here.”

  He pushes off the headboard so he can join me at the edge of the bed. I step forward into the space, spreading his legs apart a little farther. His eyes browse the black lace covering my body—or, well, partially covering. His hands slowly ride up the outer part of my thigh to my ass where he squeezes it in his hands.

  “You did this all for me?” he asks between kisses up my stomach to my breasts.

  My fingers trace his arms and land on his shoulders. “Do you like it?” Can he sense my nervousness and hesitation? I am completely out of my element here.

  He places his hands on the small of my back and pulls me toward him. “I love it. You are so fucking sexy—I feel bad though.” My sexy smile drops, and I am instantly regretting the outfit choice. “Oh no, no, Dani, it’s not what you think. I feel bad, because I want to tear all of this off you right now and get my hands on you.”

  There it is—the encouragement I needed. I climb into his lap, straddling his thighs. I trace my fingers from his shoulders up the back of his neck to play with the messy pieces of hair that hang there. I massage into his scalp, and he lets out a deep groan.

  Grinding my hips against his, I attack his mouth hungrily, tightening my grip on his neck to pull me closer. While Kyler trails kisses down my jaw to my neck and across my collarbone, I look over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and see it reads 12:03 a.m. I pull back on his hair to bring his attention back to me. He looks confused as to why I want him to stop, assuming maybe I’m still not ready. The sides of my mouth turn up in a devilish smile, and I rub my already soaking wet undies on him. It’s my turn to trail kisses along his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his shoulders, and chest before making my way back to his lips.

  “Happy Birthday, Kyler…now make love to me.”

  He can see by the tone of my voice that I’m serious but still asks, “Are you sure?”

  I bite my bottom lip before answering, “Yes. I want you inside me. Make love to me, Ky. Please.”

  In a quick movement, Kyler flips me on my back and scoots us up to the top of the bed. “Oh, baby, you don’t have to beg, and this is quite possibly the best birthday ever.”

  Kyler starts kissing me, our tongues tangling, fighting for control. He grabs my wrists and pushes them over my head. His fingers trail down my arms, teasing me, leaving goose bumps in their place. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and that fire is leading straight to my core. That’s how Kyler makes me feel…alive. I’ve waited so long to feel anything but emptiness, and here this man comes barging into my life and I welcome him into my arms, into my bed…into me. His hot breath trails from my neck to my collarbone. The room is silent except for our heavy breathing.

  “Kyler…” I don’t even know what I want to say, but all thoughts leave my mind as his mouth continues his journey across my body. He bites the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet before licking the wound and blowing hot air on it to soothe the sting. It’s a combination of pain and pleasure, something I never thought I would want, but he makes me want more. My nipples are instantly hardened, almost painfully hard, in this bra that is becoming too tight and needs to be gone. I arch my back, forcing my breasts to rub against his chest, begging for more. Ky kisses down my shoulder to my chest, sliding one bra strap down before kissing his way to the other side and sliding that strap down. His hand reaches around my back and gently unhooks the clasp holding my breasts in.

  “As sexy as this is…I like it better on the floor,” he says, leaning into my ear. He drags the bra down my body and tosses it to the floor. My breath becomes labored with anticipation. Kyler kisses and licks his way down my ribs. He presses back on his knees, resting on his feet
and giving me a glimpse of the giant bulge in his shorts that’s dying to break free. His fingers trail fire down my thighs to grip the lace edge of the stocking.

  He bites his lip in an attempt to hide the ravenous look in his eyes that makes me dripping wet. He is trying to control himself. Slowly he drags the knee-high down my leg and tosses it to the floor to join my bra. Starting at my ankle, he licks his way up my legs, stopping just before where I need him most. He shifts to the other thigh, making the same movement to remove that one and toss it to the ground. He inches upward, licking and nibbling my inner thighs, causing me to let out a loud moan. Hovering over my sex, he hooks his fingers into the lace strips holding my panties to my skin.

  “Ky,” I breathe, needing him to touch me before I combust, thrusting my hips in the air, needing more.

  “It’s my birthday, baby, and I want to savor you even though it’s killing me not to just be deep inside you already.” His words and sharp tone almost make me come alone without his touch. My panties melt off me, joining the pile of clothes on the floor.

  Kyler’s smile widens when he sees my pussy soaked with my juices craving to be touched and licked by him. His fingers drag up my inner thigh, stopping at the apex; I shiver at the sensation. I need friction and I need it now. Just as I am about to push him to his back and straddle him to create the movement I need at that moment, he makes his move for the promise land. His fingers finally graze my clit, my body tightens, and my back arches, waiting for release. One finger circles my clit, and he applies more and more pressure with each circle. I can feel the pressure starting to build in my toes. My hips jolt against his hand.

  “Mmmmmmmm, you’re so wet. I love you dripping wet for me, that my touch does that to you.” His eyes close as he continues to slide his finger in and out, curling to hit the right spot, and that’s when I let go and let the impending orgasm take over my body.

  “That’s it, baby, come for me.”

  I grip the sheets as the wave of pleasure takes over, and I scream out Kyler’s name. Yep, definitely glad that we have the house to ourselves. Sending me plunging over the edge and coming on his fingers, Kyler bends down and takes my swollen clit in his mouth, adding to the pleasure by swirling his tongue around it. My legs try to close, but his free hand presses my knee down, forcing them open. When the pleasure finally surges, my whole body is shaking.

  I open my eyes to find Kyler’s deep brown eyes staring at me, into me, through me even. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” he growls as he takes in the view of my flushed body in its postorgasmic state. I press up on my elbow, and my finger curls upward, motioning him to come here. He slides his gym shorts and boxer briefs down his legs, freeing his erection. I can feel the heat radiating from it. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom from the drawer. I bite my lower lip and run my own tongue across it to relieve the sting, never taking my eyes off him as I reach for him and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He sucks in a breath as my grip tightens on him, moving up and down.

  The sound of the foil package opening draws my attention back to reality as he grabs my fingers and removes them from him to cover himself with the condom before crawling over to me. Ky repositions himself between my legs, spreading them wider. The sexy girl ready to pounce fades, and nerves begin to kick in. It’s been four and a half years since I’ve had a man inside me, and my breathing escalates almost in an anxious way.

  Cupping my cheek with his palm and stroking his thumb up and down, Kyler smiles. “It’s okay, Dani. We’ll go nice and slow, and if you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

  I nod. I want this. I want him.

  Kyler moves his hand from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. This kiss isn’t fast and crazed like before; this kiss is slow and sensual, calming my nerves in a way only Kyler would know how to do. I moan into his mouth and press my fingers under his arms and into his back as I feel him slowly inching inside me. He pauses, and I nod to continue.

  Once fully inside, Kyler breathes out, “Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.” His hips begin to pump into me as I wrap my legs around his waist to encourage him to thrust deeper inside me. My fingers dig into his back, leaving marks, my mark, in his skin, claiming him as he claims me.

  Kyler leans over, taking my nipple in his mouth while still thrusting, and I can feel my insides start to tighten again. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop,” I manage to get out.

  “Oh baby, I don’t plan on stopping.” He takes his hard cock out before slamming back into me, then leans over to the other breast and swirls his tongue around my nipple. My head pushes back into the bed, and I meet his every thrust with my own. I am so close. As if he can sense it without me saying it, his hand finds its way down to my clit and feverishly rubs it in circles, and I’m done for. My legs tighten around his waist, and my pussy tightens around his cock, sweat now dripping down my forehead and back.

  “Shit, right there, Dani.” After two more pumps into me and a loud moaning sound from him, deep within, he finds his own release and collapses on my chest, both of us heavily out of breath and spent. My eyelids flutter closed while trying to find words to say…any words at all.

  Finally, Kyler lifts his head, causing my eyes to open and meet his gaze. “Wow” is all he can manage to get out, his brain clearly in the same state as mine. Still buried inside me, Kyler props up to his elbow and hovers over me, brushing his lips gently across mine. I run my fingers through his damp, sweaty hair and take comfort in his touch. I mourn the loss of him inside me as he slowly backs up out of me and off the bed toward the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I roll onto my stomach and stretch my limbs across the bed. I place my head on my bent arms and breathe contently and allow my eyes to close.

  I feel the bed dip and a smack on my butt. “Hey!” My eyes open and my head shoots up off my arm. I am met with a genuine smile from Kyler. Damn, I thought he was hot before, but post-sex Kyler is even sexier. His cheeks are flushed, a light coating of sweat covers his chest, and his already messy hair is all over the place. Without even looking I’m sure there are red marks on his back where I dug my nails in. At some point he put his black boxer briefs back on, and he is currently sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg bent on top of the bed and the other on the floor. My body is definitely taking up most of the bed, but I am in such a blissful state, I don’t want to move. Kyler tilts his head to the side, indicating for me to scoot over, and instead of complying, I smile and shake my head no, laughing, and duck my head under the pillow.

  “Scoot over, babe,” he says with another smack of my butt. I scoot over about a half inch and continue laughing. “Oh, it’s gonna be like that, huh, and on my birthday.” He fakes taking offense and moves away. I come out from under the pillow and groan and scoot over far enough to allow him on the bed. He smiles at me knowing he just won and climbs into bed, reaching down for the blanket to cover us but stops what he is doing as I continue to scoot toward the other side. I’m quickly tugged by the hip. “Oh no, babe, where you think you’re going?” I’m met with a sexy smirk on his face.

  “Ummm, allowing you room on the bed.” Kyler pulls me closer to him and twists me around so that my head is on his chest. I’d be lying if I said this hasn’t become my favorite spot to be. I wrap my leg around his and lay my hand across his waist. Even though he has his boxer briefs on, I am still completely naked. He pulls the covers up and settles into bed.

  My fingers trace his chest while he runs his fingers up and down my arm with his lips pressed against the top of my head. Nervously I ask, “So did you enjoy your birthday present?”

  He lets out a laugh. “Is that a trick question? Dani, that was amazing.” Pinching my chin with his thumb and forefinger, he raises it so that I look at him. “I mean it, that was…I don’t even have words. I would have waited for as long as you needed, but now that I’ve had you, all I can think about is when can I have you again? Are you sure we need to still go with everyone because I’d much
rather just spend my birthday in bed with you.”

  I let out a giggle and brush my lips gently against his. “You’re incorrigible.”

  He kisses me again before pushing a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “But are you okay?”

  I think about it for a moment. Yes, I’m okay—better than okay, really. I nod, “Yeah, I am. In fact…” Before I finish my sentence, I shift my leg to straddle to him. My core, already wet and craving more of him, lines up perfectly over his already growing cock. “What do you say we continue celebrating your birthday just us.”

  He smiles. “I think that can be arranged,” he says, before pulling me down closer to him to kiss me passionately. I can already tell we will need extra caffeine for going out later, but like he said, it is well worth it.

  Before I even have the key in the door, I can hear the music coming from the house. It reminds me of being back in college and showing up to a frat house for a party. Finally putting my key in the door, I hope I don’t open it to find a bunch of college kids dancing with beers in hand. This could get a little awkward if that’s the case.

  Luckily, when I open the front door I am greeted by an empty living room, but I can hear the voice of an angel along with the loud music coming from the kitchen. Even though we are at karaoke just about every Friday, I never tire of hearing that voice.

  I quietly walk to the kitchen where I can hear Dani singing, but nothing prepares me for the sight in front of me. I have come home plenty of times to Dani cooking in the kitchen, but here she is with her back toward me, wooden spoon in hand as a microphone, shaking her ass and pretending to be onstage. She either hasn’t heard me approach or just doesn’t want to stop her performance. I recognize the song to be “Like A Prayer” but have never heard this version. Maybe she is practicing a new routine for karaoke.